Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 188: Land of Long Summer
Aemon listened carefully.

Judging from the description, she is not just an ordinary mistress.

Lannino found someone to talk to and poured out his heart out.

He knew his father's mistress.

A young girl named Martha, nicknamed "Mouse".

She was of humble origins, the daughter of a shipwright from the town of Hull on Chaotou Island.

The old shipwright was highly respected and often accompanied the fleet of House Velaryon.

But he was not silver-gold, and he had no Valyrian blood.

Since Martha lost her mother at a young age, her silver-blonde hair color may have been inherited from her mother.

Aemon suddenly realized.

After hearing what he said, some questions for future generations can be answered.

Adam and Erin, two recognized illegitimate children.

During the Dance of the Dragons, the sea serpents said that the two illegitimate children were Lanino's son and his grandson.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see it.

Lanino does not have the ability to make a woman pregnant.

Of these two illegitimate children, the biggest suspect is Sea Snake’s own illegitimate child.

Then the problem is coming.

If he was the illegitimate son of a sea serpent, why was Adam able to tame the ownerless sea smoke and become the beneficiary of "bloody sowing"?
Answer: The sea serpent found a woman of Targaryen descent.

According to Lannino, Martha is the same age as Rainier, and is 19 years old this year.

Her mother is about 40 years old and was born before 80 AC.

He is the same age as Uncle Viserys and Daemon.

Excluding her great-grandfather Jaehaerys, she is most likely the illegitimate daughter of Prince Aemon of Dragonstone or her grandfather Baelon.

"Most likely Aemon's."

Aemon muttered.

Grandfather Berlon's character is obvious to all, and he has remained chaste since his grandmother Alessa passed away.

This means that Marda "Mouse" is most likely the granddaughter of Prince Aemon of Dragonstone and the niece of Aunt Rhaenys.

"Collis, you deserve to die!"

Eamon bared his teeth.

It's more than just the old cow eating the young grass.

With the cunning and sophistication of Sea Snake, it is impossible that he does not know the background of his mistress Martha.

He did it on purpose!

"Cousin, what did you just say?"

Lanino didn't hear clearly.

"No, that's it."

Aemon shook his head.

To be fair, he understood the sea serpent's approach.

Not to mention the young girl's fair skin and beauty, which gave him the psychological satisfaction of looking younger himself.

Simply raising two illegitimate children with dragon blood is an understandable backup measure.

Lannar married someone else, and Lanino stayed away from women.

If he doesn't have a pair of illegitimate children, who will inherit the huge fortune of Chaotou Island?
This is not the original world. There are three illegitimate children, Strong, to take over.

What's more, the prerequisite for the illegitimate son Strong to take over is to marry his granddaughters Benilla and Rhaena.

After all these operations, the descendants still have the blood of Valaryon.

Save the country by taking a detour!

Lannino didn't know the twists and turns, and simply said, "Oh."

"Look away."

Aemon patted his cousin and brother-in-law on the shoulder in sympathy.

You really can't blame your dad.

I gave you a chance, but you didn’t use it.

"Cousin, let's go first."

Lannino quickly adjusted his mood.

It was not news that aristocrats had mistresses; he just felt unfair for his mother.

For the sake of family harmony, it’s better not to say anything.

"Good job, you didn't lose face!"

Aemon gave a thumbs up.

……

Taking advantage of the slight drop in temperature in the afternoon, the two men set off on their dragons.

This time they didn't wait for the fleet and headed straight for Slave Bay.

The reason for waiting before was to guard against encountering wandering pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom along the way.

In addition, the fleet will also conduct business when it arrives in Volantis.

The Velaryon family mainly sells and orders a batch of goods at the same time.

Imon is also selling.

All the sundries and the leftovers from the sea snakes were cleared out from the ships and exchanged for gold to purchase the Unsullied.

Thousands of pirate captives from the Three Women's Kingdom were also sold as part of the sale.

Volantis is doomed.

