Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 184 [Secret Treasure: Firefly Fruit]

Stone Steps Islands.

Aemon had nothing to do, so he ordered someone to bring in a forge and spent his time forging iron.

Ding dong! Ding dong!
Sparks flew and the sound of forging continued.

Soon, a set of emerald armor engraved with runes came out.

"Come and try it on to see if it fits you."

Without even turning his head, Aemon wiped his hands gently with a wet towel.

Looking down, I saw an irregular crystal stone lying on the chopping board, which was as red as blood.

It was clearly burned at high temperature, but there was no change.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

William's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to change his armor.

Rune Armor is the standard armor of the Rune Guard.

Each one was forged by Aemon himself, signifying the bestowal of power.

William put on his rune armor, knelt on one knee and took the oath.

Aemon accepted it calmly and said with a smile: "Go, your Iron Guard brothers are waiting for you outside."

"Yes!"

William's eyes were firm and he retreated solemnly.

As the first brother of the same clan to follow His Majesty, my feelings at this moment are indescribable.

When he left, Aemon put away the "Lady of the Loneliness" in response to his oath.

He turned around and continued to study the red crystal.

This thing was found by the space ring, buried in a hill-like pile of ore.

The reason why I found it.

Because the red crystal contains fire magic, it triggers the [Magic Essence Panel] and obtains 1 point of magic essence.

There are several similar minerals, but they are extremely rare.

There are relatively more red crystals, about a dozen or so.

Yimon's eyes flickered as he speculated, "Could this ore be the hard currency of the Dragon King family?"

Old Valyria was a slave society.

Countless slaves were locked up in the dark Fourteen Fire Peaks Mine, mining day and night.

What are you digging?
There is definitely no gold, silver, copper or iron under the volcano, and obsidian is not valuable.

Eighty percent of it is a special mineral called red crystal.

"I'm not a pyromancer, so I don't know how to make magic items. What a pity."

Aemon frowned.

He has more than a dozen fire mages imprisoned under his command, all of whom are useless and have no skills at all.

The thought of this made Aemon even angrier.

But the magic is too advanced.

Pick up the red crystal and compare it with the bronze bell produced by the bronze sacred tree.

There is a little gap.

The bronze sacred tree absorbs faith. With tens of thousands of people in Hegu Town, it only takes a year or two to produce a bronze bell.

There are not enough materials, and even seven Rune Guards cannot be gathered together.

Although red crystals are rare, they are equivalent to mithril beans.

……Um
It is probably not as good as Mithril Beans.

Judging from the amount of magic essence produced, it is almost equivalent to a spiritual plant.

Spiritual ore?
Aemon knew what was going on, and murmured, "Anything that can be mass-produced is not worth much."

With a wave of his right hand, he put it into the space ring.

After all, it is a spiritual ore. If you find the skill to use it, you can forge it into a weapon similar to the "Light of the Kingdom".

Aemon packed up and headed outside.

"Your Majesty, a letter from the King."

As soon as I went out, Cohen, who was guarding the door, delivered a letter.

Ravens deliver messages.

Iamon was stunned for a moment.

Uncle, what does he want to talk to me about?
I took the letter and looked at it, then I burst out laughing.

Remind yourself to kill less pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom, not to take prisoners as slaves, etc...

"Your Majesty, are you going to obey the king's words?"

Cohen hesitated.

"What do you say?"

Aemon glanced at him and slapped the letter onto his breastplate.

I've been honing my dragon-riding skills lately, and the pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom near the Stone Steps Islands have been in a lot of trouble.

It's almost cleaned up.

The few fish that managed to escape the net also ran away far away.

"Write back for me and tell me I know."

Aemon shook his head and walked away.

Occupy the valley and obey orders but not declarations.

Betrothed to Dragonstone, serving as regent.

After going through the whole process, he got the benefits and was still a vassal of the Iron Throne in name.

My uncle is good in every way except that he has a weird personality.

He is very doting on his family members, yet unwilling to let go.

"I now have the Valley and the Stepstones, and with the loyalty of Tas Island, my power is growing."

“Powers collide.”

As Aemon walked and thought, a sentence popped into his mind.

"A real man is born between heaven and earth. How can he be depressed and inferior to others for long?"

Aemon's mouth twitched and he raised his hands to cover his face.

This is not my adoptive father, but my dear uncle.

"If we can take Myr, our power will extend to the other side of the Strait, and then we can think about truly breaking away from the jurisdiction of the Iron Throne."

Aemon's thoughts were clear.

The family became more and more powerful, and the territory became larger and larger.

Whether it is the uncle’s patriarchal mentality or the core issue of inheritance in the family.

That is, let the Targaryens follow the Andal tradition, where the eldest son takes all and the rest of the heirs eat ashes.

Both of these are ways to bring disaster.

My uncle only saw the brotherhood and respect among the older generation during my great-grandfather's time.

But he didn't learn the lesson of Maegor's usurpation of the throne.

It is even more unclear why Damon and he have become estranged.

We are all of true dragon bloodline and supreme dragon riders.

Just because of birth order.

