Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

"Congratulations, Prince."

Zhan Sifu stepped forward and praised her immediately.

Eamonn said amusedly: "Congratulations for what?"

"Excuse my limited knowledge."

Zhan Sifu said something self-deprecating, pointed at the small gray-white wild dragon, and said softly: "But you should blow the whistle to call them."

"Guessed it right."

Aemon's smile grew wider.

He specially dug out a section of dragon bone from the Dragon Mountain on Dragonstone Island and polished it into the hilt of the mithril sword "Light of the Kingdom".

The remaining section of the keel was repeatedly carved into a keel whistle.

I don’t know how much energy was spent on a whistle as long as a finger.

Zhan Sifu looked at the dragon bone whistle and said timidly: "If you blow it, can you call the dragon?"

It could be seen from her eyes that she wanted to try it.

"I can."

Aemon took off the dragon bone whistle and handed it out, then said: "If anyone without a dragon blows it, there may be a surprise."

"What a surprise."

Zhan Sifu was a little eager to give it a try.

Aemon said calmly: "Dragon flames or something else."

It's possible.

"Then you must take good care of it."

Zhan Sifu smiled coquettishly and took back her little hand raised in the air.

She just had never ridden a dragon before, so she didn't want to feel the fire.

Aemon said: "I'm going to Iron Oak City and tell Johanna to prepare to build a dock."

"Prince, Earl Waywood..."

Zhan Sifu wanted to persuade her again.

Aemon turned around and climbed onto the dragon's back, determined to see the varying personalities of the nobles of the valley.

Zhan Sifu frowned slightly and closed her mouth knowingly.

Regardless of the outcome of the trip to Iron Oak, building a dock was inevitable.

"Hiss-"

Wormisor raised his head and roared, flapped his wide brown wings, and his huge body rose from the ground.

Silver wings emerge from the clouds and follow their partner.

One is a giant dragon that is 100 meters long, and the other is more than 50 meters long.

At first glance, the size difference is doubled, but in fact the visual impact is stronger.

Wormisor is too huge, comparable to most solid castles, and its wings can completely cover the silver wings.

The two fly together, like the gap between an eagle and a sparrow.

"Hiss~~"

The gray shadow looked around, then turned and flew back to the Changhu Lake.

It's too small.

Even if they followed, no one would notice the little wild dragon with the same color as the clouds.

Half an hour later.

Aemon drove Vermisor, crashed through layers of clouds and mist, and plunged down from a high altitude.

The scene changes below.

A vast and vast freshwater lake, an ancient castle built on an island in the lake.

Fishing boats of all sizes are moored along the river.

The castle is in disrepair and is covered with moss and vines.

"Land, Wormisor!"

Aemon narrowed his eyes slightly and recognized that this was the neighboring city of Iron Oak.

"Hiss-"

"Hiss..."

Wormisor and Silver Wing both roared, circled around the ancient castle, and slowly landed at the suspension bridge that led directly to the island in the lake.

The sound was so huge that all birds and beasts within a radius of dozens of miles were frightened.

Aemon climbed off the dragon's back and jumped to the ground.

At the other end of the wooden suspension bridge, the butler and attendants had already stepped out to receive him.

…

Chaotou Island.

Climax City, Jiuhang Hall.

"Did the trip go well?"

Corliss, the sea serpent, stepped down from his driftwood throne to greet his dusty daughter.

Lanner smiled brightly and said proudly: "Of course, Seagull Town and Crab Island both agree to form an alliance."

In front of her father, her daughter's naughtiness is rarely revealed.

"Well done, we need allies."

Collis smiled and praised his daughter without hesitation.

His pair of children are a great cause in this life.

"Mother."

Lanner walked to the wine cabinet, picked up a glass of sake and sipped lightly.

Rhaenys said "Hmm" softly, not interested in the conversation between father and daughter.

Since the failure of the 101st Congress, she has always believed that women should not participate in politics.

Maybe it’s not that I shouldn’t, but that participation in politics cannot be recognized.

No matter how sensible and capable her daughter is, Chaotou Island will still be inherited by the second-born Lanino.

Corliss was keenly aware of his wife's emotions, his deep eyes flashed, and he mentioned something: "The letter said that you met Damon's son in Seagull Town?"

"Yes, the nobles of the valley seem to be deliberately making things difficult for Aemon."

Lanner answered evasively.

"It's normal to make things difficult. That should have been his father's responsibility, but it happened to fall on him."

Corliss naturally knows many secrets at his age.

His Majesty King Renrui intends to spread the family bloodline and places his hopes on his young and promising grandson Daemon.

Unfortunately, Dimon has no intention of shouldering the burden.

If the previous generation doesn’t work hard, the next generation will have many hardships.

Lanner's eyes flickered and she smiled and said, "Aemon has done a pretty good job and has opened up the river valley in a great way."

She wanted to test her father's attitude.

In recent years, I have often heard my father verbally abuse Eamonn and his son.

Collis glanced at his daughter and said shockingly: "That kid is very good. Have you captured him?"

"Father!"

Lanner made a big blush.

Rhaenys frowned and said displeasedly: "Corlys, you passed."

What kind of father would say that to his daughter?

"When it comes to family blood, you should tell the truth."

Corliss smiled slightly, but he was very happy: "It seems that my daughter has indeed charmed that young boy."

