Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Look at his frightened look.

Aemon sighed softly, feeling really out of breath.

Most of the craftsman slaves who were brought back were like this, having experienced too much persecution and torture from their slave owners.

He considers himself inferior to others and finds it difficult to integrate into Rune Stone City.

Fortunately, it is easy to make a living.

There are more than 120 people in total, and five people are grouped into one household.

According to the standard that one gold dragon per household in Junlin can live a prosperous life for a month, it only takes sixty gold dragons per month to support them.

Only 720 gold dragons are needed in a year

And our Prince has a total of 10,000 golden dragons in his hands, which can be spent for more than ten years.

"You go down first, live a good life, and come to me if you need anything."

Eamonn waved his hand, very responsible.

"Thank you, Lord Dragon King."

The old blacksmith retreated tremblingly.

Aemon remained calm and familiar with his new sword.

Uh-huh!

The two-foot sword was drawn out. The blade was dark orange and the ridge was thick.

There is no doubt that this is a bronze sword.

Aemon looked it up and down.

The hilt of the sword is held tightly to ensure that it does not hurt your hands and prevents you from sweating.

The sword was hammered into a circle wrapped around four squares, with runes engraved on the surface.

"It seems like it's useless?"

Aemon frowned seriously and touched the sequence runes engraved on both sides of the sword's spine with his fingers.

Bronze faith, rune culture.

The combination of the two is the symbol of the Royce family.

Those bronze armors are engraved with runes, saying they protect the person wearing the armor.

This is false, but the bronze armor does contain a small amount of magic.

Moreover, there is a high probability that it is the function of runes.

Sir Stephen was also watching and persuaded: "Prince, many magical deeds are false and true, true and false, and we cannot copy them."

"You're right, Sir."

Aemon sheathed his sword and agreed: "When manpower is exhausted, I understand."

The broken runes cannot trace the complete rune belief.

His brain is definitely not good enough.

I still hope that the Essence Panel can redeem some cards with related knowledge.

"Let's go."

Aemon put the bronze dagger around his waist and mounted the white deer.

He is also a person with status.

Of course it must be paired with a good sword.

Although bronze is soft, the blacksmith's skills are high.

The eight-year-old used it and it matched well.

Looking at the smiling His Royal Highness, Sir Steve smiled knowingly, and his mood became cheerful.

King's Landing is a mouse hole, and the White Knight is cautious.

Fushi City has polarized attitudes, but at least the people it protects are very open-minded.

Just think of it as a long vacation.

The white deer walked and stopped, trying to complete one circle before eight o'clock in the morning.

Aemon had a smile on his face and greeted some familiar people from time to time.

However, more people are indifferent.

Among them were mainly knights from the Royce family, who were not interested in the young prince.

Together with more mercenary knights and knight retinues, they choose not to help each other.

After wandering around, return to the castle.

Teaching loft.

Squeak!

Aemon pushed open the door. The old maester had been waiting for a long time.

His Royal Highness is still young and must go to school at eight in the morning every day.

"Good morning, Maester."

Eamonn said hello and walked straight to the podium.

William sat under the stage, holding a book and waiting for class.

Gonsol was also there, sitting on the window sill with his big butt, chewing on oranges.

Sir Steve glanced at him and stood guard at the door.

The people in the same room, excluding the old and frail old bachelor, are His Highness the Prince's small team.

"Seagull Knight" Ryan Schette is not here. He went home after landing in Seagull Town.

The size of the escort team is reduced by one.

The old bachelor took out a letter from his sleeve and said slowly and logically: "The princess's reply to you."

"Oh, let me see."

Aemon opened the envelope.

When he returned to Runestone City, his heart still missed him in King's Landing.

Alison often wrote to him, telling him that Otto had resigned and that she was much more relaxed at the Red Keep.

I also asked him in the letter how he was doing, that he should eat well and not kick the quilt at night.

Like a nagging big sister or mother.

Eamonn would always reply to his letters as soon as possible, and by the way, he would ask the cargo ship from Seagull Town to deliver some local products from the valley.

Rhaenyra wrote occasionally.

It means that Lord Leonor is the new Prime Minister, and the Imperial Council is selecting a Minister of Justice to fill the vacancy.

In addition, he complained that his uncle Viserys was unwilling to delegate power and invited many young nobles to spread their wings.

She wanted to prove herself, but she didn't expand her ideas.

In response to this, Eamonn gave some advice.

King's Landing is the capital of the Seven Kingdoms.

The population reaches more than 500,000 people all year round, the public security is relatively chaotic, and the sanitation is in a mess.

There is nothing we can do about security, that is the responsibility of the golden robe.

As for health issues, we can focus on them.

During the few days Aemon was in King's Landing, the streets and cities he visited were very dirty, and many places were covered in feces and urine.

You can smell the pungent stench from several kilometers away.

Under the prosperous exterior, the interior is really miserable.

The idea he gave Renee was to find hard-working orphans from the orphanage and distribute tools and carriages to clean up the streets.

No need to clean up, just collect the feces.

Clean it up on time every day, transport it out of the city by horse-drawn carriage, and find a piece of farmland nearby for retting.

In this era, no one was retting, but the concept of manure fertilization still existed.

Wait until retting is completed.

Aemon's suggestion is to divide some wasteland and give it to homeless orphans, let them cultivate it and give them appropriate help.

So it is recycled.

It will not take a few years for the sanitary environment in King's Landing to improve, and the royal family will increase the tax on the land.

Rhaenyra will win the hearts of the people if she promotes this matter.

Kill several birds with one stone.

"Let me see what's going on."

Aemon read ten lines at a glance and couldn't help but be surprised.

Rhaenyra said in the letter that she had taken action and made some improvements.

The first is to recruit orphans, there are only more than 100 people for the time being.

There are not many people to do much work, so they are only arranged in a street near the Red Castle, cleaning up the feces every morning and transporting it out of the city by carriage at dusk.

It is also simple to make manure, as the royal family has many fields.

There are two difficulties encountered during the period, residents' opposition and difficulty in cleaning.

The people are ignorant, and they have great resistance to someone collecting their feces.

After all, even if it is unwanted feces, it is a psychological loss to be taken away by others.

It is also true that it is difficult to clean.

It is extremely time-consuming and laborious to clean up the feces and urine dumped in the street.

Fortunately, when her great-grandfather Jaehaerys was in power, he had rectified the drainage system of King's Landing, so that feces would not float all over the city because of rain.

Rhaenyra was stupid in life choices, but she was very smart in handling government affairs.

She went straight to the gold cloaks, beat up all the troublemakers, and notified the residents door to door to dump feces and urine in several collection points.

If they disagreed, they would be fined.

After a series of operations, the people on that street became honest, and the orphans did not have to run around the street to clean up the feces.

In just a few days, the street hygiene was completely renewed.

Even if someone accused her of oppressing the civilians, the praise from the grassroots could not be false.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, who doesn't want a better environment and get rid of the stench of feces and urine?

Aemon watched with relish and muttered: "A temporary pilot project, urban management and sanitation workers, centralized septic tanks, something!"

Sure enough, people in the Middle Ages were not stupid, but lacked vision.

"Alas, when can I have a fiefdom?"

Imon held his chin with one hand, his face full of melancholy.

My mother is in good health and will live for decades.

If I can't inherit Runestone City, I have to find a place to grow up.

Only when I am the master of my own house can I realize my ambitions.