Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 100: Mithril Sword - "Light of the Kingdom"

Seeing Rhaenyra gritting her teeth.

Aemon picked up the wine glass and took a sip to hide the uncontrollable smile on his face.

Let’s cure the other person’s stupidity today.

Even if she is really a princess, she can never act like a princess in front of him.

Not accepted!

Rhaenyra was so angry, but there was nothing she could do. She said dejectedly, "I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Well, I read the letter from uncle."

Yimon nodded and commented sharply, "That's a very powerful curse."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and said aggrievedly, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

She is leaving!
Even if you've worked for two months for nothing, you should still have some attitude.

"How far has the road been repaired?"

Yimon asked suddenly.

Rhaenyra suppressed her emotions and said in a muffled voice, "The mountain road to Raven Ridge is halfway repaired."

The total is fifty miles, and half is twenty-five miles.

A little bit more than expected.

Yimeng followed his gaze, admiring the other's profile, and became serious: "You built the road, you decide on a name."

Opening up the east-west highway between the Vale of Arryn and East Cape is enough to make one famous through the ages.

He was already prepared for the other party to give it a name like "Princess Avenue", "National Glory Avenue", or "Goddess of Fertility Avenue".

Just consider it a farewell gift.

"I'll name it?"

Rhaenyra turned back, their eyes met, and she said hesitantly, "But the road is not finished yet."

"You can come if you are asked."

Aemon's eyes were determined.

Rhaenyra pursed her lips and said thoughtfully, "Let's call it River Valley Road."

"Oh, why is it so ordinary?"

Different from what he expected.

With a proud look in her eyes, Rhaenyra said softly, "This is the road I built myself. I will leave it as a gift to the people. Let the name of the River Valley Road be remembered by people and attract more merchants to pass by."

Aemon put down his glass and stared into her clear eyes.

It's smaller, and his pattern is smaller.

My perspective on people has also become narrow.

Rhaenyra snorted softly, circled her fingers around the hall, and asked, "Have you come up with a name for this main hall where Johanna works?"

Aemon's eyes flickered, and he said, "The Hall of Plenty."

"Oh?"

Rhaenyra was stunned when she heard this.

She thought it would be the Rose Hall, the Black Swan Hall, the Long Lake Hall, or something like that.

Compared with the functions of Midsummer Hall and Evergreen Hall, the current Hall of Plenty is used as an office for the vassals of the territory.

The only person who is actually on duty is the housekeeper "Black Swan" Johanna.

Yimeng smiled slightly and said casually: "I suddenly remembered this name."

The name of each dragon in the family has a meaning, whether deep or shallow.

For example, Vermithor was the "God of Blacksmiths" in the ancient Valyria period.

Balerion, also known as the "Black Death", is the "Death" of old Valyria.

"Bloodworm" Koraxus, the "sea god" of the ancient Valyrian period of the same name.

In summary.

Syrax of Rhaenyra was the name of the "fertility goddess" of old Valyria.

"Thank you~"

Rainier naturally understood the deeper meaning, and a smile appeared on her face.

My mood suddenly became much brighter.

"Come with me, I have a gift for you."

Yimon stopped talking and got up and went out.

"Princess, it's getting late."

Cole's expression changed slightly and he gave a warning.

"fine."

Rainier smiled and became more curious about what the gift was.

Seeing the princess and the prince slipping away together, Cole was in a dilemma and had no choice but to follow them.

Before leaving, the king was firm in his instructions.

But he couldn't get hard at all.

……

Evergreen Hall.

Two different footsteps, one after the other, slipped into the prince's bedroom.

"Princess!"

Cole hurried after him and the door slammed shut.

Take an urgent step back.

It almost hit the bridge of my nose.

boom!
The door opened again, and Rhaenyra poked her head out and said in a hissing voice, "You go first, I'll come find you later."

The White Knight is tall and handsome, and ultimately he is an eye-catching favorite.

The privacy she had with Aemon was something she could only dream of.

"It's getting really late."

Cole sighed, full of helplessness.

Rhaenyla raised her eyebrows and asked, "Kol, are you lecturing me?"

Before I knew it, I started to act like a princess for the first time in a long time.

"No, that's not what I meant."

Cole's face changed and he took a step back unconsciously.

He is proud of the honor of wearing a white robe and is very fond of the relationship between the ruler and his subjects.

"Then stay away and wait for me to find you."

Rhaenyra glared and closed the door again.

boom!
"Is it solved?"

Aemon lit a candle and held up a one-handed sword.

"He acts like an old woman sometimes."

Rhaenyra chuckled.

As the son of the Black Harbor steward, it's normal for him to have some old-fashioned qualities.

After her mother passed away, she was attracted by her mother's tenderness and asked her father to bring Cole to her side to protect her.

"your present."

Aemon looked ahead and held out his masterpiece with both hands.

"A sword?"

Renella stretched her hand into the air and laughed. "Aemon, I can't even tell the difference between the blade and the blade."

She idolizes "Queen Visenya" and often braids her hair.

That is Queen Visenya's hairstyle, neat and clean and convenient for fighting against the enemy.

But she was a pure girl. The nuns had taught her embroidery and how to believe in the Seven Gods, but no knight had ever taught her how to wield a sword.

"Hold it, and you conquer it."

Aemon handed it over again.

Seeing that she couldn't refuse, Rhaenyra plucked up her courage and took the one-handed sword with trembling hands.

As soon as I held it in my hand, I felt that the sword was extremely light, as if it had no weight.

"what?"

Surprised, Rhaenyra slowly drew out her sword.

Swish!
A flash of cold light passed by, and the slender sword body was like a willow leaf, covered with mottled silver-gray lines, and at first glance it looked like snowflakes. The hilt of the sword was bent forward, and the end was rounded to increase the weight.

