Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 176 Call Me Regent!
In a blink of an eye, Tyroshi's engagement party was held as scheduled.

The day of the banquet.

On the blue sea, the Baratheon family's ship sailed towards the port of Tyrosh.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, a light silver young dragon rushed down from the clouds to escort the ship.

The Duke of Beaumont and his son stood at the bow of the ship.

The ship was getting closer and closer to the port.

boom--

Another scarlet dragon rushed out of the city-state, flapping its broad pale pink wings, and rushed forward quickly and fiercely.

"Hiss!"

Melias let out a long roar, circled around the ship and the young dragon, and flew into the thin clouds in the blink of an eye.

In just a few breaths.

He dived through the clouds and swooped back toward the city-state.

"It's my cousin's dragon."

Boros bent down in fear and looked at the scarlet dragon.

It is fast and flexible, which makes people fascinated.

Driftwood City.

The new territory occupied by the sea snakes consists of three pure white slender towers, one large and two small.

The outer city walls are solid and the inner gardens are exquisite.

It was originally a private manor built by a newly wealthy tycoon. After Tyroshi changed hands, the first batch of people were killed to serve as a warning to others.

The sea serpent claimed that it was the will of the gods, so it changed the name of the city to "Driftwood City" and moved.

In the banquet hall.

The sea snake Collis has a blank expression on his face, maintaining his cold and aloof personality without showing his emotions.

"Collis, long time no see."

The Duke of Beaumont was dressed in a gorgeous yellow suit and had a deep and powerful voice.

"Lord Bermond, thank you for choosing my eldest son. Velaryon will never let you and your family down."

Collis changed his cold attitude and became very polite.

“Lannino is a good kid.”

Beaumond praised sincerely.

He is Rhaenys's uncle. He has watched his niece and her two children grow up. He is definitely someone who can be trusted.

Collis is about the same age as him and is a far-sighted and talented general.

The two powerful companies have joined forces to leave more valuable wealth for future generations.

"Please," Collis invited.

Beaumond nodded and led the team in.

"Brother-in-law, we will be even closer from now on."

Boros followed closely behind, slapped Collis's shoulder with his big hand and squeezed it rudely.

Collis's expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Please come in."

"Haha, thank you very much."

Boros laughed and quickly walked away from the other person.

He is a reckless man, but reckless men have their own little thoughts.

He pinched Collis's shoulder to test the strength of this old man, who was of the same generation as his father.

The answer is far from ideal.

His muscles are firm and solid, and he is definitely not like his father who is just a show-off with a weak core.

"Humph!"

The sea snake snorted coldly.

He felt offended by Boros's impulsiveness and recklessness.

I just hope it's not too stupid.

Otherwise, once Beaumond dies, the glory of the Baratheon family will come to an end.

……

A large cargo ship docked at the port and a team of well-equipped soldiers stepped off.

Earl Cameron took the lead.

His tall and strong figure gives off a very oppressive vibe.

Two flags were erected, one on the left and one on the right.

On the right is the sun and moon quarter flag of House Tarth, and on the left is the dragon and eagle quarter flag of House Targaryen of the Vale.

When someone saw the three-point flag with three red dragons painted on it, they exclaimed:
"The personal banner of Aemon the Dragon Slayer!"

Immediately, it attracted a lot of attention.

The nobles and wealthy businessmen present, including governors of free trade cities, all changed color when they heard the news.

Even a slight frown expresses deep fear.

The titles of Lord of the Vale and Regent never reach across the sea.

But the name of "Dragon Slayer" resounded across the strait after the bloody suppression.

Privately, everyone calls Aemon the Executioner.

"Those are ignorant fellows."

Earl Cameron looked around and snorted in disdain.

If it weren't for the King's suppression, His Majesty would have already arrived at the East Continent.

That's how he imagined it anyway.

the other side.

The gates of Driftwood City were opened to welcome guests from within the city and from abroad.

boom--

A gust of hot wind swept through, and the entire castle was darkened.

I saw a giant bronze dragon flying in the sky. Its huge body was as big as a mountain, and its pair of rock-like brown wings covered half of the inner city.

"Hiss-"

Wormisol was unruly by nature. He roared like thunder and circled around the pure white castle again and again.

Until the guests below screamed in panic and many fled in embarrassment.

Just then, it slowly folded its wings and landed in the lush back garden.

It landed with a loud bang, raising a large cloud of grass and dust.

"It's all for nothing."

Aemon shook his head and stepped down from the dragon's shoulder, which was resting on the ground.

Womisoel's pupils were squinting, and his mouth was grinning, revealing his jagged fangs.

Hypocritical driver!
Aemon glanced at it, and the man and the dragon were secretly competing with each other.

Then one closed his eyes and the other closed his dragon mouth.

Just make do with it.

……

Soon, servants and guards arrived.

Aemon took off his red hood and followed leisurely.

Before coming, he first surveyed the Stone Steps Islands.

Now that he has arrived in Tyrosh, the biggest feeling he has is.

too hot!
From Dorne to the Stepstones, the Kingdom of the Three Women to the Disputed Lands.

They are in tropical desert climate and tropical monsoon climate respectively.

The temperature is high all year round and there is no distinct winter.

Aemon observed the colorful flowers in the garden and touched his smooth neck.

Smoothness means good skin, greasyness means humid air.

Targaryens can tolerate heat, but the air is humid and not very comfortable.

"Except for the Valyrian Peninsula, there is probably no land more suitable for the Dragon King family to take root."

Aemon thought secretly.

Volcanoes, fertile land and a pleasant climate with spring-like weather all year round.

