Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Womithor stretched out his dragon head, his bronze pupils were very impatient, and he opened his dragon mouth angrily and growled.

It had just returned to its new home, and something happened as soon as it turned around.

What does the driver want to do?

"Help me, Womithor!"

Emon was thick-skinned and waved his hands vigorously at the bronze dragon.

"Roar!"

Womithor was very angry and flew over from the new nest with his wings spread.

From its low and muffled roar, it can be heard that the curse sounded very dirty.

Boom!

The bronze dragon slowly landed, and the fine sand flew several feet high.

The boys and girls carrying water were so scared that their faces turned pale and fell to the ground on the spot, and some fell directly into the water.

"Those who can swim, save them quickly."

Maester Mukun was anxious and steady, urging people to go into the water to salvage.

Steve took off his armor and white robe without saying a word, went into the water, and picked up the drowning people one by one.

"Thank you for your hard work, sir."

Emon handed him a white robe to wipe it.

These boys and girls are not natives of Runestone City, but orphans recruited from King's Landing.

He didn't want to let them go, so he had to treat them well.

The episode was over.

Aemon found a pile of limestone.

Limestone is usually white or brown, soft and easy to break.

It is a common stone that can be found everywhere.

"Prince."

Johanna's eyes sparkled, guessing what was going to be done.

Maester Mukun saw the audacity of His Royal Highness in just a few minutes, and led the rest of the people to retreat quickly.

"Dragon Flame!"

Aemon gave the order.

Wormisol looked down at a pile of rotten stones with his pupils vertical, and opened his mouth to spit out copper dragon flames.

Sizzle...

The limestone quickly dissolved under the burning of dragon flames, turning into lumps of red and fiery magma flowing.

"Stop!"

Aemon frowned.

Wormisol's dragon flame stopped abruptly, and a puff of black smoke spewed out of his nostrils.

Looking at the limestone burned into liquid, Aemon said with a headache: "Can this still be used?"

"Yes!"

Maester Mukun came back and asked someone to deal with it: "After cooling, it will become volcanic ash, which is a material to replace clay, and the texture is better."

Aemon's eyes were full of helplessness.

He wanted to burn lime, not volcanic ash with a substitute material.

"We can try again, as long as we control the temperature."

Maester Mukun fully exerted the inquiry ability of a qualified maester and was extremely curious about the dragon burning lime.

"Okay, let's do it again."

That was the only way.

Aemon stroked the brown wing membrane of the bronze dragon and reminded: "Reduce the fire, don't melt."

The voice was spoken in High Valyrian, simple and orderly to ensure that it could be understood.

"Roar!"

Womithor shook his dragon head and was in a very bad mood.

Soon, someone brought more limestone.

"Dragon flame!" Aemon ordered again.

Womithor was no longer reluctant, but still spit out dragon flame.

And this time, the dragon flame was much weaker.

Crackling...

The limestone burned red and became softer.

"Stop!"

Aemon saw this and hurriedly called for a stop.

As a three-good student who returned knowledge to compulsory education, he still remembered that the lime burning process should not crack or shatter.

Womisor slowly put away the dragon flame, and the limestone turned gray and black when it cooled.

"Get some water."

Maester Mukun ordered a strong young man.

The Citadel has studied countless lost skills, and burning lime is just one of them that is not easy to popularize.

The process is very simple, but the process difficulty and cost are higher.

Therefore, it cannot become one of the mainstream building materials.

While waiting for the water to be brought, the gray and black limestone gradually cooled and turned into a greasy white again.

Aemon couldn't wait, and picked up a few pieces with his bare hands with a handful of water, threw them into the bucket and crushed and stirred them.

"Dear, Prince?"

Maester Mukun almost dropped his jaw at this scene.

It's not scientific to hold the burned quicklime with bare hands.

Even the heat-resistant Targaryens shouldn't have reached this level.

"Don't make a fuss, maester."

