Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 273 Otto, Betrayed by All

Imon destroyed the Hightower family, even stripping them of their tower.

But he still spared the Hightoar family some of their fortune.

He had planned it in advance.

Highgarden Tyrell, Rowan of the Golden Tree City, and Old Town Hightar are three parts of the river bend.

Currently, the Qianlier family is facing a generational gap, while the Luowan family holds a dominant position.

The Hightower family will not perish easily, nor is there any need for them to perish.

The Green Party’s masterminds, Hobert Hightower and his son, have been executed, and Otto has been expelled from the Council of Kings.

House Hightower, despite changing masters, remained loyal subjects of the Targaryens.

The candidates have all been chosen.

Garwin Hightall.

Otto's son, Allison's brother.

Garwin was idealistic and ambitious (a hothead), and did not obey Otto's orders.

He and Aegon are uncle and nephew.

Even though Aegon has taken over the Sky Tower and the original vassals of Hightower, Garwin will not break ties with his own nephew.

There's also something rather unique about it.

Otto's Minister of Justice must be removed, and the capital's garrison under his jurisdiction must also be thoroughly cleaned up.

The Golden Robe Clan currently has 5,000 members.

It's time for Garwin to step down as deputy commander.

"Your Highness, this is an unfair handling of the matter!"

Someone stepped forward.

With reddish-brown hair, a pair of festive, protruding ears, and a clan emblem of a "red fox with a wreath" on its chest.

The Florentine family of Brightwater City.

A direct descendant of "Greenhand Garth," an ancient noble family in the Reach.

"What injustice is there?"

Imon's face was cold.

Earl Florence stepped forward, shaking his large ears, and said indignantly, "Prince Aegon burned Duke Garland, and instead of punishing him, you rewarded him handsomely. Isn't this putting personal interests before public duty?"

"Then who do you think should be awarded the title of Tower of Heaven?"

Imon didn't answer, but instead asked a question.

"This……"

The Earl of Florence was momentarily speechless.

Deciding who to award the prize to is indeed a difficult problem.

Aemon glanced coldly and continued, "Should it be granted to the Tyrell family, or to Lord Thaddeus and Lord Donald, who are the commanders?"

"Or perhaps, you, Earl, who's hiding in Brightwater City, offering no real support other than verbal encouragement?"

These words were a resounding slap in the face to the Florentine family.

Florence's face flushed red, and he stammered, unable to speak.

The Florent family of Brightwater City has always upheld the fine tradition of not taking initiative, not refusing, and not taking responsibility.

Like a cunning fox.

The Old Town and Highgarden were at war, and the nobles of half the Reach harbored ill intentions.

They both hoped that the two sides would fight to the death, and that the king would be so angry that he would choose a new Duke of Highgarden.

Aemon's decision greatly contradicted the expectations of the Reach nobles.

"Step back, Florence!"

Count Thaddeus rebuked him angrily.

It doesn't matter who gets the Tower of Heaven, so why all the fuss?

It's hindering his progress!
"Your Highness, we don't even know where Prince Aegon is or whether he is safe."

Another person stepped forward; it was Count Kotoin of Three Towers.

He was a royalist and also a clear member of the Black Party.

Although there were disagreements with Imon's actions, they still chose to support him.

Aemon said, "I will go find Aegon, and Aemonde with me."

Upon hearing this, the nobles of the river bend fell silent.

If Aegon has caused trouble, it will damage the reputation of the royal family.

So, what about Aemond's support for Highgarden and his efforts to force Aegon and Sunfire to retreat?

Merit?

For whose credit? Does the Tyrell family deserve it?

That is clearly incorrect.

Rounding up, Aegon cannot be considered guilty.

Because the royal family can't be wrong.

At least on the surface, the seven countries need to reach a consensus.

On the other hand, Aegon and Aemond's merits and demerits canceled each other out, and the Reach nobles couldn't say anything against them.

Personal issues should not be brought up to the family level.

It makes much more sense for Aemon to bestow a reward upon Aegon.

"Let's banish Aegon as soon as possible, and let King's Landing be at peace as soon as possible."

Imon was making plans in his mind.

Uncle and Alison shouldn't blame him either.

Let him wipe his butt, then don't worry about whether he uses toilet paper or sandpaper.

Anyway, it's clean now.

……

into the night.

The towering tower fell silent.

Squeak!

The door to the lord's bedroom opened, and Garwin walked in with his head down.

Amon sat in the armchair and glanced at him. "What is it?"

"Uh~"

Garwin stammered, struggling to speak, "I think, perhaps you..."

I need to talk to him.

Imon said speechlessly, "Pour him a glass of wine, Helena."

"okay."

Helena stood up from beside the fireplace, wearing pink and white flats, and poured her uncle a glass of wine.

"Thank you."

Garwin took a big gulp and expressed his heartfelt gratitude.

"Go ahead."

Aemon gestured for him to speak.

Alcohol emboldens cowards; there's nothing to be afraid of anymore.

Garwin steeled his heart, drew his clan sword "Alertness" from his waist, and knelt down on one knee.

"Your Highness, Garwin Hightall pledges his allegiance to you."

silence.

Imon didn't speak, but quietly looked him up and down.

Garwin lowered his head, raising his clan sword "Alert" high, awaiting his fate.

quite a while.

The old chair creaked open, and the person sitting on it stood up.

Garwin quickly looked up.

"Figured out?"

Imon confirmed.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Garwin shouted.

He understood it very well.

Rather than handing the family line over to a collateral descendant, it's better to pass it on to him.

With the old town, he can better take care of his sister and nephews and nieces.

