Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 238 Changhu Town and the Dragon

Aemon brought the unconscious Aemon back to the Stone Drum Tower, immediately causing a commotion throughout the castle.

"Imond!"

Allison lifted her skirt and hurriedly ran down the stairs.

Imond lay flat on the chair, passively eating the rice porridge that the scholar fed him spoonful by spoonful.

"How could he do this?"

Allison looked worried and tugged at Eamon's sleeve with a wronged expression.

Amon patted her hand, quickly reassuring her, "Don't worry, he's just really hungry."

Right now, Imond, still unconscious, is instinctively swallowing rice gruel.

The elderly dragon-tamer who had followed him clumsily added, "His Highness arrived just in time."

"That's good."

Allison clutched her chest and breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"What happened? What's going on?"

Viserys arrived shortly afterward, also looking astonished.

Imon explained it again with the same understanding, leaving the rest, which was inconvenient to say, to the elderly dragon tamer who accompanied him.

The elderly dragon tamer approached the king and whispered the truth in high Valyrian voice.

"Red Dragon and Black Dragon?"

Viserys's expression changed several times after hearing this.

The second son really escaped with his life this time.

If Aemon had arrived a moment later, he might not have returned unscathed.

At this time, the others arrived one after another.

Helena was also there, standing on the edge of the stairs, holding onto the handrail, staring blankly at her unconscious brother.

Imond has returned safely.

Although I didn't ride on the dragon's back, I experienced real changes.

"Alright, Maester, stay and take care of Imond. The rest of you, go back to your rooms and rest."

Viserys was very annoyed and chased away all the children who had gathered around him.

From Aegon down to Jaehaerys, Benedictine, and Rhaenyar, the three little ones all retreated in a panic upon seeing their father and grandfather's anger.

"Alas!~"

After the hall quieted down, Viserys sighed helplessly.

The rebellion in the Three Women's Kingdom hadn't been resolved yet, and now his second son was causing him more trouble.

I need to compose myself and prepare to cope with the pressure.

……

Three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Under the scholar's meticulous care, Imond recovered completely and was able to run and jump again.

However, after being provoked, he became even more withdrawn than before, always staying by himself and not liking to communicate with others.

Viserys, unable to bear seeing him despondent, turned to Aemon for help.

"Alison said you'll take Helena to the valley to relax, and you should bring Imond along too."

Viserys sighed and rubbed his forehead, then sat down and began to speak.

Aemon clicked his tongue and honestly said, "I plan to go back to Mil first; the Vale will have to wait."

"Take them with you wherever you go."

Viserys rubbed his temples and said irresponsibly, "Just don't let them hang around in front of me."

Imon rolled his eyes.

Very good, definitely his biological father.

The disdain was crystal clear.

"Okay~~".

Imon reluctantly agreed.

He really needs to go back to Mil.

The remnants of the Three Women's Kingdom have the support of the Iron Seeds and the Dornish, among others, and the waves they will stir up will be significant.

Ultimately, you have to take care of your own territory.

Even though the sea serpent was his father-in-law, he didn't trust him.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Aemon's mind, and he made a condition: "Whether you herd one sheep or two, you'll be leading them anyway, so hand Aegon over to me as well."

"what ever."

Viserys didn't care that his nephew compared his children to sheep; he was eager to entrust them all to him.

"Then it's settled."

Immanuel stood up abruptly.

"Get out of here, get out of here."

Viserys was annoyed and had no interest in responding to jokes.

Imon pursed his lips and walked out with a flourish.

He saw through his uncle's hidden, mean-spirited nature.

I used to call him my dear nephew, but now I'm telling him to get lost.

When your biological son grows up, he becomes arrogant and domineering.

After leaving the door, Aemon sent for Helena and Aemon.

Guided by his servants, they found Aegon, who was secretly drinking and drowsy in a secluded corner.

Bound Aegon to the saddle of Sunfire, Aemond tossed him to Helena, who was riding Dreamfire.

Transformation... The temporary team departs.

……

After flying for two days and one night across the fjord, we arrived safely at Mil, the richest city under our jurisdiction.

“Hiss—”

Vormisor soared over the city walls, its large brown wings covering half the city, and its penetrating roar announced its return.

"Hiss!"

With a graceful and light-colored body, Dreamfire soared into the azure sky, letting out a joyful roar.

