Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Dusk.

The sun gradually sets, and the sky is red.

"Hey, hey."

In the rippling sea of ​​grass blown by the breeze, a small butt sticks up, swaying left and right and trying to move backwards.

Several guards are standing around, watching in surprise.

Someone wants to help, but the little butt suddenly takes off and hits the back with a meat ball.

"Ouch!"

A childish scream sounded, and a head with silver-blonde hair emerged.

Imon fell to the ground, with the weeds on his head, muttering: "It's so hard to pull."

His butt was about to break into eight pieces.

"Prince, do you need help?"

The guard asked in a low voice with embarrassment on his face.

"No, I've succeeded." Imon waved his hand.

In his hand, he tightly grasped a handful of dark green grass leaves.

[Magic Essence Panel] is suitable for giving prompts:

"Found a clump of Ula grass containing magic, get essence +1."

Imon was very satisfied and stood up and patted his butt.

With the help of [Guide Once], the good medicine in hand naturally cannot be left unused.

Call a few guards and head straight to the east coast.

He knew it would be easy!

"Let me see what it does."

Imon laughed and rubbed his little paws.

A gorgeous light board emerged.

One of the three cards was missing, and the number of words next to the golden funnel below changed: [Number of Essence: 7]

It took 10 points of magic essence to exchange the card, and the newly obtained Ula grass + 1 point of magic essence, just this much.

The rest of the panel changes were minimal.

"It's just a plant."

Imon held the Ula grass and observed it repeatedly, as if he could see flowers.

This kind of vegetation is not rare, he had heard of it in his previous life.

It is called the three treasures together with ginseng and deer antlers.

It is a kind of hay used to keep warm in winter.

Under the effect of the panel, the little dragon cub gradually figured out the use of the treasure in his hand.

Weave it into a cool mat and lie on it to sleep!

The magic Ula grass has the effect of keeping warm in winter and cool in summer, calming the mind and calming the spirit, which helps to improve the quality of sleep.

With it, you don’t have to worry about having strange dreams and not growing tall.

"You are such a good baby." Yimeng's purple eyes flashed with stars.

It’s just that the quantity is not enough, not even enough to weave a cushion.

Smart Yimeng touched his chin, and it was not difficult for him at all.

He stepped in a circle on the spot, and his eyes swept across the sea of ​​grass all over the mountains and fields.

A small opportunity.

There is more than one clump of Ula grass, right?

Yimeng's brain turned rapidly, and he had already planned to go up the mountain to pull grass.

"One clump of Ula grass is 1 point of magic essence, and ten clumps of Ula grass are 10 points of magic essence..."

Zero-cost trading, isn't this a way to become well-off?

As soon as the idea came, someone interrupted.

"Prince!"

A guard came from Runestone City and reported: "Lady Leia is back and waiting for you in the hall."

"Okay, I got it." Imon quickly came back to his senses.

He put the Ula grass in his arms and returned to the towering and majestic castle under the protection of the guards.

...

The short legs were very fast and returned home before it was completely dark.

In the spacious hall, Lady Leia waited for a long time.

"Mom, I miss you so much!"

Imon was covered in dust and opened his arms to the young lady with the highest aura.

His chubby face was full of smiles, which made people feel angry.

Lady Leia had a blank expression and let her son hit her straight thighs, tied tightly like a chain.

"When did you come back? I wanted to greet you?"

Imon raised his head and smiled with his little white teeth.

Don't hit a smiling child!

He shook his head happily and stared at his mother.

Lady Leia is in her prime, with black hair and black eyes inherited from the blood of her ancestors, and a slightly flat figure, which highlights her heroic and capable appearance.

Needless to say, her face has narrow eyes and bright eyes, and a high and stylish nose.

She is a classical beauty with a strong aura.

If she wasn't beautiful, she wouldn't have been appointed as the granddaughter-in-law by Queen Alysanne.

"Alas!"

Lady Leia lowered her head and stared at him sternly for a while, and sighed helplessly.

Look at the boy's outfit.

He is covered in dirt, his feet are full of mud, and his pockets are filled with goats that don't eat weeds.

If you don't know, you would think he is just returning from hunting.

Aemon shamelessly asked in a flattering way: "Mom, how long will you stay at home this time?"

With the reincarnation of a young body, his temperament is also endowed with a childlike color.

This is the advantage of a candidate for a university scholar with clear and stupid eyes who has not been eroded by the big dye vat.

Very plastic!

Mrs. Leia was so pestered by him that she moved a chair and sat down, answering distractedly: "There will be another hunt in a few days."

"Oh." Imon was used to it.

"What do you think of this fawn?"

Some of the hunting harvests were piled up in the hall. Mrs. Leia pulled out a dog-sized deer carcass and said to herself: "You don't like fawn meat, so I'll leave it for you to roast and make soup."

Without waiting for Imon to praise, she took out two gray rabbits.

"The valley is cold in winter, and the fur of snow rabbits is soft. I'll sew you a pair of new gloves."

Mrs. Leia became more and more excited as she spoke, admiring her prey: "There is also this black bear, you can't use it, skin it and hang it in my room..."

Imon, who was left aside:...

Very touched, but dared not move.

Listening to my mother's endless chatter about her hunting experience, my little body, which had not slept well and was tired from running around, began to fall asleep little by little.

Until the old nun noticed this and changed the subject with the excuse of dinner.

The maid had already prepared and quickly brought the dishes to the table.

Aemon sat on the stool, his two short legs swaying back and forth, stretching his neck to look at the food on the plate.

White bread slices + sausage + mashed potatoes, a classic dry set meal.

Lady Rhea came to the table with a lack of interest and took her own plate to eat.

There was also a young boy who came to the table with him. He was wearing a set of yellow-orange bronze armor and eating with a fork.

Aemon saw it and looked strange: "Why are you dressed like this?"

Since the Andals landed on the Five Fingers Peninsula, iron tools have gradually become popular in Westeros.

The Royce family follows the ancient bronze glory and often has the custom of wearing bronze armor.

But wearing it at the table is too strange.

William swallowed the food in his mouth, put down his knife and fork elegantly, and raised a self-proclaimed handsome smile: "Lady Leia promised me that she would go hunting with me next time."

Aemon blinked his eyes and poked the sausage with the knife in his hand.

Just go, why are you so proud?

This guy was arranged by his mother to be his companion half a month ago. He can also be said to be a first-class guard and attendant.

His full name is William Royce, a direct cousin.

In fact, the little dragon cub should also bow his head and respectfully call him cousin.

In the original world trajectory, William also left a few words. He was the owner of the Royce family sword "Sorrow" and one of the iron guards of the Black Party Queen.

In the dragon cave riot, he foolishly led the team to rush into the rescue.

Not only was the whole team killed by the rioters, but the precious Valyrian Steel Sword was also lost.

"I'm full."

Aemon wolfed down and jumped off the stool with a round belly.

The foot was still halfway off the ground, and it landed after a jump.

Lady Leia frowned, looking at the little guy's back, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Imon walked happily, like a squirrel returning home with a full load.

Lady Leia shook her head, swallowed the important things she wanted to say, and told the old nun: "Change his stool."

Ulla! !