Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

The Lacquer White Wheel Palace is parked on a high slope, with a towering dome building in front of it.

Bang!

Aemon didn't have time to redeem the card, so he jumped down from the wheel palace and stopped to look at the dragon's lair. He exclaimed: "Wow, it's so big!"

Much bigger than I thought.

It was larger than an ordinary noble's castle, like a low mountain.

"Follow me quickly, I'll take you inside."

Rhaenyra regained her composure and looked much cheerfuler.

"Come on." Aemon followed obediently.

Looking at the huge King's Landing, the Dragon's Den is the most iconic and huge building besides the Red Keep.

Eamon walked around and looked around, roughly estimating the area.

As far as the eye can see, it covers an area of ​​at least nine hectares.

"It's not that big, and it can't hold the dragon." Aemon nodded secretly.

However, he didn't like the building very much. Instead, he thought it was superfluous.

Dragons are the overlords of the sky and the earth. It is best to live in Dragon Mountain on Dragonstone Island instead of being kept in captivity with their wings bound.

Boom!

The two of them climbed up the steps, and the huge bronze door of the dragon cave slowly opened.

A dozen dragon men wearing gray linen clothes and holding bamboo sticks came out.

"Princess, prince."

An elderly draconian with thinning hair saluted and spoke in High Valyrian with a pure accent.

The people who care for dragons are also called "dragon guards", who are dedicated to taking care of and raising dragons in the dragon's lair.

Usually people of Valyrian blood are raised from childhood and are an important organization that is completely loyal to the royal family.

"Elder, I'll bring him here to familiarize himself with the dragon's lair first."

Rhaenyra nodded slightly and spoke in High Valyrian.

The old dragon-loving man stared deeply at the little prince for a while, then nodded in agreement: "Yes, royal men should have seen dragons since they were young."

Rhaenyra forced a smile and walked inside.

Aemon realized that she was suddenly unhappy and thanked the old man: "Thank you for your hard work!"

He also communicated in High Valyrian, with smooth words and no harsh accent.

Then, follow Rhaenyra closely.

Walking into the dragon's cave, the almost closed dome building is dimly lit and is entirely illuminated by torches on the wall.

Rhaenyra walked in front, still speaking High Valyrian: "Do you want to see Sylax or Dreamfire first?"

Eamonn fiddled with his short legs and tried hard to catch up with his long legs.

No need to think about it, the old man's "royal male" sentence just now stimulated her.

Rhaenyra was being naughty and still trying her best to restrain herself from caring for her little brother.

Aemon was helpless and replied: "Look at the dragon eggs first."

"Wait a moment, I'll tell the Dragon Hunter to get it."

Rhaenyra's voice was calm, and walking in the oval hall was as familiar as a bedroom.

Not to mention, she looks quite like a princess.

Rhaenyra didn't want to attend the name day celebration. She didn't wear a gorgeous dress, but a black outfit that fit the Targaryen temperament.

The trousers wrap a pair of straight long legs, and the simple lining is paired with a waist skirt to express the uneven body shape euphemistically.

Aemon raised his eyes and took a look. The lining collar was embroidered with dragon patterns in gold thread, and a delicate necklace inlaid with small rubies was worn on the snow-white neck.

The main focus is a low-key and unusual style, with luxury and connotation.

"She's really rich. She's a rich woman." It's hard for Eamonn not to be envious.

Look at her hands and neck, they are all covered with rare jewelry.

Looking at my little hands, the wrists are bare, only the lotus root nodes squeezed out of the milk fat.

Bang! Bang!

After a while, the Huanlong people brought in the furnace-like incubation vessels one by one and placed them in the main hall one by one.

The old dragon man came up and said in a low voice: "Prince, all the inventory in the dragon cave is here."

"Thanks."

Aemon's eyes shone and he couldn't wait to do it.

There are a total of sixteen incubation vessels, arranged four horizontally and vertically into a square array.

