Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 20 Freedom to Fly

Snapped!
When they arrived at the entrance of the dragon pit, Rhaenyra slapped Aemon on the butt without saying a word.

"Ah!" Imon screamed in pain, still staring at the back with his lifelong determination.

What happened? It didn’t say that Long ignored people.

Seeing his indignant look, Rhaenyra's face turned red with anger and she shouted, "Aemon, you almost lost your life just now!"

The dragon has clearly refused, and any further insistence would be courting death.

"It didn't attack me."

Aemon looked serious and confirmed: "It didn't want to attack me either."

He was very nervous.

But when he stood in front of Menghuo, he vaguely felt a hint of thoughts in the huge body.

That is, "indifference".

Not only was she indifferent to his request for a bond, she was indifferent to him as a whole.

There's not even the desire to attack.

Rainier's chest rose and fell violently with anger, and her face was cold: "You, don't do this again!"

What a nonsense.

Even though Damon had experienced some setbacks in dragon taming before, he had never been as bold as he was.

If an accident really happened, how would she explain to Eamon's parents and her own father?

Looking at the furious Rhaenyra, Aemon lowered his head unconsciously and said guiltily: "Sorry, I won't do it again."

It’s not because of touching the dream fire without permission, but because of making the other party worried.

If you think about it carefully, the action just now was indeed very dangerous.

I shouldn't be so impulsive and just follow my feelings.

"Forget it, as long as you understand."

Rainier covered her chest with her hands, not wanting to say anything more.

She needs some time to calm down.

Aemon pursed his lips and drew circles on the ground with his toes.

It is a bit dangerous, but it has unknown and rich rewards.

Just now, the panel prompt sounded.

"Discover a powerful creature with special magic and gain a share of the scorching fire magic."

Aemon stole a glance at Rhaenyra, who was no longer looking at him, and called up the [Magic Essence Panel].

【Aemon Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragon King of Old Valyria (18%)

Skills: High Valyrian (proficient), arithmetic (skilled)…

Magic Cards: None

Pet: Golden-nosed Rat (Blue)

Status: "Well-developed human cub, expected to become a powerful warrior."

"Blood purity has increased by 5% out of nowhere, and a new pet column has appeared."

Aemon thought about it carefully and guessed that it was Dreamfire that provided the fire magic to make it work.

The gorgeous panel flips over and the card panel emerges.

There was only one card left among the three, [Empty Hands], and his eyes automatically swept over it.

Next to the golden hourglass at the bottom: [Essence Quantity: 168]

100 extra points of magic essence, obviously thanks to the dream fire.

Yimeng is no longer such a loser, and he is a little surprised: "Blood and essence have blossomed together, it's really worth it."

"Prince, please leave first."

The old dragon keeper couldn't see the gorgeous panel, his face turned pale with fear, and he begged the young prince to leave first.

A Targaryen had an accident in the dragon pit he was managing, with disastrous consequences.

The last time I was so frightened was because of "Bold Baerlon".

Imon closed the panel, wanting to leave but unwilling to do so, feeling extremely conflicted.

Although Menghuo did not recognize him, he accepted Menghuo's gift and was unwilling to part with her.

The old dragon keeper thought he was still trying, and said with a sad face: "Prince, you were already four years old when your father rode on the dragon's back."

Except for the baby dragons hatched in the cradle, the age of dragon tamers in the Targaryen generations was no less than ten years old.

Most of them are in adulthood.

In other words, an eight-year-old child couldn't even sit steadily in the saddle on a dragon's back.

Aemon shook his head to indicate that he was not taming the dragon, and said something else: "Dreamfire has a strange temper. Could you please untie its chains and let it be free for a moment."

"That's dangerous."

The old dragon tamer spoke righteously.

After careful consideration, Aemon said, "It is just aloof. It was hatched in King's Landing as a symbol of good fortune. It is harmless to just fly around."

Hearing this, the old dragon keeper fell silent.

