Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Time flies, half a month later.

Valley, Runestone City.

In the early morning, the sun had just risen and the sunlight hit the curtains.

The prince's bedroom.

Aemon opened his eyes drowsily and yawned hard.

"Good morning, everyone."

The sleepy-eyed Prince greeted him randomly.

The so-called bedroom is actually a small room that is not that big.

I slept late last night, still thinking about the "fish thief".

After three consecutive days of sailing at sea, all the big fish caught were stolen and became a buffet for "fish thieves".

Until landing in Seagull Town, things came to an end.

His Highness the Prince was very angry because he didn't catch it.

However, I heard rumors from fishermen in Seagull Town that someone saw a light gray-white dragon shadow in the sea fog in the early morning.

Usually fish and eat.

He will be timid and hide when meeting people, just like being shy.

"Don't stay in the valley. It's safer to go back to Dragonstone."

Aemon murmured softly, feeling relieved that the little wild dragon was full of evasion points.

Then, look for the people you say hello to.

The four dragon eggs on the bed, the dragon bone bow hanging by the bedside, and...

On the wall, six pieces of rusty bronze armor.

The bronze armors all only have chest plate armor, with runes engraved on it, revealing a sense of vicissitudes of life.

"Xiaobai, come out and work."

Aemon put on his clothes and called to the golden-nosed rat who had crawled under the bed.

"Zhizhi."

The golden-nosed rat was lively and active. Ma Liu climbed onto the bed and stuffed three dragon eggs into the space bag in his mouth to keep them.

"So good, Xiaobai."

Aemon nodded with satisfaction and did not hesitate to praise.

It’s easy to use if you have space, and can store a lot of things.

As for the names, they are all code names, as long as you can understand them.

Shushu wouldn't blame him.

Get up in the morning and habitually call up the [Magic Essence Panel]

【Aemon Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)

Bloodline: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (23%)

Skills: Riding (Proficient), Archery (Proficient), Magical Hands (Proficient)...

Magic card: Rock solid +1 (blue), Kingly temperament (purple)

Pets: Golden-nosed rat (blue), white deer (auspicious animal)

Comment: "Healthy developing human cub, gradually returning to normal weight."

Aemon looked at it again and turned the card board.

Three cards, one white, two green, are all of low value.

Ignore.

His eyes fell on the golden hourglass: [Quantity of Essence: 149]

"It's great. I feel comfortable having money in my pocket."

Eamonn was extremely satisfied.

Over the past half month, the number of essences has grown steadily.

Many of these items produce magic essence, and an interval of time is found.

The four dragon eggs are large grain producers, producing 12 points of essence in three days. Counting the days in King's Landing, a total of 60 points of essence are accumulated.

White Deer ranks second, producing 10 points of essence every seven days.

Not much, better than stability.

Other weapons such as dragon bone bows and bronze armors can only be produced once every half a month, with only a pitiful 1 to 3 points of essence at a time.

Of the six pieces of bronze armor hanging in Eamon's room, four were taken out of the tomb and two were antiques from the homes of William and Gonsol.

Total zero and zero, including the three newly found clumps of urala grass, a total of 149 essence points.

Eamonn: "I'm afraid of being poor, so I don't dare to spend any money."

"Zhizhi."

The golden-nosed rat is simple-minded and doesn't understand why its owner is happy. It just follows the happiness and rubs its head against the palm of its owner's hand.

"Come on, let's go."

Aemon held up the golden-nosed rat with his hands and placed it gently on his shoulders.

Immediately, he pushed the door open and walked out.

…

In the hall.

Johanna, wearing a maid uniform, stood respectfully at the dining table with her head lowered.

Eamonn had a good appetite and ate all his breakfast.

"Prince, it's time for you to go out and exercise."

Johanna reminded in a low voice.

Aemon was stunned when he heard this, chewing something in his mouth.

What does it mean?

Mom sent you to supervise my meals.

Johanna remained silent, ranging from surprise to numbness at His Highness the Prince's unparalleled appetite.

I have never seen any child so good at cooking.

"I've lost weight, really."

