Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 106 The Sea Serpent's Ambition

"Congratulations, Prince."

Jen Sifu took small steps forward and offered praise immediately.

Yimeng said with a smile: "Congratulations on what?"

"Excuse my limited knowledge."

Jen Sifu said self-deprecatingly, pointing at the light gray and white little wild dragon, and whispered: "But you should blow the whistle to call them."

"Guessed it right."

Aemon's smile widened.

He specially dug out a piece of dragon bone from the Dragon Mountain on Dragonstone Island and polished it into the hilt of the mithril sword "Light of the Kingdom".

The remaining small section of the dragon bone was repeatedly carved into a dragon bone whistle.

I don't know how much energy it takes to make a whistle that is as long as a finger.

Jen Sifu looked at the dragon bone whistle and said timidly, "Blowing it can summon the dragon?"

From her eyes, you can tell that she really wants to try it.

"I can."

Aemon took off the dragon bone whistle and handed it over, adding: "If the dragonless person blows it, there might be a surprise."

"What a surprise."

Jane Sifu was eager to try.

Aemon said calmly, "Dragon flame or something."

It's all possible.

"Then you must keep it well."

Jen Sifu smiled awkwardly and withdrew her little hand that was raised in the air.

She just had never ridden a dragon, not that she wanted to feel the burn.

Aemon said: "I am going to Iron Oak City and tell Johanna to prepare to build a dock."

"Prince, Lord Waynwood..."

Zhan Sifu wanted to persuade her again.

Aemon turned and climbed onto the dragon's back, determined to see the mixed character of the nobles in the Vale.

Zhan Sifu frowned slightly and shut her mouth tactfully.

Regardless of the outcome of the trip to Iron Oak City, building a dock was imperative.

"Hiss-"

Womisol raised his head and let out a long roar. He flapped his broad brown wings and his huge body rose from the ground.

Silver Wing emerged from the clouds and followed his partner.

One dragon is a hundred meters long, and the other is over fifty meters long.

At first glance, the size difference seems to be twice as big, but in fact the visual impact is stronger.

Womisol is so huge that it is comparable to most sturdy castles. When its wings are spread out, it can completely cover Silver Wing.

The two flying together is like the difference between an eagle and a sparrow.

"Hiss~~"

The gray shadow looked around, then turned and flew back to the shore of Chang Lake.

It's too small.

Even if they followed, no one would notice the little wild dragon that was the same color as the clouds.

Half an hour later.

Imon rode Wormithor, broke through the layers of clouds and dived down from the sky.

The scene below changes.

A vast freshwater lake and an ancient castle built on an island in the lake.

There are fishing boats of all sizes moored on the river bank.

The castle has fallen into disrepair and is covered with moss and vines.

"Land, Vermithor!"

Aemon narrowed his eyes and recognized that this was the neighboring Iron Oak City.

"Hiss-"

"Hiss..."

Both Womisol and Silver Wing roared, circled around the ancient castle, and slowly landed beside the suspension bridge leading to the island in the lake.

The sound was so loud that all the birds and beasts within a radius of dozens of miles were startled.

Aemon climbed down from the dragon's back and thumped to the ground.

At the other end of the wooden suspension bridge, the butler and servants had come out to greet them.

……

Chaotou Island.

Climax City, Jiuhang Hall.

"Did the trip go smoothly?"

The sea serpent Corliss stepped down from the driftwood throne to greet his travel-weary daughter.

Lanar smiled and said proudly, "Of course, Seagull Town and Crab Island both agree to form an alliance."

It is rare for a girl to show her mischievous side in front of her father.

"Well done, we need allies."

Collis smiled and praised his daughter generously.

His two children are the great achievements of his life.

"Mother."

Lannar walked to the wine cabinet, picked up a glass of sake and took a sip.

Renisi said "hmm" softly, not interested in the conversation between father and daughter.

Ever since the failure of the 101st Congress, she has always believed that women should not participate in politics.

Maybe it’s not that they shouldn’t, but that participating in politics won’t be recognized.

No matter how sensible and capable the daughter is, Chaotou Island will be inherited by Lannino, the second-born child.

Collis was keenly aware of his wife's emotions. His deep eyes flickered as he mentioned something: "The letter said that you met Damon's son in Seagull Town?"

"Yes, the nobles of the Vale seem to be deliberately making things difficult for Aemon."

Lannar answered evasively.

"It's normal to make things difficult for him. That should have been his father's responsibility, but it fell on him."

Collis was old, so he naturally knew many secrets.

His Majesty the Centenary King intends to spread the family bloodline and places his hopes on his young and promising grandson Damon.

Unfortunately, Damon had no intention of shouldering the burden.

If the previous generation does not work hard, the next generation will suffer a lot.

Lanar's eyes flickered and she smiled, "Aemon did a good job, and he developed the river valley in a very impressive way."

She wanted to test her father's attitude.

In recent years, I have heard my father's abuse of Eamon and his son many times.

Collis glanced at his daughter and said shockingly, "That boy is pretty good. Did you catch him?"

"Father!"

Lannar blushed.

Renis frowned and said unhappily, "Corliss, you passed."

What kind of father would say something like that to his daughter?
"When it comes to family blood, you should be honest."

Collis smiled slightly, and was very happy: "It seems that my daughter has indeed fascinated that young boy."

