Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 209: Cheating and the Victim!
Aemon rode his dragon, flying leisurely along the Valyrian Road.

Looking at the heritage of old Valyria, I felt the joy of inheriting a family fortune.

A Valyrian road that is ten meters wide!
This is much stronger than the River Valley Avenue in River Valley Town which was compacted with cement.

And it starts from the east gate of Myr and extends all the way to the disputed land.

The locals of Myr said that this Valyrian Road once led to Volantis, and from Volantis to the Land of Long Summer.

For some unknown reason, only the disputed area remains.

But that was enough.

Whether it is the army on the road or the transportation of supplies, everything is unimpeded.

The task of wiping out the Mir mercenaries gradually turned into a parade led by His Royal Highness the Prince.

Two small groups of Myr mercenaries were discovered along the way.

When the other party discovered the huge dragon in the sky, the dragon also discovered them.

Aemon commanded the capricious Gray Shadow to blast these scum until not a single hair was left.

Under the leadership of Robb, the Second Sons became a rescue team for the refugees.

“What a huge disputed area!”

Aemon untied the chains, boldly raised his head, crossed his legs, and lay leisurely on the dragon's back.

He was exploring where the Valyrian Way ended.

To build a new city.

This avenue is a natural transportation artery.

He also discovered that the unowned lands on both sides of the avenue were very fertile, and many of them showed signs of human habitation.

Perhaps because of the war, those people left their homes.

As long as it is cleaned up, it will become a great territory.

"Hiss!"

A gray shadow suddenly jumped out from the side of Womisol, flapping its wings in disorder and chirping.

"Ok?"

Aemon stood up, climbed to the edge of the dragon's neck and looked down.

The Valyrian Way ends.

At the end of the dark and solid road is a vast and clear lake.

"Fly higher!"

Aemon's eyes lit up and he patted the dragon's back gently.

Womisoel snorted, and its wide wings blew away the clouds and mist, and it hovered over the lake.

The vision is clear and everything is in sight.

The lake is very large, no smaller than Shenyan Lake.

Narrow from east to west, wide from north to south.

To the south of the lake is a barren mountain.

Aemon was overjoyed and rode his dragon to patrol the surroundings.

Soon he discovered that there was more than one lake.

Across this barren mountain, there is a second round lake.

This round lake is half the size, but it also stores abundant fresh water resources.

“Isn’t this God chasing after me and feeding me?”

Aemon laughed.

A new city was built on the west side of the long and narrow lake.

By then, there will be a lake on the east and mountains on the south.

To the north was the ancient Valerian Way, which just ended, running through Mir for hundreds of miles.

Just watch out to the west, the lands of Tyrosh.

Then, the new city will be flawless.

"It's decided. We'll build the city here."

Aemon slapped the dragon's back hard, eager to land.

Look at it from the map.

The two lakes are located in the very center of the disputed land.

South of Round Lake, about a mile away, you can see the Summer Sea.

But it was too far from Myr, a desolate and uninhabited land with no fortresses or roads.

Aemon was not going to go.

If the long and narrow lake from Myr was planned to be included in the Myr territory, it would be as large as half a valley and would be enough for the people to cultivate.

The rest of the unowned land can be occupied by the sea snakes or Damon at will.

Wait until he is ready to eat, then take it back and eat the ready-made ones.

"Your Majesty, the water in this lake is very clear. It is probably the source of the stream along the way."

Robb rode up on horseback.

The Second Sons' Regiment dismounted one after another, cheering and leading their horses to drink water.

Aemon announced his decision to build a city here, and then asked, "We are all poor brothers in the Second Sons. Who wants to be a lord and try to expand the land?"

Robb was startled when he heard this, his voice trembling: "Your Majesty, do you want to enthrone some lords?"

"It's obvious."

Aemon smiled.

Among the troops under his command, apart from the famous Unsullied, the Second Sons are the most elite.

