Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

The next day, early in the morning.

Aemon got up refreshed and went to the hall for dinner with the help of the maid.

Because he was in a good mood, he liked everything.

"Your Highness, will you really not consider it again?"

Earl Barkin scooped up a spoonful of fresh soup and asked sincerely.

Seagull Town needs a dragon rider.

"No, I..."

Aemon didn't want to pay attention and was about to refuse in person.

Lanar was sitting next to him, raised her hand and held his big hand, and gently pinched it with her fingertips.

Aemon was slightly startled and turned to look at her.

Not only him, but everyone in the audience noticed this scene.

Lanar was calm and whispered: "Aemon, it is one of the honors of your father Daemon to fight the Three Women's Kingdom. You are his heir."

You can ignore it, but you can't not ask.

Imon heard the hidden meaning and changed the subject: "River Valley Town is temporarily unable to withdraw. If the Three Women's Kingdom comes to cause trouble again, I can lend a hand."

"With your help, the Three Women's Kingdom will definitely be defeated."

Earl Bajin hurriedly flattered.

Imon frowned slightly, thinking about the art of language.

River Valley Town was indeed affected by the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom plundering the Gorge.

He completely denied helping, and there was a suspicion of sitting back and enjoying the fruits of others' labor.

Putting himself in the position of foreign aid, he was able to move forward and backward freely.

"Don't drink milk all the time, try soup occasionally."

Lanna pushed over half a bowl of fresh soup and tilted her head to stare into his eyes.

"Slimy?"

Imon glanced at the porcelain bowl, which contained cream of mushroom soup.

"Try it, it tastes different."

Lanna encouraged with her eyes and took away the half cup of milk in front of him.

Imon frowned even deeper, scooped up a spoonful of mushroom soup and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it with a distorted face.

His Royal Highness is very picky about food and refuses to accept new food.

"How is it, is it delicious?"

Lanar's lips curled up slightly, and she slowly drank half a cup of milk.

It's not okay to refuse to accept new things.

Unable to tolerate the disturbances of the outside world, she can only stay in the countryside and play by herself.

"It tastes bad, but my mother taught me not to waste food."

Imon calmed down, picked up the mushroom soup and drank it all, picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth elegantly, and said: "My mouth is full of cream, and Rhaenyra will definitely like it."

Lanar was slightly startled, and inexplicable emotions flashed in her beautiful eyes.

A man mentioning another woman in front of a woman is no less than provoking a war.

"You should drink more milk."

Imon glanced at her with a meaningful expression.

After that, he stood up and left the table.

Lanar frowned, lowered her head and couldn't see her toes.

Self-doubt.

Is it really necessary?

"Ahem."

Sir Harold coughed twice and said seriously: "His Royal Highness is leaving. I will go and see him off."

As a member of the Kingsguard, there is nothing wrong with this move.

Before leaving, a pair of old eyes observed Lannar's expression sharply.

From the conversation and intimate behavior of the two just now, it can be seen that there must be an unusual ambiguity.

He was very worried about the king and the princess.

It is better to nip it in the bud as soon as possible.

...

At noon.

The two dragons flew out of Gull Town, entangled in the Stone Islands for a while, roared at each other and went their separate ways.

Lanar was going back to Tide Head Island to report.

"Fly, Wormithor!"

Aemon drove the bronze dragon back to the valley.

The purpose of this trip was achieved.

The seized goods were retrieved, plus a considerable compensation.

The only flaw was that I couldn't say goodbye properly.

Lanar had too many bad intentions and always wanted to play with men.

Such mature women are full of charm, which makes people full of desire to conquer.

Recalling the confrontation last night.

Aemon's head was swollen, and he couldn't figure out whether he had gained or lost.

For a long time.

"Hiss--"

Wormisol raised his head and roared, and his huge body flew over the sky of Riverdale Town, blocking the scorching sun for the hard-working young men.

Aemon looked down.

Two and a half months after Rhaenyra left, the river valley had undergone earth-shaking changes.

First, the river valley road of Raven Ridge and Lonely Mountain was paved.

One section is 50 miles long, and the other is 30 miles long.

The rugged mountain roads on the east and west sides were opened, connecting the Arryn Valley and the East Cape.

After discussion, with Riverdale Town as the starting point, it was prepared to connect the two sections of the river valley road.

In this way, there is no need to worry about traveling.

"Hiss--"

Wormisol circled around the Lonely Mountain.

At the foot of the Lonely Mountain.

The Valley City is like Baiyujing, with three main halls standing tall and majestic palace walls in order.

The side halls and auxiliary halls on the left and right sides have started construction.

It won't be long before it is completely completed.

Under the Valley City.

Two thick walls built with blue bricks are rising slowly.

The outer wall is now three meters high and eight and a half meters thick at the bottom, and the inner wall is now one meter high and ten meters thick at the bottom.

Between the two walls, the residential area for the people is planned.

At first glance, it looks like a city.

You know, there are very few cities with walls.

Among the five major ports in Westeros, only the capital King's Landing has a solid wall.

Seagull Town is relatively good, with a half-meter high white low wall.

The other ports are almost undefended.

"With a city, we should develop agriculture and commerce."

Standing on the shoulders of the giant, Aemon knew very well what to do next.

"Land!"

Patting the bronze scales, he signaled Wormisol to put him down.

……

River Valley Town.

Aemon walked through the two walls and walked to the center of the city.

Thousands of young people were busy laying thick bluestone slabs on the sand and planning streets and houses.

The experienced craftsmen had prepared a drainage system in advance and arranged for people to dig ditches.

Everything is in order and moving in a good direction.

Along the way, we also saw a blacksmith shop and a tailor shop.

"Prince, you are back."

A well-proportioned red-haired figure walked out of a stone house.

"Why are you here?"

