Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 243 The Academy's Trick

Midsummer Hall.

The rear hall is decorated with a strong natural feel.

Imon leaned against the marble windowsill of the glass window, the bright glass behind him reflecting the warm sunlight.

“A raven was sent from King’s Landing, and my father said the Grand Master was too old.”

Renilla took a deep breath, handing one hand to someone else for inspection, while clutching the off-white dress that covered her legs with the other.

"So, what does Uncle mean?"

"Imon asked curiously."

Renilla smiled helplessly: "He wrote to ask you and me if we have anyone with both virtue and ability who can succeed him as Grand Secretary."

Grand Secretary Reus was over sixty years old and a true old man.

As the saying goes, having a treasure in the family is like having an elder in the family.

But then again, people get old and become useless.

In particular, Melos has recently shown signs of senility.

Just in case, Viserys made it clear in his letter that it was best to "do something" of preparation before he died.

"The selection of Grand Secretaries should be left to the recommendation of the Academy City."

Aemon glanced with interest at Maester Mukun, who was examining Renilla's body.

"Your Highness, your health is excellent, very good, without any defects whatsoever."

At this moment, after Scholar Mukun finished his inspection, he gestured for Renilla to lower her sleeves.

Renilla forced a smile, clutching her aching, fair arm.

"That's unnecessary."

"Imon said sarcastically."

Speaking of examinations, one must mention the top-notch medicine of Westeros.

bloodletting!!
Early in the morning, before she had eaten anything, Renilla dragged Scholar Mukun into bleeding herself out.

The result was still that the person was healthy.

Undisputedly healthy.

Scholar Mu Kun put away his medical kit, washed his hands in a copper basin, and explained, "Women's conception and childbirth are based on probability. Your Highness is young and capable, so there is no need to rush."

"Is there any way to increase the chances of conceiving?"

Renilla was unwilling to accept it.

Four years have passed since she gave birth to Jaeheris. Logically, given that she has no shortage of sexual activity, she should have been pregnant by now.

"Renera, why don't we just let things take their course?"

Imon whispered.

Having a daughter has almost become an obsession for Renilla.

They are still young, there's really no need for that.

"Either you think of a solution, or you keep quiet, okay?"

Renilla turned her head and smiled slightly.

"it is good."

Imon chuckled.

A smile isn't a hello; it's a warning.

Soon, a smile was directed at Scholar Mu Kun.

"Forehead……"

Scholar Mu Kun hesitated for a moment, then suggested in a low voice, "When necessary, using some knowledge that is primarily led by women might be helpful."

As he spoke, he carefully observed the two big shots to avoid saying the wrong thing.

Renilla looked serious, her head bowed in thought.

"Hey?"

Imon froze, casting a resentful glance at Scholar Mukun.

Then I got married for nothing.

"I'm just offering suggestions. The key lies in the specific details of sex, such as timing and mood, which are also important factors."

Scholar Mu Kun quickly changed his tune, trying to salvage the situation for His Highness the Prince.

Unexpectedly, Imon's expression changed.

Bold!

You may question my knowledge, but you cannot question my time.

His Highness the Prince knows how to grasp the key points.

Renilla glanced at Eamon and said with increasing helplessness, "Sir, time and mood are not a problem."

He dared to marry four wives and even kept a black swan outside the marriage.

Imon certainly doesn't lack a good physique.

She had discussed it privately with Alison and Xiaomei.

When Damon was still a young man in his twenties, he was in excellent physical condition and could really keep things going in bed.

In middle age, he was only slightly better than his father, Viserys.

Not many!
At most, it's about appearance, categorizing them into those that are good-looking but useless, and those that are neither good-looking nor useful.

By comparison.

Her increasingly beautiful face as she aged revealed a harmonious married life.

"Then I have no further comments and can only leave the decision to the Seven Gods."

Mu Kun gave a helpless, bitter smile.

"Ok."

Renilla was disappointed, but she maintained a polite smile: "Thank you for your trouble, Scholar Mukun."

"You flatter me, this is what I should do."

Scholar Mu Kun respectfully took his leave.

After the person left.

Aemon jumped down from the windowsill, leaned close to Renilla, and asked, "What are your thoughts on what Uncle wants?"

Seeing this, Renilla couldn't help but roll her eyes.

She thought he was coming to comfort her, which made her heart pound wildly.

"uh-huh?"

Imon stared at her alluring face, flushed with rosy cheeks, and caught a whiff of something ambiguous besides the delicate scent of cream.

What do you think of Scholar Mu Kun?

Renilla suggested.

"No way."

Immon immediately stood up straight.

He has a lot of people under him, and now that he's handed over such an important person to the royal family, who will fill the void left by him?

Moreover, Scholar Mu Kun and he had a good personal relationship, and the other party also liked the local customs and culture of the valley.

Let him give up his position as Maester of Dale and go to King's Landing, a place rife with power struggles, to become Grand Maester.

...It seems unreliable no matter how you look at it.

"And what about the scholar from the Gradic tradition?"

Renilla was replaced by another candidate.

Aemon shook his head slightly: "If you recommend Maester Gladius, Allison will also recommend Maester Alfondo."

These two scholars may be unfamiliar names, but they are actually prominent figures in both the Black and Green parties. Gladys is a kind old man and a full-time scholar on Dragonstone.

He served a series of heirs, including his great-grandfather Jaeheris, his great-uncle Aemon, his grandfather Belon, and his great-uncle Viserys.

Rhaenyra trusted him greatly and had taken her uncle to Dragonstone several times for medical checkups to alleviate the pain from the cuts inflicted by the Iron Throne.

In the later stages of Blood Dragon Frenzy, the old man met a tragic end.