It hadn't flown so freely and so far in a long time.

Yangyan followed behind two adult dragons. Although its size was inconspicuous, its golden scales and pale pink wing membranes were exceptionally gorgeous. It flew and cried out.

Like a whiny monster that can kill someone with a single punch.

Imon smiled gently.

As expected of the descendants of the Silverwing, even their high-pitched and frequent cries are exactly the same.

"dragon!!"

"It's Vomisol, His Highness the Prince has returned."

"..."

Three giant dragons appeared in the sky above the city-state, instantly igniting the passion of the people of Mil.

Who defeated the slave owners? Who freed the slaves?

Whoever gives them land and work, whoever makes them work hard so that they can have a full meal and a decent set of clothes.

The people of Mil remember it.

boom--

Vormisol plunged into the sky, its massive form swooping and gliding as it flew from the western gate of the city-state out of the eastern gate, continuing eastward along the Valyrian Avenue.

"Hey! Aren't you going to take a break?"

Aegon was fantasizing about the deliciousness of Myrny when reality ruthlessly shattered his illusions.

Imon, too lazy for words, showed him through his actions.

Seeing that His Highness the Prince was merely passing by on a dragon, the people of Mil were not disappointed. Instead, they intensified their work and had their wives and children prepare a good meal in advance.

Everyone knows that this is His Highness the Prince's habit.

Each time they return, they first visit Laketown in Mil's territory, then return to Mil in the evening to rest, occasionally hosting a bonfire dinner.

The city-wide bonfire dinner will feature free food and toys.

Everyone is used to eating their fill and having a good time at the banquet.

As for the bonfire banquet, it won't be too extravagant or expensive, and it won't foster a culture of extravagance among the people.

Eamon said that food and toys are not worth much money, and they were bought cheaply from merchants.

Extravagance was nowhere to be mentioned.

Today, the population of Myre consists of 60% Myreians, 15% Vale people, 10% Westeros people, 5% Valyrians, and 10% people of various races.

It is a large community that blends people of all skin colors, traditions, and religions.

Many traditions were in conflict and unable to facilitate further integration of the city-states.

Bonfire dinners are a newly emerging festival that can be enjoyed by people of any race.

Through special promotion, people gradually abandoned their old ideas and embraced Milton's new festival.

The belief in dragons is particularly strong.

Soaring swiftly across the vast Milne, Vomisol came into view a large town built on the shore of a huge lake.

The gray-white stone city walls, the neat and orderly watchtowers and arrow towers on the city walls, and the various buildings standing in the city create a sense of order amidst chaos.

“Hiss—”

With a roar, Vomisol spread its wings and flew over the city wall.

A bronze bell hangs from the spire of the tallest tower in the inner city, and it rings out with a clang as the dragon sweeps through the raging winds.

"His Highness the Prince has returned."

Inside the fortress-like building, Rune Guard Robb Rivers looked up, a smile appearing on his iron-blooded face.

stomping on...

Squads of knights from the Second Sons Regiment rushed out, carrying the Dragon Talisman Eagle Three-Part Flag, and galloped wildly around the military fortress.

The positioning of Changhu Town is to be an impregnable fortress protecting the "money bag" of Mir.

"Here is the place."

Amon stretched and smiled.

Looking at the powerful territory he had built with his own hands, he felt truly delighted.

The old dragon Vomisol knew the way and landed skillfully on the ground.

Dreamfire and Blaze landed one after another.

Wow, Mil has such a big city!?

Aegon jumped off the dragon's back, shouting exaggeratedly.

Longlake Town, as a transit city-state serving as a border barrier and a future point of contention, was built on the largest scale from the outset.

In terms of size alone.

Even if it's not as good as King's Landing or Dale, it's definitely not inferior to Seagull Town or Shiphull and Spice Town on Tidehead Island.

It is a genuine large town.

"Imon, you really are a master of disguise."

Aegon grinned mischievously and nudged his cousin with his shoulder.

In such a big town, the girls in the brothels must be really something.

"If you don't want your legs broken and to be locked in a cage for two months, then continue."

Imon narrowed his eyes and waved his hand to dust off his shoulder.

"Uh……"

Aegon immediately became obedient, his crotch soaked with cold sweat.

He can't take a joke at all. How could my older sister like this cold-hearted blockhead?