Only a few hundred people were bought and five thousand gold royals were paid.

A pirate from the Three Women's Kingdom was sold for only 10 gold dragons.

So shameless!
We still have to go to the international slave metropolis, Slave Bay, and give it a try.

Time flies by.

Dusk.

Womisol rushed down from the clouds, below him was the vast ocean, and in the distance was a mysterious sea shrouded in thick smoke.

"Stop, Wormithor!"

Aemon looked puzzled.

He knew where that was.

The ancestral land of the Targaryens and the homeland of the Valyrians.

The Valyrian Peninsula, now the Sea of ​​Smoke.

"Hiss!"

Haiyan caught up and cried out in protest at Yanhai.

"Cousin, I can't go then."

Lannino calmed Haiyan down and gave her a serious reminder.

"I know," Aemon said softly.

It was the first time for him to see his former ancestral land and he wanted to take a closer look at what it looked like.

The former Valyrian Peninsula had the most unique fourteen fire peaks in the world.

At its peak, it supported thousands of dragons.

It's nothing like the barren Dragonstone, which can't even accommodate the Targaryen family.

Lannino jumped up and down on Haiyan and said with difficulty: "My sister and I came here once. There are still people living in Changxia Land, and some places can still maintain their former splendor."

"Didn't Lanar tell me?"

Aemon looked confused.

Lanino scratched his head and chuckled: "She said you are a busy little brat who doesn't know how to enjoy life."

His sister is very adventurous.

The two sneaked through Qohor, the Dothraki Grass Sea, and even the southern continent of Sothoryos.

In recent years, I have been pretending to be a lady.

"unacceptable."

Aemon stared with dead eyes.

He has never been far away from home and is like a country boy.

"Don't be angry."

Lanino said shyly, "When you come of age and marry your sister, we can go to see the Summer Islands together, or Yi Ti and Ashai in the far east."

Anyway, they have dragons, so they can go anywhere.

I heard that the further east you go, the more bizarre the rumors about wizards and the like become.

"We'll talk about it when we have time."

Eamon laughed.

It's impossible to take you with me.

Like a big light bulb, and a light bulb that likes to go through the back door.

"it is good."

Lannino was an honest child and agreed happily.

"Hiss!"

The sea smoke was restless, urging the driver to leave this place.

Aemon was surprised.

He glanced at Womisol who was hovering in the air, as calm as an old monk in meditation.

Dragons of different ages have different instincts to seek benefits and avoid harm.

Haiyan was far away and everyone was very resistant to the sea of ​​smoke.

Womisol was not afraid, but he had no intention of getting close to the sea of ​​smoke.

Aemon thought for a moment and suggested, "You've been to the Land of Long Summer. Can you take me there?"

The Land of Long Summer and the Valyrian Peninsula were originally one, but due to historical reasons, their cultures are different.

The Forty Dragon Kings family made their fortune on the Valyrian Peninsula and were formerly shepherds of the peninsula.

There is no native Dragon King family in the land of Changxia. Originally, there was a group of landlords who owned land.

If you have fertile land, your life will naturally be prosperous.

Looks down on the peninsula shepherds who are also Valyrians.

After the rise of the Dragon King family, these landlords all surrendered to them.

With the development of society, in order to ensure productivity.

The three core elements that formed Old Valyria were the House of the Dragon King, the Nobility of the Land of Long Summer, and the Houses of the Sea.

After the Doom, the Valyrian Peninsula was reduced to a sea of ​​smoke.

There are submarine volcanoes and toxic smoke everywhere that could erupt at any time, and no one can get out alive.

The land of Changxia is far away, so the land mass is not greatly affected.

But the underground river water is mostly broken.

As a result, half of the fertile land became barren, and the other half dried up and lacked water.

Gradually, the Valyrians who survived left their homeland one after another.

This has led to the current embarrassing situation where there are Valyrians all over the world, but Valyrians have no hometown.

But as long as you don't get close to the sea of ​​smoke, Changxia will definitely be safe.

