Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 105 Dragon Bone Whistle
The next day, early morning.

Aemon got up refreshed and went to the hall for dinner with the help of the maid.

Because I am in a good mood, everything looks good to me.

"Your Highness, are you sure you won't give it any more thought?"

Count Ba Jin scooped up a spoonful of fresh soup and made a sincere request on his face.

Seagull Town needs a dragon rider.

"No, I..."

Aemon didn't want to pay attention and was about to refuse in person.

Lannar was sitting next to him. She raised her hand, held his big hand, and squeezed it gently with her fingertips.

Aemon was slightly startled and turned to look at her.

Not only him, but everyone in the audience noticed this scene.

Lanar remained calm and spoke softly, "Aemon, it was one of the honors of your father Daemon to strike the Three Women. You are his heir."

You can choose not to hear, but you cannot choose not to ask.

Yimeng heard the hidden meaning and changed the subject: "River Valley Town is temporarily unable to spare us. If the Three Women's Kingdom comes to cause trouble again, I can lend a helping hand."

"With your help, the Three Women's Kingdom will undoubtedly be defeated."

Count Ba Jin hurried to flatter.

Aemon's brows furrowed slightly, pondering the art of language.

The pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom plundered the Gorge, and River Valley Town was indeed affected.

He completely denied any help and suspected that he was just trying to reap the benefits.

Putting yourself in the position of a foreign aid will allow you to move forward and backward freely.

"Don't drink milk all the time, try soup once in a while."

Lanar pushed over a half-full bowl of fresh soup and tilted her head to look him in the eye.

"Slimy?"

Aemon glanced at the china bowl, which contained cream of mushroom soup.

"Try it, it tastes different."

Lannar looked at him encouragingly and took away the half cup of milk in front of him.

Yimon frowned even deeper, scooped a spoonful of mushroom soup into his mouth, and forced himself to swallow it with a distorted face.

His Royal Highness the Prince is a very picky eater and refuses to accept new food.

"How's it going? Does it taste good?"

Lannar raised the corners of her lips and slowly drank half a glass of milk.

It's not okay to refuse to accept new things.

Unable to tolerate the disturbances in the outside world, he can only stay in the countryside and play by himself.

"It tastes terrible, but my mom taught me not to waste food."

Aemon calmed down, picked up the mushroom soup and drank it all, picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth elegantly, saying, "My mouth tastes like cream. Rhaenyra will definitely like it."

Lannar was slightly startled, and an inexplicable emotion flashed across her beautiful eyes.

When a man mentions another woman in front of a woman, it is no less than starting a war.

"You should drink more milk."

Aemon glanced at her with a meaningful look.

After saying that, he stood up and left.

Lannar frowned and lowered her head so that her toes were invisible.

Produce self-doubt.

Is it really necessary?

"Cough cough."

Sir Harold coughed twice and said seriously, "His Royal Highness is leaving. I will go and see him off."

As a member of the Kingsguard, there is nothing wrong with this move.

Before leaving, a pair of old eyes observed Lannar's expression sharply.

Judging from the conversation and intimate behavior between the two people just now, it can be seen that there must be an unusual ambiguity.

He was very worried about the king and the princess.

It’s best to nip any bad signs in the bud as soon as possible.

……

noon.

The two giant dragons flew out of Seagull Town, entangled for a while in the Stone Islands, roared at each other, and then ran away in their separate ways.

Lannar is going back to Tide Point to report.

"Fly, Vermithor!"

Aemon rode the bronze dragon back towards the river valley.

The purpose of this trip was achieved.

The seized goods were recovered, plus a handsome compensation.

The only flaw was that I couldn't say goodbye properly.

Lannar has too many bad intentions and always wants to manipulate men.

Such mature women are full of charm and make people want to conquer them.

Recall last night's confrontation.

Imon's head was swollen and he couldn't figure out whether he had made a profit or a loss.

a long time.

"Hiss-"

Womisol raised his head and roared, then flew his huge body over the valley town, blocking the scorching sun for the hard-working young men.

