Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 107: "Turtle City" Summoning Vassals

Judging from the situation, she wants to propose marriage to him.

Old Red narrowed his eyes and said exaggeratedly, "Prince Aemon, who conquered the mountain clans, is well-known among the people of the valley. Even an old man like me has heard of your name for a long time."

As he spoke, he put his big hand under the table and pinched the young girl hard.

The young girl screamed and covered her butt with her face full of shame and anger.

"Hahaha~"

Old Red laughed and pointed at her, introducing her: "This is my seventeenth wife, an ignorant country girl."

"lady."

Aemon gave him a strange look and greeted him politely.

What a rare way of showing one’s power.

"Your Highness the Prince."

The young lady spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito and stole a glance at the young and strong prince.

"Get out of here, you horny bitch."

Old Red's face darkened and he slapped the same part with his hand.

The young lady trembled and walked out of the hall dejectedly.

Yimon's expression remained unchanged, but he couldn't help complaining in his heart.

He married seventeen wives in a row. No wonder the women around him find it difficult to talk about the old man.

"My wife needs to be disciplined. You are the noble Dragon King. Don't bother with her."

Old Red's expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book. He turned around and smiled: "I just got married. The young girl is very tender."

Just thinking about that feeling makes me feel twenty years younger.

"Lord Red, I am not interested in your bed affairs."

Yimon said indifferently.

Comparing him to a country girl is a naked disdain.

If it weren't for guest etiquette, the slap would have been given to that old man in the face.

"Oh, sorry."

Old Red slapped his forehead and said in annoyance, "I'm old now, and I can't control my words anymore."

It shows the man's ability to take advantage of his seniority to the fullest.

"My lord, the prince has come for business."

The old butler couldn't bear to watch it anymore and leaned over to remind him.

Old Red showed such an expression and nodded his chin: "Your Excellency, why do you bother to visit me?"

"I need a boat and a dock."

Aemon didn't hold out much hope and told him what he needed.

Borrowing the ships of the Waywood family, they shipped construction materials from the Strait of Mir into the Long Lake.

A dock was built on Long Lake, also using workers from House Waynwood.

After the task is completed, a large sum of money will be paid.

Old Red pretended to be thinking deeply, and it really seemed like it.

Wait until the conditions are completed.

The old man smiled and pointed to the row of girls below him, saying, "I forgot to introduce them. These are my daughters."

After a pause, they nodded one by one: "Martha, Ellie, Bena... Magna."

There are four daughters in total. I paused for a while before I remembered the name of the last one.

"Ladies."

Aemon nodded.

Old Red frowned and roared, "You are deaf, introduce yourself to the prince."

Several girls lowered their heads and spoke one after another: "My name is Martha, Ellie, Bena..."

It was the turn of the girl in the gray skirt. She said loudly, "My name is Serena."

"Did I call the wrong name?"

Old Red was stunned for a moment, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

But that's not important.

Old Red's eyes sparkled, and he said, "Your Highness, I will lend you my boat to help build a dock on Changhu Lake. What can you give me in return?"

Aemon glanced up and said calmly, "That money."

"Haha, that's not enough."

Old Red shook his head and laughed, saying, "Money is another matter. I helped you out of friendship, so you should return the friendship."

"How are you doing?"

Aemon's eyes swept over the girls who were looking down and keeping silent.

"Marry one of them, or take them all away, as long as you are willing to form a marriage alliance."

Old Red said this quite shamelessly.

Yimon refused directly: "I have a lover."

The old man is really greedy.

Giving a sum of money is not enough, and he wants to take food and money as well.

Don't even look at your own status.

"Yes, Your Highness, the noble prince naturally looks down upon the daughter of the Waywood family."

Old Red seemed to have expected this and immediately changed his attitude: "Then I'm sorry that I can't comply with your request."

Seeing this, Aemon couldn't help but laugh.

He didn't move to leave, nor did he intend to violate guest etiquette.

He looked up and stared into the old man's eyes, and asked curiously, "I have offended you before, and you didn't even offer me a chair after I walked in the door?"

Forget about the Grafson family of Seagull Town.

They closed the port and shut down their homes, which can be considered as having their own reasons.

What is the basis for the Waywood family of Iron Oak City?
Old Red was a wise old man, so he avoided the question and said, "Chair! Our 'Dragon Slayer' Prince Aemon wants a chair, you idiots."

After shouting and cursing, he said to himself: "'Dragon Slayer' Aemon, the Targaryen people use this title, just like someone claiming that the sheep in the valley are better than the women in the valley. It's as stupid."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall was suddenly filled with a low pressure.

The daughters of the Waynwood family were so frightened that they dared not even breathe.

Aemon chewed it carefully and understood.

The enemies made by my father Damon.

It's not easy for him to be hated in such a closed and conservative valley.

Seeing that he didn't get angry at first.

Old Red raised his eyebrows and said indignantly: "Look at my young and beautiful daughters. They should have married into the great noble families in the Riverlands or the Reach."

"But what now?"

"None of them got married because of this stupid rumor."

Thinking that what he said was reasonable, Old Red slammed the table angrily, almost spilling the wine glass.

"Pfft!"

Aemon couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She also married into a great noble family in the Riverlands and the Reach. This was not pure blackmail.

"Do you think I'm funny, or do you think the Waywood family is funny?"

The laughter stung Old Red, and he told the truth: "Your father disrespected the wife of the Valley and spoke ill of that woman. The whole Valley will never forgive him."

"I do not believe."

Aemon shook his head.