Johanna smiled slightly and ordered more people to fetch water and stir quicklime.

The limestone that was burned until it changed color but was not broken up for use has been transformed into quicklime.

When quicklime meets water and heats up, it becomes a finer white paste, which is slaked lime that can be used.

Aemon concentrated on his work and used a wooden stick to mash the quicklime in the bucket into a paste.

"Prince, it's done."

Maester Mukun said tremblingly.

He still couldn't accept it and needed to slow down.

"Let someone try to see if it's firm when applied to the brick joints."

Aemon stood up and patted the water, looking forward to the results.

The specific process is correct.

It's just that the temperature of burning lime is not well controlled, and the cooling time is not sufficient, so the material transformation of lime has not been completely evaporated.

However, this is just an exercise, and the subsequent burning will be gradually refined.

Two old stonemasons stepped forward tremblingly, and used a mixture of slaked lime and fine sand and a mixture of sand and soil to build a row of low stone walls.

"Pay attention to the ratio, one shovel of slaked lime and three shovels of fine sand."

Maester Mukun gave instructions from the side, and it really looked like that.

Aemon nodded slightly, thinking that he was indeed a talent.

Similarly, he looked at the Citadel with a different eye.

It is worthy of being a learning institution that gathers the continent of Westeros, and the knowledge and skills it has mastered are quite extensive.

"Unfortunately, slaked lime is already the ceiling of the era."

Aemon had a little regret.

He actually knew how to make cement, but the cost and difficulty of firing cement was ten times higher than that of slaked lime.

And the effect of cement...

It is very hard at first, but afraid of sun and cold.

And the shelf life does not exceed a hundred years, usually it will crack and become a mess after a few decades.

The cost and benefits of using cement to build the prince's palace and lay the foundation are not proportional.

In contrast, burning lime is simple, and slaked lime itself is more durable.

Mixed with some other materials, ancient buildings using slaked lime can last for a thousand years.

"Prince, why don't you move first? It will take some time for slaked lime to play a bonding role."

Mr. Mukun looked at the bronze dragon and kindly reminded.

There was a volatile dragon next to it, and the craftsmen were smashing their feet when laying stones.

"Go back, Womisor."

Imon accepted the suggestion and turned his face away from the dragon.

"Roar!"

Womisor roared at the driver, and the hot wind blew his silver hair.

Then he turned the dragon's head and flapped his wings to fly together.

"Let's go too."

Imon wiped his face and said calmly.

He had already taken Womisol's partner Silver Wing to the river valley, so what was wrong with ordering him around once or twice?

How dare he raise his voice to him.

"Hiss~"

A silver dragon head with a curved horn crown poked out from the high mountain dragon nest, quietly looking at his partner and the silver-haired boy.

After confirming that there was nothing lively, it quietly shrank back.

Fully displaying the calm character of a homely dragon.

...

While waiting for the quicklime to take effect, His Royal Highness was still restless.

Compared to half a month ago, there were more rows of huts on the shore of the Changhu Lake.

Many farmers in coarse linen clothes squatted by the wall, staring into the distance with dull eyes.

They were the subjects of the northwest of Fushi City.

The northwest was adjacent to Raven Ridge, and there were very few subjects nearby.

Madam Leia decided to move these subjects to the river valley to serve as the first batch of subjects.

Aemon didn't approach, and whispered, "How many households are there, and how many people are there?"

Suddenly giving up the original life and moving the whole family to a strange land, it is inevitable that one will be confused for a while and lose hope for the future.

"A total of 509 households, each with three to ten people, a total of 1,824 people."

Johanna reported both decimals and whole numbers, and added: "Only half of them are young men and women, and the other half are old people and children."

In an era of low productivity, ordinary people will have more children.

Children are the new generation of labor, sharing the pressure of the family.

A family with a large number of people will not be bullied by neighbors.

"There are a few people."

Aemon smacked his lips.

