Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 281 Different Beds, Different Pregnancy Factors

Aemon was invited to the dragon's lair by Grey Worm, who had just arrived in King's Landing.

Two months later, the renovation of the dome-shaped dragon's lair is nearing completion.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Your Majesty."

The gray worm stood tall and proud, leading a hundred-man team lined up in front of the bronze gate.

"It's alright, get to the point."

Aemon raised his hand.

"Hrenburg needs some supplies."

Grey Worm was strict with himself and was certainly not a general who would abandon his post.

Harrenhal has dispelled the gloom, but the dilapidated towers and walls remain a major problem.

The first batch of lime and other materials has been exhausted, and a second batch is urgently needed.

"Also, Chestnut is clamoring to see you."

Halfway through his sentence, Gray Worm lowered his voice and glanced at the Dragon's Lair Hall.

The giant chestnut, still wearing rune armor, stood nearly eight meters tall in the dimly lit hall, looking around like a curious child.

Seemingly having learned its lesson, it moved stealthily, not daring to make a sound.

At first glance, it's quite cute.

Imon chuckled and said, "I think the Reach can't afford to support him anymore."

Gray Worm shook its head helplessly.

That was obviously a joke. The river bend could support more than a whole group of giants, let alone just one.

But the giant Chestnut didn't like outsiders and insisted on finding Amon.

The two sons of the forest from Harrenhal tried to persuade him, but were nearly slapped away by a palm as big as the city gate.

Aemon was pleased with Grey Worm's arrival, which made him feel that King's Landing had his people, and casually asked, "How is the Riverlands?"

How does it compare to the river bend area?

"Um, there's a little trouble."

Grey Worm scratched his head and said in surprise, "Sir Simon said that the Blackwood family and the Blaken family have been making a big fuss lately because one family's cow has crossed the boundary to graze on the other's land."

The Blackwood and Brecken families are the two most feuding families in the Riverlands.

Whenever troubles arise in the seven kingdoms, the two sides will inevitably take advantage of the chaos to fight each other.

Imon was somewhat speechless: "Didn't Duke Graves of Riverrun do anything about it?"

"I heard he's an old man who can't get out of bed, and Riverrun is managed by his son."

Grey Worm thought for a moment and then added, "His son is even more mediocre than him and cannot command the feudal lords of Hejian."

In order to successfully establish a foothold in the Riverlands, he intensively studied the connections among the nobles.

He even remembered perfectly the name day of the Duke of Graf's grandson, who had just turned three.

I specially sent a glass art piece, a specialty of Milwaukee, as a congratulatory gift.

"Let it sit for now, your uncle will take care of it later."

Imon shook his head, leaving this small matter to his uncle's concern.

His Highness is already 21 years old.

Growing up brings not only a strong physique, but also a positive and optimistic mindset.

Remember this:
His uncle was his worker.

Don't hold a grudge against the other person; instead, be tolerant and understanding.

In any case, the Iron Throne will eventually belong to Rhaenyra, and then to her son Jaeharis.

It's better to have an older brother take the lead and bear the pressure than to have one's own wife and children suffer.

In a word, open-minded!
“I will inform Scholar Mukun to allocate supplies. Once they are transported from Seagull Town, you can return to Harrenburg.”

Imon's smile was radiant.

"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty."

The gray worm straightened up and gave a shy smile.

He knew very well that he was His Highness the Prince's link in the Riverlands.

Perform your duties well.

Aemon called over the lost-thinking Grey Worm, and the two entered the Dragon's Lair Palace.

“Brother!!”

The giant chestnut saw him at a glance, bent down, and his eyes lit up with joy.

Have you been eating well lately?

Aemon touched the giant's heart with the simplest of words.

It's hard to imagine that even giants can't be obedient and learn to be clingy.

Giant Chestnut laughed like thunder, saying happily, "I ate my fill and even had a fight."

He even dismantled the old town gate.

Use it as a hammer to smash moles.

Don't ask who the groundhog is; the Haitar army has something to say.

"Okay, go play."

Aemon coaxed the giant away like a child.

Grey Worm watched from the sidelines, admiring the prince's magnanimity, which allowed him to tolerate even a humanoid race like giants.

