Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 244 The Legend of the Sheep Thief

River valley, north.

The vast hillsides, varying in height, are covered with lush grass and nestled against green mountains and clear waters.

"Huhuhu..."

Imond was panting heavily as he ran.

Yes, the Dragon Trainers are back.

He chased after a brown wild dragon he had never seen before, which roamed the valley.

"Ha, I'm sure I'll succeed."

Imond's throat was parched, and he swallowed hard, barely managing to keep going.

That wild dragon was huge!
If we can tame it, then let's see who dares to underestimate it.

thump!
Running for a long time led to exhaustion, and I slipped and fell flat on my face.

"Hey, it hurts."

Imond was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes.

After whimpering on the ground for a while, it used the last bit of strength to get up.

Looking up, I saw a babbling brook flowing among the rocks.

"Great!"

Imond's eyes lit up, and he quickly rushed to the stream and scooped up water with both hands to drink.

After taking a few puffs, not satisfied, he lay down on the ground and blew on his lips.

When you're hungry, drinking water can help you feel full.

"Haha, haven't you heard that there's always a way out?"

Imond laughed heartily after drinking his fill and continued his pursuit.

Bang! Bang! ...

After running for a while, Imond turned pale, clutched his stomach, found a large rock, squatted down, and took off his pants.

Have you not heard that fortune and misfortune are interdependent?

I drank until I was stuffed on an empty stomach and when I was exhausted, and then continued to run intensely.

Not only was the water churning in his stomach, but the unbearable diarrhea was enough to make him suffer for a long time.

"Ah, it hurts!"

Imond was sweating profusely, trying to pull but unable to.

The brat learned his lesson once for his lack of common sense, but he still hasn't learned his lesson.

I regret not listening to my cousin and studying to enrich myself first.

*Pfft! Pfft! Sizzle...*

Imond transforms into a jetpack fighter, but his body is severely dehydrated.

"Hurry up, get into the mountains and set up the traps as soon as possible."

Suddenly, a series of noisy footsteps came from not far away.

Imond looked up abruptly, a sense of fear welling up inside him.

why!
Why did he have to meet someone when he was at his most vulnerable?

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was watching, they quickly and carefully hid behind the big rock.

It's a small matter if someone dies from pulling a cart, but a big matter if someone dies in a crowd.

What's even more disheartening is that the footsteps stopped halfway through.

"Take a break and have some water before you go."

A group of hunters, young and old, stood by the stream and washed their faces.

Sizzle! ...

Imond couldn't resist.

"Hey, what's the sound?"

The old hunter, with his messy black hair, had very sharp ears; he straightened up and searched around.

Imond: "Waaaaah."

"Be careful, I'll go look for it."

The old hunter stopped the curious young man and quickly found the right direction, heading towards the large rock.

Da da da……

The crisp sound of each step the hard soles of my shoes made on the stones was like a gong or drumbeat echoing in my ears.

"Who's there?"

The old hunter noticed something amiss and drew his wooden bow from his back.

Boom boom boom!
Imond's heart was pounding; he was so nervous he almost died.

"it's me!!"

Just as the old hunter approached the large rock, Imond moved faster than ever before, pulling up his trousers and emerging from behind the rock.

"I'm looking for something here. Who are you? Are you residents of the valley?"

Imond tried to remain calm and attempted to seduce them.

"you are……"

Upon seeing the other man's appearance and attire, the old hunter tentatively asked, "Could you be that prince of the Targaryens?"

"I'm not!"

Imond seemed to be provoked and quickly denied it.

Today has been embarrassing enough; I absolutely cannot let anyone recognize me.

The old hunter put away his wooden bow and obediently said, "Yes, you are not a Targaryen prince."

Imond: ...

joke.

Look at his silver hair and purple eyes, and the expensive fabric of his clothes.

The town of River Valley is inhabited by some illegitimate children and Valyrians who migrated from across the fjord.

There simply isn't anyone who can possess both a noble air and considerable wealth at the same time.

How do you know so much?

Imond stopped pretending and laid his cards on the table.