Dragonstone occupies a volcano, and the Vale occupies a fertile land.

Where in Westeros is there a place with spring all year round?
Aemon lowered his eyes and thought of the abundant food-producing lands of the Reach.

The Reach also has winter, but it's much better.

if……

"Cousin, you're here."

Lanino suddenly appeared and greeted enthusiastically.

"Cousin?"

Aemon looked up and saw that he had reached the door to the hall.

It’s easy to get distracted when you think about bad things.

"I thought you wouldn't come." Lannino grabbed his little cousin's arm with a bright smile on his face.

But once I got my hands on it, I found something was wrong.

Looking up, he found that his little cousin was a forehead taller than him.

It was a bit difficult to meet their eyes.

Aemon smiled and silently withdrew his arm.

"Your Highness, welcome to Tyrosh for the banquet."

Collis walked out the door and greeted out of politeness.

"How welcome is that?"

Aemon asked back.

?

Collis frowned immediately, wondering what was wrong with this kid.

Relying on years of cultivation skills, he smiled faintly: "My humble home is filled with glory."

"You are very kind."

Aemon responded with a smile, then turned and said, "Call me Regent."

"As far as I know, you were recently appointed as the Regent."

Collis remained silent.

Aemon smiled and said seriously, "That's also the Regent!"

Collis forced himself to keep smiling, but he was cursing in his heart.

This kid almost couldn't open his eyes because of laughing.

Are you deliberately looking for trouble?

"Prince Regent, please!"

Collis turned his head away, out of sight, out of mind.

"I'll take you. Tell me how you took the valley."

Lannino smoothed things over.

Aemon's smile faded.

"come quickly."

Lanino smiled.

……

The time came to noon.

The engagement party begins.

The traditions of the East Continent are different from those of Westeros, and the shadow of Valyrian traditions can be seen everywhere.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

Haiyan and Melias circled in the air, making sharp cries.

Aemon walked in the hall and saw two giant dragons flying side by side through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

One light silver and the other scarlet, as if they were dancing.

"No Vhagar in sight."

Aemon thought secretly.

Turn around and look around.

This engagement party followed the tradition of Tyrosh. There were no densely packed tables, chairs, and benches. Instead, the empty hall was hung with tapestries and various exhibits.

Most of the guests were foreigners, wearing loose-fitting, gorgeous clothes, and their hair colors and hairstyles were all strange.

Lanino is not here.

To comfort his little fiancée who was scared to tears by a Shamatte-like Tyroshi noble.

My ears are much quieter.

dong dong!

The ringing of the bell indicated that the ceremony was officially underway.

People flowed towards the center of the hall, with long tables and low stools on both sides filled with delicious delicacies.

Aemon saw Lanino waving at him from afar.

"Here, cousin."

Lannino sat on a low stool, holding the little black-haired girl with red eyes in his arms.

He looks only 5 or 6 years old.

Aemon clicked his tongue and gave his cousin a look of suspicion.

This is too much punishment!
Even if it were placed in the continent of Westeros, it would also be castrated by the Church of the Seven.

"Don't look at me like that. I was forced into this."

Lanino's face fell.

"I know."

Eamonn was just joking.

You don't like the ones without handles at all.

"thank you."

Lanino was very touched and introduced him to his young fiancée: "Cassandra, you should call this cousin."

"Cousin~"

Cassandra was only 5 years old and huddled timidly in her fiancé's arms.

The unfamiliar environment made her feel uneasy.

"You're treating this like a fiancé, but you're clearly a child husband."

Aemon shook his head and laughed.

Lanino smiled bitterly and introduced his young fiancée to Yimon.

It can be seen that he still enjoys the feeling of being a male mother.

After all, a little fiancée cannot control his private life for ten years.

I'm already very lucky.

"We can't meet empty-handed for the first time."

Aemon rubbed the dark-haired girl's head and rummaged in his cloak.

Under Cassandra's wary gaze, he took out a small red fruit.

"This is?"

Lanino was surprised.

"Good stuff, specially supplied to the royal family."

Aemon smiled mysteriously.

Among the spiritual plants that the golden-nosed rat collected on Tasmania, there were no more than three red berries.

Not much use.

Eating it can calm the mind, help sleep and improve immunity.

"Thank you, cousin."

Lannino thanked him solemnly and fed the food to his confused little fiancée.

He heard from his sister that his cousin had something good in his pocket.

Although I don’t know what “good stuff” is, didn’t I just mention good stuff?

"polite."

Aemon waved and sat down at the next table.

Over the years, the royal territory and the valley have been plundered by one man and one rat, and the spiritual plants harvested are pitifully few.

However, some family members still eat one occasionally.

When I have time to travel around the mainland in the future, I can go and search everywhere.

Lanino smiled innocently.

I saw my little cousin sitting behind another table and felt embarrassed to move over.

Because Cassandra is too young, it is not possible to hold a complicated engagement ceremony.

But when it was time to go through the formalities, Lannino still took her on stage.

Hearing the melodious music played by the musician, Imon finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really a little intimidated by this overly enthusiastic cousin and brother-in-law.

The cunning Nan Tong!
"Your Majesty, I have long heard of your great name."

Just as it was quiet, a barefoot noble dressed in Myrish clothes came over.

It seems that his status is not low.

As he sat in the seat next to him, Aemon frowned slightly.

There was a pungent, rich spice smell.

Seeing this, the other party smiled and introduced himself: "My name is Gerald Old, Governor of Mill."

As he spoke, his purple-dyed beard trembled.

(End of this chapter)