Imon hadn't really thought that much about it.

At the end of the Dance of the Dragons, the City of Academia announced that winter had arrived.

A severe winter, lasting six years from 130 AC to 135 AC, descended and swept across the entire continent of Westeros.

The extinction of dragons and the ebb of the magical tide both occurred during this period.

It's easy to see that these contents are all closely related.

Emon plans to have as many children and hatch baby dragons as possible before the real winter arrives, thus strengthening the "dragon race".

Whether they are children of the forest or giants, they are all humanoid superhuman species.

Even if it's not as powerful as a dragon, it still carries some magical aura.

Unite all forces that can be united.

The magical tides are unpredictable; they might rise rapidly if there are many dragons or otherworldly creatures.

"Prince!"

The elderly dragon tamer led the way, while the younger dragon tamers carried the boxes one by one.

The box was opened, revealing dragon eggs laid out on a bed of dry grass.

Imon looked it over and asked, "Is that one from Waghal or an older one?"

"This one."

The old dragon tamer still had a sour look on his face as he pointed to one of the boxes, containing a grayish-brown dragon egg.

He gave a detailed introduction.

The mother of this dragon egg is unknown.

But one thing is certain: it wasn't the group that Inar, the "exile," brought to Dragonstone.

Those dragon eggs have long since turned to stone.

Perhaps the gluttons and sheep thieves of unknown origin are the dragons hatched from that batch of dragon eggs.

And this dragon egg in front of us was not laid by Vaghar.

Vaghar is a great contributor to House Targaryen, not only the founding dragon but also the bloodline of all current dragons.

Dreamfire, Vomisol, and Silverwing all have to call it "Mom".

Kolakhu and Melias should call her grandma.

Of course, dragons don't have kinship ties, nor do they need a dragon mother to determine seniority.

Every twenty or thirty years, a new generation of dragons emerges, which can be called a generation.

"The Dragon Guard had not yet been established at that time, and the records of the dragon egg's age were incomplete. I guess its mother might be Miracis."

The elderly dragon tamer had a serious expression and spoke in High Valyrian.

Imon was initially surprised, then accepted it.

Dragons do not lay many eggs, but each clutch contains a significant number of eggs.

Under normal circumstances, a nest of dragon eggs contains 3 to 5 eggs.

The only bloodline explicitly recorded by Mirasis is that of the Silver Blade, which was torn apart by "Black Death" Belerien.

It's understandable that some of the remaining dragon eggs were well preserved.

"That's it."

Amon made a decision immediately.

"But……"

The elderly dragon tamer hesitated, wanting to know the prince's purpose in asking for the dragon eggs.

Imon didn't explain much, only saying that the dragon eggs would remain in the dragon's lair.

I won't take it with me.

Upon hearing this, the elderly dragon tamer breathed a sigh of relief.

If we were to lose another dragon egg, we would truly be ashamed.

While the dragon tamers carried away the boxes one by one, Imon, holding a brownish-yellow dragon egg, circled around the dragon's lair.

That's how it appears to outsiders.

In reality, a blue card appeared when he flipped his right hand.

[Incubator]: "A disposable prop."

boo~
Aemon tore the card apart, and the blue card, worth 800 essence points, turned into a small ball of light, which instantly coalesced into a lump of iron.

Bang!

An incubator, one foot in diameter and oval in shape, resembling a furnace, hangs on the dark floor.

The sound was loud, but it didn't attract much attention.

It's no secret that His Highness is highly skilled in martial arts and also knows a little bit of magic.

"Zhizhi~~"

The golden-nosed mouse popped out of the pocket, its little nose sniffing incessantly.

It smells strongly of dragon stench.

The golden-nosed mouse's small eyes widened, and it timidly withdrew one of its heads.

"It's worthless."

"Imon said with disdain."

If it weren't for the golden-nosed rat's mouth pouch being able to store dragon eggs, and His Highness's fondness for keeping pets...

I should have thrown it down the drain and paired it with that stinky big rat.

I wonder if they'll be able to produce mice.

Give one to each of my son and daughter.

