Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

He gave up the dragon-mouth plow forged by his own hands and finally got rid of the passionate peasant women.

Aemon returns to Dale.

Looking from the outside, the two city walls are beginning to take shape.

The outer city wall is built one meter high and built with green bricks six and a half meters wide, looking like a giant dragon lying on the ground.

The foundation of the inner city wall has been laid and a layer of thick stone slabs has just been laid.

A separate ring-shaped urban area is separated between the inside and outside, which is included in the small village originally built by the residents.

It is surrounded by mountains to the west and a lake to the east.

Hehehe Town opens from the north to the south, with four towering gates reserved in the southeast, southwest, northeast and northwest.

In order to save trouble, Aemon named the four gates according to the characteristics of the four dragons in the valley.

The southeast side serves as the main city gate and is named "Bronze Gate".

The rest are called "Silver Wing Gate", "Harvest Gate" and "Fishing Gate".

"Copper mines have been discovered under the mountains. When the copper mines are officially mined, the materials for the bronze doors will be available."

Aemon smiled.

Johanna hugged the super fat cat with black fur and spots and struggled to keep up: "River Valley Town is booming. After the garrison training is completed, some shops and buildings can be built on fire."

River Valley Town is not poor and has valuable specialties.

For example, smelted copper, honeycomb briquettes, and fired lime are all popular commodities that are easy to circulate.

Among the recyclable resources, uncultivated land, fishery in Long Lake, and clay pottery making technology are all rare wealth.

Eamonn was very satisfied after hearing this and felt that the future was bright.

Glancing back, he raised his eyebrows: "It has grown up, you don't have to hold it all the time."

"Meow!"

The big fat cat drooped his head and bared his teeth in dissatisfaction.

It was only two months old and still a cub.

Johanna rubbed the cat's head and gently placed it on the ground: "It's too sticky to me."

"This is the shadow lynx, the ruthless predator at the top of the food chain."

Aemon shook his head.

Originally, he wanted to raise it by himself, but there was a racist rat in his bag.

Thinking that Johanna could be considered a noble lady, raising cats could cultivate her temperament.

Who would have thought, this cat is considered useless.

…

Blacksmiths Guild.

A house with a stone roof was built at the foot of the mountain northwest of River Valley City.

"Prince."

There were a lot of people in the stone house, and they all nodded in greeting when they saw His Highness the Prince.

They were all men like iron towers, bare-chested and wielding hammers.

Aemon blended in and had a separate stove to use.

Ding dong!

He swung the hammer and hit a sword embryo, causing fierce sparks from the collision.

"After repeated forging ninety-nine times, the hardness becomes more and more brittle."

Aemon thought to himself.

After a month of hard work, he became an honorable blacksmith.

I wanted to imitate the exchanged [Bronze Shield] and study the ancient runes.

Unfortunately, current forging technology is relatively backward.

There are many difficulties in making steel.

Unintentionally planting willows and willows to create shade, but instead made a dragon-mouth plow with simple craftsmanship.

"The problem still lies in the materials."

Aemon pondered for a long time and finally came to a conclusion.

His Royal Highness said nothing, and others did not dare to disturb him.

Aemon looked around and called up the [Magic Essence Panel].

【Aemon Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)

Bloodline: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (41.5%)

Skills: Binding spell "Zan" (proficient), archery (always hitting the target), expert empty hand (proficient)...

Magic cards: strong (blue), rock-solid, intermediate (purple), kingly temperament (purple)

Equipment: Twin Valyrian daggers, sapphire amulet (2/3), bronze shield

Pets: Golden-nosed rat (blue), white deer (auspicious animal)

Sacred object: Bronze sacred tree (purple)

Evaluation: "The bloodline is steadily improving, you can try to learn advanced dragon control skills."

There are no changes. There is an additional item in the personal panel [Sacred Object Slot].

The bronze sacred tree took root in the dragon's nest for a month, but it didn't grow at all, and I don't know what the mystery is.

With a thought in mind, he turned over the card panel.

One white, one blue, one gray.

The white card is an ordinary iron sword, and the gray card is a gray-haired mouse.

Aemon passed directly over and looked at the dazzling blue card.

[Mithril Beans]: Special magic material, the lost secret of the pyromancer.

Exchange price: 300 essence points.

Aemon hesitated for a moment and glanced at the golden hourglass from the corner of his eye:

【Quantity of Essence: 347】

Enough, but not quite enough.

Aemon gritted his teeth and poked it with his finger.

Bo!

The blue card shattered in an instant, turned into dots of light blue halo, and fell staggeringly onto his hand.

Aemon's palm felt cold, and a silver-gray metal ball the size of a soybean appeared.

"Is this thing worth 300 points of essence?"

His eyebrows were knitted into a knot, and he grabbed the mithril bean with two fingers and held it in front of his eyes for observation.

Pinch it and it becomes as soft as rubber.

Bang!

After hitting it with a hammer, the mithril beans were smooth and intact, with a small pit on the hammer surface.

"It's a bit interesting."

Aemon was amazed and raised it to his eyes again.

Mithril beans are like solid liquid, ripples will appear when shaking, and the thickness of the metal can be seen in places protected from light.

Thinking of it, a finished [Bronze Armor] only costs 300 points of essence.

This soybean-sized piece of mithril is obviously precious.

"Is His Royal Highness inside?"

Suddenly, a familiar annoying sound came from outside.

Cole, dressed in silver armor and white robes, stopped a blacksmith and asked seriously.

