Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

"Discover a common creature with magic, get +1 essence."

Aemon took the little black cat, and the panel gave a prompt.

"Meow~~"

The little black cat was pinched by the back of its neck, its body bent like a shrimp, and its four little claws scratched randomly.

It seemed to be looking for its mother and milk.

Aemon looked at it again and again, and loved it: "Little thing, your good luck has come."

The shadow mountain cat is a powerful predator. The adult size is comparable to that of a tiger or leopard, and its ferocity is even greater.

In addition to the dragon, the only one stronger than it is probably the dire wolf outside the Great Wall.

The key is that it can also provide 1 point of magic essence.

Decided, adopt it!

"Pack up the spoils, we should go."

Aemon's mood improved, and he stuffed the little black cat into the bag on his waist.

Take it back and raise it well, and it can also guard the house.

"Squeak!!"

The next moment, a sharp rat cry broke out.

Aemon's face changed slightly, and he quickly opened the bag to check.

However, the golden-nosed rat showed a humane expression of fear, and took out a silver fork from somewhere with its little paw, knocking it on the little black cat's head.

"Meow~~"

The little black cat was weak, and it meowed when it was beaten.

"Xiaobai, what are you doing!"

Emon was shocked and grabbed the rat's head and put it on his shoulder.

The golden-nosed rat was extremely angry, and his little eyes were flashing with tears. He gestured with the silver fork.

As a mouse, how could he live in the same pack with a cat.

"... Sorry."

Emon's forehead was sweating coldly, and he hid the rat in his collar.

...

In a blink of an eye, a month passed.

It was July, midsummer.

Good news:

The first palace was built in the Valley City, named "Midsummer Hall".

Bad news:

Emon Bai waited for a month, but none of the characters in the two letters came.

At this moment, Midsummer Hall.

Emon sat by the window, and the corners of his mouth were raised uncontrollably.

There is no bad news, it is clearly a double happiness.

Ta-da-da...

A light footstep was heard, and a figure in a black dress walked in.

Johanna smiled happily: "Prince, according to your request, the honeycomb coal we made has finally been sold to the market in the Arryn Valley."

"How much is it?"

Emon became interested.

"The initial price is three copper stars per piece of honeycomb coal, and there will be small vendors willing to stock up some."

"If you do a good job, the price can be even cheaper."

Emon smiled: "Don't be afraid of losing money, just sell the honeycomb coal, and it will eventually flow into the hands of the nobles."

After a month, of course, I can't be idle.

With the supply of coal mines, I can do some business.

Honeycomb coal is simple to make, just mix coal ash with loess, and it can be used after it is shaped and dried.

The old people and children captured from the fire craftsman department can produce it.

Anyway, he will never raise prisoners who eat dry food.

Johanna hesitated and said: "But honeycomb coal is difficult to ignite, and there will be residual coal smoke."

As a specialty of the river valley, there are still some shortcomings.

"Don't worry, these are sold cheaply to civilians."

Aemon knew what was going on, and said, "We'll produce some high-quality honeycomb coal in a while, and sell it to King's Landing to make a name for ourselves."

In this era, civilians can't afford firewood.

The trees belong to the nobles, so it's strange that you can cut them down to make fire.

He originally wanted to sell them to the nobles at a high price.

Due to the difficulty of the road in the valley, we'll first try the market in the Arryn Valley.

By the way, we'll find out the people's livelihood in the Arryn Valley and whether it's easy to do business.

Johanna nodded her chin and said seriously, "There's one more thing. The 800 people you asked Sir Gunthor to recruit are ready and are training by the Long Lake."

"Let's go and see."

Aemon was refreshed and stood up and walked out.

Since the capture of 1,500 people from the Pyrotechnics, the population base of the valley has skyrocketed by half.

But after all, they are from the mountain clans, barbaric and unruly.

Rebellion is easy to occur with just the dragon and 150 valley knights.

Training a group of elite soldiers exclusively for the valley can have a deterrent effect.

Of course, he chose to do both.

With a wave of his hand, all of them were sent to Raven Ridge to dig coal.

At the same time, he gave hope.

If they persisted until the completion of the valley city, they could get rid of their coolie status and be promoted to formal subjects.

The first seventy-four captured people from the Firesmith tribe were the most powerful evidence.

Aemon separated them.

Some of them served as blacksmiths, and some were arranged to quarry.

All of them were paid, which was the treatment of formal subjects.

Among the eight hundred new recruits just mentioned, thirty of them were from the Firesmith tribe.

Fully treat everyone equally and integrate them thoroughly.

Walking out of the Summer Hall.

Aemon habitually observed that three thousand young men were building the second prince's palace behind the Summer Hall.

"It's really fast."

"Yes, the materials are also top-notch."

"Remind Sir Ryan to deliver the next batch of materials as soon as possible."

Aemon stepped on the white marble floor, feeling very proud.

When people are proud, they like to look up at the sky.

The sky is clear and the white clouds are floating.

A golden dragon shuttled through the clouds, its broad wings flapping gently, and its strong body was extremely fast.

"Haha, there is another dragon."

Aemon smiled and admired.

"Hiss!"

The golden dragon flew all the way across the long lake and rushed straight towards this side.

Aemon came to his senses when he heard the dragon's roar and was shocked: "Syrax!?"

"Land, Syrax!"

The golden dragon flew overhead, and a clear girl's voice came from the dragon's back.

Syrax's vertical pupils were agile and he slowly landed on the ground.

boom!

The hind feet left two shallow claw marks on the foundation, and the wings folded to create a strong wind.

