Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Chapter 100 Mithril Sword - "Light of the Kingdom"

Seeing Rhaenyra gritting her teeth.

Aemon took a sip from the wine glass to cover up the corners of his mouth that could not be suppressed.

Today, he will cure the other party's stupidity.

Even if she is really a princess, don't think of acting like a princess to him.

I won't accept it!

Rhaenyra was so angry, but there was nothing she could do. She said dejectedly: "I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Well, I read the letter from my uncle."

Aemon nodded and commented sharply: "The scolding is very powerful."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and said aggrievedly: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

She is leaving!

Even if she worked for two months in vain, she should have some attitude.

"How far has the road been built?"

Aemon asked suddenly.

Rhaenyra suppressed her emotions and said in a muffled voice: "The mountain road of Raven Ridge has been built halfway."

A total of fifty miles, half is twenty-five miles.

A little more than expected.

Aemon followed the road, appreciating the other's profile, and said seriously: "You built the road, you come and name it."

Opening the east-west road between the Arryn Valley and the East Land Corner is enough to be famous for thousands of years.

He was ready for the other party to give it a name like "Princess Avenue", "National Glory Avenue", "Goddess of Fertility Avenue".

Just as a farewell gift.

"I will name it?"

Rhaenyra turned back and happened to meet their eyes. Hesitantly said: "But the road is not finished yet."

"Come if I ask you to."

Aemon's eyes were firm.

Rhaenyra pursed her lips and thought deeply: "Let's call it the Valley Avenue."

"Oh, why is it so ordinary?"

Different from what he expected.

Rhaenyra looked proud and whispered: "This is the road I built myself. Let's leave it as a gift to the people, so that the name of the Valley Avenue will be remembered and attract more passing merchants."

Aemon put down the wine glass and stared at her clear eyes.

Small, his pattern is small.

The vision of looking at people is also small.

Rhaenyra snorted, circled her fingers around the hall, and asked, "Have you named this main hall where Johanna works?"

Aemon's eyes flickered, and he said, "The Hall of Plenty."

"Oh?"

Rhaenyra was stunned when she heard this.

She thought it would be the Rose Hall, the Black Swan Hall, the Long Lake Hall, etc.

Compared with the functions of the Summer Hall and the Evergreen Hall, the Hall of Plenty is currently used by the vassals of the territory to work.

The only one who is really stationed there is the housekeeper "Black Swan" Johanna.

Aemon smiled slightly and said casually, "I suddenly remembered this name."

The name of each dragon in the family has a deeper or shallower meaning.

For example, Wormythor is the "God of Blacksmiths" in the ancient Valyria period.

Balerion, known as the "Black Death", is the "God of Death" in the ancient Valyria period of the same name.

"Bloodworm" Korakhu is the "God of the Sea" in the ancient Valyria period of the same name.

In summary.

Rhaenyra's Syrax is the name of the "Goddess of Fertility" in the ancient Valyria period.

"Thank you~"

Rhaenyra naturally knew the deep meaning, and a smile appeared on her face.

Her mood suddenly became much brighter.

"Come with me, I have prepared a gift for you."

Aemon said less nonsense and got up to go out.

"Princess, it's getting late."

Kol's expression changed slightly and reminded him.

"It's okay."

Rhaenyra smiled and was more curious about what the gift was.

Seeing the princess and the prince slipping away together, Kerr was in a dilemma and had no choice but to follow.

Before leaving, the king's attitude towards his entrustment was tough.

But he couldn't be tough at all.

...

Evergreen Hall.

Two different footsteps, one in front and one behind, slipped into the prince's bedroom.

"Princess!"

Kol hurriedly caught up and the door slammed shut.

He took a step back urgently.

He almost hit his nose.

Bang!

The door opened again, and Rhaenyra stuck her head out and whispered, "You go first, I'll find you later."

The White Knight was tall and handsome, but he was a favorite courtier who was pleasing to the eye.

She and Aemon were alone in private, which was rare.

"It's really late."

Kole sighed, full of helplessness.

Rhaenyra's eyebrows were raised, and she asked, "Kole, are you teaching me a lesson?"

Unconsciously, she put on a princess's airs that she hadn't seen in a long time.

"No, I don't mean that."

Kole's face changed, and she took a step back unconsciously.

Vainly proud of the honor of the white robe, he was very fond of the king and the minister.

"Then stay away, and I'll find you."

Rhaenyra glared and closed the door again.

Bang!

"Is it done?"

Aemon lit a candle and held up a one-handed sword.

"Sometimes he is like an old woman."

Rhaenyra chuckled.

It's normal for the son of the steward of Black Harbor to have some old woman attributes.

After her mother passed away, she was attracted by the tenderness of her male mother and asked her father to bring Cole to her side to protect her.

"Your gift."

Aemon looked forward and handed over his masterpiece with both hands.

"A sword?"

Rhaenyra stretched her hand in the air and laughed dumbly: "Aemon, in fact, I can't even tell the difference between the blade and the body of a sword."

She regarded "Queen Visenya" as her idol and often braided her hair.

That was Queen Visenya's hairstyle, neat and convenient for fighting against the enemy.

But she was a pure girl. The nuns taught her embroidery and belief in the Seven Gods, but no knight taught her how to hold a sword.

“Hold it and you conquer it.”

Eamonn handed it over again.

Seeing that she could not evade, Rhaenyra took courage and took the one-handed sword with trembling hands.

Once you hold it in your hand, the sword is extremely light, as if it has no weight.

"Huh?"

Rhaenyra was surprised and slowly drew out the sword.

Uh-huh!

A cold light flashed, and the slender sword body was like a willow leaf, covered with mottled silver-gray lines, which at first glance looked like snowflakes.

