Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 177 Lannar's Big Pie
Aemon put his hand under his nose and said in disgust, "How many governors does Myr have?"

Very straightforward.

Jello's mouth twitched as he replied, "There were eleven governors who participated in the Three Cities Alliance, but now there are only nine left."

Three were absent.

Aemon thought about it and suddenly realized.

The three Myr governors who were crippled in King's Landing seemed to have been annexed from within.

"Are you looking for me?"

Aemon asked.

As he spoke, he moved to the side.

The smell is too strong and he can't stand it.

Jello's face turned black, and he endured the humiliation and said, "Your Majesty the Regent..."

He was interrupted by a wave of hand when he was halfway through his speech.

"Prince Regent or Your Majesty, the common language is not that difficult."

Aemon spoke in High Valyrian.

Jello was startled and stammered, "I, I want to ask you to be my friend."

Spoken High Valyrian, but clearly not fluently.

The last half of the sentence could no longer be considered High Valyrian.

Aemon chuckled.

Damn Lord Governor of Myr, his accent is regular Valyrian mixed with rough words.

They were either country landlords or Tyroshi mercenaries.

"Regent, are you mocking the self-made Jello?"

Jello was furious.

His birth had always been a pain for him, as he was not as noble as those true Myr nobles.

But not all of the Mill governors were pure aristocrats; most of them were wealthy mercenaries of humble origins.

Being suddenly laughed at by others, my self-esteem was severely damaged.

"Correct!"

Aemon said calmly.

"what?"

Gerold froze, thinking he had misheard the High Valyrian word.

Aemon repeated in the Common Tongue: "Yes, you are not worthy to sit at my table."

Naked, close-fitting taunting.

Jello pulled out the dagger from his waist and stood up: "Damn it, you..."

boom!
Before he could speak angrily, a big hand pressed his head on the table.

In an instant, the whole person fell to the ground in a mess.

"I said you don't deserve it, so listen carefully."

Aemon easily captured him, broke one of his wrists, and disarmed the dagger that was stabbing at his thigh.

Bang!

The dagger pierced the table and pierced through the waxy yellow palm.

"what!!"

One of his hands was broken and the other was nailed to the table, and Jello screamed in pain.

Never imagined.

He was crippled before he even had a chance to meet him.

"If you go back like this, will Myr be one less governor?"

Aemon rubbed salt into the wound.

Jello's face turned pale instantly and he even forgot to struggle.

"Then you are worthless."

Aemon shook his head and casually dropped his hand.

A Governor of Mill who only knows how to curry favor with others does not deserve human rights from him.

In his mind, such people are always at the bottom of the food chain.

The sound immediately alarmed the whole audience.

"what happened!?"

Collis, with a sullen face, pushed through the crowd and came over.

Who dares to crash his eldest son's engagement party?

When they met, Imon looked embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, he's drunk."

Imon grabbed Jello's purple curly hair and picked him up without any psychological burden.

The East Continent also has similar guest etiquette.

But it’s not that strict. As long as no one is killed, there is no restriction on guests fighting each other.

"Your Majesty, leave it to me."

Count Cameron appeared from nowhere and took over Jello, who was groaning in pain.

Collis glanced at him, exuding a powerful authority.

This person is also an old friend, and he actually betrayed the feudal lord and stood on the side of the royal family.

Among the crowd, Duke Beaumond noticed this scene.

He frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Several Myr governors who were traveling with them dared not say anything and glared at the calm Aemon.

"Lord Corliss, I'm sorry to disturb you."

Aemon wiped his hands and kept smiling kindly.

Those who don’t know him well may think he is a gentle and humble boy.

"Humph, I don't want it to happen again."

Collis didn't give a good look and left with a wave of his sleeves.

In the entire aristocratic circle, everyone knows that Damon and his son are notorious troublemakers.

There is a dragon, and no one dares to mess with it.

Especially Aemon, who has a dragon and a fiefdom, has become a symbol of being untouchable.

"Valerion is weak."

Aemon grumbled to himself.

In the past, the sea snakes would have occupied Tyrosh and their power would have expanded unprecedentedly.

Faced with provocation, he should have been ordered to be driven away.

I want to preserve my strength.

The incident was over and the banquet continued.

the only difference.

Aemon sat alone at a table, not even daring to sit at the tables to his left and right.

There was singing and dancing at the banquet, and no one dared to make a sound.

"That's an ugly dance."

Aemon sat on the carpet, munching on a red berry.

His goal is to capture a free trade city-state.

The prerequisite is to control the Stone Steps Islands and fight against the three women in the country. Both conditions are indispensable.

He would not take any major action until the former Grand Lord of Tyrosh sent troops.

So full.

He was the only one who caused trouble for the Governor of the Three Women's Kingdom, and no one else had the right to curry favor with him.

A group of parasites who engage in smuggling, robbery, slavery, and exploiting the lower-class people to death.

Killing someone is considered a good deed.

Once the banquet is over, they will all be his targets for blackmail.

No one can run away.

Aemon was doing nothing when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a slim figure out of the corner of his eye.

The silver-gold wavy hair reaches the waist, the slender waist is so slender that it can be held in one hand, and the exposed white skin is as white as cream.

A satin aqua blue fishtail skirt outlines her curvy figure, making her look dignified and decent.

Standing in the crowd, he exudes a noble aura.

"Lanael!"

Aemon uttered a sigh.

Hearing the voice, Lannar looked back and walked towards her gracefully.

"I just got here and I heard that there was trouble."

Lannar tilted her head, as if she was struggling with what to do with him.