"Aemon, long time no see."

Rhaenyra jumped off the dragon's back and said hello with a charming smile.

"Rhaenayla, it's really you."

Aemon was stunned.

"Why, you don't welcome me?"

Rhaenyra tilted her head and stepped forward generously.

As he walked, he raised his hand and bit off the leather gloves he was wearing, his eyes full of provocation.

After getting closer, keep pressing forward with your body.

Aemon looked disgusted and pushed him: "Keep your distance, you smell like a dragon."

The other party was wearing a black scaly dragon-control suit, which showed that he had come with a premeditated plan.

"Don't you have it on you, aren't you a dragon?"

Rhaenyra had been immune to it for a long time, and even held the arm that pushed away.

Eamonn tried twice but failed to pull it out, so he said helplessly: "You are not on a tour to choose a husband, why are you here?"

No matter how hard you hug me, don't show it to Xiong Xiao.

No wonder people say they are poor and generous.

Rhaenyra was determined not to admit defeat. She stood on tiptoes and leaned to her ears. Her red lips parted slightly: "The person I chose is right here."

As he spoke, he exhaled like a blue breath, hitting the other person's face.

Eamon was silent for a moment and pursed his lips hard.

I really hate people who hit straight balls.

How nice it is to turn a corner, and he will be able to say something bad.

"Why don't you talk? Is it because you don't like to talk recently?"

Rhaenyra snorted.

It was not easy to fly from the Riverlands in order to see him.

You have to use some means to communicate normally.

"Your Highness, please."

Aemon narrowed his eyes and smirked, welcoming him into the Summer Hall.

Rhaenyra looked around, her eyes full of surprise, and she stared at the other person calmly.

She's not really stupid.

Aemon was not afraid of the slanted shadow, and he would not tell the truth anyway.

After the prince and princess left, Johanna, who was stunned on the spot, came back to her senses.

Looking around, I suddenly remembered that there was still an unsettled account.

…

Summer Hall.

Aemon sat on a chair and glanced at the silver-haired girl opposite who was eating and drinking.

Rhaenyra was enjoying herself, chewing the melon and fruit cakes bit by bit with her small mouth, but her eating speed was not slow at all.

When they entered, the two chatted thoroughly.

Rhaenyra's tour started from the royal territory, passing through Harrenhal and Riverrun, and met with the major families in the Riverlands.

We are about to set off for Golden Tooth City and enter the Western Territory to continue our tour.

Occasionally, I heard from my female companion that Mrs. Leia was looking for a valley girl for her son, so she sneaked out overnight.

"Have we met?"

Rhaenyra took a sip of sweet wine and asked casually.

"Meeting whom?"

"Mrs. Leia's choice."

"No, I was let go again."

Aemon pretended to be sorry, but his eyes were full of smiles.

It’s such a wonderful day when no one is urging you to get married!

Rhaenyra raised her beautiful eyes and said calmly: "Mrs. Janey's inheritance qualification in the Eagle's Nest City has been questioned. She ordered her cousin Arnold Arryn to be sent to Runestone City to serve as Lady Rhea's cupbearer."

This cousin Arnold is the most powerful contender for the inheritance of the Eagle's Nest City.

At just eight years old, she gently moved Jeyne Arryn's position as Duchess.

Aemon pondered for a moment and murmured: "It turns out that something has delayed me."

Otherwise, with my mother's resolute personality, I should have packed up the marriage partner and sent it over.

But why didn't Lanner come either?

Rhaenyra didn't know what he was thinking, and said, "You said you would take me to fight the Mountain Clan. When will you set off?"

She saw that there were mountain clans working in the river valley.

Aemon said: "No rush, let's train a group of soldiers first."

He also wants to attack the Alpine clan and capture more of the population using the red card [Copper Wall and Iron Wall].

But there are too many people and it is difficult to control.

The importance of an elite army was highlighted.

When the training was almost complete, I happened to take him to attack the Gaoshan clan, and saw the blood to sharpen the blade.

Rhaenyra was stunned and said in confusion: "Then what should I do?"

Aemon looked it up and down and came up with a good idea: "How about you do a little favor."

"Tell me and listen."

Rhaenyra asked curiously.

"Follow me."

…

Raven Ridge.

Horse-drawn carts and ox-carts hauled the stones and unloaded them on the rugged mountain road that entered the river valley.

"Dragon Flame!"

The girl's voice spread.

Syrax crawled slowly, pointed at a pile of gray-white stones, and opened his mouth to spit out dragon flames.

Orange-yellow mixed with gold, floating in the air with a thick texture.

When the stone burned red, the dragon flames stopped.

A group of old men and women from the Fireworks Department stepped forward and used wooden sticks to smash the cooled stones and grind them into quicklime for later use.

More people dug out a ten-meter-wide flat foundation, layered it with thick layers of gravel and gravel, and finally poured a mixture of lime and fine clay sand on top.

There was a clanking sound, and the mixture seemed to be paved with mud.

"Yeah, not bad."

Aemon stepped on it, which was quite strong.

This is an ancient method of paving roads, and the mixture is called "Sanhe Tu".

It means that the proportion of lime, clay and fine sand will become extremely hard after repeated beating.

The traditional Sanhetu is also mixed with glutinous rice juice and eggs, which greatly improves the quality.

But that would be too expensive, unless you have a lot of money.

"Rhaenayla, you are such a helper."

Aemon smiled and approached the silver-haired girl who looked like a dragon.

Rhaenyra moved aside and said expressionlessly: "Is this the little favor you mentioned?"