Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 12 Big Plunder!
After the clan sword Blackfyre was looted, Aemon hung up his head obediently.

The conditions for an item to contain magic are nothing more than being old enough, having magic inherently, or having undergone a mutation.

Valyrian steel is one of the last remaining treasures of old Valyria, it would be strange if it didn't have magic in it.

House Royce also possesses the Valyrian steel sword Lamentation.

But his mother, Lady Rhea, has always been very fond of him and hung him in the room, not giving Imon the chance to touch him.

"Let me see if there's anything else."

Aemon continued to rummage through the cabinets, aiming for a Valyrian steel crown.

It was the crown that Aegon the Conqueror wore when he was crowned, and it was inlaid with several brilliant rubies.

However, the current crown is the golden crown worn by my great-grandfather, and that crown is put away as a collection.

"No, still no."

As the sun was about to set, Aemon's forehead was covered with sweat and he gave up searching for the Valyrian Steel Crown.

I guess it has been stored in a new place.

Yimon took a breath and wiped the sweat off his face: "Change to another place and keep working hard."

Just as he was about to leave, his eyes swept across the stone carvings on the round table in the bedroom.

His feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, and he thought it was not a good way to walk.

Just turning around and leaving is too suspicious.

Aemon's eyes turned, and he walked to the large round table filled with stone sculptures and picked up a dragon-shaped stone sculpture.

Uncle Viserys had a hobby of collecting stone carvings.

Recreate the glory of the ancient Valyrian Empire in the form of stone sculpture.

If it were in my previous life, I would definitely be a figurine addict.

"I don't want much, just one as a token of my appreciation."

Yimon said sorry to his uncle in his heart and put the dragon-shaped stone sculpture into the backpack around his waist.

Anyway, if someone saw me coming in, the other party would know it sooner or later.

Take away a treasured "figure" and use it as a cover for looking for magic.

After finishing the finishing work, Imon hurriedly moved to another position.

The Red Fort is so big, we have to be impatient.

……

Red Fort, underground catacombs.

Yes, Aemon was actually a gravedigger boy.

Click!

The white tallow candles on the wall were lit, and the dim and spacious tomb became bright.

Aemon looked around and couldn't hide the smile on his face.

This is said to be a tomb, but it is more like a royal private vault that outsiders are not allowed to enter.

The most unique thing is the pitch-black dragon skeleton used for sacrifice.

In the center of the tomb, there is a circular altar half a person's height.

A giant dragon skull as big as a house, as black as ink, with a ferocious yet majestic appearance, is enshrined on it.

Circles of half-burned white candles were placed around the giant dragon skull, and the dim candlelight made the skull look extremely solemn.

Aemon stared in amazement, his chest rising and falling more violently, and he whispered softly, "The remains of Balerion the Black Death!"

The only existence that could be preserved in a crypt by the royal family for remembrance was the terrifying dragon Balerion, who dominated an era.

A true adult dragon, with a throat big enough to swallow a mammoth.

It is said that the dragon flame it spews out at its peak is so hot that it can easily melt armor and stone and burn sand into glass.

To this day, the Targaryens have no dragon that can rival them.

"Balerion, please don't let me down."

Aemon clasped his hands together and muttered devoutly.

Then, the little body climbed up the altar with great effort and reached out to touch the still warm dragon skull.

"Discover the remains of a creature that contains special magic power and obtain a portion of scorching fire magic power."

Yimon shuddered and suddenly felt hot.

A reddish glow like a firefly appeared, circling in the air, and then penetrated into his chest.

"Hiss!" Imon's eyes widened, and he felt a warm current washing over his body.

The senses are several times stronger than [Constitution +1], and it feels like a thousand small hands are massaging the body, making the whole body numb.

After just two breaths, I couldn't help but sweat profusely.

Then... the effect ended.

Yimon was a little confused and scratched his head: "Is this the end?"

I looked at my palms and saw some mud between my fingers.

Looking back at the terrifying dragon skull, it was pitch black with a metallic sheen, and had not changed at all from before. "No, the reaction was very intense."

Aemon clenched his fists, and it seemed that he had used a little more strength.

Call up the [Magic Essence Panel] and expand the personal attribute page.

Aemon Targaryen

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragon King of Old Valyria (13%)

Skills: Old Valyrian (proficient), History (familiar)…

Magic Cards: None

Status: "Constituent fitness has been improved, less susceptible to colds and more resistant to high temperatures."

"Is there an extra bloodline column because it is activated by the fire magic?" Aemon's thoughts were clear.

It didn't exist before, it's a new one.

The panel prompt said that Balerion's skull contained special magic, which should be the scorching flame exclusive to dragons.

"A dragon is indeed a dragon. Even in death it brings blessings to future generations."

Aemon couldn't help but feel secretly delighted, bloodline is very important.

It's about taming dragons, enduring heat and cold, and other innate talents.

"But the opening of the bloodline column doesn't seem to have any obvious effects."

Aemon stroked his chin, looking forward to it.

After all, with the bloodline column, one can clearly see the concentration level, which can be used as a reference for the safety of contact with the dragon.

If we can find a way to increase the purity, there may be unexpected benefits.

After thinking about it, he decided that it was not a good idea to stay here for long: "It's better to leave first."

Daring to think and act, Aemon immediately ran away: "Thank you for the hospitality, Balerion."

Don't forget to say thank you before leaving.

If you say that he is a legendary dragon, the rewards he gets are really generous.

A blood column that goes straight to the point, plus a slight improvement in physical fitness.

The most important thing is!

The golden funnel at the bottom of the gorgeous panel sparkles, and the narration number: [Essence Number: 141]

One portion of fire magic provides exactly 100 points of essence, which is like getting rich overnight!

The journey of collecting magic power is long and arduous.

……

At dusk, the sky was a fiery red.

Aemon crawled out of the tomb, looked at the unseasonable sky, and planned to go back to his room to rest.

When passing by the castle's courtyard, there was still a bustling crowd of people.

Pfft!
Aemon was busy calculating the uses of the essence when he bumped into a hard body.

"Who are you? Are you okay?"

A white knight in silver armor and white robe stopped, a look of surprise flashed across his handsome face, and he bent down to ask the silver-haired boy.

Yimeng covered his red forehead and didn't have time to talk more: "I'm fine, I'm leaving first."

Next time I will never be a phone-grubber again.

Christon Cole looked puzzled. He stopped the silver-haired boy who was about to leave and asked repeatedly, "What's your name? Where are your parents?"

With his silver hair and purple eyes, he is not an ordinary noble.

The silver-haired boy in front of him was dressed elegantly, and even though he was covered in dust as he ran around, he still showed his noble status.

As far as he knew, there was no little prince of this age in the royal family.

Perhaps a child of House Velaryon or House Celtigar, both descendants of Valyrian, was lost.

Moreover.

Cole looked alert and looked him up and down: "Where did you go just now? Do you need help?"

When Imon heard the third question, his mentality exploded.

When he looked up, he saw a young white knight with black hair and black eyes, and extraordinary bravery.

He had never seen one during King's visit, so he was probably elected after he left.

Then there is only one person.

Aemon had no good impression of him. He crossed his arms over his chest and said firmly: "White Knight, your duty is to protect the royal family, not to cause trouble for the royal family."

His attitude was very arrogant and he didn't give any face at all.

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