“We are residents of River Valley and we all have great respect for the King of the Valley.”

The old hunter looked on with utmost respect.

The title "Prince of the Valley" is used to refer to the seven kingdoms, and the people of the Valley call him "King of the Valley."

That is, Imon, who is currently looking for someone.

"So that's it."

Imond scratched his head.

Surprisingly, the residents of River Valley Town are quite knowledgeable.

The old hunter said gratefully, "It is all thanks to the generosity and kindness of the King of the Valley."

River Valley is now the center of the valley, possessing the best and most abundant resources.

With a permanent population of less than 300,000, it boasts incredibly fertile land in its river valleys.

With the catch from Long Lake, the farming in Eling Valley, and the maritime trade in Seagull Town, most residents lived relatively well.

As people's material lives improve, their spiritual needs will increase.

River Valley Town has special schools and theaters that teach some knowledge common to the seven kingdoms, both directly and indirectly.

Recognizing a Targaryen as royalty is just the most basic thing.

They were not comparable to the poor and ignorant people enslaved by noble lords.

"Your Highness, how can I help you?"

The old hunter looked around, then at the disheveled Imond, and offered to help.

"Do not……"

Imond was about to refuse when a strange sensation in his stomach made him shut up.

Gollum~~
When the old hunter heard his stomach growl, he quickly took out a piece of cut black bread from his pocket and offered it to him.

Imond glanced at it and seemed somewhat disgusted by the texture of the black bread.

However, seeing that there was no bran or sawdust on this piece of bread, he was certain that the residents of the valley had a good quality of life, so he took the black bread and started to eat it in large bites.

Putting aside the taste, the firmness is absolutely authentic.

"Please have some water."

The old hunter hurriedly picked up the water bag.

"Don't drink!"

Upon hearing that it was water, Imond's face paled even more.

They finished eating in no time.

Imond wiped his mouth and promised, "I will repay you."

Then, he recounted chasing the wild dragon and asked if the other party had seen it. "It's a sheep thief!"

The old hunter turned pale at the mention of dragons.

The other young people walked over, and immediately became alert upon hearing this.

"Do you know about that wild dragon?"

Imond exclaimed in delight.

For a moment, I even forgot about my stomachache.

"Wild dragons that steal sheep are a major scourge of the valley."

The old hunter nodded, his face serious.

Imond was overjoyed and began to delve into the questions.

The old hunter, wanting to stop the other party from chasing the cruel and cunning wild dragon, revealed everything he knew.

"The Wild Dragon Sheep Thief is a beast that appeared in the valley a few years ago. It is cruel, greedy, and cunning, and loves to steal the shepherd's sheep to fill its belly."

“Every time this dragon appears, a large number of shepherds will encounter it.”

"Won't it hurt people?"

Imond asked, puzzled.

The old hunter's face showed sadness, and he said in a low voice, "In the beginning, some shepherds, along with their sheepdogs, were burned to death by the sheep thieves in an attempt to stop it."

Imond didn't know.

Among the wild dragons, the sheep thief is arguably the most wicked.

Before the Glutton died, it only stole dragon eggs and hunted young dragons, and never showed itself to humans again.

Gray Shadow was a complete slacker, and was tricked into going to the river valley early on.

Only a sheep thief, roughly the age of a third-generation dragon, has a passion for hunting sheep belonging to humans, and dares to injure people when conflicts arise.

It seems that besides eating sheep, beating up the poor shepherds and sheepdogs is their biggest hobby.

"It was only when the King of the Valley and Lady Lannar rode dragons that the sheep thief was driven out of the valley that it finally stopped."

The old hunter composed himself and said, "When it reappeared later, it only dared to eat sheep, and would hide whenever it saw people."

"What a cunning dragon."

Imond exclaimed in surprise.

"Sheep thieves are synonymous with despicable and shameless people in the valley. For your safety, it would be best to return to River Valley Town first."

Several young people chattered amongst themselves, trying to claim credit for escorting the royal family.