The blacksmith was a member of the Firesmith clan and did not know the concept of the Kingsguard.

He snorted coldly, turned around and gave the other party a slap on the back of his head.

"you……"

Cole was stunned and suffered a frustrating loss.

"Are you looking for me?"

Aemon put away the mithril beans, clapped his hands and walked out of the hearth.

Cole was stunned when he saw this, and quickly saluted: "Your Highness, on the orders of the King, I will pick up Your Highness the Princess and continue her tour."

As he spoke, he handed over a letter written by the king.

Aemon nodded slightly, took the letter and read it.

It was the uncle's handwriting, and the small yellowed paper was filled with High Valyrian.

Or an encrypted message.

Aemon looked at it once, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

No wonder it's encrypted in High Valyrian.

The uncle usually has the image of a good old man who is tolerant, kind and smiling.

When it comes to letters, literary skills are really not enough.

The curse words were so strong that he and Rhaenyra were forced to neglect their duties and scolded him for two pages.

Just looking at it, Aemon felt bloody.

If you are scolded in person, you must not break your defense on the spot.

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Seeing the prince's face turning green and white, Cole said, "The princess has read the letter and said she would rush back as soon as possible."

According to what he saw with his own eyes.

After the princess saw the letter, her expression was even more exciting than that of the prince.

Aemon digested it for a while and said seriously: "I understand. There is a celebration dinner in Riverdale City tonight. I will discuss it with Rhaenyra."

"The princess' honor guard is here and ready to go at any time."

Cole nodded and turned to prepare.

"Tsk tsk, uncle is good at writing."

Eamonn glanced at the letter again, threw it into the stove and burned it.

It was a painful day to watch.

"Before we say goodbye, I have to give you some farewell gifts."

Aemon picked up the hammer again and his eyes fell on the sword embryo that had been forged ninety-nine times.

Bang! Bang!

After a while, the wind hammering method was blown randomly, and the tinkling sounds were heard endlessly.

…

Next night, sunset and dusk.

A celebration dinner was held at the newly completed third unnamed main hall.

Johanna was in charge of setting up and Sir Steve was in charge of greeting guests.

"Princess."

Johanna stepped forward to greet him personally.

Rhaenyra forced a smile and dragged her tired body into the room.

Building roads was not easy, but a letter from his father became the last straw for the female dragon.

The curse was too dirty.

She is the firstborn daughter.

"Sir."

Cole saw his senior Steve and nodded as a greeting.

Seeing his comrades for the first time in a long time, Steve stepped forward to say hello.

Cole held his head high and made small talk.

This Iron Guard senior who was far away from King's Landing was already ranked at the bottom in terms of status.

I hope that we can regain some sense of honor from the past through chatting.

Soon, other people arrived one after another.

Jensifer, Maester Mukun, Adrian and William, Gunthor and Sir Ryan...

Even the old craftsman Matthew from the Prince's camp, and the two old men Hei Gu and Xia Ga from the prisoner camp.

The three old men merged into the Blacksmiths Guild to supervise the construction of Riverdale City and Riverdale Town, and they were called the key members of the Last Sound.

The sun completely set and the dinner was officially held.

Eamonn had said hello in advance, but had yet to show up.

Rhaenyra sat in a corner of the hall, sipping a glass of Arbor Island's golden wine and lowering her head glumly.

"Princess, there may be something wrong with Your Highness."

Cole stood beside him and whispered.

Rhaenyra asked doubtfully, "Do you know where he is?"

Looking across the spacious hall, Zhan Sifu invited some noble ladies and young people from the valley to celebrate with singing and dancing.

She was standing alone, a little out of place.

Cole hesitated for half a second and said: "At noon, I found the prince in the blacksmith shop. He was a little emotional after reading the king's letter."

He guaranteed it with the white robe behind him, and His Highness the Prince's emotions were written on his face.

Not lying at all.

Rhaenyra hesitated.

Although his father scolded him excessively, was Eamonn such a narrow-minded person?

Remove the word "?", that's it!

Rhaenyra smiled, thinking of someone whose mind was no bigger than the eye of a needle.

Then, sadness set in.

Girls have complicated minds and are always sentimental.

Gradually, half an hour passed.

Rhaenyra held her chin in one hand, her elbows on the table, and her head was getting dizzy little by little.

I was exhausted both physically and mentally, and I couldn't hold on any longer.

"relative……"

Cole suddenly spoke and his words immediately stopped.

Aemon arrived at some unknown time and interrupted his greeting with a wave of his hand.

"Wake up. If you feel sleepy, go back to the palace and sleep."

He poked the girl's forehead with his fingers and spoke as softly as possible.

Rhaenyra opened her eyes and was stunned: "Aemon, why did you come here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his mind suddenly cleared.

Somehow, I felt a sense of grievance in my heart.

In the center of the hall, young men and women danced together, and the atmosphere was warm and jubilant.

Like an idiot, she sat alone until she fell asleep.

"you……"

Rhaenyra bit her lower lip, wanting to complain about injustice.

"Are you stupid?"

Eamonn interrupted the spellcasting and said speechlessly: "I said hello in advance. If you are bored, you won't find someone to chat with."

"I……"

Rhaenyra's eyes widened and she pointed at herself.

"I've been tired all day, but I still don't see you caring about me."

Eamonn spoke first and complained: "You two, father and daughter, are really heartless."

After saying that, he sat down in the next seat.

He looked like he had suffered a great injustice.

Rhaenyra: ...

Gods, who will take care of him?