Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 181: Dragon King's Treasure, Flash Bomb

"Wildfire?"

It's more than just dangerous goods.

Aemon looked at the so-called pyromancers and asked, "Who do you serve?"

The crowd was restless for a while and elected a bearded monk.

He has a shaved head, a face full of weird tattoos, and a braided brown beard.

The bearded monk didn't dare to look at anyone, and said in a muffled voice: "We once worked for the former Tyrosh Grand Lord, and made secret weapons for him to take back the city-state."

What happens afterwards is not so important.

Halfway through the wildfire, the former Tyrosh Lord was killed by his subordinates who had lost their patience.

This group of pyromancers lost their employer and could not afford to offend the fierce pirates, so they hid in caves and continued to create wildfires.

In order to sell it to other rich people in exchange for money.

"madness!"

Aemon shrugged.

Wildfires are incredibly deadly and can ignite anything until they have ignited everything.

But wildfires themselves are highly volatile.

Even if stored in special wooden barrels, fine sand is laid during transportation to reduce bumps.

The risk is still extremely high.

Not to mention the waves that could arise at any time on the sea, even a horse-drawn carriage could easily explode if it encountered a bumpy road.

A certain king in later generations once did such a stupid thing as long-distance transportation.

After being exploded once, it will become obedient.

"Great Dragon King, please forgive us."

The bearded monk fell to his knees with a thud.

There were a total of sixteen fire mages, all kneeling in a row, following suit.

Aemon said nothing, looking down at him.

He was considering whether there was any need for these guys to stay.

If it can create wildfire, it must be real.

As such, it carries a potential threat.

He can have magic, Targaryens can have dragons, but no one else can.

If wealth is not monopolized, it is not wealth.

"Great Dragon King, we are willing to serve you and create a weapon that will burn everything."

The bearded monk shuddered and immediately expressed his opinion.

Before entering the door, he saw the miserable situation of the pirates on the island.

All their heads were chopped off and hung on spears on the beach.

"What kind of witchcraft do you know?"

Aemon suddenly asked.

The dragonlords of ancient Valyria once employed pyromancers for their own service.

Even let the children in the family learn one or two kinds of witchcraft.

After the Doom, dragons became the only remaining magic in old Valyria.

If we want to restore the glory of old Valyria, we need to absorb the proper nutrients.

"In addition to creating wildfires, I also know a kind of lighting magic."

The bearded monk said hurriedly.

Yimeng's eyes lit up: "Show it to me."

The bearded monk looked embarrassed and hesitated to take any action.

You'll find out after you ask.

With the exception of creating wildfire, most witchcraft spells require items.

"Hurry and get it."

Aemon waved his hand.

He only has the pure bloodline of the Dragon King, and his blood contains fire magic power.

But he doesn't even know how to use magic.

It’s a good time to learn.

Cohen stepped back and quickly ordered two large wooden boxes to be brought in.

Treasure chest style, each one is one meter in diameter.

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment."

The bearded monk rummaged through the boxes and took out two one-foot-long glass candles.

He was muttering something and the glass candle was burning.

"Oh, there's something."

Aemon watched carefully.

Cohen stretched out his hand to stop him, and his bronze armor stood like a barrier in front of His Majesty.

"Haha, don't be so nervous."

Aemon smiled and asked curiously, "What about illumination?"

He had seen glass candles before.

There are two on Dragonstone, and Grand Maester Meros has one as well.

I heard that the only way to graduate from the Citadel's mystic studies is to make a glass candle burn.

puff!
As soon as he finished speaking, the flame of the glass candle suddenly shot up to a foot high.

In an instant, a dazzling white light appeared.

The light is fleeting.

The bearded monk's face turned red and his red robe was soaked with sweat.

"Is this... over?"

Aemon was stunned.

"Yes, your majesty. This is illumination."

The bearded monk panted.

Eamon: ...

He seemed to have encountered a charlatan.

Are you trying to fool people with a flash bomb?

Imon frowned, having reason to suspect that the other party had just used phosphorus.

"Your Majesty, please don't doubt us."

The bearded monk looked sad and said bitterly:
"Since the Doomsday Disaster, the magic power we can use has become increasingly thin. We should be close to the dragon, otherwise even the illumination spell will be ineffective."

In a word.

awful! !

Yimon was speechless, not knowing what to say.

Why should I support a group of you when a candle can solve the problem?

If they were in River Valley Town, they would all be destined to dig coal in Raven Ridge.

"Your Majesty, please give us a chance."

The bearded monk knew that his abilities were limited, so he turned around and searched at the bottom of another box.

Silver kettle, obsidian dagger, rune-engraved bracelet...

Find a bunch of strange and quaint collections.

"These are all magical items we have collected over the years. They may have lost their effects due to the erosion of time, but they are all genuine goods."

The bearded monk offers treasures.

Aemon looked through them, touching each one with his hand.

No sound, no sound...

Eight or nine things in a row did not trigger the [Magic Essence Panel].

Aemon's brow furrowed.

Just when I was about to give up, I heard a panel prompt sound.

"Discover an item containing magic power, gain +10 magic essence."

Aemon perked up.

Finally there is a harvest.

He lowered his head and saw a circular ring in his hand.

The ring was pitch black, with a layer of yellow-brown rust on the surface.

If you don't look carefully, you might think it's a lump of iron.

Aemon rubbed his fingernail against it. The feel was so familiar. "A Valyrian steel ring!"

Beneath the rusty exterior, the material is actually rare Valyrian steel.

"Your Majesty has a keen eye for talent."