Aemon said strangely.

Zhan Sifu bowed and saluted, and said with a chuckle: "I found women who can sew, asked them to do embroidery work, and asked someone to sell it to the market in Erin Valley."

The stone house behind is a small temporary workshop.

Eamonn suddenly realized: "Then you are really meritorious, and they will all be grateful to you."

The young men work, and the strong ladies cultivate the land.

Some women who are thin or take care of the elderly and young have become a burden to the family.

With an additional source of income, they can straighten their backs at home.

"Thanks for the compliment."

Zhan Sifu's smile was contagious and she said: "I was inspired by Manager Johanna. She opened tailor shops, food shops, hotels and brothels in the four districts of east, west, south and north respectively."

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Some basic people's livelihood industries are involved in the internal affairs department.

It adds a lot of vitality to the empty river valley town.

Worthy of admiration.

"It's really different every day."

Aemon couldn't help but sigh.

The River Valley Road is open to traffic, and sooner or later a large number of merchants will flock to River Valley Town and turn it into the main city in the valley.

"How is the situation in Gull Town?"

Zhan Sifu asked proactively.

"It's not good. The port is completely closed."

Aemon walked towards the blacksmiths' guild, intending to pick up something.

Zhan Sifu said worriedly: "Then what are your plans?"

She knows how important maritime transportation is to River Valley Town.

Aemon's eyes flashed and he said abruptly: "How much do you know about Earl Waynwood of Iron Oak City?"

"I heard that's not a generous man."

Zhan Sifu answers all questions.

Eamonn said: "Iron Oak City sits on the largest freshwater lake in the valley. That lake has the same origin as Long Lake. Earl Waywood should have a small transport ship."

As far as he knew, Long Lake was diverted from the strait into the interior.

And split in two.

The water flowing southward forms a long lake, and the water flowing northward forms a freshwater lake where Iron Oak City is located.

In warm weather, boats can be used on both lakes.

Zhan Sifu organized some words and said tactfully: "Lord Waywood is known to be stingy, and he likes to use his daughter to marry. He will not help easily."

"I can pay you a certain amount."

Aemon insisted.

At the same time, I couldn't help but wonder why Earl Waynwood had such a bad reputation.

Zhan Sifu shook her head: "If you are going to Iron Oak City, I suggest you bring more soldiers to increase your momentum."

"He still dares to attack me?"

Aemon was shocked.

"No no no."

Zhan Sifu waved her hands repeatedly and emphasized: "Lord Waywood has an irritable character and loves to use foul language. He is a bit like Sir Gunthor."

In aristocratic circles, swearing was looked down upon.

It is also easy to provoke disputes.

"That's it!"

Aemon was disappointed.

Zhan Sifu:?

What are you disappointed about.

While walking and chatting, we learned a lot about the gossips of the nobles in the valley.

When they arrived at the Blacksmith Guild, Aemon asked him to wait while he went in to get something.

Zhan Sifu was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

Less than two minutes before and after.

Aemon walked out with a silver necklace around his neck.

With sharp eyes, Zhan Sifu could tell at a glance that the necklace was the one that His Royal Highness often wore.

A sapphire is inlaid on it, and it stays with you all year round.

"Beep beep!"

Aemon picked up the extra black whistle on his necklace and blew it with all his strength.

The whistle was sharp and harsh, echoing for a long time.

The sound is huge and highly recognizable.

Zhan Sifu covered her ears to barely block the sound wave interference.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, a light gray-white baby dragon flew from the sky, looking for the whistle.

"Beep beep!"

Eamonn's lung capacity was so great that he could carry his whistle across half of the Dales.

Lonely mountain, dragon's nest.

A giant silver-gray dragon lay coiled in the cave. He vaguely heard the noisy whistle and slowly opened his vertical pupils.

"Hiss-"

Wormisor was beside the dragon's lair, leaping out with his partner Silver Wing.

In an instant, three giant dragons hovered high in the sky.

"Beep beep!"

Aemon's face turned red and he began to whistle frequently.

The gray shadow turned over the dragon's head and landed on the rock at the foot of the mountain.

"Hiss!"

Silver Wings soared low in the sky, eyes fixed on the silver-haired figure whistling, and he resisted the thought of spitting out dragon flames.

Wormisor flew beside him and pulled his partner back into the sky.

This scene naturally alarmed the people of Hehe Town.

Seeing the two giant dragons flying together, they all put down their work and clasped their hands together in prayer.

They worship the living dragon more than the Old Gods and the Seven.

"Beep beep~~"

After half a blast, the whistle suddenly stopped.

Aemon took a deep breath and put down the dragon-taming whistle that had been polished by the dragon's bones.

"Hiss!"

Gray Image was like a curious baby, flapping its wings and jumping over.

His nose twitched vigorously, sniffing repeatedly at the silver-haired boy and the keel whistle.

"Fish Thief, you seem to have grown up a bit."

Aemon teased, stroking the dragon's head gently and slowly.

It has been almost half a year since I moved to the river valley.

Gray Shadow's body length has grown from six to eight meters at first, and has recently grown to nine and a half meters, almost reaching the ten-meter mark.

Young dragons usually grow faster, allowing them to move through their juvenile stages quickly.

But Gray Shadow's growth rate is closely related to good food.

"Hiss!"

The gray shadow shook the dragon's head, avoided the silver-haired boy's rubbing, and took two steps back.

It is a dragon with status and cannot be touched casually.

"Cheapskate."

Aemon rolled his eyes and looked at Vermisor and Silver Wings flying in the sky.

He originally wanted to summon Gray Shadow to test the effect of the dragon bone whistle.

It was an unexpected surprise that Silver Wings could fly out of Gushan.

It turns out.

The dragon is very sensitive to sounds and has certain discrimination capabilities.