Rhaenyra was fascinated and dazzled by what she saw.

Until the moonlight shone on the sword, reflecting a hazy black light.

She then noticed that the hilt of the sword in her hand was made of polished dragon bone and felt as warm as jade.

The dragon skeleton is jet black, with a foot-long silver ring inlaid in the middle, which is low-key yet luxurious.

A rose vine is carefully carved from the end of the dragon bone hilt, vividly climbing up the silver hilt and blooming with three gorgeous roses.

In the very center of the hilt of the sword is engraved a diamond-shaped four-pointed star.

He poked a finger on it and said in a gentle voice: "Light of the Kingdom, that's the name of this sword."

"This sword..."

Rhaenyra fell in love at first sight and raised her hand excitedly.

The sword blade flashed coldly and slashed towards the person in front of him.

"Be careful."

Aemon was quick-witted and quick-handed. He held her wrist, turned it and pressed it down, and swung the sword towards the table where the candlesticks were placed.

No sound was made.

The sword blade fell down lightly, cutting off a piece of the table corner as easily as cutting through mud, without any sense of obstruction.

Rhaenyra's eyes widened, and she said in panic, "Aemon, this sword is too sharp!?"

The clan swords "Black Fire" and "Dark Sisters" are just as sharp as this.

She can't accept it.

"Of course it's sharp. I added special materials."

Yimon explained carefully: "This sword is 60 centimeters long, 3 centimeters wide, and the handle is 33 centimeters long. It is a standard ladies' sword."

The "Dark Sister" in Daemon's hand is the sword that Queen Visenya wore during her lifetime.

The same sharp edge will be revealed.

"You don't understand me. I am not worthy of this sword."

Rhaenyra was extremely anxious.

She didn't know how to use a sword, so instead of keeping it in her hand for fun, it would be better for Aemon to use it himself.

Yimon said indifferently: "Keep it, it's specially made for you."

He used all his mithril beans for this sword.

The forging of the hundred-fold tempered steel was finally completed, and after quenching the sword body, snowflake-like mottled marks were formed.

If you say you are sending something as a gift, then you are sending it as a gift.

"Then what do you use?"

Rhaenyra sheathed her sword, and her purple eyes rippled slightly.

"I?"

Imon waved his hand: "It's fine with me."

It’s not like Runestone City doesn’t have the Valyrian steel sword Lament.

Although my mother won't let him use it for the time being, it will be his sooner or later.

And he tested it.

The "Light of the Kingdom" mixed with Mithril beans can harvest 5 points of magic essence, which is the same amount of essence provided by the Valyrian Steel Dagger.

Compared to normal specification Valyrian steel weapons such as "Blackfyre" and "Wail", the amount of essence is half.

It can be seen that Mithril is similar to Valyrian steel in terms of material, but the forging process is much worse.

It has enough toughness and sharpness, but its adaptability to magic is relatively low.

I don't know if I can kill the White Walkers?

Rhaenyra hesitated and said, "Really give it to me?"

Seemingly asking, he held the sword tightly with both hands and squeezed into the ravine in front of him.

"A Targaryen is as good as his word."

Aemon spoke in a strong voice, speaking High Valyrian.

He used a half-handed sword, as a one-handed sword was too light and thin for him.

The material seemed to know what he was thinking.

When the sword blank has completed the hundred temperings, after removing the impurities, there is just enough tempered steel left to make a one-handed sword.

"Thank you, Aemon."

Rhaenyra stared deeply and quietly clamped her legs together.

Aemon smiled and said it was no big deal.

He is indeed a bit smart and good at anything he wants to do, and is regarded by the three old craftsmen as a talented blacksmith and a strong warrior.

Just don't hammer them.

"I have a gift for you too."

Rhaenyra showed her true feelings, put a hand on his neck, and stood on tiptoes to get closer.

Aemon tilted his head and dodged.

Seeing this, Rainier was stunned and looked confused.

"Learn to exercise restraint."

Aemon's voice was soft, he lowered his head and looked her straight in the eyes.

"why?"

Rhaenyra's pupils shook slightly, not understanding.

When their eyes met, a warm atmosphere filled the air.

Each other's figures were reflected in their eyes, like two moths in the bright candlelight.

Considering the candlelight, they all wanted to crash upwards.

Aemon remembered what Rhaenyra's flaw was, and where her mistakes began.

Emotions cannot be released and lack proper guidance.

He degenerated step by step, learned how to use women's skirts to conquer men, and made his life a mess.

"Aemon, what should I do?"

When their eyes met, Rainier seemed to understand something, her eyes were as innocent as a baby's.

But the emotions in her body were surging, causing her breathing to become heavier and her upper body to involuntarily move forward.

She wanted it scalding hot.

"You are restraining yourself now."

Aemon lowered his head, avoiding the burning gaze.

Dragons are chaotic and disorderly.

When one dragon becomes restless, the other cannot escape its response.

However, it is not the right time yet.

Both of them are not old enough and they are afraid of causing a death.

"I understand."

Rhaenyra smiled gently, put the "Light of the Kingdom" into the other's hand, and placed her free hand on the belt behind her back.

"you……"

Aemon looked up, wondering what she had understood.

With a bang.

A touch of white flashed by, a warm touch hit my face, and a faint creamy fragrance penetrated my nostrils.

Outside the window, moonlight is shining.

"Meow meow~~"

At the door of the Hall of Plenty, a happy cat's cry was heard.

"Eat slowly, it's all yours."

Johanna squatted on the ground, watching the super fat cat eat quietly.

A sheep was tied to the ground, trembling with fear.

The super fat cat stood up on its hind legs and lay on the sheep's belly to drink milk.

It's still a kitten.

If you have not had mother's love since childhood, you should drink more milk.

(End of this chapter)