Aemon wiped his mouth and stretched out his hand to squeeze his slightly swollen belly.

Since returning from King's Landing, he has been training hard with Sir Steve.

Riding, archery, swordsmanship...

The fair and lovely face is not thin, but the small arms and legs are full of strength, and can already stretch the keel bow by one third.

Not for free.

Johanna cleared the table and reminded: "Madam, I told you to take a walk after dinner, every day!"

The last two words were deliberately emphasized.

Aemon suddenly understood.

Half a month ago.

Land at the port of Seagull Town and ride the white deer all the way back to Runestone City.

His ostentatious way of traveling, coupled with his title of prince and his qualifications as the designated heir, have become a well-known legend in the valley.

Prince Aemon's reputation was completely eliminated.

But all living beings have different attitudes and ideas.

For example, among the Roys tribe in Runestone City, some people are willing to be loyal, while some die-hards are indifferent.

But that doesn't matter, time will tell.

He is the heir to Rune Stone City, and no one can change this.

His mother asked him to walk around once a day so that the Roys could get to know him more quickly.

After all, I didn’t go out all the time before and had little contact.

"Okay, I'll leave first."

Eamonn said "Thank you" and got up to go out.

Johanna was wearing a maid outfit, but her identity was that of her mother's companion, and her status was equivalent to that of a lord's attendant or wine waiter.

Those are all decent jobs that only aristocratic ladies can do.

Rhaenyra had many female companions around her, gilded with the status of princess companions.

Worthy of respect.

…

Eamonn had just gone out.

"Yo yo."

A big deer antler passed through the crotch, and the body slid back smoothly along the satin-like white hair, and landed steadily on the deer's back.

Eamonn sat on the matching saddle, touched the silky white fur, and chuckled: "You scared me in such a hurry."

"Yo yo."

The white deer is docile by nature, its majestic body stands up, and carries His Highness the Prince on his trip.

Eamonn: "Reward!"

The golden-nosed mouse twitched its little beard, took out a handful of urala grass from its mouth, climbed onto the deer's head and fed it.

One big, one small and two white have already become familiar with each other.

The white deer opens its mouth and refuses no one who comes.

Aemon staggered and felt better, admiring the beauty of Runestone City from a perspective he never had before.

Looking at the valley, Runestone City is definitely one of the best castles.

It covers a large area and has tall and thick walls.

The tower of the castle where you live is like a big smoke pipe, standing tall and majestic.

Areas are strictly divided and everyone performs their duties.

It was early in the morning, and many people were competing in the forecourt of the castle. Various craftsmen and servants were working hard, and there was a sense of warmth in the noise.

“It’s really a long way to go to inherit this place.”

Aemon shook his head and sighed.

Besides, he can't inherit it even if his mother is still alive.

Ding dong! Ding dong!

Bai Lu moved gracefully and walked to a simple blacksmith shop.

"Prince, you are here."

Sir Steve was at the shop and greeted him in a friendly manner.

"Is my sword forged yet?"

Aemon asked.

The white deer is very intelligent and will lie down on its back to allow its owner to slide off its back.

This scene fell into the eyes of many people.

Whether they were members of the Royce family or their vassals and knights, they were all jealous.

The auspicious animal white deer is combined with the title of prince.

It was a critical hit.

Sir Steve waved and said with a smile: "Okay, take a look."

An elderly blacksmith with white hair and beard walked out of the blacksmith shop.

The old blacksmith was a slave craftsman rescued on the ship, along with five young apprentices.

"Great Dragon King, a sword dedicated to you."

The old blacksmith had a solemn face, kneeling in front of the young prince, holding a two-foot dagger in his hands like a pilgrim.

The words spoken were also in Valyrian.

"Get up, don't kneel."

Aemon frowned and scolded High Valyria: "There are no slaves under the Targaryens!"

The old blacksmith trembled all over and quickly got up.

Valyrian is also divided into three, six, and nine levels.

As a member of the Dragon King family, the Targaryens systematically learned the high-level accents among the upper-class noble lords.

The common people's spoken language is mixed and mixed, and their instinct will be to worship and awe.