Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 169 Intelligence Manager
Taking advantage of the free afternoon, Rhaenyra went to the dragon's lair again.

"Syrax will lay eggs any minute now, and I have to stay by."

Aemon was forced to follow.

The interior of the Lacquered White Palace is spacious.

Rhaenyra kept on talking: "Syrax is very restless, and the dragon-keeper elders said that it is eating less and less."

He gestured back and forth with his hands, planning the mother dragon's postpartum care.

"You look like you're happier than if you gave birth yourself."

Aemon chuckled.

Unexpectedly, Rhaenyra's expression changed and she said seriously:
"The family's dragon egg reserve has never exceeded twenty. If Sylax is a female dragon that can lay eggs, she can lay eggs several times in her lifetime, with three to five eggs in each nest."

"As the number of dragon eggs increases, the chances of our descendants being able to ride dragons will also increase."

Aemon was stunned, all he saw was Rhaenyra's serious and naive look.

It’s like going back to childhood.

Rhaenyra regarded herself as an elder sister and took her to cause trouble everywhere.

"Did you listen to me?"

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Rhaenyra's eyes were filled with anger.

"Of course!"

Aemon came back to his senses in an instant and smiled.

He was just thinking that the two of them were going to get engaged.

Earlier than expected.

He conquered the valley and finally stood at the table of power.

"Aemon, are you very proud?"

Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes.

Ever since my father said we were getting engaged the day after tomorrow, this guy has been looking at me in a strange way.

Am I your toy?
"Cough cough..."

Yimeng almost choked to death on his spit, and quickly waved his hands: "That's not something you can say."

He loved Rhaenyra very much.

This love is slightly less than Lannar's, but much stronger than Jenny and Jensfu's.

A pure and honest person!

"Hmph~~"

Rhaenyra crossed her arms across her chest and put on a look of contempt, as if she were looking at a scumbag.

She doesn't know about Jen Sifu yet.

But she would have a good talk with Lanaer about Jenny's interference.

Lannar appears to be a gentle older sister, but secretly she is very jealous.

"I brought you a gift."

Aemon couldn't stand it.

Rainier's beauty is exchanged for her intelligence, and she can make such an expression with such a beautiful face.

He was afraid that he would feel good.

"Bring it to me and take a look."

Rhaenyra was secretly proud.

Finally got a win.

Aemon rummaged through his pockets, woke up the sleepy golden-nosed rat, and pulled out a red pottery plant.

Rhaenyra: ...

It's like a magic trick.

The red pottery basin is not big, only the size of a fist.

The valley was filled with soft black soil, and a golden wheat seedling was planted.

"wheat?"

Rhaenyra came closer, her eyes revealing clear stupidity.

The wheat seedlings are as long as forearms, orange all over, and have unsprouted ears of wheat wrapped at the top.

Yimeng touched the wheat seedlings and said seriously, "Plant them in the ground. The wheat seedlings in a certain range will grow faster and fuller, and they contain traces of magic power."

"Spiritual plants?"

Rhaenyra was surprised.

The so-called spiritual plants are things like Ula grass and some wild fruits of the Imperial Forest.

The way to tell the difference is that the plants themselves contain a hint of magic.

This special plant itself contains very little magical power, and even the best fire magician cannot tell the difference from ordinary plants.

There is not much change after people eat it.

At most, it can restore some spirits and enhance immunity and physical fitness.

Imon found the spiritual plant thanks to that greedy and sleepy little mouse.

"Harvest it. It would be best if you plant it on Dragonstone."

Yimon warned: "This wheat seedling is still young, and it has great potential for growth."

"do not worry!"

Rhaenyra nodded vigorously and hugged the red clay basin tightly in her arms.

The bulge in front of me was squeezed.

“That’s not necessary.”

Even Yimon was jealous...and felt sorry for him.

There are five golden wheat seedlings in total, which come from the five wheat seeds spit out by the bronze bird on the branches of the bronze sacred tree.

After careful planting, it breaks through the soil.

"The wheat seedlings are golden, so they are called topaz wheat?"

Rhaenyra was delighted by the sight of prey and thought of the color of Syrax's scales.

"No, it's called Golden Retriever."

Eamonn had a blank expression.

?

Rhaenyra was stunned.

"Don't you think that when the wheat seedlings grow up, the orange-yellow ears of wheat will look like wagging dog tails?"

Imon has his own understanding.

"what ever!"

Rhaenyra's expression remained unchanged.

It was secretly decided to plant the wheat seedlings on Dragonstone Island and call them Topaz Wheat.

And if he has children in the future, Eamon will lose the right to name them.

……

At dusk, the bells rang.

The lacquered white wheel palace sailed out of the dragon's lair and slowly returned to the Red Castle.

The carriage was quiet and the two looked at each other in silence.

"Aemon, I want a seat at the throne."

After thinking for a long time, Rhaenyra mustered up her courage.

Aemon was surprised: "There are no vacancies on the council."

"Father is going to prepare a seat for you. This is a good opportunity."

Rhaenyra said hopefully.

Attending the imperial meeting for a long time.

She had many ideas, all of which were rejected for various reasons.

As the heir to the Iron Throne, if power cannot be extended, then there is no power.

"Who?"

Aemon had a guess.

Rhaenyra said seriously, "Messaria, she can serve as the chief intelligence officer."

"White Maggot Xiaomei?"

Aemon rolled his eyes.

It turned out to be Damon’s ex-mistress, and she wanted him to help.

"Aemon Messalia is a very kind person. She has ideals and bottom lines, and she has always encouraged me to be a good queen."