A hint of pain flashed across the bearded monk's eyes.

Just then, Aemon caught it and asked, "Do you know the origin of this ring?"

I guess this is the only treasure among this pile of junk.

The bearded monk was in a dilemma for a while, but under the pressure of the Rune Guards beside him, he said tremblingly:

"This is a relic of the Dragon King. It was sealed with a deep curse. We cannot open it."

"The Dragon King's relics!?"

Iamon thought he had heard it wrong.

"Yes, great Dragon King."

The bearded monk changed his address again and sighed: "There is a secret in this ring, but it can only be opened by a specific person."

"Anyone who attempts to break the seal will be cursed horribly."

"What kind of curse?"

Aemon held up the ring and looked at it again and again in disbelief.

Valyrian steel is supposed to never rust.

"It will cause fever."

The bearded monk was very sure and said solemnly, "Some of our people tried to break the seal using magic or blood. Their bodies seemed to be burning, and their internal organs were roasted dry."

"Do you know the specific solution?"

Aemon's attention was drawn entirely to the ring.

The more he looked at the ring, the more it seemed to be meant for him.

There was an inexplicable feeling that he could remove the so-called seal.

"We have a preliminary understanding of the infusion of fire magic and blood sacrifice."

The bearded monk explained them one by one.

According to him, the most intense magic in this world is the scorching fire magic.

The forest has the breath of life, the river has the water element, the Far North has the harsh ice...

Pyromancers and most blood wizards are believers in the magic of fire.

Blood sacrifice is the most primitive and cruel way of performing magic.

The conditions are harsh and not suitable for studying.

"I'm not interested in blood sacrifice. Tell me how to mobilize fire magic."

Yimon interrupted directly, not wanting to hear anything else.

"Yes, great Dragon King."

The bearded monk did not dare to neglect.

He offered another glass candle and tried to teach Aemon meditation.

In his words, meditation is the only way to sense magic.

As soon as Aemon closed his eyes, he immediately felt a faint magical power around him.

He could do it when he was 8 years old.

"How can I absorb the fire magic power into my body and use it for my own benefit?"

Aemon wanted to become a pyromancer and perform fireball magic.

"No no no!"

The bearded monk was startled, like a cat that guessed its tail: "Magic power cannot be absorbed into the body, it belongs to the world, we can only communicate with it."

If you absorb the magic energy into your body, it will explode.

If humans could absorb magic power and store it in their bodies, wouldn’t that mean they would become gods?

"is it?"

Aemon tilted his head in confusion, clearly feeling the fire magic contained in his blood.

"of course."

The bearded monk was absolutely sure.

Aemon closed his mouth as an idea came to his mind.

This is the difference between the Dragon King bloodline and ordinary people!
A person is born with fire magic in his blood, and as he grows older, the purity of his blood improves and his fire magic increases accordingly.

One who can only rely on meditation to perceive magic power and exerts great effort to perform a "tiny spell".

No wonder people call Targaryen the closest being to God.

The bloodline is indeed noble.

After a long pause, Aemon took a deep breath and said, "You teach me how to communicate with magic."

The bearded monk did not dare to hide anything and allowed him to light the glass candle.

If it can ignite, it proves that the communication is successful.

If it doesn’t ignite, keep practicing.

“It’s a really crude and simple method.”

The corners of Yimon's mouth twitched, but he chose to listen to the advice.

Close your eyes and think.

puff! !

The next second, the glass candle burned and the flame shot up a foot high.

This height is comparable to a bearded monk using all his strength to cast the art of illumination.

The bearded monk was shocked!!

"It's just so-so."

Aemon opened his eyes and asked for instructions on how to cast illumination.

It’s not difficult. It’s just a matter of compressing the flame and then exploding it, flashing a moment of light.

"One or two..."

Aemon closed his eyes and counted.

Cohen's pupils suddenly shrank and he quickly closed and covered his eyes.

Swish!
When I counted to three, the glass candle suddenly burst into a dazzling light.

In broad daylight, it actually covered an area of ​​ten meters in radius.

"what!!"

The fire mages were so focused on watching the "miracle" that they screamed in agony due to the strong light.

Several weak people fainted on the spot.

“Haha, I understand!”

Aemon retracted his magical power and smiled happily.

Leaving behind the crying fire mages, he quickly returned to Dragon Blood Castle.

Cohen opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I dodged quickly, otherwise I would have lost both eyes.

……

Aemon returned to Dragon's Blood Castle and closed the door to be alone.

Find a wine glass and throw the ring into it.

Stab it!

He took out the dragon tooth dagger and cut his finger, and bright blood dripped into the cup.

Soon, the glass was half full.

Aemon closed his eyes and thrust his fingers inside.

The fire magic in the blood flows and merges into the ring in strands.

Bo~~
The yellow-brown rust cracked and fell off to the bottom of the cup.

The pitch-black ring began to fade, returning to its original silver-gray color of Valyrian steel, full of charming mystery.

It was not until this moment that the ring revealed its true appearance.

The shape is a giant dragon with its head and tail connected.

The entire ring is silver-gray, the body is relatively thin, the dragon head is close to the dragon tail, and the tiny scales are carved with mysterious Valyrian runes.

The longan is two rice-sized rubies, which are as lifelike as the finishing touch of a painting.

"Space props."

Aemon pinched the dragon-shaped ring and sensed a three cubic meter storage space.

There are a lot of ancient gold coins and some rare minerals that have never been seen before.

And, a pile of books neatly arranged in the corner.

(End of this chapter)