Therefore, Lannino agreed without thinking.

"set off!"

Aemon was in high spirits.

Womisol flapped his wings, flew around the sea of ​​smoke emitting poisonous gases, and soared towards the mainland.

"Hiss!"

Haiyan was eager to leave and flew out like a light silver shuttle.

…The cousins ​​walked and wandered along the Valyrian Road eastward.

Ten days later, they arrived at Slave Bay.

"Hiss-"

"Hiss!"

Vermithor and Sea Smoke broke out of the thin clouds one after another and circled into the Gulf of Sorrow.

"No, I flew to the wrong place."

Eamonn spotted the blind spot.

We flew far south along the eastern coast and reached the mouth of the Gulf of Sorrow.

During this time, we saw two cities and an island.

Aemon guessed that it would be Meereen, Yunkai, and the isle of Aros.

And at the mouth of a river where it meets the sea, we saw the third city.

The river is the Worm River and the city is the destination of this journey.

—Astapor

Astapor is a red city. Its outer walls are dark red and black, and the air is filled with fine red dust.

But its architectural style is in stark contrast to the environment.

The benevolent rulers built majestic stepped pyramids and planted various trees, vines and flowers on them.

The city is filled with silk lanterns of various colors and fountains containing sulfur.

At first glance, it has a retro feel.

"Hiss-"

Womisoer raised his head and roared, his huge body leaping over the dark red city wall and hovering over the city full of flowers.

In an instant, it caused a sensation in the whole city.

Countless civilians and slaves raised their heads and looked at the bronze beast in horror.

"This is a monster!"

"Is it a god?"

"..."

The ignorant residents were so frightened that they simply knelt down and prayed.

"It's a dragon!!"

"How could there be a dragon in Slaver's Bay..."

Some slave owners were shocked to recognize what kind of creature this huge creature was hovering over the city.

I heard that on the other side of the fjord, on the continent of Westeros, there is still a surviving family of dragon kings.

Due to the long distance, Slaver's Bay and the Iron Throne have little intersection.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, another young dragon of light silver color leaped over the city wall and playfully passed by a pyramid in the city.

The strong winds overturned the green plants on the pyramids, adding a touch of green to the red city.

The slave owners were terrified by what they saw and quickly called for slave soldiers to protect them.

Worse still, some even flee back home to hide.

"Land, Vermithor!"

At this moment, a warm and clear voice came from the air.

The slave owners were all stunned.

It sounded like pure High Valyrian.

Slave Bay claims to be the descendants of the ancient Ghis Empire, but in fact it is already dead in name only from a cultural perspective.

Speaks High Valyrian with influences from the old Ghith dialect.

boom--

The giant bronze dragon folded its pair of brown wings that covered the sky and slowly landed in the Pride Square in the center of the city.

That is where guests come and the good master displays the finished slaves.

"Hiss!"

With a cry, Haiyan carried the driver who gave the order and landed on the top of a pyramid.

Standing high above, monitoring the entire city.

The two actions instantly caused chaos.

until noon.

After a burst of commotion, the slave soldiers calmed down their restlessness.

Pride Plaza.

Womisol stood with his head held high, a pair of huge guillotine-like wings supporting the ground, like a towering and immovable mountain.

Aemon lowered his eyes slightly and sat leisurely on the dragon saddle.

One man and one dragon occupied half of the square, and their powerful aura scared away the surrounding slaves, making them flee in all directions.

A group of benefactors rushed over and happened to see this situation.

In an instant, everyone's face changed.

The dragon is very big, much bigger than when it was flying in the sky.

The person on the dragon's back had silver hair, purple eyes, porcelain-white skin, and was young and handsome like an inhuman.

Like a god coming down from heaven.

"Old Valyrian Dragon King!"

All signs indicate that a dragon king has really come to Astapor.

Do not!
I stole a glance at the light silver dragon on the nearby pyramid, on which there was also a handsome young man with silver hair.