Imon glanced at him sideways.

You do not deserve.

Before long, Robb arrived on horseback with his men. "Your Highness!"

Is the disputed region peaceful lately?

Imon helped the man up and asked with a smile.

"very good."

Robb, suppressing his excitement, added, "Some iron species have smuggled ashore, and the pioneering territories between Mill and Long Lake Town are sending more people to suppress them. It's just a minor trouble."

As time went on, the number of minor nobles granted within the territory of Mil increased.

The number of barons increased from twenty to ten viscounts and thirty barons.

Convert all the more remote lands within the territory.

"I feel very reassured with you in Changhu Town."

Imon chuckled softly.

"The duty lies."

Robb did not dare to be arrogant.

Aemon chuckled and sent some food and drinks to entertain Aegon and his siblings, while Robb toured Lake-town.

He has many talented people under his command, but Robb is one of the few who can lead independently.

When Changhu Town was handed over to him, it was managed in a well-organized, militarized manner.

With minimal intervention from Imon, it will achieve its intended effect.

Time passed bit by bit.

Before sunset.

Imon rode on Vomisor and led his party back to Myr.

"Finally, we can walk."

Aegon was secretly thrilled.

He hadn't drunk alcohol or flirted with girls for several days in a row, and he was almost losing his happiness.

……

Dusk.

Three dragons flew back to Myr and landed in the courtyard of a towering, majestic classical castle on the east side of the inner city.

"so big!"

This time, it was the usually taciturn Imond who expressed his feelings.

The young man tilted his head back as far as he could to barely make out the castle's features.

Built entirely of white marble with green veins, the main castle and two auxiliary towers resemble a magnificent mountain carved from white jade.

As the red glow of the setting sun casts its glow, the white of the castle gradually fades, highlighting the clear green stripes.

The combination of white and green is absolutely beautiful.

“This is my palace in Mil, I call it ‘Cuidu’.”

Imon climbed off the dragon's back and headed towards the gates of Emerald City.

Although it was only recently completed, the Green City has already become one of Mil's most iconic buildings.

“What a luxury!”

Aegon was extremely jealous.

The thought of his cousin eating so well while he could only live in the smelly bedroom of the Red Castle made him grind his back teeth to dust.

boom!
As soon as the group passed through the clean path paved with lush flowers and marble slabs on both sides, the gate of Cui Du opened by itself.

A young boy stood in the doorway, and upon seeing Imon, who was leading the group, he exclaimed with delight, "Father!!"

"Um???"

The three Aegon siblings all stared at their cousin.

You big-eyed, thick-browed fellow, what kind of good deeds have you been up to behind the scenes?

Ignoring the stares of others, Eamon calmly introduced, "My first son is Gaimon Sven, and his mother is Steward Mill, 'Black Swan' Johanna Sven."

! !
Upon hearing the surname, the three Aegon siblings all looked at the little boy in unison.

She has a cute appearance with fair and translucent skin, but unlike the Targaryen family, she has black hair and black eyes.

He looks short and stocky, and is no more than five or six years old.

"The first son?"

Helena noticed this key information.

"Yes."

Aemon explained briefly: "I did not marry her mother, so Gaimon took her mother's surname."

“Father, I saw you a long time ago.”

Gaimon dashed over, first pledging his loyalty, then scrutinizing the three silver-haired, purple-eyed uncles and aunts with his big, round eyes.

Imon glanced down at him and smiled, "Keep your little schemes to yourself, or your mother will teach you a lesson."

“Father, it’s not good for you to complain as soon as you get back.”

Gaimon's face tightened.

“Look, Aemon treats him differently.”

Seeing the atmosphere between the father and son, Aegon seduced the inattentive Aemond.

Imond frowned, as if he had noticed something unusual.

As is well known, Aemon the Dragon Slayer inherited his father Daemon's temperament and was never a good-tempered person.

Half the people of the seven kingdoms worshipped him, while the other half whispered curses at him.

……Um
The idols were mostly unmarried girls who were fond of the handsome and charming Targaryen princes.

It's just because I've read too many traditional folk tales.

When facing his father Viserys and mother Alison, Aemon is very kind and always maintains a gentle demeanor.

But when facing them and Jaeheris, he is often serious and unsmiling.