Each person is of the same level as a knight, and comes with his own entourage and equipment.

And most of them are from the valley.

If they were to plan out the territory of Myr, which would be equivalent to half a valley of fresh land, it would be more than he and Johanna could handle.

By conferring some barons, the progress of development can be well guaranteed.

It can also give an explanation to those hard-working brothers in the Second Son Group who are trying to get ahead and make money.

Following His Royal Highness the Prince, there is really meat to eat.

Pfft!
Robb knelt down, put one hand on his chest, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, rest assured that the Second Sons will obey your orders."

He was also born as an illegitimate child, and only after becoming a Rune Guard was he honored and freed from his past humble status.

Most of the brothers in the Second Sons are second sons and illegitimate sons of nobles, or even mercenary knights of commoner origin.

The opportunity to become a noble is too luxurious for them.

"Arrange a team of 100 men to stay behind, and the rest of you to simply rest and follow me back to Myr."

Aemon gave the order.

After the location of the new city is selected, the transportation of supplies will still require the escort of the Second Sons Regiment.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Robb was thrilled.

……

"Your Majesty, eat slowly."

When it got dark, Johanna ordered people to prepare delicious food to feed the hungry Prince.

Aemon ate his meal with big mouthfuls and filled his cup with the local mead of Myr.

It tastes sweet at first, with a bitter aftertaste like lemon, and tastes like a cold drink mixed with fruit residue.

"How many nobles do you plan to confer titles?"

Johanna held her chin with one hand and smiled at Iamon, who had no manners when eating.

I can eat more than when I was a kid.

"Twenty barons."

Imon's cheeks were puffed up, but his expression was surprisingly serious.

You can't ennoble too many nobles, otherwise they will become worthless.

Twenty, no more, no less, just right for the starting stage.

"learn."

Johanna had a charming face and nodded her chin gently.

His Royal Highness handed her a copied map that marked the ruins of towns and villages along the Valyrian Road.

They are all good places for farming.

It is just right to confer titles on the new lords.

And with the Valyrian Way, everything is convenient.

That's what Aemon thought.

"Should we give the new city a name?"

Johanna's eyes rolled, she raised her hips, arched her back, and pressed her upper body onto the table.

She remembered that His Royal Highness the Prince was terrible at naming, but he loved to give names.

I love playing. "Gurgle~"

Aemon swallowed the food in his mouth and looked at him with hostility.

Are you testing me?!

But he was really thinking about it.

"That long and narrow lake, how about calling it the Long Lake?"

he asked.

Johanna's face darkened slightly, and she replied, "There is a long lake in the river valley."

"correct."

Aemon's eyes were clear, and he said matter-of-factly, "There are some in the Dale, but not in Myrland."

Johanna: ...

"The lake is called Changhu Lake, so the new town beside Changhu Lake should be called Changhu Town."

Aemon continued speaking.

Johanna held her forehead with one hand and smiled bitterly, "Is that barren mountain beside the Long Lake called Lonely Mountain?"

Yimeng shook his head. "That mountain has no name, but the round lake next to it, I call it Lake Ego."

Translated, it means Dandan Lake, Egg Lake...

As for Changhu Lake and Changhu Town, they are just random names.

After all, since we live next door to a giant dragon, it's normal to call it by these names, right?
"As you wish, Your Majesty."

Johanna was hesitant to speak, and finally succumbed to the persistence of His Royal Highness the Prince.

Yimon was eating with great joy.

After defining the territory, the next step is to create wonders.

He likes to build houses everywhere, and everywhere is his home.

"Eat slowly, that's all you're eating."

Johanna stood up and walked around the table, took out a piece of silk from her chest, bent down and wiped the corners of His Royal Highness's mouth that were stained with soup.

Aemon looked up in surprise.

Where did you get it from?
Just as she was about to speak, her delicate hand pressed on a strong thigh.