According to detailed statistics, the 3,000 young men who built the prince's palace belong to Rune Stone City and will be returned in the future.

In addition to the more than 100 craftsmen and 150 valley knights in the prince's camp, only the labor camp of the fire craftsman department belongs to the river valley.

The 300 craftsmen and 1,000 orphans in the new field of King's Landing do not belong to him for the time being.

In total, only the 509 households in front of him are real residents of the valley.

"There are still a small number of residents in the back who are rushing to harvest crops, and they will slowly migrate here."

Johanna comforted him in time.

"Don't disturb them yet."

Aemon did not approach.

The first survival crisis in the valley has arrived.

How do the new residents live?

Reclaiming wasteland is a strategy, but the valley is in ruins and there are no extra people to reclaim wasteland.

"How long will their food last?"

It was June, and the valley had already harvested the summer harvest.

Thanks to the changeable climate of Westeros, it has been summer in recent years.

Johanna said: "It can last until next year's summer planting, and there are still some livestock to raise."

In other words, the construction period of the prince's palace must be shortened.

Before that, we have to find a way for the residents to make a living.

"It's not easy."

Aemon frowned, and for the first time in his life, he felt his shoulders heavy.

At this time, the difference between his uncle and his father Daemon was compared.

The eldest uncle is the king, inheriting the prosperity left by his great-grandfather and continuing it.

This is considered ability.

Dad Daemon used public funds to rebuild the Golden Robe and recruited mercenary troops privately.

At the peak of his career, he even proclaimed himself the "King of the Gorge Sea" in the past few years.

Occasionally, he heard about riding a dragon to punish the offending pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom, but there was no news about how the Stone Steps Islands were governed.

After all, he is the second son, and his talent is all in bravery.

"Hiss!"

Walking around the lake, I heard the roar of a young dragon in the distance.

When I looked up, I saw a light gray-white young dragon holding a big fish and flying back from the lake.

"Gray Shadow."

Aemon chuckled.

"Hiss!"

Gray Shadow also saw him, raised his head and swallowed the big fish in a gulp, and flew over happily.

Plop!

A giant dragon hit and knocked His Royal Highness to the ground.

Imon's eyes twitched in pain, and he held the young dragon in his arms, helplessly saying: "You seem to have grown up a bit?"

Now that he said that, it seemed to be true.

Gray Shadow was only six meters long originally, and was still a real little guy.

Imon looked at it now, and the porcelain white horns on the dragon head had grown longer, and the tail was thicker.

Measuring the body length, it was actually about eight meters.

"Hiss~hiss~"

Gray Shadow licked the dragon, and the dragon head rubbed against His Royal Highness, and the royal blue vertical pupils were full of expectation.

Imon pondered and said: "It's the effect of the blood source fruit."

Only the secret treasure fruit provided by the panel can make a young dragon grow two meters in a month.

Perhaps because of the young dragon, the blood source fruit is more effective.

But that is also rare and precious.

Gray Shadow is still flattering, and the mist-like wing membrane hugs His Royal Highness, just like a big dog acting like a spoiled child.

"Okay, stop it."

Aemon was pushed back by it and slapped the dragon head.

Under Johanna's surprised but unnoticed gaze.

Silently called up the card panel.

White mist, three cards that had not been turned over.

Aemon's mind moved, and three cards were turned over.

One white, one green, and one blue.

The third blue card was slightly more practical.

[Bronze Shield]: "Inscribed with the runes of the ancestors, it is said to have magical blessings that will not be damaged."

Price: 250 essence points.

Bo~

Aemon poked it and exchanged it directly.

He likes bronze ware, and it is also good to collect it as a collection.

"Unfortunately, blood source fruit is difficult to get."

Aemon touched the dog... dragon head, thinking about giving some compensation to Wormisol.

Can't always get it for free, right?

Even if Balerion is resurrected today, he has to go to the fields to plow two acres of land for me.

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