They are clearly two Dragon Kings.

"Who's the leader among you?"

Aemon spoke suddenly.

His expression was cold, his upper body leaned forward, his elbows resting on the dragon saddle shield.

There is a kind of cynical contempt.

The good master is not an ordinary slave owner, but a higher-ranking operator in the city.

In the past, they were the only ones who looked down on others, but no one ever despised them.

However, facing the legendary Dragon King.

The nature of the benevolent leaders who bully the weak and fear the strong is exposed, and they just fall for this trick.

"My lord, I am Grazdan mo Uldun of Astapor."

A bald charity leader came out and introduced himself solemnly.

His skin was very yellow, his features were regular, and his hooked nose looked a little mean.

She wore a traditional tokha robe with copper plates sewn on yellow silk and held a scepter inlaid with gold.

Aemon took a look and raised his chin arrogantly.

Let’s chat.

……

Time flies, and more than half a month has passed.

It was scorching hot in early June.

Astapor, a green garden under a pyramid.

Trees are planted along the walls, various rare flowers and plants are planted next to the fountain, and bird cages are hung on the eaves.

Inside a carefully crafted pavilion.

Aemon, wearing a loose red robe similar to a tokar, sat on a cushion at one side of the pavilion.

The red robe looks good, revealing the wrists and ankles, and it is not impolite to be barefoot.

Very exotic style.

"Try this plum cake, Lord Aemon. I bet we'll fight over a scrap."

Ulton laughed loudly and sat in the main seat.

Aemon glanced sideways and put a red grape in his mouth.

The female slave serving beside him was startled, and quickly knelt down and stretched out her hands to catch the seeds.

"Pooh!"

Aemon turned his head and spit on the ground.

The main theme is not to allow adolescent rebellion.

Ulton's face turned blue and purple, and he looked left and right at the slaves who were serving him.

I want to vent my anger, but I can't do it openly.

It must be said that the good master's life was extremely extravagant and corrupt.

Among the slaves who served him alone, there was a beautiful female slave, a child slave, three slave guards and miscellaneous slaves.

There was a banquet in the pavilion, and there were plenty of pretty female slaves and boys.

Kneel on both sides, waiting for orders.

"Cough cough."

Lanino sat next to his little cousin and tried to smooth things over: "Sir Urton, our fleet entered the Worm River this morning. We can discuss our deal now."

As he said this, he pulled his little cousin's sleeve.

Aemon said nothing, but nodded slightly.

During the past twenty days or so, they have received a very grand reception.

During the day he ate and drank, with the slave girls as his companions.

At night, take a boat and row on the Worm River.

The good master is indeed inhumane.

Not only are the boats hung with colorful silk lanterns, but silk lanterns are also lit on both sides of the river for lighting.

When you are having fun, throw gold into the worm river.

Watching the slaves salvaging, making fun and having fun on the boat.

Yimonke follows his master's wishes and there is nothing wrong with him.

Only one thing.

When it comes to buying the Immaculate, the good people look away and talk about other things.

"Mr. Lannino, please don't be anxious."

Uldun smiled again: "Our friendship has just begun. Astapor will not let friends down."

"Please hurry up."

Lannino reminded patiently.

At this point, his role was reflected.

To deal with the cunning good master, all aspects are prepared.

"of course."

Ulton hesitated for a moment and said, "I received a message this morning that a war broke out between Myr and Tyrosh in the disputed land a month ago, and countless mercenaries on both sides were killed and wounded."

"Tyrosh!"

Lanino cheered up.

"It's okay. It's just an internal fight among the three daughters."

Aemon held him down and glanced up at the bald head.

Ulton was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, yes, it was Myr who fought with the Tyroshi mercenaries he took in. The fight was fierce."

I secretly wondered how this bad-tempered Dragon King knew this.

Aemon sneered in his heart.

I know clearly the bad things I have done.

"Tell me, how do you buy the Unsullied?"

(End of this chapter)