As for his father... he was wrong.

His misguided ideas led to the death of his uncle Hobart and the demise of his cousin Mond.

They are a family, and the High Towers have been able to pass on their legacy peacefully.

Imon, Renilla, and their nephews and nieces are also a family.

It can also be passed down peacefully.

The numerous consequences her father described to persuade Allison were nothing more than the worst possible scenarios. It was time for someone to step in and apply the brakes.

"Okay, I accept your allegiance."

Aemon stood tall and proud, took the Valyrian steel longsword "Alert" with one hand, and placed it on Garwin's shoulder.

The panel notification sounded at the appropriate time.

"Discover an item containing magic power and gain +10 Magic Essence".

Imon nodded to himself and took the oath according to tradition.

Garwin reciprocated with an oath, and the two formed a master-servant relationship.

The moment it ends.

A smile played on Imon's lips as he generously helped him up himself.

Your Majesty Otto, your son and daughter will both be leaving you.

So, how would you respond?

Imon thought.

Killing someone is worse than destroying their spirit; it would be even more painful for him than killing Otto.

Garwin is gone.

Before leaving, he received a promise from His Highness the Prince that after finding Aegon, he would send a letter to King's Landing appointing him Earl of Oldtown.

What he needs to do now is to take good care of the elderly, women and children of the Hightar family.

While we're at it, let's find an area in the old town and build a new towering tower.

Not long after.

Boom boom boom!
There was another sound at the door, but this time it was a polite knock.

"Come in!"

Aemon guessed who it was.

Squeak!

The door opened, and Larry walked in, leaning on his scepter.

"Your Highness, I'm so glad you're still up so late, allowing us to talk all night long."

Larry was bolder than usual, and smiled as if to claim credit.

"sit."

Imon gestured with his hand.

Larry limped and sat in the chair opposite him.

A quick glance caught my eye and I noticed the second wine glass on the table.

Larry's expression changed slightly, realizing that someone had arrived before him.

"What are you looking at?"

"Imon asked."

"Cough cough..."

Larry feigned a cough, shook his head, and chuckled awkwardly, "No, I was just thinking about something."

Aemon said directly, "You and Aegon get along well. I plan to appoint you as the steward of the Tower of Heights. What do you think?"

Aegon and "Bentfoot" Larry have a special bond.

With the river bend divided into three parts, the royal family naturally became involved.

The next step should be to target Dorn.

Larry is such a despicable scoundrel that he'd be perfect to use his talents on the Dornish.

Hajira, this is the last time I'll use you, you bastard.

"General Manager?"

Upon hearing this, Larry became restless.

He also thought that even if he wasn't granted a fief, he should at least return to King's Landing.

What's the point of leaving him in the old town?

“Aegon wrote to me saying he likes you very much.”

Amon shrugged and made up a story with a straight face.

"But……"

Larry was in a great hurry.

If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have fooled Aegon so much.

"Don't worry, you'll be put to good use in the future."

Amon offered words of comfort.

Larry calmed himself down and considered whether the statement was true or false.

"I acknowledge your talent, Larry."

Imon said seriously, "You have strategies no less than your father's, and you should stand in such a position to realize your ambitions."

translation:

Your father is old; you should encourage him.

Lars jumped to his feet, overwhelmed with excitement: "Yes, Your Highness!"

Amon used a few more kind words to "hype" Larry away, sending him on his way.

When he left, Larry didn't even use his scepter.

boom!
The door closed, and finally, it became quiet.

"You lied to them."

Helena suddenly spoke, her tone somewhat precocious.

"Who were you fooling?"

"Imon asked in surprise."

Helena put down the ball of yarn and counted on her fingers: "Mother, Uncle Garwin, Count Thaddeus, Larry..."

They called out names one by one, just like reciting the names of dishes.

"Then what did I lie to them about?"

Imon sat cross-legged opposite the little girl, looking on with interest.

Come to think of it, he hasn't had a heart-to-heart talk with Helena yet.

Helena looked puzzled and pursed her lips: "I don't know, but they were all very happy to be fooled by you."

That's not a lie.

Imon couldn't help but chuckle.

"Not a lie?"

Helena was even more confused.

Aemon nodded and taught, “Everyone has selfish desires. I say what they want to hear, and they fulfill their own wishes for me.”

He gave a guarantee.

Allison wanted her daughter to be free to choose her own marriage, so Eamon arranged it for her.

However, Aegon and Aymond were to remain in the Reach, becoming the vanguard in the conquest of Dorne.

Garwin wanted to protect his family, and Aemon accepted his loyalty.

The price was that Otto became all alone.

Larry wanted power, and Eamon gave him the opportunity to prove himself.

But if he insists on doing something underhanded, then don't blame him for beheading him afterwards.

How can this be called a scam?

Emon smiled and reached out to pinch Helena's cheek.

I'm a good man, little girl, don't slander me!
Helena's face stung from the pulling, forcing her to snap out of her thoughts, and tears welled up in her purple eyes.

Snapped!
When I let go, her soft, plump face, full of collagen, bounced back.

A red mark appeared on her cheek, covering her faint freckles.

Helena covered her face and turned away in a panic.

The other party is arguing unreasonably.

Not kind at all.

"Go to your bedroom and sleep, don't disturb me."

Eamon patted the back of her head, took the blanket, and lay down by the fireplace.

Helena quickly got up, ran back to her bedroom, and closed the door tightly.

Imon scoffed and ignored him.

He sympathized with Helena's plight and didn't want her to repeat the twists of fate.

of course.

Helena is an obedient child.