Damn Damon, gave birth to a son who looks like a copy and paste.

It's not like the demands are placed on him.

Lanner had a straight face and remained silent.

I wanted to test my father's attitude, but I didn't want to dig up all my old roots.

She didn't speak, but someone wanted to speak.

Corliss took the wine glass from his wife's hand and drank freely: "Didn't His Majesty the King designate that boy as the wife of the king? Could it be that the princess was on a tour to choose a husband, and that boy was annoyed?"

What a drama, played out by the Targaryen family for almost every generation.

Lanner was silent for a moment.

It is easy to see from Aemon's attitude that he also has a close relationship with Rhaenyra.

She is a latecomer.

The Corlysian was mature enough to see the clues at a glance. He frowned and said, "He is indeed Daemon's son, and he wants to step on both sides of the royal family and the Velaryon family."

Not afraid of drowning either.

"Okay, Corliss. You've asked enough."

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Rhaenys' face fell.

Patting his daughter's arm, he said softly: "Go back and rest first, don't pay attention to him."

Lanner turned around and went out.

Bang!

The door closed from the outside, and a dull sound broke the silence.

Corliss tasted the wine silently, his eyes as deep as abyss.

"You shouldn't say this to your daughter, she is still engaged."

Rhaenys was proud of herself.

"So what?"

Collis said confidently: "I can cancel the engagement at any time if I want to."

Keeping the name of the son of the former Sea King of Bluffs was just to deter the swarm of suitors.

Rhaenys rolled her eyes and said, "You are the most powerful noble in the Seven Kingdoms, you should be a little proud."

Collis shook his head and laughed: "Pride cannot turn a barren and dilapidated tidehouse into a climax city, nor can it make you get rid of the title of "Uncrowned"."

“But with detailed and careful planning, you can weather every storm.”

This is the life sentiment of an old sailor.

He is able to get to where he is today because of these experiences.

Rhaenys knew she could not convince her husband, so she said helplessly: "Corlys, you are still worried about that matter."

"That position should have been yours."

Collis stared at his wife and said, "Don't you dream about losing the vote for all these years?"

Rhaenys was speechless.

How could you not care.

That day was a denial of her life, and everything is still vivid in her mind.

"Viserys is mediocre and incompetent, why should he sit on the Iron Throne."

Corliss became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and asked, "I uphold my duties as a minister and just want my bloodline to be closer to the Iron Throne. Is this wrong?"

His children are no worse than anyone else!

Some members of the Targaryen family throughout the ages have been unable to ride a dragon.

Why couldn't Viserys marry the princess to Laninor, and why couldn't Daemon's son marry his daughter.

Even Aegon the Conqueror had a mother named Velaryon.

The shouts and questions were like steel knives digging into Rhaenys's heart.

Rhaenys's chest felt tight and she could hardly breathe: "Corlys, stop talking."

"I'm just complaining."

Collis calmed down and supported his shaky wife.

He actually knew very well that his wife was just as depressed as he was.

The couple has one common code.

That's "family".

Live for the family, for each other’s family.

Rhaenys closed her eyes and sighed: "I don't care about Lannir, but don't think about Lannir marrying the princess. He is not qualified to be the king's husband."

A wise child is better than his mother.

She knows Lanino's orientation better than anyone else.

Even if you become a royal husband, you won't be able to multiply your bloodline.

Corliss pondered for a moment and agreed: "Okay, I will give them a chance to choose."

"I went to find Lanner. She was frightened by you."

Rhaenys felt slightly reassured.

After she leaves.

Corliss called an attendant and asked: "Where is Lanino? Where has he gone?"

The attendant suppressed his blush and hesitated to speak.

"Get out."

Corliss looked gloomy and flicked his sleeves.

No need to guess which lover he is going to be with.

…

Valley, Iron Oak City.

Aemon walked across the wooden drawbridge and saw the closed castle gate.

"Prince, please use it."

The old butler took the tray from the attendant and handed it to him respectfully.

Aemon's eyes were fixed, and the old housekeeper felt guilty as he stared at him.

"Thanks for your hard work."

When cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he picked up a piece of bread, dipped it in salt and ate it.

This completes the guest etiquette.

Boom!

The castle door slowly opened, revealing a dim and cramped hall.

Iron Oak City was built on an island in the lake, so its area was naturally not that big.

Compared to a normal castle, the halls are small.

Eamonn stepped on the bluestone floor tiles in the hall and saw an old man with a mustache at the main table not far away.

The old man looked to be in his forties or fifties, with thinning hair and graying hair on his temples, and wrinkles on his face like ravines.

He is not young, and his old eyes are particularly bright and shrewd.

Narrow eyes, high cheekbones, thin lips.

At first glance, he has a cunning and mean appearance.

"Are you Prince Aemon Targaryen, the Dragon Slayer?"

Lord Red Waywood tilted his head, holding a rustic young girl in his arms.

To the left of his head, stood a row of girls who bowed their heads in silence.

They may be older or younger, and their appearance may be higher or lower.

"That's me, Lord Red."

Aemon walked to the center of the hall and looked around without disguising.

On the main wall of the hall, there was a flag of the Waywood family.

A broken rudder on a dark green background.

And the girls standing in the hall were all wearing simple accessories with the corresponding family emblems.