The sword is bent forward and the end is rounded to increase the weight.

Rhaenyra was entranced and dazzled.

Until the moonlight shines on the sword, reflecting a hazy black light.

Only then did she notice that the hilt of the sword in her hand was polished with dragon bones and felt as warm as jade to the touch.

The keel is jet black, with a silver ring inlaid in the middle about one foot long, which is low-key yet luxurious.

From the end of the keel sword hilt, a rose vine is carefully carved, and it vividly climbs up the silver sword hilt, and three beautiful roses bloom.

In the center of the sword, a diamond-shaped four-pointed star is engraved.

A finger poked it, and his voice was warm: "Light of the Kingdom, the name of this sword."

"This sword..."

Rhaenyra fell in love at first sight and raised her hands excitedly.

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The sword blade flashed with cold light and struck at the person in front of him.

"careful."

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Aemon held her wrist, turned it and pressed down, and swung the blade towards the table with the candlestick.

Not a sound was made.

The blade of the sword fell lightly, cutting off a table corner like iron and clay, without any sense of obstruction.

Rhaenyra's eyes widened and she said in panic: "Aemon, this sword is too sharp!?"

The clan swords "Black Fire" and "Dark Sisters" are only as sharp as this.

She can't accept it.

"Of course it's sharp, but I added special materials."

Eamonn explained seriously: "This sword is 60 centimeters long, 3 centimeters wide, and 33 centimeters long. It is a standard women's sword."

The "Dark Sister" in the hands of Dad Daemon is the sword that Queen Visenya used to wear during her lifetime.

The same edge will be revealed.

"You don't understand what I mean. I'm not worthy of this sword."

Rhaenyra was furious.

She didn't know how to use the sword, so instead of watching it in her hand, Aemon would use it himself.

Aemon said nonchalantly: "Keep it, it's specially made for you."

For this sword, he spent all the mithril beans.

The forging of Hundreds of Steel was finally completed, and mottled marks like snowflakes were formed after the sword body was quenched.

When you say you give something away, you give it away.

"Then what do you use?"

Rhaenyra sheathed her sword, her purple eyes slightly rippling.

"I?"

Eamonn waved his hand: "I'll do whatever I want."

It's not like Runestone City doesn't have the Valyrian Steel sword "Lament".

Although my mother won't use it for the time being, sooner or later it will be his.

And he tested it.

"Light of the Kingdom" mixed with mithril beans can harvest 5 points of magic essence, which is the same amount of essence provided by the Valyrian steel dagger.

Compared to normal Valyrian steel weapons such as "Blackfire" and "Lament", the number of essences is twice less.

It can be seen that mithril is similar to Valyrian steel in terms of material, but the forging process is far inferior.

It has enough toughness and sharpness, but its adaptability to magic is low.

I don’t know if I can kill the White Walkers?

Rhaenyra hesitated: "Really send it to me?"

As if asking, he hugged the sword tightly with both hands and squeezed into the ravine in front of him.

"A Targaryen is true to his word."

Aemon's voice was strong and powerful, speaking in High Valyrian.

He used a half-handed sword, and the one-handed sword was too light and thin for him.

The material seemed to know his thoughts.

When the sword embryo has been refined for a hundred times, the impurities have been removed and the remaining steel is enough to make a one-handed sword.

"Thank you, Eamonn."

Rhaenyra stared deeply into her eyes and quietly clasped her legs.

Eamonn smiled and said it was a joke.

He is indeed a bit clever and good at anything he wants to do. He is regarded by the three old craftsmen as a talented blacksmith and a powerful warrior.

Just don't hit them.

"I also have a gift for you."

Rhaenyra showed her true feelings as she put a hand on his neck and stood on tiptoes to get closer.

Aemon tilted his head and hid.

Rhaenyra was stunned when she saw this, her eyes uncertain.

"Learn to exercise restraint."

Aemon's voice was very soft, and he lowered his head and looked directly into her eyes.

"Why?"

Rhaenyra's pupils flickered, confused.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere of warm colors filled the air.

Each other's figures were reflected in their eyes, like two moths in the bright candlelight.

Taking into account the candlelight, they wanted to push up.

Aemon remembered what Rhaenyra's flaw was and how her mistakes began.

Emotions cannot be released and correct guidance is lacking.

He degenerates step by step, learns to use women's skirts to conquer men, and makes his life a mess.

"Aemon, what should I do?"

As their eyes collided, Rhaenyra seemed to understand a little bit, her eyes as confused as a baby's.

But the emotions in her body were surging, making her breathing heavier and her upper body involuntarily moving forward.

She wanted scalding heat.

"You're holding back now."

Aemon lowered his head and escaped from the hot gaze.

Dragons are chaotic.

When one dragon is restless, the other cannot escape its response.

However, it's not the time yet.

Both of them are not old enough and are afraid of causing death.

"I see."

Rhaenyra smiled gently, stuffed the "Light of the Kingdom" into the other's hand, and put her free hand on the skirt behind her.

"You..."

Aemon raised his head, wondering what she understood.

Bang.

A touch of white flashed by, the warm touch hit the face, and the faint cream fragrance penetrated into the nose.

Outside the window, the moonlight fell.

"Meow~~"

At the door of the Hall of Plenty, a pleasant cat cry came out.

"Eat slowly, it's all yours."

Johanna squatted on the ground, quietly watching the super fat cat eat.

A sheep was tied to the ground, trembling with fear.

The super fat cat stood up on its hind legs and lay on the sheep's belly to eat milk.

It is still a kitten.

Since it has not had the love of its mother since childhood, it should eat more milk.