Aemon looked down.

Two and a half months after Rhaenyra left, the valley had undergone tremendous changes.

First, the river valley roads of Raven Ridge and Lonely Mountain were paved.

One section is fifty miles long, and the other section is thirty miles long.

The rugged mountain roads on the east and west sides were opened up, connecting the Vale of Ailin and the East Cape.

After discussion, it was decided to connect the two sections of River Valley Avenue, taking River Valley Town as the starting point.

This way, you don’t have to worry about traveling anymore.

"Hiss-"

Vermithor circles the Lonely Mountain.

At the foot of Lonely Mountain.

The Valley City is like a white jade capital, with three main palaces standing majestically and majestic palace walls in order.

Construction of the side halls and auxiliary halls on the left and right sides began one after another.

It won't be long before it is completely completed.

Under the river valley city.

Two thick city walls made of blue bricks rose slowly.

The outer city wall is now three meters high and eight and a half meters thick at the bottom, while the inner city wall is now one meter high and ten meters thick at the bottom.

Between the two city walls, a residential area for the people was planned.

At first glance, it looks like the embryonic form of a city.

You know, there are very few cities with walls.

Of the five major ports in Westeros, only the capital, King's Landing, has strong city walls.

Seagull Town is relatively good, with a half-meter-high white wall.

The remaining ports are almost undefended.

“Now that we have cities, we should develop agriculture and commerce.”

Aemon stood on the shoulders of giants and knew exactly what to do next.

"landing!"

He patted the bronze scales, signaling Wormisol to put him down.

……

Riverdale Town.

Aemon walked through the two city walls and into the center of the city.

Thousands of young and strong people were busy laying thick bluestone slabs on the sand and gravel, and planning the streets and houses.

The old craftsman was experienced and reserved a drainage system in advance and arranged people to dig canals.

Everything is in good order and moving in the right direction.

Along the way, we also saw a blacksmith shop and a tailor shop.

"Prince, you are back."

A well-proportioned red-haired figure walked out of a stone house. "Why are you here?"

Aemon wondered.

Jensif bowed and chuckled, "I'll find some women who can sew, have them do some embroidery work, and ask someone to sell it to the market in Arryn Valley."

The stone house behind me is a temporary workshop.

Yimeng suddenly realized: "Then you have done a great deed. They should all be grateful to you."

The young and strong do the work, and the strong ladies cultivate the land.

Some frail women or those who have to take care of the elderly and children become a burden to the family.

With an additional source of income, they can also stand up straight in the family.

"Thanks for the compliment."

Jane Sifu's smile was infectious. She said, "It was General Manager Johanna who gave me the inspiration. She opened a tailor shop, a grain shop, a hotel and a brothel in the four districts of the east, west, south and north."

The General Manager of Internal Affairs is involved in some basic people's livelihood industries.

It adds a lot of vitality to the empty river valley town.

It is worthy of admiration.

"It's really different every day."

Aemon couldn't help but sigh.

The River Valley Road is unobstructed, and sooner or later a large number of merchants will flock to River Valley Town, turning it into the main city in the valley.

"How's the situation in Seagull Town?"

Jen Sifu asked proactively.

"It's not good. The port is completely closed."

Aemon walked towards the Blacksmiths Guild, intending to pick up something.

Zhan Sifu asked worriedly, "So what are your plans?"

She knew how important maritime transportation was to River Valley Town.

Aemon's eyes flashed, and he asked suddenly: "How much do you know about Lord Waynwood of Iron Oak?"

"I heard that's not a generous person."

Jane Sifu answers all your questions.

Aemon said, "Iron Oak City is home to the largest freshwater lake in the Vale. That lake has the same origin as the Long Lake. Lord Waynwood should have a small transport ship."

As far as he knew, the Long Lake was drained inland from the Gorge Sea.

And divided into two.

The water flowing south formed the Long Lake, and the water flowing north formed the freshwater lake where Iron Oak City is located.

In warm weather, both lakes are accessible by boat.

