Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 262 The Great Fire of Highgarden
"Oh?"

Amon looked a little confused, then nodded perfunctorily.

"You're not interested?"

Larry never expected this.

Aegon's mind went blank for a moment, then he said uncertainly, "I'm doing just fine in King's Landing, why would I want to come out and build a castle?"

Why strive when you can just lie down and relax?
This person is really crazy!

"I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm really thirsty."

Aegon shook his head, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

"and many more……"

Larry completely miscalculated.

The two of them are completely on different thought processes.

But what the speaker meant was taken seriously by the listener.

Not far away.

Aymond came to find Aegon and happened to overhear two people talking in secret.

"River bends, expanding territory?"

Imond was instantly smitten.

He's not Aegon; as the king's eldest son, he's always the center of attention wherever he goes.

As the second son, he had neither a fiefdom nor any wealth.

Only Aegon would shamelessly freeload.

If only I had my own castle...

On the fighting field.

The two evenly matched knights decided the winner.

Garland, with his rich experience, triumphed, kicking over the relentlessly attacking Sir Mondl and snatching his shield to unleash a barrage of blows.

Mondl was smashed to the ground, rolling around, his silver armor covered in mud, struggling but unable to get up.

Amid cheers from the ladies, both sides left the stage.

"Haha, Garan has practiced swordsmanship since childhood, and his strength should not be underestimated."

Old Tyrell patted his belly and laughed, deliberately trying to annoy Hobert beside him.

Hobert's face turned green, and he snorted and got up to leave.

"Hey?"

Old apprentice Lil's smile froze.

On second thought, they've already lost, they're just throwing a tantrum.

Garland returned to the audience, removed his helmet to reveal his handsome face, and once again won cheers from the noble ladies.

There's a strong culture of extravagance in the river bend area.

The most exciting part was over, and the impromptu martial arts competition quickly came to an end.

evening.

The candlelight flickered in the high court, where singing and dancing continued as usual.

Lin Man stopped the two princes and asked in a low voice, "Have you taken a fancy to any noble ladies?"

"They are all beautiful."

Aegon's expression was unreserved.

Lin Man was speechless for a moment, then asked, "I mean, is there anyone you like and would like to get to know better?"

Aegon: "But I'm overwhelmed by all the choices, it seems I'll need to stay a few more days."

They were always thinking of good things.

Earl Hobart hurried over and said sternly, "I have already resigned from my post with the Duke and will return to the old town tomorrow."

"damn it."

Egon was immediately disheartened.

Mond rubbed his bruised cheek and suddenly asked, "When will Princess Helena arrive?"

Imond stopped eating and looked at him warily.

"What is she here for?"

Aegon asked a strange question.

Mond realized he had been a bit presumptuous and laughed, “This is the first time the two princes have ever visited Old Town. Helena should come and see the scenery of the Reach.”

"She is in King's Landing, being looked after by my mother."

Aegon tilted his head and gave a wicked smile: "My dear mother, she is the apple of my eye."

Mondl was too embarrassed to speak.

As expected of someone with true dragon blood, this unrestrained nephew isn't stupid.

"I'm stuffed."

Imond remained indifferent and walked alone into the crowd.

Linman and Mond were both somewhat surprised, wondering what they had done to offend each other.

Earl Hobart's eyes narrowed, sensing something amiss.

"Don't worry about him."

Yi Geng didn't care at all.

Imond was in a bad mood and wandered aimlessly into the noisy hall.

Mondl's question was not without ulterior motives, which he disliked.

The elder sister did not want a marriage alliance, which caused considerable conflict in King's Landing.

Instead of offering help, the Haitar family, her maternal relatives, wanted to take advantage of her misfortune.

He suddenly didn't want to go back to the old town.

"You're alone again, Prince?"

Garland, holding a glass of wine, noticed the sullen Imond.

Imond looked up.

A few minutes later.

Imond returned to Lord Hobert and informed him that he had been invited by the Tyrell family to stay at Highgarden for a period of time.

Hobart looked displeased, but he couldn't command a prince.

Egon insisted on staying.

With promises from both Linman and Mond, he reluctantly agreed to return to the old town.

After nightfall.

The guests then departed and returned to their assigned rooms to rest.

Aemond left the drunken Aegon behind and went back to his room alone, full of disgust.

In the end, it was Mondl who carried his incredibly heavy nephew.

The nights in Highgarden are also beautiful.

However, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, a great fire broke out in Highgarden's castle.

"Help! Fire!"

"Fetch water..."

The servants and guards rushed to fetch water from all directions to put out the fire.

But the fire was too big to stop in time.

The nobles were awakened and fled in barely clothed condition.

Boom boom boom!
"Wake up, Prince."

Imond was half asleep in his room when he was awakened by a series of urgent knocks on the door.

I got out of bed and opened the door, and the smell of smoke hit my nostrils.

The fire was out of control, and the outside was a deep red.

With two guards by his side, Larry said earnestly, "Your Highness, Highgarden is on fire. We must hurry and rendezvous with Lord Hobert."

"it is good."

Imond was momentarily stunned and passively followed the other side in their escape.

