Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

The ship is sailing on the sea, and time is flowing.

In the luxurious cabin, Aemon lay face up on the big bed and spread out softly.

His eyes were dull, like a spoiled loser.

He regretted it.

The sea is not as beautiful as imagined, and people are dizzy after being shaken by the waves.

"There is no such thing as One Piece." Imon grabbed a small quilt and collapsed: "The sea, it was you who conquered me."

Perfect without the high spirits of going out to sea in the morning.

If this continues, he will faint.

Boom!

There was a knock on the cabin door, and then it was gently pushed open.

An old nun in a black and white dress came in with a lantern and a basket full of sewing fabrics in her other hand.

"Martha, you are finally here."

Aemon, who had been waiting so hard, instantly resurrected on the spot, and a young dragon rolled over and rolled out of bed.

Old Martha put down the oil lamp and said with helpless doting: "Don't worry, luckily I prepared some needlework before I got on the boat."

"Come on, I want a good night's sleep."

With his bare feet, Eamonn took out a basket full of urala grass from the side of the bed.

I don’t know why, but urala grass contains a hint of magic.

But if you want to use it, you have to process it carefully.

The old nun has exquisite sewing skills and can weave soft and delicate urala grass into mats.

"These grasses are too soft and fine to weave alone."

Under the burning gaze of the little prince, old Martha shook her head and continued to weave the grass leaves patiently.

He took out a piece of blue fabric from the basket as a base, and fixed the woven straw mat with needle and thread.

Aemon squatted beside the old man's legs, no longer showing any resistance to the Ceremony of the Seven Gods in the past, and he blinked and studied hard.

When you are away from home, don’t be overwhelmed by the many arts.

Unfortunately, after looking at it for a while, my upper and lower eyelids started to fight.

Old Martha was ingenious and suggested softly: "Prince, it's still bright outside, go out and play, and then go to bed at night."

Children are very playful, and now they stare at each other after sleeping at night.

Eamonn also knew this and rubbed his eyes and agreed: "Okay, you should also pay attention to safety and don't prick your hands."

Yawning hard, he turned around and walked out of the cabin.

The old nun was his nanny. She not only taught him the beliefs of the Seven Gods, but also took care of food, drink and clothing.

Although he was very harsh when he was forced to recite the Ceremony of the Seven Gods, he was very gentle when dealing with her in daily life.

She is a very good old lady.

Old Martha smiled when she heard the instructions, and knitted carefully under the light, her hands moving all the time.

There were many leaves of grass in the basket, and there was enough left over to sew a pillow for the prince.

…

Prince Aemon, on deck.

Eamonn stood under the blue sky and white clouds again, and his little one was very eye-catching.

"Prince, this way."

Just as he was about to find a place to get some fresh air, William waved from behind the mast.

Aemon's eyes were puzzled and he kept walking.

Let's go and see what's going on!

In addition to the piles of cargo boxes on the deck, there are the Valley Knights under the flag of the Royce family.

Going around the mast, the three people sat in a circle.

Aemon looked suspicious and said, "Are you three having a party?"

Except for the young William, the remaining two people were Runestone City's coach Gonsol and Seagull Knight Ryan Schetter.

Wine bottles and food were randomly placed on the board, and it looked like they were half eaten.

"Ha tui~"

Gonsol only focused on eating. He picked up an unpeeled orange with his big hand and gnawed it. The juice splashed all over his mouth.

Without raising his head the whole time, he stuffed a few more grape spit seeds into his mouth.

The corner of Aemon's mouth twitched slightly.

This is having an opinion about yourself, right?

Fortunately, there are not all such rough and tough guys here, so they won't embarrass each other.

Sir Ryan stood up quickly, took off his gray cloak and folded it into a cushion, and said with a smile: "Prince, the deck is wet and cold, be careful of catching a cold."

After saying that, he put it under Aemon's butt and made a gesture of please.

"Thank you." Aemon accepted it calmly.

Look, there are still people on the road.

Glancing at Gonsor, who was full of nonsense, his little brows twitched unconsciously.

Doesn't it mean that knights are all gentle and courteous, but this guy went through the back door?

"Forget it, I don't have the same experience as him."

Eamonn touched his rather swollen belly. He didn't want to have a picnic together, so he just wanted to ask: "What can I do for you?"

"We are your escort."

William has the fastest mouth and goes out bald.

The little dragon cub suddenly frowned and counted with his fingers, but found nothing.

He didn't have an exclusive escort before, so he randomly picked strong men from among the guards.

"Who is there?" Aemon was worried and glanced around with bright eyes.

Since we are protecting him, why should we arrange eight or ten, right?

There are fifty knights of the valley traveling with my mother.

Sir Ryan always remained elegant and smiled apologetically: "It's just the three of us."

"Huh?" Eamonn was stunned.

Those three, let alone the three in front of me.

When Aemon glanced over, William puffed out his chest and raised his hand to slap the bronze breastplate.

"Does he count?"

Eamonn looked in disbelief, his fingers trembling as he pointed at the conspicuous bag.

Sir Ryan, the only normal person here, nodded gently and replied warmly: "William is very brave, Gunsor and I will do our best to protect your safety."

Being brave does not mean being useful!

Aemon could see the whole leopard at a glance, and his anxious heart finally died.

But seeing Gunsor who was still eating and drinking, he could barely accept it.

Gonsor is two meters and two meters tall, with strong muscles all over his body, and the muscles on his arms bulge high under his clothes.

Even if he is just a show-off, he can be as good as five William.

In this way, William is half a knight, and Gunsor is equivalent to two and a half knights.

Aemon counted on his fingers, thinking that he had earned two Williams... bullshit!

The little dragon cub covered his face in disappointment and accepted his fate.

Three is three, Gunsor looks very powerful, better than not having one before.

After a long pause, Aemon remembered the business: "You were arranged by my mother, what did she say?"

It's not that maternal love is overflowing for no reason.

Sir Ryan immediately replied: "Wait ashore, the situation in King's Landing is very complicated, and you should have a personal guard as a prince."

He is not low in martial arts, and he temporarily serves as a guard.

Hearing this, Aemon became serious.

As the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, King's Landing has a complex power structure, comparable to a rat's nest with wind blowing from all sides.

It is necessary to arrange a few personal guards to confirm.

After thinking it through, he looked at the other two.

The Seagull Knight knows well, and he is very considerate in dealing with people. What about you?

William blushed and scratched his head.

He didn't want to be a guard either, it was Lady Rhea's order.

Looking at Gunthor again, he held up a bottle of rum and drank it in big gulps, and burped hard after drinking it.

William explained with a look: "There are people guarding Runestone City, so Gunthor came out to relax."

Imon saw it and touched his chin with his little paw.

As far as he knew, the other party was not doing well in Runestone City.

First, the kingdom was in a peaceful period, and there was no place to use the powerful force.

Second, Gunthor was stubborn and always swore, and was not welcomed in the noble circle.

"Could it be that my mother didn't like him either, so she threw him to me to fill the scene?"

Imon's eyes rolled around, and he just felt a little bit of picking up a leak.

Seeing Gunthor's depressed look, he opened his mouth to flirt with him.

"Emon, come here!"

When he opened his mouth, his mother's harsh voice suddenly came from behind him.

Emon turned around quickly and swallowed his words.

According to the rules of Diandian, it is a bit complicated to start a new book.

It took 20,000 words to enter the [New Book Storage], and then various recommendations were made.

Zhou Zhou's book was not even put into the storage~