"Zhizhi~~"

The pocket bulged, and the mouse let out a pleading cry.

Da me, da me yo~
They are of different races and cannot be matched at all.

Imon patted his pocket, turned around and tossed the heavy, brownish-yellow dragon egg in his hand, then placed it into the incubator with anticipation and joy.

The incubation time is irregular.

But they will eventually hatch.

If you're lucky, it might hatch tomorrow.

A dragon egg that has been stored for seventy or eighty years and is on the verge of petrification is about to come back to life.

"color!"

Imon smiled and put the lid on.

Including the baby dragons "Blackfire", Arax, and Uragas, the family now has two dragons raising one wild, ownerless dragon.

The wild dragon "Fire Eater" is not included.

Once this dragon egg hatches, there will be four ownerless dragons. "Go back and drink some water infused with goji berries and dragon peppers; I heard it's quite effective."

Imon lowered his head in deep thought, recalling a folk remedy that Allison had mentioned.

Then, I suddenly woke up.

Seven levels of hell!
Am I, at such a young age, already reduced to soaking goji berries in a thermos?

Imon was moved to tears.

It's all for the sake of the family, so I can only suffer myself.

……

At noon, we returned to Red Castle.

Imon sat on the edge of the bed, his brows furrowed deeply.

Aemon Targaryen

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

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

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 (entire territory), Mil, Stone Steps Islands, Tas Island, White Garden City, Star Shuttle City
Equipment: Space 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: "Young Dragon King, take care of your back."

The panel is flipped to reveal the card page.

Three green cards float below, next to a golden hourglass: [Essence Quantity: 10310]

“It’s a bit poor!”

Imon muttered softly.

Ten thousand points of essence are only enough to charge the [Flame Hammer] once.

Having tasted the success of Gushan, he wanted to carve out another volcano.

I need something big, comparable to Longshan.

A giant dragon cannot compare to the powerful fire magic of an active volcano.

It doesn't matter if the magical tide recedes or if it's windy and snowy.

The passion of a volcano cannot be extinguished.

"We still need to save up, but we need to carefully consider the location for excavating the volcano."

Amon stroked his chin.

First, it cannot be too close to a town.

Not only would it easily lead to the destruction of cities and the loss of lives, but it would also be unsuitable for dragons to inhabit.

Secondly, it cannot extend beyond the continent of Westeros.

He was not afraid of the White Walkers beyond the Wall.

House Targaryen is based in Westeros, and the volcanoes are best located here, providing more habitat for dragons.

Ideally, one day it should be transformed into the magnificent ancient Valyrian Peninsula.

If the White Walkers hadn't been so foolish as to march south, they would have never returned.

Squeak!
Lannar pushed open the door and walked gracefully to the bedside.

This room is hers.

The bed too.

"Did Aunt Renis go back?"

Imon lay flat.

Lannar rested his head on her lap, gently massaging his head with her slender white hands, her tone helpless: "Mother couldn't stand the constraints of King's Landing, so the King sent Helena and Imond to deliver it."

Aegon: "He was in King's Landing, but went missing while soliciting prostitutes."

Rejoice!

Imon closed his eyes, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from Lannar, and nuzzled his head affectionately.

There's too much filth in King's Landing.

He was placed in the valley, where he only needed to read, practice swordsmanship, and fish; he didn't have to worry about anything else.

The city of River Valley has the scholar Mukun, and the town of River Valley has the scholar Gansor.

Eyrie has Jenny, that incredibly clever but wicked woman; Runestone has my mother, Lady Rhea.

In addition, Janice is a cheerful person who wins over the noblewomen of the valley.

Imon is done and there's no need to worry.

He doesn't think he's neglected his responsibilities or that he's been a hands-off manager.

As the king of a realm, if you also have to hold meetings every day to manage farmers' disputes and collect taxes on buying and selling, then you are truly in a difficult position.

What are those subordinates for?
Let's bleed them one by one.

Among them was Bole, who liked to consult with his ministers.

Time passed bit by bit.

Lana's hand, which was massaging her head, slowly slid down.

What a nice midday, perfect for a nap.