"Here, the last one."

Imon didn't respond, and took out the red cranberries. Lanaer laughed and sat down beside him, ordering, "Feed me."

"Ah~~"

Aemon did as he was told, and the red berries were delivered into the rosy little mouth.

Lannar stared at him and chewed slowly in several portions.

When Wormithor came, she knew Aemon was coming.

But when he heard earlier that Aemon and Rhaenyra were engaged early, he felt very angry.

No matter how generous a woman is, she is still a woman after all.

"When the war is over, we will get engaged."

Imondo was clever and flattered: "Whether it's Chaotou Island or River Valley Town, I'll listen to you."

As he said this, he wiped the juice from the corner of her mouth.

Lannar crossed her arms and smiled.

Aemon looked calm and showed no sign of fear.

"There's really nothing I can do about you."

Lanar sighed and said, "Be respectful to my father. No matter how cold Lady Rhea was to me, I never complained."

"I didn't ask you to respect my father."

Eamon felt aggrieved.

Everyone is targeting each other's dad, how fair is that.

"Aemon!"

Lannar said in an unhappy voice and raised her willow-shaped eyebrows.

"I try my best."

Aemon sighed, seemingly losing all his strength and means.

Lanar would not be misled by his pretending to be pitiful, and said, "It's time for us to talk about something serious."

"You said."

Aemon got serious.

After not seeing each other for several months, Lannar is not a nosy person, so she must have something to talk about.

"Jian Dan, when will you marry me?"

Lanar stared at him, not at all shy. "You and Rhaenyra caught me off guard. You must give me a clear message."

"Next year on my name day."

Eamon said immediately.

He really owed Lannar this, because it was difficult for her to put aside her prejudices and take the initiative to talk to him.

"it is good!"

Laenaer said frankly, "One of Tidemark and Tyrosh will be my dowry. This is better than Rhaenyra's."

"Will the sea snake agree?"

Aemon was stunned. This was really unexpected.

Lanar's eyes sparkled and he smiled, "Vhagar deserves the greatest credit for the capture of Tyrosh. I deserve it."

She is very confident.

Rhaenyra will sit on the Iron Throne in the future, and Jeyne Arryn, who shows up halfway, will take up a valley.

She didn't care about the latter.

She knew Eamon's character very well.

A woman who is not of Targaryen blood cannot be moved by true love.

Rhaenyra posed the greatest threat.

But she disdains to engage in stupid things like palace fighting and vying for favor.

Belittle yourself and become a man's accessory.

She is a dragon rider.

The almighty dragon rider!
Control Vhagar, the largest and oldest dragon in the world, and one of the three founding dragons.

If Yimon is willing, he will naturally stay with her.

Be it Tidehead Island or Tyrosh.

It's just that she has paid something, and this is the right her family should give her.

It must be said that Aemon was intimidated by her.

Beneath her gentle and pleasant appearance, her arrogance, which was no less than that of other people, was finally exposed.

"Don't you want to eat my free meal?"

Lanar narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a malicious look.

"My mother told me since I was little that I have a bad stomach and need to eat soft food."

Aemon chuckled, he liked the other person no matter how he looked at him.

Lanar stretched out a white finger and lifted his chin: "If you eat my soft rice, you have to serve me well."

"do not worry."

Aemon patted his chest.

"Let's talk about it tonight. Let's talk about something else."

A gorgeous blush flashed across Lannar's face, and she had something important to say.

Aemon sat up straight.

"Damon might come."

Lannar said something shocking.

Aemon frowned. "What on earth did he intend to do by losing the Stepstones?"

"I don't know. You'll have to dig for yourself."

Lanar got down to business: "Whether he comes today or not, you must not be impulsive."

Aemon said nothing.

It is difficult for him to guarantee that he will not take action against Damon, who has no bottom line.

"You are his blood, and he is your backup."

Lanar warned from a unique perspective: "With him here, everything you have done seems insignificant."

Because there is a worse existence.

Aemon understood.

"The queen's children are growing up day by day. It is inevitable that they will compete with Rhaenyra for the throne in the future."

Lanar said seriously, "It's hard for you, me, and my father to not get involved."

"Damon is alive, and the family has more strength."

"By checking each other, the situation can become more complicated."

As long as Damon is alive, he must, for the sake of his bloodline, ensure that his family does not fall into decline.

Aemon sneered.

Damon had failed him, and the bond between father and son was severed.

Lanar had no choice but to use her trump card: "Internal fighting can easily turn into bloodshed. You can't start this bad thing."

Kill Damon, especially the fratricide between father and son.

Wait until the black and green fight, and even the next generation of family competition.

All will follow a bloody and cruel method.

Yimon frowned and said perfunctorily, "I understand."

"Really?"

Lanar was suspicious.

"Yeah." Aemon nodded heavily.

At worst, don’t kill.

We should keep to ourselves and never have any contact with each other until we die.

"That's good. I can use my energy elsewhere."

Lanaer smiled.

Aemon heard the ambiguity in the words and glanced at the other man's hidden bear.

"I said it was evening."

Lanar covered her chest and glared at him. "Wait until the war in Tyrosh begins and you capture the Stepstones. Then I will help you take Myr or Lys."

Aemon looked odd.

Paint a big pie for yourself?
Isn't this a skill he has had since childhood?

"The internal fighting among the three daughters is very serious and much more cruel than it appears."

Lannar was afraid that he would not believe it, so she gave several examples.

Aemon propped his chin up on his hand.

He is indeed a person who rolled out of bed.

The ideas coincide.

(End of this chapter)