If there are people who are hostile to Damon, they are as numerous as the stars in the sky.

But just a few words brought hatred from the entire valley. It was simply alarmist.

Old Red's face was gloomy, with a gleam of suspicion in his eyes.

"As soon as I arrived at Iron Oak City, I guessed the answer."

Aemon kept smiling and walked forward slowly. "The Waywood family was once one of the few seafaring families in the Vale. They rose in foreign ports such as Tidehead Island and Crab Island and occupied the trade market in the Strait of Mire."

In terms of geographical location, Iron Oak City is too remote.

Chaotou Island guards the throat, and Crab Island faces the strait, making it a prosperous port comparable to Seagull Town.

As one side gains, the other loses, and Iron Oak City has long lost its competitiveness.

The Three Women's Kingdom plundered the Straits and affected the trade of these ports.

Even if Tiexiangcheng cannot get any bargains, it is still willing to see its competitors fail to make money.

But for a selfish person, having a new neighbor next door is as painful as losing his own land.

It would be considered honest if they didn't interfere with the development of River Valley Town, so why would they help him?

"Am I right, Lord Red?"

Aemon walked leisurely, and his figure gradually came in front of the other person.

An old guy with gray hair and a young and strong boy.

The two sides were separated by a table, one taller than the other, and staring at each other.

Old Red's face changed drastically, and his eyes showed shock of being seen through.

Looking up at the other person's tall figure, he leaned back in his chair out of shame.

"Here comes the chair."

Just then, the servant brought a chair.

"no need."

Aemon stared at the frightened old man and said kindly, "Lord Red, I will visit you again next time."

After saying that, he stepped back down the stairs.

He had no intention of taking any action and seemed not to be really angry.

It seems so.

Old Red's eyes flickered and he felt uneasy.

House Waynwood is one of the oldest families in the Vale.

But by the time it came to his generation, the family was almost in decline.

One look at the old castle shows that the Waywood family is not wealthy.

But he was cynical and afraid of the Targaryen dragons.

However, he thought too much.

With a smile on his face, Aemon rode away on his horse, Wormithor.

Just the smile on the corner of his mouth makes people feel uneasy.

It was as if being stared at by a dragon.

"Hiss-"

Wormithor circled Iron Oak City and flew with his partner to the end of the huge freshwater lake.

That is the source of the water from the gorge to the inland.

Aemon looked down and saw the concave sandy beaches on both sides of the estuary, with piers flying the flag of the Waywood family.

The water flow at the estuary is turbulent and there are basically no conditions for building a dock.

The Waywood family has been operating this enclave for generations, firmly occupying it with the dock on the enclave.

"Sure enough, he has the capital to be arrogant."

Aemon nodded secretly and rode Wormithor back to Riverdale.

He was not as angry as he had imagined he would be at Red Waywood's offense.

Not even a ripple.

When the other party spoke without thinking, two thoughts came to his mind.

One of them was more radical. He killed the old man with one sword and rode a dragon to burn down Iron Oak City.

The other one was more conservative. He went back and arranged for some people to poison and send all the Waywood family to see the Stranger.

All good, it will be fun.

However, the moment he stepped out of the gate of Iron Oak City, both thoughts were extinguished.

His target was not just the Waywood family of Iron Oak City.

No matter which method of revenge you take, the consequences will be the same in the end.

The nobles of the Vale, led by Jeyne Arryn, hated him, Uncle Viserys rebuked him, and Gulltown shut him out.

In the end, he will end up like his father Damon.

Being excluded from the table of power.

His calm mind gave him a new idea.

Since it is impossible to make steady progress, I will rely on the sword in my hand and the dragon under my crotch to fight a battle that will be famous among the seven countries.

Some clowns will eventually suffer the consequences.

It's always faster to go back than to go.

Wormithor returned to Riverdale Town and slowly landed at the foot of Lonely Mountain.

Aemon had a clear goal and went straight to the Hall of Plenty to find Johanna who was working in the office.

"Prince, you are back so soon?"

Johanna stood up in surprise.

"I want to go back to Runestone City. Send someone to notify Gunthor to lead his troops there."

Eamon said straight to the point.

Johanna's expression changed. "Did Lord Waynwood offend you?"

Apparently, she had also heard of this man's reputation.

"How could a real dragon get angry with a mountain sparrow?"

Facing his housekeeper, Aemon looked calm and said decisively, "I will gather my vassals and station them in Seagull Town to fight against the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom."

All the troubles come from the rebellion of the Three Women's Kingdom, so let's start from the root.

A war of blood and fire established the great reputation of "Dragon Slayer" Aemon.

Johanna's eyes widened slightly when she heard this.

"Has the order been issued to build the dock at Changhu Lake?"

Imon is at peace.

"Down."

Johanna whispered: "But in Iron Oak City..."

The Waywood family’s dock was not open to traffic, and the boats at the Long Lake dock were confined to the river valley.

"Don't worry, just build it."

Aemon looked relaxed and took off the sword from his waist:
"Let Gunthor lead 800 longbowmen, and the remaining 150 valley knights and the newly recruited 500 longbowmen will be stationed in the valley city and the blacksmiths' guild respectively to prevent the mountain clans from taking advantage of the chaos to rebel."

"Yes, Prince."

Johanna held the bronze sword in her arms, knowing that it was a token for mobilizing troops.

The Minister of Internal Affairs is in charge of all government affairs, but he has no military power.

"Proceed with caution."

With a final word of advice, Aemon turned and left the Hall of Plenty.

"Hiss-"

Before the sun set, Wormisol set off again.

(End of this chapter)