Without his own fiefdom, he stayed in King's Landing and was at the mercy of others. Whether he lived a good life or not depended entirely on the quality of his relationship.

Why?
It would be strange if there was no infighting.

The previous generations of kings in the family did not set aside any survival guarantee for the second son.

Once a family has too many members and too many dragons, it will immediately become unstable internally.

There is nothing wrong with expanding outward and pointing the finger at outsiders.

He and the sea serpent Daemon did the same.

However, we still have to negotiate with the Iron Throne to find a new way to coexist.

Otherwise, trouble will arise sooner or later.

"I wonder how Lannar is doing?"

Aemon's thoughts turned to the Battle of Tyrosh.

The Myr people have been hiding their true intentions, and waiting any longer is no solution.

"We still have to be more proactive and give the Myr people some strength."

Aemon thought.

……

the next day.

A sailing ship broke through the blockade of the Tyrosh Sea and sailed into the port of the city-state.

Aemon was wearing a red cloak, his long silver-gold hair falling down the hood onto his chest.

Behind him followed two rune guards wearing black robes and acting as personal guards.

"The battle was fierce."

Eamon looked around.

There were more than a dozen warships anchored in the port, all of which had suffered varying degrees of damage, and a large number of sailors and shipbuilders were working to repair them.

Apart from that, there were no other ships or people to be seen.

boom--

Suddenly, a whistling sound came from the sky.

"It's a dragon!"

"It's Vhagar, Lady Lanaar's dragon."

"..."

The shipwrights were already used to discussing the dragon among themselves.

This is not a war between Velaryon and the Iron Throne, the dragons that appear are all our own.

So don’t be afraid!
Aemon looked up.

A giant dark green dragon was flying a thousand meters in the sky. Even from such a distance, its huge size was still very noticeable.

There seemed to be more holes on the pair of broad goose yellow wings.

Ancient, weathered, powerful.

"Roar——"

Vhagar roared in a low voice and flew to the Driftwood City in the center of the city-state.

Seeing this, Aemon quickened his pace.

……

When they arrived at Driftwood City, servants came out to greet them.

"Where's Lord Collis?"

Upon asking, I found out that the sea snake was in a meeting and couldn't get away.

Aunt Renis and Lannino are in charge of patrolling the sea and protecting the fleet, so they are not here.

Lannar had just returned and was bathing and changing.

"Go down, I'll be by myself for a while."

Aemon waved his hand.

The servants served wine and cakes and withdrew respectfully.

They still knew about the son-in-law of the House of Velaryon.

Waited for a while.

Aemon brought up the card panel.

A vast white mist filled the air, and three illusory cards were suspended.

Bobobobo~~
After three consecutive pokes, the cards turned from virtual to real and flipped over one after another.

Two green cards, not very useful.

The last blue card caught Aemon's attention.

[Fire Peak Atlas]: "Records the various types of mineral veins under the volcano." Price: 320 Essence.

"Just in time."

Aemon's eyes lit up.

Bo~~
With a poke of the finger, the card turned into a light blue light, floating into a wisp and falling on the fingertips.

In a flash, a thick and exquisite book fell.

Aemon caught it steadily and took the time to glance at the total number of magic essence.

At the bottom of the panel, next to the golden hourglass: [Essence Quantity: 3630]

After months of accumulation, he became very rich.

"Read a book, read a book."

Aemon turned the pages and read carefully.

A quarter of an hour later.

Aemon leaned back in his chair, frowning in confusion.

After reading through more than half of the Huofeng Atlas, I finally found the record of the red crystal.

It is a natural wonder called "fire ore".

Contains fire magic, and has many uses.

A fist-sized piece of fire ore can be exchanged for a small riverside village in the Land of Long Summer.

But mining is very difficult.

Fire ore only exists deep in volcanoes and is often guarded by fire dragon insects.

Fire dragon worm is also known as dragon maggot.

Many mining slaves died from the poisonous fire spewed by fire dragon insects.

"Wash it with blood, and the fire ore will melt."

Aemon couldn't help but click his tongue.

Fortunately, I found a way to use it.

Aemon closed the atlas and felt that he was getting further and further away on the road of becoming a blacksmith.

Suddenly, there was a noise on the stairs behind me.

Aemon's ears twitched slightly and he turned his head when he heard the sound.

"Aemon, you're really here!"

Lannar smiled brightly and walked down the stairs in her high heels.

She was wearing a long white dress, and her waist-length silver-gold curly hair was wet and loose.

It's obvious that she just came out of the bath.

Collis followed at a leisurely pace, expressionless.

Seems very reluctant.

"Why did you come?"

Seeing his daughter's gentle concern for him, Collis spoke in a very stiff tone.

Aemon didn't care.

If the old husband doesn't like his son-in-law, then he can just dislike him.

Be careful.

"I'm here to help."

Aemon spoke righteously.

"You would be so kind?"

Collis looked at him with disdain and total disbelief.

"Another dragon on the battlefield will relieve a lot of pressure on my aunt and the others."

Aemon speaks the truth.

Collis was silent.

The two were finally able to talk calmly.

Aemon told the truth.

The Myrs are too cowardly, we need to add some fuel to the fire to burn them out.

