Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 268 Mission Impossible Within a Mission Impossible (Happy May Day!)
The next day.

King's Landing, early morning.

Imon sat in the conference hall of the Mega Tower, gazing out the window listlessly.

Below is the Sacred Tree Forest.

The canopy of the weirwood tree sways gently, and a delicate lucky bag hangs from a branch, rustling in the wind along with its red leaves.

"Luck +1..."

Eamon chuckled, feeling that the 88 points of essence were well worth the price.

The lucky bag contains a small slip of paper with your name on it, and it is refreshed every day.

+1 or 0, the effect is not cumulative.

Eamon called them lucky days and normal days, eliminating the probability of bad luck.

"Viserys I, here!"

The Imperial Guards stood at the door and announced in a loud voice.

Viserys and a group of courtiers filed in.

Viserys smiled and nodded at Aemon when he saw him.

Let's get back to today's major events.

"Prince Aegon participated in the war between Highgarden and Oldtown without authorization, and accidentally injured Lord Garland Tyrell while riding the Sunfire. His behavior was extremely bad."

Leonor stood up and launched a righteous and eloquent impeachment.

“Aegon has committed a grave error. I urge you all to discuss a way to mitigate the damage.”

Viserys acknowledged his eldest son's mistake and hoped that his ministers could offer advice and help him sort out the mess.

Imon rested his chin on his hand, observing quietly.

He appeared in King's Landing because he had carried Vormisor back overnight.

Aegon has grown up and is quietly accomplishing great things.

This is a very big deal.

The royal family rashly intervened in the conflict between two noble families.

Furthermore, Aegon also supports the nominal rebels, his maternal relatives, the Oldtown Hightower.

The impact is so great, it's obvious even to a child.

More importantly, Aegon rode the Sunfire and crippled the newly appointed Duke of Highgarden.

The Tyrell family only has this one son in the main line.

Do you think this is the old gardener family?
The Imperial Council was remarkably united in its handling of both political and public opinion matters.

Whether it's the royalist Leonor, the Greens' Otto and Melos, or the Black Party's close associates Tyran, or the self-contained Sea Serpent Corliss.

They all discussed things diligently, trying to minimize the impact.

"I believe the first step must be to bring Prince Aegon under control to prevent the dragons from intervening in the war again."

Corliss employs swift and decisive tactics.

Leonor said with a grim face, "Prince Aegon lost contact as soon as he arrived in the Reach, and now he is being hailed as a 'hero' in the Hightoar army. There is simply no way to control him."

"I'll write him a letter, telling him not to get involved."

Otto is disabled but determined.

"The one who has now instigated the rebellion and incited Prince Aegon to join the war is none other than your nephew, Lord Otto."

Leonor was full of doubts.

"You believe I'm the mastermind behind this?"

Otto narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I just think you should proactively distance yourself from the situation to avoid unnecessary reputational damage."

Leonor's unusually tough stance.

This involves a bottom-line issue.

In the past, the old town of Haithar was powerful, and the Green Party could do whatever they wanted.

The situation changes instantly when someone can actively rebel against their lord and even coerce a mentally challenged prince.

Beyond palace intrigue, it rises to the level of kingdom stability.

Today, Otto must be crushed.

Otto understood this as well, gazing at Leonor with a calm expression that concealed turbulent emotions.

"Enough! This is a royal meeting, not a marketplace for you to argue."

Just as tensions were about to escalate, Viserys slammed his fist on the table and called a halt.

Fight! Fight! Fight!
All they know is internal strife.

If we don't come up with a solution soon, nobles will rebel against the Targaryens tomorrow.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

Otto looked away and sighed, "The strangeness of my brother's death has left me still grieving."

In short, Haitar is portrayed as a rebel, creating a victim's halo around him.

Viserys' eyes flickered, but he remained silent.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there's something wrong with the trigger for the war between Highgarden and Oldtown.

But none of that matters.

The important thing is that the mess is getting bigger and bigger, and who will clean it up?

At this moment, Tyrande timidly raised his hand and said, "Why don't we send a representative to first control Prince Aegon, and then mediate the conflict between the two sides in the war?"

Viserys finally heard what he wanted to hear and hurriedly asked, "Who's going?"

Imon turned his head away.

Sizzle!
So you were waiting for me here?
You treat even though you're not my biological son, but I, your nephew, like dirt?

If you're so capable, go do it yourself.

“Imon…”

Viserys, beaming, was about to ask him for a favor.

Boom boom boom!
A royal guard rang the door urgently, saying anxiously, "Your Majesty, a letter from the Reach."

"Send it up."

Viserys immediately took it seriously.

Aemon raised an eyebrow, guessing the gist of the matter; he figured Aemon had joined the war.

Given the distance from the Reach to King's Landing, it would take ravens at least three to five days to reach their destination.

The battlefield is ever-changing, and too many things can happen in an instant.

as predicted.

After reading the letter, Viserys' face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and his breathing became rapid and slow.

There's too much content; it's hard to digest.

Better than expected, and worse than expected.

"I'll take my leave now."

