Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 109: The Hearts of Half the Valley

The voice just fell.

A large number of people, mainly members of the Royce family and Sir Ryan, knelt on one knee.

Among them are acquaintances, some I have met once, and some I have never met before.

They all placed one hand on their chest to show their loyalty to the heir of Fushi City in front of them.

Some people did not kneel, but silently looked at the young heir.

Being loyal to Lady Leia of Fushishi City and being loyal to her successor are two different things for now.

Aemon saw it all and raised his hand gently: "Stand up, I see your loyalty."

Wow!
All the kneeling people stood up and took a step back in unison.

This action highlighted the person who had not kneeled just now.

Not many people.

The Tollet family of Grey Valley, the Korwat family of Coldwater, and some remote Royce branches.

Aemon looked at them one by one and saw the representative figures of each family.

The two sides looked at each other and fell silent for a while.

Aemon put on a coat and was about to exchange a few words.

Suddenly, a sturdy man in silver-gray armor couldn't help but run straight to the blacksmith shop.

The sturdy man had a rough face and short gray-black hair.

After entering the blacksmith shop, he stared at the fully assembled full body armor, unable to take his eyes off it.

While staring at it, he muttered to himself: "What an amazing craftsmanship, there's not even a crack on the ribs."

From what he said, he is a knowledgeable person.

There are many types of armor, among which plate armor has the strongest defense and a higher survival rate on the battlefield.

The quality of a piece of plate armor depends entirely on the number of defects left by the blacksmith during the forging process.

After all, the materials used are almost the same, and no one can penetrate the steel plate.

The gaps between different parts of the armor are the fatal points that break through the defense.

The better the blacksmith's skills, the fewer gaps there are after the plate armor is spliced.

This full body plate armor forged by Aemon has no gaps at all unless you look closely.

"Your Highness, are you the reincarnation of the 'Blacksmith'?"

The sturdy man's eyes sparkled. He ignored the heat that touched the silver breastplate of the plate armor and shouted, "I am fighting for you. If I make achievements in the battle, can you give me this armor as a reward?"

The crest of House Tollet was printed on the breast of his armor.

And he himself is Addison Tollett, the Lord of Greydale.

As early as nine days ago, he led the army here.

During this period, I went to the blacksmith shop almost every day to watch His Royal Highness the Prince forging iron.

Blacksmithing is not a menial profession.

Both the Ancients and the Andals conquered the continent of Westeros relying on epoch-making bronze and iron technology.

Even in the Faith of the Seven, there is a "Blacksmith".

Addison stayed for nine days and witnessed the forging process of His Royal Highness the Prince.

A total of three sets of full body plate armor, seventeen half-hand swords, and two oak shields were forged.

This forging speed is comparable to flying on a dragon.

And as each piece is completed, the next one will be even better.

Today, the quality of this full-body plate armor has surpassed the work of the best blacksmiths found in the valley.

Even if you spend all your savings in Gray Valley City, it would still be difficult to buy it.

His words immediately attracted the attention of others.

It has long been noted that His Royal Highness has superb forging skills.

Otherwise, who would gather here to watch the blacksmithing?

The pressure was put on the young Prince.

Aemon looked at Ser Addison who was not paying attention to etiquette and said with a smile: "Do you like this armor?"

"Of course!"

Addison yelled.

He just loved it.

Aemon held the freshly-made shoulder armor and handed it to him, pretending to be serious: "No need to do anything, it's yours now."

"what?"

Addison was stunned.

Looking at the hot shoulder armor that has not cooled down yet, it feels like a hot potato.

It's not right to accept it, but I feel reluctant not to accept it.

I gritted my teeth and really reached out to take it.

"and many more."

Aemon suddenly stopped, replaced the shoulder armor with a helmet and stuffed it into the other's arms, showing a smile: "You are a warrior, you deserve it."

These weapons and armors were made for the purpose of reward.

Addison was stunned again, staring blankly at the masked helmet in his arms.

"What, you don't like it?"

Aemon passed him and faced the bannermen outside the smithy.

The back is completely exposed.

I am not afraid at all that the people behind me may be dissatisfied and do something rash.

The scene was very quiet and no one spoke.

Some people were staring at His Royal Highness, and some were staring at Addison.

Those who stared at the latter were partly worried that he would get angry, and partly envious of him for getting a top-notch plate armor for free.

One second, two seconds...

"Hahaha!"

There was a wild laugh from the smithy.

Aemon didn't even turn his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Addison put on his helmet, strode out of the blacksmith shop, and said arrogantly, "Look, this is the new armor that His Royal Highness the Prince has given me."

In the heat of the moment, I uttered swear words.

"Hahaha……"

"Why do you deserve a suit of armor..."

"Your Highness, I also want..."

It was these rough words that completely ignited the enthusiasm of his vassal state, and they began to laugh and curse.

Aemon looked around, his smile growing.

Pfft!
Addison knelt on one knee and said in a loud voice: "Your Highness, the Tollett family has been loyal to the Royce family for generations, and I will also abide by the honor of my ancestors."

"I swear here today that I will be loyal to you and fight for you every day."

After he said this, the scene became quiet again.

Many people know that Addison of Grey Valley is not as reckless as he looks, but a brave and careful gray fox.

Apart from Fu Shi City's direct troops, he was the one who had spent the longest time observing His Royal Highness the Prince.

In fact, he was the only vassal who stayed in the blacksmith shop every day.

Aemon looked down at him and said seriously, "Serve me, and you may die."

"I'm only afraid that I won't die on the battlefield, but will die in a cowardly way on my sickbed."

Addison took off his helmet, his face determined.

"Okay." Aemon waved.

