Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

About a quarter of an hour later.

In the corner of the banquet, two silver-haired boys, one big and one small, sat opposite each other.

Aemon, with a sly smile, picked up a blueberry and stuffed it into little Aegon's mouth, biting half of it, and rubbed the other half on his face with saliva.

After a small plate of blueberries was used up, little Aegon's belly was bulging, and his face and mouth were full of blue.

"Prince, the queen will be angry if she sees it."

The fat maid stood by and was about to cry.

"It's okay, I will take the blame if Alisen asks." Aemon was not panicked at all.

This is just the beginning.

"Woo woo~~"

Little Aegon shook his head and stammered in refusal: "Brother, I don't... eat it!"

"Can you speak?"

Aemon never thought that he was still speaking High Valyrian.

Could it be that because he always speaks, the little thing is forced to grow up.

"Yeah yeah." Little Aegon nodded like pounding garlic, no longer arrogant.

Aemon put down the few blueberries in his hand and smiled with satisfaction.

It has to be him!

The little thing can't even speak, but he has learned his mother tongue directly.

This reminds Aemon of the time when his great-grandfather was alive, and he and Alison taught him to speak Valyrian.

The transliteration of Valyrian is short and concise, and it is similar to the Chinese language.

He taught himself as the main language, and he is more proficient than the common language of the continent.

"No, I have to put my hands on my waist." Aemon smiled.

Tit for tat, Alison should thank me.

The little future Green Party king, backhanded!

"Aemon, what are you doing here?"

Alison's voice suddenly sounded, followed by a scream: "Aegon, what's wrong with him!"

Aemon froze, no laughter.

Alison walked over quickly, bent down and picked up her son, and when she saw the blueberry-colored face, she laughed angrily: "Aemon, what are you teasing him for."

Take out a handkerchief and wipe it, and the blueberry pigment becomes more and more blurred.

Little Aegon rolled and crawled into his arms, aggrieved like a two-year-old fat child: "Mom~~"

"You can talk now?" Alison was surprised.

Little Aegon:...

"It's really unexpected. It seems that Aegon should play with the child more."

Alison thought for a while and teased: "Thank you, Aemon."

Aemon took back his hands on his waist and smiled awkwardly: "You're welcome."

The expression was like Tom Cat who was caught doing something bad, and he was honest and flattering.

Alison sighed helplessly, wiped the tears from the corners of little Aegon's eyes, and took him back to wash his face.

Before leaving, he glanced back with a complicated expression, lowered his head and quickened his pace.

Aemon waved his hand and watched Alison and her son walk away.

It was not difficult to hear the light footsteps behind him.

When he turned around, Rhaenyra, who had not been found just now, had a melancholy face and had walked behind him.

Without waiting for him to greet her, Rhaenyra forced out a smile: "Is it fun to tease Aegon?"

She was brought back from the "Godswood" in the Red Keep by Alicent.

"Are you unhappy?" Aemon looked up, his big eyes full of sincerity.

Rhaenyra was stunned when she heard this, and denied it flatly: "No!"

"Hmm~"

Aemon tilted his head, pretending that you don't want to fool me.

The words "I'm unhappy" were almost written on his face.

Rhaenyra felt uncomfortable being stared at, and turned her head to find an excuse: "Yes, there was no cake I like at the banquet."

"I see." Aemon nodded, without exposing it.

It's obviously not because of this, but she is just pretending to be arrogant.

Today is Aegon's naming day celebration, and half of the princes and nobles in the country are flattering him, ignoring Rhaenyra, the heir to the Iron Throne.

Who wouldn't be depressed?

"Remember what you promised me yesterday?"

Aemon changed the subject considerately and smiled: "Since the party doesn't have your favorite cake, let's go to the dragon cave together."

Don't worry about the conflict between Alisson and Rhaenyra.

He never forgets to earn essence.

Rhaenyra looked around and confirmed that no one wanted to talk to her. She shrugged helplessly: "No problem, just take it as a way to relax."

"Oh yeah, let's go!"

Aemon cheered and set off immediately.

No one paid attention to the two of them at the party, and they went to the vestibule smoothly.

The gate slowly opened, revealing the street outside the Red Castle.

Rhaenyra said with a headache: "I didn't call Cole, how can we go?"

With the bustle of today, the coachman couldn't be found.

"Don't worry, I'm prepared."

Aemon was confident and patted his chest.

As soon as the voice fell, Sir Steve drove a white-painted palace and stopped at the door with ease.

"Look." Aemon smiled.

Rhaenyra was slightly surprised. She didn't expect the little guy to be so good at ordering people around. She couldn't help but laugh.

Sir Steve was a down-to-earth man. He picked up the little prince with his arms outstretched and placed him steadily in the carriage of the wheelhouse.

Of course, he was not the only guard accompanying him.

He called the three guards who were eating and drinking at the banquet and followed on horseback.

...

Halfway through the journey, the carriage was slightly bumpy.

Aemon and Rhaenyra sat on each side, looking at each other in silence.

William, who was about the same age as the latter, was also in the car, looking after Aemon's backpack, which was essential for Aemon's travel.

Click!

Aemon found the incubator and opened the lid to check the dragon egg as usual.

A puff of white smoke came out, and the black dragon egg was intact.

"Discover an item containing magic, and gain +3 magic essence."

Aemon was slightly disappointed. After collecting the "leek" once every three days, he covered the lid of the furnace.

The dragon egg had not hatched yet.

Even if it is hatched, an immature dragonlet will be useless when the "Dance of the Dragons" period comes.

"It seems that there is only one way to go." Aemon thought silently.

He didn't say anything, and Rhaenyra, who was already in a low mood, would not speak even more.

As time passed, the atmosphere became more and more depressing.

"Ahem."

William coughed twice, stole a glance at the noble and beautiful princess opposite, and whispered: "Prince, I'm going to learn the driving skills."

Without giving others a chance to react, he quickly got out of the door.

Aemon was very upset.

I thought to myself that wild boars can't eat fine bran, and they are so useless.

Rhaenyra came back to her senses after hearing the voice and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I was distracted again."

"It's okay, I'm also sorting things out."

Aemon gathered his strength and put away the heavy incubator.

It's not easy to collect essence, it's difficult to find magic items, and it's even more difficult to find items that can stably produce essence.

So far, only two things are stable enough.

Valyrian steel and dragon eggs.

There is a family sword "Blackfire" in the Red Keep, and it remains to be verified whether the essence is collected every few days.

There is also a family sword "Lamentation" in Runestone City, which Aemon can use when he leaves King's Landing.

The characteristic is that the output is large.

In contrast, the output of dragon eggs is small, but fortunately there are more of them.

If nothing unexpected happens, this trip to the dragon cave will be very profitable.

Aemon's thoughts turned, and he sighed secretly: "It would be great if I had a spell to find magic items."

No need to grope around blindly, saving a lot of time to do useful things.

"By the way, I haven't looked at the cards today."

Aemon had an idea and summoned the gorgeous panel.

Squeak!

The White Wheel Palace stopped moving forward, and the voice of Sir Steve came from outside: "Prince, Princess, we are at the dragon cave."

"Okay."

Rhaenyra stroked the silver hair on her temples and tried to cheer up.

Little Aegon: "Brothers and sisters, please vote~"