Fortunately, the fire was discovered in time, preventing a greater disaster.

The next day, early morning.

"what!!"

A piercing scream echoed throughout the high court. Lady Xirui, her beautiful face streaked with soot and tears, collapsed onto a stretcher covered with a white sheet.

At this time, in Highgarden, the upper floors of the castle were burned down, and servants carried out stretchers carrying charred corpses that had not had time to escape.

Pfft!
Garland, looking dazed, knelt down beside Lady Sirius.

Last night, the old Duke Tyrell was fast asleep in his room, but he couldn't escape the calamity.

When the body was discovered in the morning, it was pinned down by a stone at the doorway.

"Damn it, I almost died!!"

Aegon, enraged, broke the silence with a loud shout.

Count Hobart was stunned and had no interest in anything else.

"By the Seven Gods!"

Lin Man, the little old man, was trembling with relief, and he made a seven-pointed star gesture in front of his chest with his hand.

The Duke of Highgarden was burned to death; this must be reported to the King.

Imond stood quietly by, motionless as if stunned.

"Prince, please accept my condolences."

Larry stayed by his side, offering a seemingly sad but comforting word.

Imond was stunned for a long time: "That's not my relative, there's nothing to grieve for."

……

Harrenhal.

After reading the letter, Aemon exclaimed in astonishment, "The Duke of Tyrell is dead?"

The fire didn't kill many guests, but it did kill the castle's owner.

It has a slightly eerie feel to it.

It should be noted that the Duke of Tyrell was originally supposed to live until the eve of the "Dance of the Dragons," leaving behind an infant son before his death.

But now, the situation is extremely wrong.

"The sudden and brutal death of the Duke of Tyrell led his son, the Duke of Garland Tyrell, to suspect the Hightoar family of being responsible, and a confrontation broke out at the funeral."

Renilla looked worried.

The letter was sent by Lord Linman, in duplicate, one copy to King's Landing and the other to Harrenhal.

Aemon shook his head: "This is indeed strange."

But to say that the Hightoar family did it...

Imon put a question mark.

"What do we do now? Should we call Aegon and Aymond back?"

Renilla did not want the royal family involved.

Aemon said, "No, it's already happened." He thought maliciously, the death of the old Lord Tyrell might not necessarily be a bad thing.

It would be best if Highgarden Tyrell and Oldtown Hightower fought each other.

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door, a bit urgent.

"Come in."

"Imon asked in surprise."

Squeak!

Sir Simon pushed open the door and entered, looking tense: "Your Highness, there is an unusual guest waiting for you under the weirwood in the Sacred Woods."

"guest?"

Aemon wondered who would come looking for him.

"You'll find out when you go and see."

Sir Simon was restless and gestured to his waist: "So tall, and it can talk. It says it's your friend."

"okay, I get it."

Immanuel immediately realized that it was the "cattle and horse" squirrel people who lived in the Green Ridge of the River Valley.

……

End of July.

After Highgarden's funeral, Garland, still overwhelmed with grief, apologized for questioning Earl Hobart.

Mead Riverbank.

Earl Hobart rode at the head of the procession, expressionless.

“Father, we have a clear conscience, there’s no need to worry about it so much.”

Mond rode alongside, offering words of advice and encouragement.

He actually understands his father quite well.

In full view of everyone, he was accused of murdering the lord who had been granted the title of king.

This is not only an insult to an individual, but also a contempt for the Hightoar family.

No one could remain calm without getting angry.

Earl Hobert, his gaze fixed ahead, said coldly, "Don't contact anyone from Highgarden for the time being. Let's focus on arranging the prince's marriage and let that hothead Garland go crazy."

"But Imond didn't come back."

Sir Mond lamented.

The High Court needs to be rebuilt after the fire, and the somber atmosphere is not suitable for visitors.

Imond made up an excuse and rode the sheep thief alone around the Reach.

No amount of persuasion could change anything.

Earl Hobert remained calm and said indifferently, "We just need to keep Aegon in check. News has come from King's Landing that Princess Helena has run away from home on her dragon, and the King's attitude is unclear."

Viserys was indecisive and not nearly as wise and decisive as the centenarian king.

But even the most unsuitable king for the Iron Throne is still a king.

The Hightower family must recognize their true identity.

"Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up!"

Aegon galloped away on a white warhorse, disrupting the march of the troops.

Sir Mond's expression changed, and he intended to stop him.

"No need."

Earl Hobart tried to stop them, saying indifferently, "Aegon isn't riding a dragon with us, so it won't take much time. It's better than the old man and the crooked-legged man sitting in the carriage."

Sir Mond had no choice but to give up.

It was still early, and the old town was right in front of us.

"Xu~~"

Suddenly, Earl Hobart's warhorse became restless, stopping in place and kicking its hind legs.

Earl Hobart was taken aback.

Just as he was about to calm the horse down, it suddenly bolted away.

"Father!"

Sir Mond was greatly alarmed upon seeing this.

The warhorse ran faster and faster, and no matter how Earl Hobert tried, it was no use; it slipped away from the column in a flash.

