Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

After the family sword Blackfyre was looted, Aemon hung it up obediently.

The conditions for an item to contain magic are nothing more than being old enough, inherently possessing it, and undergoing a mutation.

Valyrian steel is one of the only remaining treasures in ancient Valyria. It would be strange if it didn't have magic.

The Royce family also has a Valyrian steel family sword "Lamentation".

But my mother, Lady Rhea, has always treasured it and hung it in the room without giving Aemon the opportunity to touch it.

"Let me see, what else is there."

Aemon continued to rummage through the boxes, aiming for a Valyrian steel crown.

That was the crown worn by Aegon the Conqueror when he was crowned, with several brilliant rubies inlaid on it.

But the current crown is the golden crown worn by my great-grandfather, and that crown is put away as a collection.

"No, still no."

Seeing that the sun was about to set, Aemon's forehead was covered with sweat and he gave up searching for the Valyrian steel crown.

It was probably collected in a different place.

Aemon took a breath and wiped the sweat off his face: "Change to another place and keep working hard."

Just as he was about to leave, he glanced at the stone sculptures on the round table in the bedroom.

His feet seemed to have grown roots, thinking that it was not appropriate to leave like this.

It would be too suspicious to just walk around and leave.

Aemon's eyes turned, and he walked to the large round table full of stone sculptures and picked up a dragon-shaped stone sculpture.

My uncle Viserys has a hobby of collecting stone sculptures.

Using stone sculptures to reproduce the supreme glory of the ancient Valyrian Empire.

If it were in the previous life, he would be a complete figurine control.

"I don't want more, just one for my sake."

Aemon said sorry to his uncle in his heart and put the dragon-shaped stone sculpture into the backpack on his waist.

Anyway, if someone saw him coming in, the other party would know sooner or later.

Take away a treasured "figure" as a cover for looking for magic.

After finishing the finishing work, Aemon hurriedly moved his position.

The Red Castle is so big, he has to be in a hurry.

…

Red Keep, underground crypt.

Yes, Aemon is actually a gravedigger boy.

Click!

The white tallow candles on the wall were lit, and the dim and spacious crypt became bright.

Aemon looked around and couldn't hide the smile on his face.

This place is called a crypt, but it looks more like a royal private vault that outsiders are not allowed to enter.

The most unique thing is the black dragon skeleton used for sacrifice.

In the center of the crypt, there is a half-person-high circular altar.

A giant dragon skull as big as a house, as black as ink, and with a hideous but majestic appearance is enshrined on it.

A circle of half-burned white candles are placed around the giant dragon skull, and the dim candlelight makes the skull look extremely solemn.

Aemon was stunned, his chest heaving more and more, and he whispered softly: "The remains of Balerion, the black god of death!"

The only existence that can be stored in the crypt by the royal family for commemoration is Balerion, the terrifying dragon that dominated an era.

A true adult dragon can swallow a mammoth.

It is said that the flame it spews out at its peak is hot enough to melt armor and stone and turn sand into glass.

To this day, no dragon of the Targaryen family can match it.

"Balerion bless you, don't let me down."

Aemon clasped his hands together and muttered devoutly.

Then, he climbed up the altar with great effort and reached out to touch the still warm dragon skull.

"Discover the remains of a creature with special magic and obtain a portion of the hot fire magic."

Aemon shuddered and suddenly felt hot.

A reddish halo like a firefly appeared, circling in the air, and then drilled into his chest.

"Hiss!" Aemon's eyes widened, and he felt a warm current washing over his body.

The senses were several times stronger than [Constitution +1], as if a thousand little hands were massaging his body, and his whole body was numb.

In just two breaths, he couldn't help sweating profusely.

Then... the effect ended.

Aemon was a little confused and scratched his head: "Is that it, finished?"

He looked at his palm and found some mud between his fingers.

He looked back at the terrifying dragon skull, which was black and metallic, and had not changed from before.

"No, the reaction was very intense."

Aemon clenched his fists, and the strength seemed to be a little stronger.

Call up the [Magic Essence Panel] and expand the personal attribute page.

[Aemon Targaryen]

Talent: Dreamer (Gold)

Bloodline: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (13%)

Skills: Ancient Valyrian (Proficient), History (Familiar)...

Magic Card: None

Status: "Physical fitness has been improved, not easy to catch cold, and more resistant to high temperatures."

"There is an extra bloodline column, is it activated by the fire magic?" Aemon's thoughts were clear.

It was not there before, it just appeared.

The panel prompt said that Balerion's skull contained special magic, which should be the scorching flame exclusive to dragons.

"A dragon is indeed a dragon. Even in death, it can bring blessings to future generations."

Emon couldn't help but feel happy. Bloodline is very important.

It is related to the innate talents such as taming dragons, heat resistance and cold resistance.

"But the opening of the bloodline column doesn't seem to have any obvious performance."

Emon touched his chin and looked forward to it.

After all, with the bloodline column, you can clearly see the concentration, which can be used as a reference for the safety of contacting dragons.

If you can find a way to improve the purity, there may be unexpected benefits.

After thinking about it, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time: "It's better to leave first."

Dare to think and do, Aemon immediately ran away: "Thank you for the hospitality, Balerion."

He didn't forget to say thank you before leaving.

If you say he is a legendary dragon, the rewards he got are really generous.

A blood column that points directly to the key, plus a little improvement in physical fitness.

The most important thing is!

The golden funnel at the bottom of the gorgeous panel is glittering, and the narration number is: [Number of essence: 141]

One fire magic provides 100 points of essence, which is simply a overnight wealth!

The journey of collecting magic is a long and arduous journey.

...

At dusk, the sky was red.

Aemon got out of the tomb, looked at the untimely sky, and planned to go back to the room to rest.

When passing by the forecourt of the castle, people were still bustling.

Plop!

Aemon was busy calculating the use of essence and bumped into a hard body.

"Who are you? Are you okay?"

A white knight in silver armor and white robe stopped, a look of surprise flashed across his handsome face, and he bent down to ask the silver-haired boy.

Aemon covered his red forehead and didn't have time to talk more: "I'm fine, I'm leaving first."

I will never be a phubbing person again next time.

Christon Cole looked puzzled, stopped the silver-haired boy who was about to leave, and asked repeatedly: "What's your name, where are your parents?"

The appearance features of silver hair and purple eyes are not ordinary nobles.

The silver-haired boy in front of him was dressed luxuriously, and although he was running around in the dust, he also showed his noble status.

As far as he knew, the royal family did not have a little prince of this age.

Perhaps the child of the Velaryon or Celtigar family, who are also descendants of the Valyrians, was lost.

Besides.

Cole looked alert and looked up and down: "Where did you go just now, do you need help?"

After hearing the third question, Aemon's mentality was a little exploded.

Looking up, I saw a young white knight with black hair and black eyes, who was extraordinary in martial arts.

I had never seen him in King's Landing, so I guess he was elected after he left.

Then there was only one person.

Aemon didn't like him, and he crossed his arms over his chest and said firmly: "White Knight, your duty is to protect the royal family, not to cause trouble for the royal family."

His attitude was very arrogant, and he didn't give any face at all.

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