Damn Damon, giving birth to a son who is like a copy and paste.

It's still up to him to ask for it.

Lanar kept a straight face and kept silent. She wanted to test her father's attitude, but she didn't expect to find out all his secrets.

She didn't speak, but someone else wanted to speak.

Collis snatched the wine glass from his wife's hand and drank happily: "Didn't His Majesty the King choose that boy as the Queen's choice? Could it be that the princess was on a tour to choose a husband and irritated that boy?"

What a wonderful drama, it has been performed by the Targaryen family almost from generation to generation.

Lannar was silent for a moment.

It is not difficult to see from Aemon's attitude that he also has a close relationship with Rhaenyra.

She is a latecomer who has surpassed the others.

The Corliss man was very experienced and saw the clues at a glance. He frowned and said, "It is indeed Daemon's son. He wants to step on the royal family and the Velaryon family."

No fear of drowning.

"Okay, Collis. You've asked enough questions."

Rhaenys's face fell.

He patted his daughter's arm and said softly, "Go back and rest first. Don't pay attention to him."

Lannar turned and walked out.

boom!
The door closed from the outside, and the dull sound broke the silence.

Collis tasted the wine silently, his eyes as deep as the abyss.

"You shouldn't say this to your daughter. She's still engaged."

Rhaenys was proud of herself.

"so what?"

Collis said confidently: "I can cancel the engagement anytime I want."

Keeping the top-named son of the former King of the Bravs Sea was only to discourage the influx of suitors.

Rhaenys rolled her eyes and said, "You are the most powerful noble in the Seven Kingdoms. You should have some pride."

Collis shook his head and laughed: "Pride can't turn the barren and dilapidated Tidehead Castle into a Climax City, nor can it make you get rid of the title of "Uncrowned". "

"However, detailed and careful planning can help you weather every storm."

This is the life experience of an old sailor.

It is all thanks to these experiences that he has come this far.

Renis knew she couldn't convince her husband, so she said helplessly, "Corliss, you're still upset about that matter."

"That position was supposed to be yours."

Collis stared at his wife and said, "Don't you dream about losing the ballot all these years?"

Rhaenys was speechless.

How could you not care.

That day was a denial of her life, and everything about it is still fresh in her mind.

"Viserys is a mediocre man, how can he sit on the Iron Throne?"

Corliss became more and more angry as he spoke, and asked, "I am doing my duty as a subject and just want my bloodline to be closer to the Iron Throne. Is that wrong?"

His children are no worse than anyone else!

Some members of the Targaryen family throughout the ages were unable to ride a dragon.

Why couldn't Viserys marry the princess to Laenor, and why couldn't Daemon's son marry his daughter.

Even Aegon the Conqueror had a mother named Velaryon.

Each shout was like a steel knife chiseling at Rhaenys's heart.

Renis's chest felt stuffy and she could hardly breathe: "Corliss, stop talking."

"I'm just complaining."

Collis calmed down and supported his staggering wife.

He actually knew very well that his wife was just as depressed as he was.

The couple has a common code.

That's "family".

Live for family, for each other's family.

Rhaenys closed her eyes and sighed, "I don't care about Lannar, but don't even think about Lanino marrying the princess. He is not qualified to be a husband."

A wise child is better than his mother.

She knew better than anyone what Lannino's orientation was.

Even if he became a prince, he couldn't reproduce his bloodline.

Collis hesitated for a moment and agreed: "Okay, I'll give them a chance to choose."

"I'm going to find Lanaer. She's terrified by you."

Rhaenys felt slightly relieved.

After she leaves.

Collis called a servant and asked, "Where is Lanino? Where is he?"

The servant blushed and stammered, unable to speak.

"Go out."

Collis looked gloomy and threw away his sleeves.

No need to guess, which lover she is having sex with again.

……

Valley, Iron Oak City.

Aemon walked across the wooden drawbridge and saw the closed castle gates.

"Prince, please use it."

The old butler took the tray from the servant and handed it to him respectfully.

Yimeng's eyes were stern, and the old butler felt uneasy under his gaze.

"Thanks for your hard work."

When cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he picked up a piece of bread, dipped it in salt and ate it.

This is considered to be the completion of guest etiquette.

Boom!

The castle gate slowly opened, revealing a rather dim and cramped hall.

Iron Oak City was built on an island in the lake, so its area was naturally not very large.

Compared to a normal castle, the hall is small.

Aemon walked on the bluestone floor tiles in the hall and saw an old man with a small mustache sitting in the main seat from a distance.

The old man looked to be in his forties or fifties, with sparse hair and gray temples, and wrinkles on his face that looked like ravines.

He is not young, and his eyes are particularly bright and shrewd.

Narrow eyes, high cheekbones, and thin lips.

At first glance, he looks cunning and mean.

"Are you Prince Aemon Targaryen the Dragon Slayer?"

Lord Red Waywood tilted his head, holding a rustic young girl in his arms.

Below him and to his left, stood a row of girls with their heads down and no words.

People are of different ages and have different appearances.

"That's me, Lord Red."

Aemon walked to the center of the hall and looked around unconcealedly.

On the main wall of the hall hangs a banner of House Waywood.

A broken rudder on a dark green background.

The girls standing in a row in the hall all wore simple accessories with corresponding family emblems.

(End of this chapter)