Now, facing a son of a different surname from Mil, he was even more intimate with him than with Jaeheris, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

"They look very alike."

Helena said softly.

Upon hearing this, Aegon and Aymond suddenly realized that Gaimon Sven's face bore a striking resemblance to Aymond's.

Aegon's eyes widened, and he instinctively shuddered.

so similar!
This dark-haired brat looks exactly like Aemon when he was a child, except for his hair and eye color.

This brought back unpleasant memories of his cub days.

"Alright, shut your mouths, we're all hungry."

Imon led his son through the gates of the Green City.

"Uncle, Aunt, welcome to Cui Du."

Gaimon stepped out from beside his father and bowed respectfully.

This composure and politeness made the unreliable and straightforward Yi Geng feel awkward.

"Thank you."

Helena thanked her softly.

Gaimon shook his head and walked ahead of the crowd to clear the way.

If they encountered any Immaculate Ones on duty along the way, they would take a look and observe their spirit, armor, and other details.

Despite his young age, he shows a mature side.

Aemon observed this and would occasionally ask what he was looking at.

Gaimon replied earnestly, “If the Immaculate ones do not rest well, they will slack off on their duty. I would like to know why.”

"So what did you learn?"

"Imon asked."

Gaimon thought for a moment and said, “No. Everyone has moments of low spirits, and the Unsullied, as the most elite army in the world, are no exception.”

"good."

Imon smiled slightly.

The little guy was right about most of it; people are influenced by their emotions.

After the Unsullied were liberated, most of them regained their humanity and gradually learned to heal themselves.

Quite simple.

Find a brothel, pay a prostitute you know, and then lie down quietly for a while.

Doing nothing is also a huge psychological compensation.

Some Pure Ones who indulge excessively or practice constant restraint may occasionally experience a lack of energy or spirit.

However, Gaimon is still young and cannot understand these things yet.

"They are all very good people, with pure hearts."

Gaimon said sincerely.

Just like the Gray Worm leader, who was taciturn and not good at expressing himself.

Imon nodded to himself.

Apart from physical features, his son looks and has a personality very similar to his father's, and is excessively mature and sensible.

Such an easy child, Eamon was indeed closer to him than to Jaeheris, who was more childlike.

Gaimon's existence is essentially semi-invisible.

Only a portion of the royal family knew about it.

In terms of birth time, Gaimon was earlier than Jaeheris.

Renilla was two months pregnant first, and the baby Jaeheris was supposed to be the eldest son in every sense of the word.

However, Joanna had both luck and cunning, and became pregnant on her first try.

At seven months, she deliberately fell down the stairs and gave birth to Gaimon two weeks before Renilla's natural delivery, thus securing the firstborn title.

However, since it was the mother's first child, the child's physical characteristics were inherited from the Sven family, including black hair and black eyes.

In addition, Gaimon was born out of wedlock.

But Johanna was clearly prepared.

Less than seven days after giving birth, she returned by ship to Stonehelm in the Stormlands with her infant child, where she met her greedy uncle, Earl Sven, whose leg had been broken by Aemon at the tournament.

What happened during their meeting remains unknown.

Two versions of the story circulated among the castle's servants.

A fierce argument broke out in the room, and Earl Sven succumbed to his niece.

The room was quiet as both sides reached an agreement.

In short, the next day at dawn, Johanna took the children and returned to Mil by boat.

Count Sven acknowledged Gaimon's identity and bestowed upon him the Sven surname.

When Eamon learned of all this, he rode a dragon to Myr.

Johanna has finished handling the beginning and the end.
This caught Eamon, who was originally struggling with what surname to give his child, off guard.

The Targaryen surname is definitely not allowed; even Damon wasn't permitted before.

Immanuel was not lenient with himself but strict with others.

It's better to have a surname than to have no surname or to be an illegitimate child.

Eamon also asked Johanna why she did this.

The other party's answer was touching.

She came from a less privileged background than others and had no powerful backing.

Even if she gets married, she won't have more power than she does now, and she won't be able to compete with her siblings for inheritance rights.

It's better to be special from the start, making yourself hard to ignore.

This is indeed the case.

Eamon paid more attention to Gaimon than to the other children.

Except for not having a dragon egg in a cradle, their treatment is basically the same as that of Jaejoong, Beckham, and Raymond.

(End of this chapter)