Seeing his hopeless look, Rhaenyra frowned and asked, "Don't you have a dragon egg?"

"Mine didn't hatch, look at the others."

Aemon raised a smile and reached out to lift a black steel furnace cover.

Click!

Thick white smoke poured out, the red charcoal fire crackled, and a green dragon egg lay quietly flat.

In everyone's incredible eyes, he directly touched it with his hand.

"Discover items containing magic and obtain magic essence +3."

Rhaenyra quickly went to pull him and said in surprise: "Aemon, you will be burned."

As he said this, he turned over his little hand. Except for some dust from the charcoal fire, there was no trace of redness or burns.

"Gods bless you!"

The old man's eyes widened and he exclaimed in surprise.

Targaryens are compatible with high temperatures, usually limited to candlelight, scalding water, etc. This is the first time that they have come into direct contact with dragon eggs that are as hot as burning red charcoal.

"I'm fine, Rhaenyra."

Aemon looked innocent and shook his little hand.

Rhaenyra was shocked and said, "You are different, Aemon."

Isn't this little guy afraid of fire?

"I'm still scared." Aemon's eyes flickered.

When he was very young, he discovered that he had both the blood talents of "Dream Walker" and "High Temperature Resistance".

However, the dreams he had were all strange and rarely prophetic in nature.

Apart from affecting normal sleep, there is basically no return.

The high temperature resistance is outstanding.

After activating the [Blood Vein Column] yesterday, I seem to be more sensitive to temperature. I am not afraid of being hot but not uncomfortable when being cold.

"We should really let Damon know, he might be shocked."

It took Rhaenyra a long time to accept the reality, and she became increasingly disappointed.

"It's okay, he won't care."

Emon looked helpless and comforted the sensitive girl.

I was just relaxing, but I made him depressed.

After saying a few bad things about his father, Emon stopped caring and focused on his work.

"Discover items containing magic power, get magic essence +3, +3, +3..."

The "+3" prompt sounded sixteen times in a row, and all the dragon eggs were cut.

Emon was reluctant to stop and called up the gorgeous panel.

Counting his own black dragon egg, the number next to the golden funnel came to a pleasing: [Number of essence: 198]

It's a huge profit.

"King's Landing is good, the magic essence is rising."

Emon was so happy that he suddenly didn't want to let go of these "fat dragon eggs" in front of him.

If all... take a few away, it can also accumulate into a lot.

Thinking of this, Emon looked around and immediately put away his thoughts.

Not to mention the depressed Rhaenyra, the dragon keepers stared at the dragon eggs one by one, and would not let him take more than he wanted.

Aemon temporarily gave up his little plan and held Rhaenyra's soft hand: "Let's go see the dragon."

After all, the dragon eggs are small, and the dragons are the big ones.

"Syrax or Dreamfire?"

Rhaenyra said the same thing.

Aemon pondered for two seconds and said affirmatively: "Dreamfire!"

Rhaenyra nodded and led the way without surprise.

"Let's go together."

The old dragon keeper looked heavy and called a few young dragon keepers.

The female dragon "Dreamfire" is the oldest and largest adult dragon in the dragon cave.

Its first owner is the founder of the dragon keepers, "Queen of the East" Rhaenyra Targaryen, who is also the elder sister of the centenarian king Jaehaerys.

After the Queen of the East passed away, Dreamfire has been imprisoned in the dragon cave as an ownerless dragon.

Decades have passed, and his temper is extremely irritable.

Imon was hopping along, completely different from the dragon keeper's worries.

He even quietly pulled up the panel to check the cards.

1. [Constitution +1]: "Safe and harmless physical growth."

2. [Empty Hands]: "With a certain probability, you can turn someone else's pocket into your own."

3. [Golden-nosed Rat]: "A small rodent with a keen sense of smell and even more keen hearing."

One white, one green, and one blue, shining brightly.

Empty Hands, all your money will be in my pocket.