Johanna looked at him aggressively. She leaned in close and exhaled sweetly, "I've done so much work, and you never paid me."

So you want to fuck me?
Imon's psychological activities are complicated.

Johanna pretended to be pitiful and said softly, "I'm so tired, please come to my room and give me a massage."

not too good.

Iamon's eyelids drooped.

"If you don't come, you'll have to find someone else to work for you in the future."

Johanna's face changed, she gritted her teeth, half threatening and half tempting.

Eamon: Wuhu! How sad!

……

The next day, early morning.

Aemon lay on the soft couch filled with the scent of roses, hugging the pillow and sleeping soundly.

The pillow is very soft and white, and my face feels smooth when rubbing it.

The tip of his nose occasionally scraped against a button, and he bit it irritably.

Hateful buttons, bite you off!
"Shut up!"

Johanna's face darkened and she held down his handsome face.

After being pushed and shoved, Aemon woke up and opened his eyes in a daze.

For a moment, he felt as if he was still in a dream.

Otherwise, how could I see the date buns from my previous life?

Westeros and Essos only eat bread.

Johanna glared at him, punched him twice in the air, got up from the bed and got dressed.

I do not know how long it has been.

Yimon couldn't stand the wet sheets and climbed up feeling bitter and aggrieved.

Didn’t sleep well!
For a child who suffers from insomnia and has many dreams, do you know how important sleep quality is?

"Hiss!!"

Suddenly, the roar of a giant dragon was faintly heard.

Aemon frowned in confusion. Where did the dragon roar come from?

He turned and looked at Johanna.

At this moment, she was wearing a black lace suspender nightgown, with her long, soft hair down to her waist, and she was combing her hair slowly as if nothing had happened.

did not hear it?
Aemon grumbled to himself.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

There was a knock on the door, and Diana's voice came from outside: "Your Majesty, the princess is here."

"your Highness?"

Imon was stunned for a second, and his hair stood on end.

Rhaenyra is here!
Iemon jumped up, took out a new set of clothes from his space ring and put them on.

Her long silver-gold hair was loose and disheveled, and she grabbed a few handfuls and tied it behind her head with a hairband.

"What are you afraid of?"

Johanna turned around and gave a wicked smile.

Imon stopped halfway through putting on his shawl and said seriously: "It's not fear, it's respect!"

Johanna was speechless.

Ok!

Anyway, she had eaten some meat and was full.

She was not as eager to become a princess as Lady Rhea's new adopted daughter.

Her abilities and importance are such that His Royal Highness cannot do without her.

Mill will be her world for a long time to come.

……

Rhaenyra jumped off the dragon's back and looked around happily.

After more than half a month, the debt owed to the Iron Bank was finally recovered.

A full one million gold dragons!

"Hiss!"

Syrax roared, moved his strong dragon body, and looked towards the extra smell.

"You are back, Rhaenyra."

Aemon came trotting over.

"Not only me, but also Master Barkin and the Seagull Town Fleet."

Rhaenyra took off her black gloves and walked towards him with a smile on her face.

"As expected of you, you are amazing."

Iamon praised him generously.

"of course."

Rainier raised her chin in a naive manner and opened her arms, indicating that she wanted a hug.

Aemon held her in his arms.

"Sniff~~"

Rhaenyra leaned in his arms, sniffed, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

The smell of rose petals is still fresh.

Imon had very sensitive ears and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"I heard that someone got married in Fushishi City while I was away?"

Rhaenyra loosened her arms, tilted her head, and sneered.

Eamon: ...

I knew I couldn't hide it.

Rhaenyra glared at him, raised her head stubbornly, and gave an order as she walked: "I'm hungry. Prepare breakfast for me. I want a lamprey pie."

Imon hurried to catch up, busying around.

It's just like a cheating husband who comes home to compensate his wife who was kept in the dark.

"Hiss!"

Syrax stared at his back with his pupils erect and let out a restrained roar.

(End of this chapter)