As Aemon got up and walked out, he said casually, "The dragons' involvement in the noble wars involves the Dragon Council's handling of the matter. Call me if you need anything."

Having said that, he walked out with an upright posture.

The ministers were all taken aback, and even Renilla, who was sitting to the side, looked puzzled.

Use your not-so-bright brain to make bold guesses.

Is Amon trying to regain control of the Dragon Council?
...

Yes, that's it.

As Aemon stepped outside, he began to ponder the consequences of splitting up the Reach.

Highgarden and Oldtown are at war, to the point of irreconcilable conflict.

The next step is for one of Aegon or Aemond to remain in the Reach, serving as an anchor point for the royal family to divide the power of Highgarden.

But as is the case now, the thoughts of the dragon riders are uncontrollable.

They have dragons, so they can do whatever they want.

If the royal family wants to punish them, they must take the Dragon Clan Conference seriously.

To put it bluntly...

To provide a superficial guarantee to the nobles of the seven kingdoms.

With the guarantee of the Dragon Council, Aemon could rightfully act as the administrator of the Seven Kingdoms, doing whatever he pleased.

In the name of royal power, the rights and interests of the nobility were severely suppressed.

Do you think the nobles might see through this and conspire to rebel?

Without the Dragon Council, what would happen if Aegon, a free dragon rider, could freely participate in the struggles between nobles?

The royal family is wealthy and powerful; they can afford to lose money.

But how many lives do you have to fight against a dragon's nobles?

In the end, the royal family was still required to establish a set of restrictions to ensure basic personal safety.

The Dragon Council makes its dazzling debut.

……

Let's get back to the river bend.

Haitar's army turned defeat into victory, and their morale soared to its peak.

Mondstadt rallied his remaining troops and summoned a second batch of vassals, marching in a mighty force toward Highgarden.

This time, the marching speed was noticeably slower, prioritizing stability.

With the dragons' help, any ambush or city is a joke.

With the Highgarden army severely damaged and Garan Tyrell's fate unknown, Highgarden is likely in complete chaos.

He can win the war if he proceeds steadily and surely.

With that in mind, they traveled for three consecutive days.

Day four, early morning.

Haithar's army arrived at Highgarden, completely surrounding the triple-walled white castle.

"My lord, shall we attack?"

Lord Rockton inquired.

He is the patriarch of House Roxton, one of the six major vassals of the old town of Hightower.

The clan possesses a Valyrian steel sword passed down through generations, "The Orphan Maker," which is currently worn at his waist.

"Wait a minute, instruct the soldiers to set up camp."

Mond still intends to play it safe.

"Yes, my lord."

Lord Rockton withdrew.

Mond then summoned a knight and instructed him: "Go to the Highgarden, see Duke Garland and Earl Thaddeus, and tell them that if they surrender, they can be granted leniency."

"Yes, sir." The knight's blood boiled.

After the others left, Mond nodded in satisfaction, determined to take Highgarden before him.

My father is dead.

But his uncle Otto was a royal attendant, and his cousin Allison was the current queen.

His nephew Aegon even personally helped him defeat Highgarden.

Will this have a negative impact?
Mond didn't care at all.

Once the war is won, missionaries will naturally debate the scriptures for him.

In life, one must have a broad perspective.

The politics of King's Landing had already been clearly analyzed for him when his father, Hobert Hightower, was still alive.

The king never intended to replace Princess Renella.

When Princess Renella's marriage to Aemon, the "Regent" who controlled the Valley, was arranged, the Hightoar family consciously went into hiding.

A legitimate heir without real power, and a powerful prince lacking in righteousness.

With these two together, what's there to argue about?

The Hightower family continues its usual underhanded approach, simply waiting for the Green Party's four children to grow up.

Power, in the final analysis, stems from strength.

A true king never emphasizes to others, "I am the king."

No matter how powerful Renée and Eamon are, the four Green Party children, once they grow up, will be enough to rival them.

Hobert Hightower had a long-term vision. From the moment the royal family annexed the Three Kingdoms of Women, he foresaw that in the next few decades or centuries, the seven kingdoms would embark on a path of conquest.

With Haittal's support from the Green Party's four children, providing both financial and practical assistance, he'll eventually rise to prominence.

No matter how cunning he was, he didn't expect that Aemon planned to consolidate power internally before conquering other countries.

Before he could even realize his ambitions, he died in a daze on the back of a stallion in heat.

"Father, don't worry."

Mondl's gaze was resolute as he murmured to himself, "Once I conquer Highgarden and become the new Warden of the South, I will be able to better support Aegon and elevate the Hightoar bloodline to its highest position."

Hobert: ...

You son of a bitch

They want you to develop stealthily behind the scenes, but you insist on stepping into the limelight and attracting hatred.

Time passed bit by bit.

At noon, the sun was extremely hot.

The knight who was sent to persuade them to surrender has returned.

It came back in several pieces.

Count Donald stood atop Highgarden walls and sneered, "Damn Hightar, come and attack if you dare!"

Mondl was instantly enraged and gave the order: "Attack the city!"

Thousands of soldiers braved a hail of arrows, carrying ladders and pushing siege engines as they approached the city gate.

