Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

The next day, the sun was shining brightly.

The east coast outside Fushi City is covered with fragrant green grass.

"Baa baa~~"

A group of goats swayed their plump buttocks and gnawed on grass blades.

Looking down from a high place, it looks like a bag of marshmallows fell to the ground and became dirty.

"Don't lick me, go make some trouble."

Aemon, who had changed his attire, tightened his face and chased away a few curious goats that came close to him.

Two short legs stepped into the horse stance, and the little paws clenched a clump of dark green grass and pulled hard.

In order to sleep well and grow taller, he got up early.

"I said, why are we gathering all this grass?"

A head emerged from another group of goats, and William complained reluctantly.

He stretched out his hand to push away the stalling goat, and shook off a clump of urala grass with roots and soil.

Aemon gathered all his energy, gritted his teeth secretly and said with a trembling voice: "You don't understand!"

Phew!

The urala grass was uprooted and fell out due to the recoil.

Aemon sat down on the ground, rolled twice and got up again, his face was red and smoky from exhaustion.

"Huhu, finally done."

Clean the soil from the roots, smoothen the grass leaves and put them into a basket on the side.

In order to harvest the urala grass and magic essence, the little dragon cub is fully prepared.

He put his little hands together and leaned on the backpack, which was almost the same height.

A layer of urala grass was simply laid inside, and black dragon eggs were placed randomly.

Eamonn took a few breaths, took out the water bag from the backpack slung around his waist, raised his head and drank a few sips.

The backpack is made of green fabric, with a white tower of burning flames embroidered on the flap.

Carrying it on his slightly round waist, it looks delicate and close-fitting.

"Come back to life, keep working."

Eamonn smiled happily, put the sleeping bag back into his backpack, and patted it happily.

This was a parting gift given to him by a good friend, and he was usually reluctant to use it.

William strode forward, dazed with fatigue: "You are a prince, you don't have to do such dirty work."

Whatever you want, your servants will do it for you.

Aemon's big eyes were shining, and he pointed at the several guards who were scattered in the distance, and said rationally: "They are all doing it, I will do my part and go faster."

Uraku grass is a good treasure for making a fortune. Just a few guards are not enough.

He can't stay idle!

Eamonn felt justified and placed his hands on his hips coquettishly.

In just one morning, I gained a lot.

Find a total of five clumps of urala grass and get +5 magic essence.

The [Magic Essence Panel] opens, and a new model is available on the redemption page.

1. [+5 Essence]: After redemption, get 5 points of magic essence.

The first gray card replaces the vacancy exchanged yesterday, and the price is 10 points of magic essence.

2. [Physique +1]: Safe and harmless physical enhancement.

The color is white, and the price is 10 points of magic essence.

3. [Speed ​​Straw Sandals]: After wearing them, you can be faster than a horse.

Dazzling green, the price tag is as high as 50 points of magic essence.

Aemon looked at them one by one and showed contempt for the first gray card.

It's a blatant scam, but there's no point in spending double the money to get half the original price.

Aren't you afraid of being locked up in a dark room?

From the panel, something new is also revealed.

The content of the three opening cards is not static.

Every day in the early morning, it will be randomly replaced with a new one.

The quality is good or bad, and the price is clear.

Ignoring the preaching William, Aemon poked his little hand and touched the second white card.

Bo~~

The card shattered into foam and turned into a stream of white light that penetrated his body.

I closed my eyes in anticipation and felt a lightness all over my body. The numbness in my arms disappeared and was replaced by a sense of strength.

After jumping, the short legs that are one foot tall can jump one and a half feet.

Aemon couldn't help but rejoiced, secretly cursing: "I have strengthened my body, and it will be worth it."

Originally, I wanted to try the effect of +1 physical fitness and contribute to the great cause of pulling weeds.

I didn't expect the progress to be so significant.

"If I refreshed my physical fitness card every day, wouldn't I become a superman?" Aemon's mind was filled with fantasy.

In the world of ice and fire, personal bravery is always an important factor in evaluating a person.

Today's highly skilled warriors can be counted on one hand.

Give him ten years to grow up, wouldn't it be...

"I don't eat beef!" Eamonn suddenly said this.

"What, you still want to eat beef for lunch?"

William's words were interrupted, and his jaw almost dropped.

In the low-productivity continent of Westeros, large livestock such as cattle are also very valuable.

It wasn't due to accidental death or old age, and ordinary nobles wouldn't be able to take a bite.

Eamon suddenly woke up and raised his chin arrogantly: "If you don't eat, are your ears hard to use?"

Don't think that he doesn't know, the other party must want to eat it.

I also want to use him as a cover.

Huh, that can't be done!

Take a break and get back to work.

Aemon is very motivated and vows to save more magic essence in exchange for an indestructible body.

William could only follow, bending down and searching hard for the scarce dark green grass leaves in the sea of ​​grass.

After working for a while, I was so busy and dizzy that I couldn't find a clump.

He held his waist and straightened up, grinning: "Prince, why doesn't he just follow along?"

The finger pointing secretly pointed at a high slope not far away.

Aemon looked along his finger and saw a two-meter strong man with messy black hair.

Gunthor, wearing a pair of bronze armor and a golden sword, sat on the ground and looked at the scenery leisurely.

Seemingly noticing the little dragon's gaze, he took out a two-handed giant sword from his back.

That was his sword, as his body size did not allow him to use a half-handed sword or a one-handed sword.

It was like holding a toothpick.

As Aemon watched, he began to act expressionlessly.

He took out a lemon from his pocket and took a bite. The sour taste hit his taste buds, making his already rough face even more hideous.

He stretched his neck to swallow the pulp, dipped the remaining half of the lemon into the open bag, and wiped the giant sword in an orderly manner.

The sharp-eyed little dragon saw clearly that the lemon was dipped in white salt.

This is a way to maintain the sword, and the cost is higher than applying grease.

Because salt is expensive.

"Is he very powerful?" Aemon was stunned.

He can run a horse on his arm, so he must be very fierce in a fight.

He hit a short melon with one punch.

"Of course, Gunthor is the coach of Runestone City."

William curled his lips in jealousy and urged: "He should work too, he will definitely get one right."

"You go call him?" Aemon said lightly, directly exposing the evil plan.

"Forget it."

William smiled bitterly, how dare he.

If he provokes Gunthor, he will be whipped like a windmill with his small body.

The two continued to look for Ula grass, digging the grass and turning around.

People don't go to the mountain, but the mountain goes to people.

Gunthor wiped the giant sword, stood up and walked down the slope here, even avoiding the goats that blocked the way.

William was almost scared silly, sweating all over his back.

"What's wrong with you?"

Aemon stepped out with his short legs, with his hands on his waist to block in front of his younger brother.

Yes, the cousin is actually the younger brother.

Even if it is Gunthor, he must face it head-on without hesitation.

"I'm here to supervise you." Unexpectedly, the other party was not here to cause trouble.

Gunsor lowered his head, stared at the little ghost who was not even knee-high, and said in a deep voice: "Mrs. Leia asked me to remind you by the way, don't always roll around in the grass, and prepare more royal etiquette."

"The next hunting will be held in the Royal Forest at the king's call."

In the new book period, the standard is 4,000 words per day.

Friends, please forgive me~~