Dreamfyre is the oldest dragon in the world except for Vhagar. His wisdom accumulated over the years is not inferior to that of humans. He has traveled all over the continent. He is not hostile to humans.

Aemon advised: "Even if the Dreamfyre flies far away, the only place it can go is Dragonstone."

"That's right." The old dragon keeper nodded in acknowledgment.

Dragons are highly intelligent creatures, and they all have the racial trait of being a homebody.

From the time they hatch in one territory, they basically won't wander further away.

Just like the two wild dragons on Dragonstone, they only build their nests in Dragon Mountain.

"It won't hurt to send it back to Dragonstone."

Rhaenyra spoke suddenly.

Yimon was very surprised. He didn't expect her to speak for him.

"Hmph!" Rainier snorted coldly.

She was not helping this brat, but she didn't want a gorgeous dragon to be imprisoned in the dragon's cave forever.

That made Aemon happy enough.

The two princes opened their mouths, and the old dragon tamer had no choice but to obey: "Please go out first, and we will complete this matter."

"Okay!" Imon agreed immediately.

Regardless of whether Renira responded to him or not, he shook her soft little hand and walked away shamelessly holding her hand.

Girls, they just can't be coaxed.

Even though he was so difficult to take care of when he was a child, Allison would just coax him and he would stop getting angry, wipe away his tears and continue to take care of him.

Rhaenyra had no choice but to follow him out of the dragon's lair.

Rumble!
The moment the bronze door opened, a ray of sunlight shone on my face and the breeze gently blew by my ears.

Aemon narrowed his eyes, and his body and mind became brighter.

"Don't do this next time."

Rainier felt the same way. She turned her head away awkwardly and gave him a light lecture.

Yimeng raised the corner of his mouth in a lovely arc, and said crisply: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

During the conversation, the escort team rushed over.

The Dragon's Lair is an important place, and even Sir Steve has to guard it outside.

"Prince, failure once is not a big deal. You are still young."

Sir Ryan smiled and offered comfort considerately.

After hearing what he said, Sir Steve and William realized that the prince did not come out riding a dragon.

"Hehe~"

Gunthor looked nonchalant, chewing an orange and spitting out the seeds.

boom! boom!
At this moment, the sound of heavy objects being stepped on was heard in the dragon's lair.

"Protect the prince and princess."

Sir Steve, worthy of being a member of the Kingsguard, quickly protected the two princes behind him.

"Quiet, Dreamfire!!"

The old dragon handler shouted, calming the agitated dragon in High Valyrian.

Then, everyone saw a shadow blocking the sunlight.

An elegant light blue dragon slowly crawled out of the bronze gate, with its head raised high and its eyes half-closed as it stared directly at the sun.

Because I haven't been outdoors for many years, I am adapting to the sunlight.

"dragon!!"

William screamed and almost fell down the stairs.

Sir Steve and Sir Ryan were also shocked. It was the first time in their lives that they had close contact with a dragon, and they held the hilts of their swords tightly in their hands.

"Seven Hells!"

Gunthor was the most shocked. He stared at the dragon in amazement and dropped a half-eaten orange from his mouth.

The dragon looked fine from a distance.

The distance was only a few meters, and one claw could crush him to death.

A sense of awe arises spontaneously.

Aemon saw everything and led Rhaenyra back, saying decisively, "Everyone stay away and give it enough space."

"Yes!" The guard team's main goal is to obey orders.

Soon, a giant dragon that had been away from the sky for a long time was left in front of the bronze gate.

Menghuo shook the dragon head, removed the chains from its slender neck, and spread out a pair of light blue wings.

Under the bright sunshine, the wing membrane reflects dreamy and gorgeous light and shadows.

It just happened to be above Aemon's head below.

Yimeng raised his hand to cover it, and praised with a smile: "It's so beautiful."

"Hiss!!"

Menghuo raised his head and roared, a gleam of spirit appeared in his vertical pupils, and he flapped his wings like a shuttle and flew straight into the blue sky.

(End of this chapter)