He rode Vermithor into the battle, cooperating with Aunt Rhaenys and the others to drive out the Tyroshi mercenaries and rush to the Myr Sea.

The Tyroshi mercenaries have no way to retreat and are bound to clash with Myr.

The two sides started fighting and the war was diverted.

Both Aemon and the sea serpents would benefit.

After a long silence, Collis' eyes looked deep and he said, "You can give it a try."

Aemon smiled faintly and pulled Lanael upstairs to rest.

Lannar was very tired and yawned as she listened.

The war is approaching, so we need to take good care of our spirits.

……

half a month later.

boom!
The flaming log was thrown out and hit the opposing warship with great destructive force.

The sailors grabbed the iron chains and jumped onto the enemy's deck to fight.

"Dragon Flame!!"

Lannino was dressed in silver-gray armor and shouted excitedly.

"Hiss!"

Haiyan is as warlike as its driver. It glides low over the sea water, turns its head and spews dragon flames to sweep across enemy ships.

"Lannino, don't fight!"

Rhaenys rode by on Melias and shouted a warning.

This is the waters of Tyroshi, and also the crucial battle to expel the Tyroshi mercenaries from the country.

Dozens of miles away.

On the blue sea, more than a dozen ships were burning with fire and black smoke rising into the sky.

"Roar——"

Vhagar spread his wings and flew overhead.

There is a stone island below.

"Hiss-"

Womisol slowly climbed out, his bronze-bright pupils looking up into the sky, roaring unwillingly to be outdone.

"Hold on, Vermithor."

Aemon patted the dragon's back, signaling it not to move.

With the cooperation of the fleet of House Velaryon, Vhagar alone can crush the remnant troops.

"Roar!"

Womisol shook his head in dissatisfaction.

As if to say, why don't you let me go up.

Aemon smiled, rubbing his palm across the thick scales.

He was teaching Lannar the fourteen ancient dragon-taming techniques.

Complete the test and learn the full version of the binding spell.

Binding spells are valuable, but there's no need to hoard them.

Just follow the rules of old Valyria.

"It seems like the good times for the Myr people are coming to an end."

Looking at the fleet fleeing on the sea, Aemon grinned evilly.

The four dragon riders worked together.

The Tyroshi mercenaries had nowhere to hide and could only run around like headless flies.

As for the resistance by numbers?

Do not be silly.

The Tyroshi mercenaries and even the pirates from the Three Kingdoms of Women are best at hiding and sneak attacks.

Attack suddenly and then hide after the attack.

If they had confronted them head on, they would have been wiped out long ago.

Aemon observed for a while and called up the card panel.

In the white mist, three illusory cards were suspended.

Capture the Stepstones and drive out the Tyroshi mercenaries.

Having accomplished two major things, it’s time to release some high-quality cards.

Bobobobo~~
With a tap of the fingertips, the three cards reveal their true appearance.

1. [Firefly Fruit]: "After taking it, it strengthens fire magic, and there is a slight chance of benign mutation."

2. [Unmoving Compass]: "Not affected by magnetic fields, always points south."

3. [Sea Hammer]: "The ultimate magic of the children of the forest, capable of changing continental plates."

One is azure blue, one is light blue, and one is bright gold that shines like the sun.

The prices are: 800, 250, 10000
Aemon's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Golden Legend!"

Put your face close and take a closer look at the third picture [Hammer of Sea Water].

This kind of magic that is comparable to the falling of a meteorite can actually be performed.

Grand Magister Aemon?

"Ah! I can't afford it!"

Aemon howled in grief.

Ten thousand points of magic essence, even if you sell the freeloader Gray Shadow you can't afford it.

The Children of the Forest used the [Hammer of the Sea] to smash the Arm of Dorne, forming the current Stepstones.

The Neck Marsh was also transformed from a forest into a swamp under the vibration of the [Hammer of Sea Water].

One card can destroy a city.

"Pain! It hurts too much!"

Aemon covered his heart, feeling powerless because of poverty for the first time in his life.

He is not rich at all.

He rubbed his face and moved his eyes to the first picture of [Firefly Fruit].

Bo~~
I took a look at the introduction and exchanged it instantly.

Let’s look at the second picture [Standstill Compass].

Bo~~
Without further ado, exchange directly.

I can’t afford the [Hammer of Seawater], let alone a mere blue card.

His Royal Highness is heartbroken and engages in sensible revenge spending.

At the bottom of the panel, next to the golden hourglass: [Essence Quantity: 2690]

After half a month, the amount of essence has increased slightly.

After exchanging two cards, the price was greatly reduced.

The next second, two strands of azure and light blue light halos emerged and landed on the left and right hands respectively.

Aemon looked closely.

There is a compass in the left hand and a fiery red fruit in the right hand.

The compass is made of special metal and its surface is so smooth that you can't tell what it is made of.

The fruit is long and twisted like a snake, coiled into a ball.

The whole body is bright red and covered with scaly peel.

Take a look at it, it seems to have life.

"Roar!"

Womisol's pupils flashed, his thick and long neck turned, and all the scales on his body tightened.

(End of this chapter)