Jane Sifu trotted forward and handed over the clan sword "Sorrow" hanging on the wall.

Aemon held the Sorrow in his hand and placed it on Addison's right shoulder. He said solemnly, "I promise you that you will die in battle with honor. You will not die from a wound in the back, from filth, or from betrayal."

Then, the response to the Pledge of Allegiance was said again.

With every word, "Sorrow" moved from the right shoulder to the left shoulder, and finally hung above the head.

Addison bowed his head and accepted the vows one by one.

"Get up, Master Addison."

Aemon put the "Sorrow" on his waist and picked it up with his own hands.

His strength was so great that even a six-foot-tall man could be lifted up like a chicken.

Addison was stunned again, staring at the young but strong muscles of His Royal Highness, and laughed: "Yes, Your Highness!"

The laughter was so loud that it even drowned out the previous laughter.

"Hahaha."

Aemon would look at him and laugh too.

He likes this guy, a trustworthy general.

"Hahaha……"

The king and his minister laughed out loud, and the rest of the vassal officials looked at each other and all burst into laughter.

The valley is closed and conservative, but also adheres to tradition.

In this respect, only the North and Dorne can be compared.

It doesn’t matter if Feng Jun is a young boy, but he cannot be a coward.

With his Royal Highness's muscular physique, he controls the temperature and strength when forging iron.

All of which indicate that he is a ruthless character with superb martial arts skills.

"Your Highness the Prince."

Walder Kovat of Coldwater City walked out of the crowd, knelt on one knee with his uncle and illegitimate brothers, and swore allegiance in public.

The fact that they came to Fushi City shows their loyalty.

If the person in front of them is worthy of their loyalty, they will bend the knee.

Once there was one, there was a second, and the remaining branches of the Royce family knelt one after another.

Outsiders can all bend the knee, so there is no reason for them to turn a blind eye.

"Everyone get up."

Aemon grabbed Addison and Walder's arms and shouted as he walked: "Tonight, Runestone City will host a banquet for you all. Let's get drunk."

It is human nature to be fickle.

He didn't like socializing, but at this moment he was willing to get drunk with these valley guys.

He was half-Valleyman, too, by the way.

"Hahaha!"

The group of people came in a mighty procession, each calling out to the knights and knight squires in their family.

Just walked to the gate of Fu Shi City.

Rumble!
A group of valley knights were raising a cloud of dust, carrying a banner with a red castle on a white background with a red border.

In a blink of an eye, the team arrived at the gate.

The two men in the lead took off their helmets. They were the eldest son and heir of the Fred family, Holden Redford, and the second son, Adrian Redford.

Aemon was surprised in his heart but remained calm on the surface.

He did not invite the Redford family of Red Base.

Horton got off his horse, walked to the front, put one hand on his chest, and said seriously:
"Following my father's orders, five hundred valley knights, five hundred longbowmen, and fifteen hundred infantrymen of the Redford family are coming to support you. I hope Your Highness will not have to worry."

"Thank you for coming, and thank you for the Redford family's great help."

Aemon said politely, glancing at the red-haired girl behind him.

Zhan Sifu was as happy as a sparrow. She flew to her two brothers and said happily, "You are finally here. Was it hard on the way?"

Needless to say, it was a letter she secretly sent to Hong Lei.

Aemon narrowed his eyes, suspecting his mother had added some layers of involvement.

Jane Sifu hugged her two brothers on the left and right and said compliments.

Especially to the eldest brother Horton, she is like a clingy little sister.

When the vassals of the Royce family saw this scene, they all smiled like aunties.

What else could the Fred family be here for?
When Jen Sifu looked up, her face turned red.

Holden's face was tense, and he whispered quietly: “If you become a princess, even if I bring all the remaining soldiers, my father will not say anything.”

The Fred family is one of the most ancient families in the valley, so they naturally brought more than just these troops.

But my younger sister has made no progress, and sending too many troops would seem flattering.

That's right, two thousand soldiers and horses are already a lot.

"Welcome, we are going to hold a party."

Aemon quickly recovered and greeted with a bright smile.

He is a prince who recruits soldiers, the more the better.

Including the 2,000 men from Honglei, Fushishi City now has nearly 15,000 soldiers and horses.

Together with Womithor and Silver Wing outside the city, it is more than enough to flatten the valley.

color!
……

Six days later.

night.

Fu Shi City was brightly lit and filled with noise.

The servants added batches of wine, and the wine barrels filled more than a dozen carriages.

Aemon sat in the main seat and looked around at his bannermen drinking happily.

The banquet was held for seven consecutive days, and today was the seventh night.

The army will set out early tomorrow morning.

This army of 15,000 people will march south to Seagull Town and head for an unknown battlefield on the strait sea.

Aemon stared in fascination, his eyes as dark as the night.

"My prince, everything is ready."

Jane Sifu walked towards her gracefully, with the corners of her pretty mouth curled up.

Madam Leia rarely goes out and has become the mistress of Fushishi City.

Coordinate the army's food and fodder and arrange banquets before the expedition.

Everything is organized in an orderly manner.

"Keep an eye on who has grievances with whom, and don't let them get together and start fighting."

Aemon warned.

Jane Sifu nodded her head and watched His Royal Highness the Prince leave.

There is a meeting room on the second floor where representatives from all parties have already arrived.

clap clap clap!
After Iemon left, a group of musicians walked into the hall from both sides.

A cellist is the main player and they put together a novel piece of music.

The melody is beautiful, but too depressing.

It's like the suffocating feeling before a storm.

It broke out again from the repression, swallowing all the ships into the endless deep sea.

As a song before the war, it inadvertently draws people into a solemn and murderous state.

(End of this chapter)