Rhaenyra was stunned for a moment.

I didn't expect Aemon to reveal the special news about Messalia.

Then I thought about it.

Johanna, the "Black Swan" who has an unclear relationship with Eamonn, is a dangerous woman who hides her true colors.

It's not surprising that Aemon knew about Daemon's famous mistress.

"Can you help me?" Rhaenyra grabbed Aemon's hand, her eyes full of sincerity.

"The Chief of Intelligence is not officially the Minister of the Court."

Aemon didn't say yes or no.

"But it is qualified to attend the Imperial Council."

Rhaenyra had thought about it.

Aemon sighed helplessly.

The position of Chief of Intelligence is a shelved nominal position.

The first chief of intelligence was the cruel Maegor, who appointed his mistress "Tyanna of Tower City" to do the job in order to consolidate the royal power.

That vicious woman is not a good person.

He tortured to death Aenys I's second son Viserys and Maegor's second wife Alys Harroway.

This directly led to the execution of the entire Harroway family in Harrenhal.

After her, the position of Chief of Intelligence was considered obscure and tantamount to abolition.

Among the intelligence chiefs who appeared later, there was not a single loyal minister.

"Bent-foot" Laris, White Maggot Xiaomei, "Blood Crow" Brandon, "Octopus Spider" Varys, Maester Qyburn...

Not to mention loyal ministers, it’s hard to even find a good person.

Aemon rubbed his brow and taught: "Rhaenyra, people who have information like this should not be given power or the opportunity to stand on the stage."

Any king with any means would never employ the chief of intelligence.

That's so stupid.

"Messaria will help me."

Rhaenyra's mood suddenly fell.

She was isolated and helpless at the imperial meeting.

Old man Lin Man supports her, but he is an old man who sticks to the old ways.

Most of the time you can't count on it.

"I'll think of a way."

Aemon glanced over.

Rhaenyra spoke well of her and helped her to resist her uncle's anger.

Engagement is imminent.

This is the first time I asked for help. Not helping will affect our relationship.

"Really?"

Rhaenyra was surprised.

Aemon nodded. "I'll give it a try, but I can't guarantee it will work."

"I'll be happy if you help me."

Rhaenyra smiled brightly.

Aemon was infected and laughed along.

But deep down I don’t think so.

It is unclear whether he can attend the imperial meeting or not, so how can he support others?

King's Landing is a rat's nest.

In the valley, he only obeys orders and not announcements, and has greater autonomy.

If he didn't care about his family, he wouldn't have to return to King's Landing to explain.

It's all because of my uncle's face.

……

into the night.

After dinner, the Red Fort fell silent.

The king's palace.

Viserys sat by the hearth in his nightgown, playing with a hand warmer.

It is a small one with dragon patterns carved on the surface.

Open the lid and you will see red silver carbon inside.

Who studied this stuff?

It’s winter now, and it’s very warm to hold one in my arms.

"A little clever, but not used in the right place."

Viserys muttered quietly.

The hand warmer and the secret smokeless silver carbon made in Hegu Town were of course researched by my nephew.

What a strange and clever trick!

Viserys snorted and quietly glanced at the table full of stone sculptures.

dong dong!

Leonor knocked on the door and came in, saying respectfully, "Your Majesty."

"I have something to ask, and I need you to answer me sincerely."

Viserys was sincere.

Prime Minister Leonor was the most selfless and reliable person he could think of.

They are both monarch and subject, and also friends.

"I will tell you everything I know, and I will tell you everything I know."

Leonor's fat face tightened.

"sit!"

Viserys asked a difficult question: "I want to tie Aemon to the small council, but which position should I give him?"

"The Imperial Council is now fully staffed, so it may be difficult to change people."

Leonor shook his head.

"Yes."

Viserys held his forehead helplessly.

He intended to remove the cautious Tailan.

But Tyran is a political exchange to win over the Lannisters in the West.

Besides, the position of Minister of the Navy is not important enough.

The most important positions among the King's Chamberlain are usually the Hand of the King, the Minister of Justice, and the Minister of Finance.

Needless to say, the former has the power to act on behalf of the king.

The Minister of Justice is a very important person.

To hold this position, one must be a wise person and have a noble family background.

A wise man knows how to sympathize with the lower classes and make the people support their king.

Only by being born into a noble family can one intimidate the nobility and the knight class.

Otherwise, not only will the legal system be clear and bright, but we ourselves will be assimilated.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer is also known as the King's purse.

Even though Lin Man's eyesight is blurry due to his old age, he behaves very well in the meeting before the emperor.

Duty!

This is the most difficult requirement for the Finance Minister.

"Your Majesty, Prince Aemon is too powerful, and there is no suitable seat for him on the royal council."

Leonor was silent.

He thought of the shelved position of Chief of Intelligence.

But to appoint a prince of a province to such a post was a deliberate humiliation.

"What do you think of the regent?"

Viserys looked serious.

Leonor's fat face trembled, and he said hurriedly: "The position of regent is always appointed when there is a new monarch, or when the king is young."

It’s not like there haven’t been regents before.

The stepfather of the Centenary King and the father of the current Duke of Bermond, Duke Rogar Baratheon.

Duke Roga married the widow of Inis I and supported the young centenarian king to ascend the throne.

During his regency, he and the Queen Mother became real powerful officials.

The centenarian king endured for many years before he took back power from the two men.

"Aemon...it shouldn't be that serious."

Viserys stroked his chin, feeling a little unsure.

There is no more suitable position.

"You are in your prime, so it is not appropriate to appoint a regent."

Leonor strongly objected.

(End of this chapter)