Janesfu organized her words and said tactfully, "Lord Waywood is notoriously stingy and likes to use his daughters to arrange marriages. He won't help easily."

"I can pay you a certain amount."

Aemon insisted.

At the same time, I couldn't help but wonder why Lord Waynwood had such a bad reputation.

Jen Sifu shook her head and said, "If you want to go to Iron Oak City, I suggest you bring more soldiers to increase your momentum."

"He dares to attack me?"

Aemon was shocked.

"No no no."

Jansif waved her hands repeatedly and emphasized, "Lord Waywood has an irritable personality and likes to use foul language, a bit like Ser Gunthor."

In aristocratic circles, swearing is looked down upon.

It is also easy to provoke disputes.

"That's it!"

Aemon was disappointed.

Jane Sifu:?

What are you disappointed about?

We walked and talked along the way and learned a lot of gossip about the nobles in the valley.

When they arrived at the Blacksmith Guild, Aemon asked him to wait while he went in to get his things.

Jane Sifu was not in a hurry at all and waited quietly.

It took less than two minutes.

Aemon came out with a silver necklace around his neck.

With sharp eyes, Jane Sifu could tell at a glance that the necklace was the one that His Royal Highness the Prince often wore.

It is inlaid with a sapphire and is worn with him all year round.

"Beep!"

Aemon picked up the extra black whistle on his necklace and blew it with all his strength.

The whistle was sharp and piercing, and the long and continuous echoing sound.

The sound is very loud and highly recognizable.

Jane Sifu covered her ears, barely blocking out the sound interference.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, a light gray and white young dragon flew over from the horizon, looking around for the whistle.

"Beep!"

Aemon had excellent lung capacity and his whistle could be heard across half of Riverdale.

Lonely Mountain, Dragon's Nest.

A giant silver-grey dragon was lying in the cave. It heard a noisy whistle and slowly opened its vertical pupils.

"Hiss-"

Wormithor was right next to the dragon's nest, and he leaped out with his partner Silver Wing.

In an instant, three giant dragons circled in the sky.

"Beep!"

Eamon's face turned red and he began to whistle at a regular rate.

The gray shadow passed over the dragon's head and landed on the rocks at the foot of the mountain.

"Hiss!"

Silver Wings soared low in the sky, his vertical pupils fixed on the silver-haired figure blowing the whistle, and he resisted the urge to spit out dragon flames.

Womisol flew beside him and pulled his partner back into the air.

This scene naturally alarmed the people of Hegu Town.

Looking at the two giant dragons flying side by side, they all put down their work, clasped their hands together and prayed devoutly.

They worship living dragons more than the Old Gods and the Seven.

"Beep beep~~"

After a while, the whistle stopped abruptly.

Aemon took a deep breath and put down the dragon-bone-polished dragon-taming whistle.

"Hiss!"

The gray shadow was like a curious baby, flapping its wings and jumping over.

His nostrils flared vigorously, sniffing the silver-haired boy and the dragon bone whistle repeatedly.

"Fish thief, you seem to have grown up a bit."

Aemon teased, stroking the dragon's head gently and slowly.

It has been almost half a year since we migrated to the river valley.

The gray shadow's body length has increased from six to eight meters at first, and has recently grown to nine and a half meters, almost reaching the ten-meter mark.

Young dragons usually grow faster, helping them to quickly pass through their infancy.

But Gray Shadow's growth rate is closely related to good food.

"Hiss!"

The gray shadow shook its dragon head, dodged the silver-haired boy's rubbing, and took two steps back.

It is a dragon with status and cannot be touched by anyone.

"Cheapskate."

Aemon rolled his eyes and looked at Wormithor and Silver Wing flying in the sky.

He originally wanted to summon Gray Shadow to test the effectiveness of the dragon bone whistle.

It was a pleasant surprise that Silver Wing could fly out of Lonely Mountain.

It turns out.

Dragons are very sensitive to sounds and have a certain ability to distinguish them.

(End of this chapter)