While applying medicine to Aegon, who was suffering from severe burns after taking over Dragonstone, he was brutally murdered by the crazed Aegon.

After enduring the torment of suffocation three times, his internal organs were dug out and his legs were cut off and fed to Yang Yan. Half of his corpse, with his intestines hanging down, was suspended on a spear in the Stone Drum Tower.

"No, I'll find an excuse to beat Aegon up later."

Emon grew angrier the more he thought about it, and he knew he had to teach the unlucky kid a lesson.

They're applying medicine to you, what the hell are you doing?

I'll break your legs in a minute.

As for Scholar Alfondo, he was an elderly man who served the old town of Haitar.

Allison distrusts Melos, that treacherous old dog, and seeks the help of Scholar Adorfan whenever he has a minor ailment.

"Your uncle wants to find someone to succeed you as Grand Secretary. Isn't that just giving you and Alisson an excuse to fight?"

Imon suddenly realized.

"Alisson?"

Renilla's lips curled up slightly as she proudly declared, "Even if she only uses one hand, I can still beat her senseless."

As evidenced by the examination results of several bachelors.

Her body is healthy, undisputedly healthy.

Allison had several children in a row, and although she appeared to be perfectly fine on the outside, how could she not have suffered losses on the inside?

Smash her beautiful head flat.

"You two siblings are truly extraordinary."

Imon was speechless.

You only attacked Aegon and forgot about you, didn't you?

"Then what should we do?"

Renilla was unhappy.

"There must be a reason why Uncle asked this."

After a moment's thought, Amon realized the crux of the problem.

"School City!"

Upon hearing this, Renilla's expression changed slightly, and she said with disgust, "It's Old Town Hightar again."

"Not just Hightar, there isn't a single good thing in the institutions of the old town."

"Imon said calmly."

Even before the marriage, there had been friction between the royal family and the old town.

First, the archbishop of the Cathedral of Stars jumped out and questioned him for violating the agreement by taking more than one wife.

Then the Citadel faction echoed this sentiment, sending a raven to Grand Scholar Melos, asking him to advise the king.

It caused quite a stir at the time; half of Westeros was talking about it.

In the end, Uncle Viserys was furious.

It was Aemon who rode Vormisor to the old town, first circling the old town three times, then circling the towering tower of the Hightower family three times, until he landed at the entrance of the Great Cathedral of Stars.

The archbishop at the time secluded himself in a secret chamber, saying he wanted to emulate the archbishop before Aegon the Conqueror's coronation and seek answers from the Seven.

Imon and Vomisor kept watch in the Great Cathedral of Stars for seven days and seven nights, while the Archbishop did not eat or drink anything for seven days and seven nights in his secret chamber.

On the eighth day, the archbishop, who was dizzy from hunger, was carried out.

Just one sentence:

"The Seven Gods have agreed."

Having received a satisfactory reply, Imon calmly rode Vomisor away.

The "great archbishop" was fed some rice porridge, and miraculously, his pale face regained color, and he slowly recovered.

But everyone in the elite circles of the seven kingdoms knew that the Seven Gods' answer was utter nonsense.

The archbishop was simply afraid of dragon flames and hid in his secret chamber for seven days.

During that time, even if we didn't eat our fill, we were always kept alive by rice porridge.

On the eighth day, he pretended to agree, using the excuse that the seven gods had given their consent, and managed to maintain a good reputation.

Otherwise, who could survive for seven days without a drop of water?

The last archbishop who did this starved to death right after he finished speaking.

What is the Academy City going to do?

Renilla was full of disdain.

"I don't know, and it's not important."

Imon remained indifferent, reassuringly saying, "Don't worry about it. At most, we'll send an informant to annoy people when Melos dies."

There are many more conflicts between the royal family and the Citadel.

During Aemon's infamous "Oldtown Dragon Walk" across the Seven Kingdoms, he completely disregarded the Citadel.

This is an absolutely infuriating slap in the face.

Upon returning to King's Landing, he sought out Allison, who was deeply concerned about his family.

The following day, the Hightower family cut their financial support for the Citadel in half.

Furthermore, due to Aemon's obstinacy, all the maesters sent by the Citadel to King's Landing's dragon pit and Dragonstone to observe and record the dragons were dismissed and sent back.

This ensured the Targaryens' authority and mystery to the greatest extent possible, while simultaneously trampling on the reputation of the Citadel and subjecting it to a second, frenzied humiliation.

The City of Cults lacks the influence of the Seven Gods' faith and dares not provoke or provoke.

They suffered a huge loss, but dared not express any dissatisfaction.

Several years have passed in the blink of an eye, and finally, there are signs of retaliation.

"How about I ride Syracuse to Old Town again?"

Renilla's expression was resolute.

"Renera, sit down."

Imon intervened in time.

Threatening tactics once is enough; using them too often will only make you appear weak and ineffective.

Moreover, Syracuse's size isn't intimidating enough.

"Hmph, let Academy City off the hook for now, we'll deal with Melos after he's dead."

Renilla gave a soft snort, her haughty nose almost sticking out.

"Melos won't die."

"Imon affirmed."

At the beginning of the year, he was perfectly fine, healthy enough to eat two bowls of millet in one meal, and he kept pestering his uncle with his medicine box to change the prescription for treating the Iron Throne cut.

How could something suddenly become unusable after a few months?

According to Blood Dragon Dance's records, this old dog lived for 6 years before dying from an accidental fall.

The contents of my uncle's letter are highly suspicious.

It's possible that this old dog and some ambitious people dug this pit.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

A knock sounded at the palace door, and a thin maidservant said timidly, "Your Highness, Princess, Prince Aegon has sent word that Prince Aymond has chased after a wild dragon."

(End of this chapter)