Imond, of course, would not agree and was about to refuse.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, a sharp dragon roar rang out, drawing everyone's attention.

Imond looked up and saw again the giant dragon with its distinctive brownish-brown body.

"It's a sheep thief, get down!"

The old hunter cried out in alarm and ducked to the ground.

The valley dwellers were less accepting of dragons than the people of King's Landing who saw them every day, and they had an instinctive fear of the cunning wild dragons that were passed down by word of mouth.

Before long, the brownish-black wild dragon in the sky flew away.

The old hunter got up, and the silver-haired boy in front of him had disappeared.

……

Lonely Mountain, Dragon Valley.

Imon sat on a blue stone at the entrance, looking up as an ugly, brownish-black dragon flew back into the valley.

"Your Majesty, there is still no news of Prince Imond."

A dragon tamer came to report.

"It's alright, Targaryens won't die in the Vale."

Imon waved.

The dragon tamer respectfully withdrew.

"Ugh!"

When he was all alone, Aemon let out a long sigh.

When will that kid Imond be able to channel some of his unwavering determination to tame dragons into intelligence?

Why is Dragon Nest called Dragon Nest?
answer me!
As the king of the valley, if he doesn't know the valley inside and out, would he really turn a blind eye to a wild dragon in his territory?

Since you've happened to spot the sheep thief, just be honest and talk to him about it.

Of course, Aemon, being such a kind person, would tell the other party about the sheep thief's habits and the location of his den.

Why bother going out alone to chase after it?

Moreover, the departure was even more hasty than last time, with no food or drink brought along.

Imon kept shaking his head.

This is why he governed the valley so well that not a single Targaryen in distress would starve.

But Imond's intelligence is truly worrying.

That was too reckless.

On the other side, outside Lonely Mountain.

Imond circled a small area north of the valley, then huffed and puffed as he ran back to where he started.

"This is... River Valley Town?"

Looking at the towering white city walls in his line of sight, Imond was completely dumbfounded.

What about all that effort I put into chasing after them?
"Imond, you're back?"

A surprised voice rang out.

Then they saw a green baby dragon following Jaheris, holding a string of candied hawthorns in its hand, looking at its second uncle who had come and gone in a hurry with surprise.

"Xiao Jie, who are you talking to?"

Benedict and Renia walked in hand in hand, each holding a cotton candy.

These are all delicacies researched by their father, and they are popular in the seven kingdoms.

"You, you..."

Imond pointed with one finger, his voice trembling.

"Shh, he seems to have suffered a great blow."

Jaeheris grabbed his two younger sisters, intending to sneak away.

"Bring it to you!"

Enraged, Imond kicked Jaeheris's little bottom and snatched the candied hawthorn that he hadn't even had a chance to eat yet.

"Xiao Jie!!"

The twins were horrified as they watched their older brother fly away.

"You two too."

Imond snatched the marshmallow again and stormed out of the city gate in front of the guards.

My cousin once said that sugar is the best source of nutrition.

Then don't blame him for being ruthless.

"stop!"

By the time the search party arrived, Imond had already vanished.

……

It's approaching dusk.

Unfamiliar with the terrain, Imond climbed mountains and forded rivers, first crossing one side of the solitary mountain, and then sneaking into Dragon Valley through a small path covered with bushes.

"Pah, why doesn't Imon know how to fix the roads?"

Imond was covered in tatters and spat out a blade of grass from the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, he finally got in.

"Hiss!"

A giant, brown dragon slowly coiled overhead and landed somewhere in the valley as the sun was about to set.

"It hasn't left yet."

Imond smiled and stood on a high place, overlooking the movements of the wild dragon sheep thieves.

From a distance, I could vaguely see a dragon's shadow climbing up the mountain rocks and disappearing into a smoking cave.

"found it!"

Imond confirmed his direction, jumped down from the high place, and slid down the steep slope of the mountain.

In the blink of an eye, they slid into the valley, their bodies pierced by bushes and thorns.

It’s time to say it or not.

This kid is exceptionally talented; he's mastered parkour.

(End of this chapter)