Earl Hobart, being middle-aged, could no longer withstand the turbulence.

The warhorse tripped over a stone and fell off without warning, horse and rider alike.

Click!

When Sir Mond arrived, he found only his warhorse lying on its side, thrashing about, and his father, who had been crushed unconscious under its belly.

"Quickly, summon the scholar!"

Panic-stricken cries echoed along the banks of the Mead River.

……

Old town, towering pagoda.

In front of the lord's bedroom door.

Sir Mondl paced back and forth in the corridor, his face tense.

It's been three hours already.

The student who was being rescued is still not out.

Aegon and Linman were also in the corridor, anxiously awaiting the result.

"Oh dear, this is troublesome."

Lin Man took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

The old Duke of Tyrell has just passed away; if anything were to happen to the Earl of Hobart, it would be big news in the Reach.

stomping on...

Footsteps came from downstairs.

A middle-aged man dressed as a knight came upstairs with a serious expression and said, "The groom noticed something was wrong. The Earl's stallion was affected by Prince Aegon's mare in heat, which caused it to lose control and break free."

"What, me?"

Egon was stunned.

"It's not you."

Ser Mondl's eyes were bloodshot as he said bitterly, "Your warhorse was a gift from Highgarden; it was the Tyrells who did this!"

Squeak!

The door to the lord's bedroom opened, and an old scholar emerged, his brow beaded with sweat.

"what's the situation?"

Sir Mond grabbed him and asked anxiously.

The old scholar, his expression sorrowful, said in a muffled voice, "The warhorse broke the Earl's spine, and he is still unconscious, but..."

The rest is self-evident.

In Westeros, where medical conditions are limited, a broken spine is basically a death sentence.

"Galan Tyrell!!"

Sir Mondl shuddered, his whole body trembling.

Lin Man's expression changed drastically, and she quietly slipped away with Egan.

……

Harrenhal.

Under a thick, pale weirwood tree in the Sacred Tree Forest.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, there is an ominous aura about this castle."

The forest child, Leaf, peeked out curiously, then covered its tiny nose.

"curse?"

Imon asked, puzzled.

Ye Zi shook her head: "I don't know, but it has a fishy smell."

Immon thought about it and realized that there were indeed some strange rumors about Harrenhal.

Harrenhal has changed hands several times in a century, and is believed to have been built by the heartless Harrenhal, who committed too many atrocities, with human blood mixed in with the mortar used to build the castle.

Therefore, this is a castle rejected and cursed by the gods.

Those who live in the castle and their families will not have a good end.

At first glance, it seems to make sense, and upon closer inspection, it really does.

By the time of the War of the Five Kings, the family living in Harrenhal had once again died out.

However, Imon believes that human factors, particularly geographical location, accounted for a larger proportion of the cause of the disaster.

The Hejian region was a battleground on four fronts, and a strategic location fought over by military strategists.

If they can't withstand the chaos of war, it's normal for their entire clan to be wiped out.

Aemon, wary, then asked, "Why did you follow me?"

Instead of making little pumpkin bombs for him in Green Ridge, he came here to slack off and do nothing.

"I am free, not your slave."

Its golden-green eyes were as big as walnuts, and its youthful face was puffed up with anger.

Coupled with a mature woman's magnetic voice...

Extremely contrasting.

"Then deliver the goods."

Aemon reached out his hand.

"No, no."

Ye Zi was startled and clutched the green handbag at her waist.

The handbag was embroidered with a lifelike weirwood tree, and the craftsmanship was clearly from Alisson.

It was embroidered by Allison at Eamon's request, and then given to the Squirrel Man as a gift.

Reward the other party for their diligent and conscientious dedication (working like a horse or ox).

A slight smile played on Imon's lips as he brought up the [Magic Essence Panel].

Aemon Targaryen

Talent: Dreamer (Gold)
Bloodline: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (58.5%)

Skills: Archery (100% accuracy), Horsemanship (Top-tier), Swordsmanship (Mastery)...

Sorcery: Binding Spell (Mastery), Burning Rune (Proficiency), Solidification Rune (Proficiency), Illumination (Mastery)...

Magic Cards: Robust and Strong (Blue), Rock Solid - Intermediate (Purple), Kingly Aura (Purple)
Factions: Valley, Myr, Stone Steps Islands, Tass
Equipment: Spatial Ring, "Lament," "Lady of the Void," War Horn, Dual Valyrian Daggers, Pyromancer's Stone Sculpture, Pyromancer's Nightlight
Pets: Golden-nosed Rat (Blue), White Deer (Auspicious Beast)

Comment: "A despicable merchant who exploits the simple-minded children of the forest, just like the ancestors who enslaved people to mine the Fourteen Fire Peaks mine."

Below the panel, next to the golden hourglass: [Essence Quantity: 14212]

Imon's smile widened.

Over the years, he has been so frugal that he wouldn't spend a single drop of his essence.

The sheer amount of essence is enough to power up the [Flame Hammer] once more, carving out another active volcano.

Ye Zi was intimidated by his smile and whispered, "I need your help. People from the tribe are looking for me, and they brought a big guy with them."

(End of this chapter)