The defending troops were not to be underestimated.

A barrage of boulders, logs, and hot oil transformed the scene into a bloody and brutal spectacle.

"Kagerou, it's our turn to make a move."

Aegon patted Sunfire's neck and climbed onto the dragon's back with great interest.

He's a knight now.

There is also a dragon, and that is the dragon knight.

Yesterday, I received a letter from Linman and Larry, who are in the old town.

The former advised him not to participate in the war and to honestly return to King's Landing to admit his mistakes.

You pedantic old man, you deserve to be disliked in the imperial council.

The latter told him a story about how his cousin, Aemon, seized power in the Vale with the help of a dragon and his maternal relatives, the Royce family.

After reading it, Aegon felt as if he had been enlightened, and he began to feel elated.

Can someone like me achieve great things?
Once High Court is captured, can he stay and have his father bestow upon him the title of "Prince of the Reach"?

"Charge, Kagerou!"

Aegon grew increasingly excited, even forgetting High Valyrian.

"Hiss!"

As expected of the Foreign Language Dragon, Kagerou flapped its wings and soared into the sky.

On the battlefield.

The soldiers on both sides were locked in fierce combat when suddenly a giant golden dragon flew by.

"Long live Prince Aegon!"

"Long live Aegon..."

The Haitars roared and shouted, witnessing the scene of a giant dragon burning through the city walls.

"grown ups?"

At Highgarden, a lieutenant advised Earl Donald to lay low for the time being.

"Need not."

Earl Donald's gaze was deep, his hands gripping the stone plaster on the wall.

"Dragon Flame!"

Igor gave the order.

"Hiss!!"

Suddenly, a second loud roar rang out, and a brownish-black dragon soared into the air from the Highgarden Garden.

"Attack! Sheep thief!"

Imond, dressed in civilian clothes, immediately ordered the car to be rammed.

Yang Yan unleashed a burst of dragonfire at the wall, only to be caught off guard and pounced on by the Mud Dragon. The two giant dragons tumbled and roared in mid-air.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

Aegon's body shook violently as he roared in anger.

Imond remained silent, gripping the straps on the dragon saddle tightly, letting the sheep thief tear at the sunburn.

Just now, he joined the High Court's side.

Recalling Lady Ciri's sweet kiss...

Imond quickly shook his head, shaking off the unpleasant yellow waste.

His cousin, Amon, gave him a letter.

Aegon's siding with Oldtown Hightower was a grave insult to the impartiality of the royal family.

Even if we manage to control him, we can't undo the damage.

Imond agreed with this.

Galan was a gentle and kind gentleman who treated him very well.

However, during the charge, he was burned and crippled by Aegon.

This is something that no amount of compensation can make up for.

Therefore, Imon offered advice.

He represented the royal family in supporting the High Court to suppress the rebellious old town of Haitar.

That way, public opinion of the royal family would improve.

Imond was hesitant at first.

However, the letter mentions Aegon's mistake, his return to King's Landing for severe punishment, and that making amends would be a great achievement... and so on.

Imond believed that brothers were meant to be sold.
"Let's go, sheep thief!"

During the battle, Imond ordered the sheep thief to break away from the fight and flee into the distance.

"Chase after him, Yang Yan!"

Aegon, unable to tolerate this, pursued the enemy in a fit of rage.

The two dragons, one after the other, disappeared into the clouds on the horizon.

"what?"

Mond was stunned.

Whether it's war or child's play, we can just leave whenever we want.

"Quickly, retreat!"

Mondl gritted his teeth, letting reason prevail.

Over the past few days, the army of 5,000 men has been reorganized piecemeal.

They dared to attack High Court, whose army numbered over ten thousand, only because of the dragon.

Without the dragon, wouldn't this be like throwing an egg against a rock?

boom!
Just then, the gates of High Court suddenly swung open.

"I will be the vanguard!"

Earl Donald raised the Valyrian steel sword "Heartbreaker" and led a thousand heavily armored cavalrymen out in single file.

The roles of offense and defense have shifted.

"My lord, you go quickly, I will cover the rear."

Count Roxton stood in front of Mondstadt, using his clan sword "Orphan Maker" to deflect the incoming arrows.

Mondl had no time for sentimentality; he mounted his warhorse and rode off.

The several hundred light cavalrymen moved quickly, breaking through in the direction they had come from.

If we don't run now, we won't be able to escape once the heavily armored cavalry surrounds us.

Boom! Boom! ...

Before they had even left the High Court area, a small group appeared ahead.

Mond was surprised; who would be courting death at this time?

When you see who it is.

A towering figure, seven or eight meters tall, with a body that looked like it was carved from jade, stood in the middle of the road, holding a giant shield and a meteor hammer.

"What is this thing?!"

Mond's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"beat?"

The Emerald Giant lowered his head and looked at the small warhorse at his feet.

A silver-armored knight rode on a warhorse, removing his helmet to reveal the handsome face of Garwin Hightoar.

Hearing the giant's question, Garwin looked helplessly at his cousin, the count, and licked his lips: "Beat him!"

(End of this chapter)