After Imon had been holding him for a while, Lannar looked up in confusion and poked his face with her fingertip.

Do you expect her to take the initiative?
He's only been a delivery rider for two years, and he's already getting so arrogant.

Imon was snoring, pretending to be asleep.

Men over 2...

"Imon!"

Lannar frowned slightly, her tone a bit harsh.

“Hurulu~~”

Keep pretending to be asleep.

Seeing this, Lana sighed softly and sat up sideways.

After a moment of silence, she lowered her head and gently kissed his forehead, whispering, "You should rest well and take good care of yourself."

"Come find me on Chaotou Island whenever you feel it's the right time."

After saying that, he stared at Imon's sleeping face for a while, sighed, got up, and went out.

In a few days it will be Renis's name day.

Lannar is going back to celebrate her mother's birthday and will also take Benedictine and Renia back to the place where she was born and raised.

boom!
The door closed gently.

The sound was very soft, and Eamon opened his eyes.

He doesn't have kidney deficiency.

Note that this is not kidney deficiency!
Rather, it was Ari Rivers's prophecy and Lannar's own experiences.

He didn't want Lanaer to get pregnant again, at least not this year.

The original 121AC was known as the "Red Spring".

The two children of "Uncrowned Queen" Rhaenys and the sea serpent Corliss, Lannard and Lannino, passed away one after another.

Lannar died in childbirth.

He doesn't believe in superstitious things.

But a prophecy is meant to tell you there's a pit ahead and help you avoid it, not to let you freefall 360 degrees like an idiot and plunge headlong into it.

Wait a minute.

"It's Aunt Renis's name day, so we'll take a trip to Tidehead Island."

Eamon rolled over and lay flat on his back, took out a mint and put it in his mouth.

Lannino is a good person.

Lanaer needs to be careful, and you should help your cousin and brother-in-law whenever possible.

I hope she doesn't actually get stabbed to death in the street by her male partner because of cheating.

Xiao Bei and Xiao Lei will be sad for their uncle.

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door, and Renilla cautiously entered.

"What happened? I saw Lanaer go to find the sea serpent?"

Renilla blinked.

Logically speaking, we shouldn't have left so soon!

She was not present when Ari Rivers was slit in the throat.

Imon remained silent, only slurping up sugar.

What else could it be? Incompatibility in bed, of course.

You're really being presumptuous.

"You two must be hiding a secret, it really hurts me."

Renilla walked to the bedside and sat down, feigning melancholy.

Eamon's lips turned down, indicating he was unhappy.

With a look of inquisitive curiosity in its eyes, it flipped over and pressed down, capturing the great female dragon.

Lanaer faces risks during childbirth.

You simply can't give birth.

Imon should teach her a lesson.

……

The Sacred Tree Forest of Red Fort.

A giant yellow dragon lay prostrate in the courtyard, its long tail swaying leisurely.

"Hiss~"

"..."

Three baby dragons were also in the courtyard.

A bright green one lay under the shade of the tree, while a light green one and a pink one huddled together, as if they were close sisters, like their tamer.

huh~~
A gentle breeze swept by, bringing a touch of coolness to the midday sun.

"Hiss!?"

Syracuse suddenly raised his head, his amber vertical pupils looking behind him.

The tall weirwood tree has a thick root system, and a plump red lucky bag hangs from the treetop with its swaying red leaves.

The wind blows, and the lucky bags move.

Syracuse tilted its dragon head, its powerful body rose to its feet, and it twitched as if it were tickled.

puff!
A lump of black, sticky dragon dung was expelled, landing on the grass and emitting sizzling white smoke and a pungent sulfurous odor.

After a long time.

Two young dragon tamers arrived together.

They brought sheep to feed the dragon and drove a carriage to clean up the dragon's dung.

Upon seeing the pile of dragon dung, the female dragon tamer with a buzz cut frowned and cautiously pulled her companion back.

"Look!"

Looking around and seeing that the dragon was not there, he used his bamboo stick to poke open the dried-out shell of the dragon dung.

Click!

A plume of scorching white smoke rose, revealing oval dragon eggs covered in scales emerging from the black dragon dung.

"one two Three……"

The male dragon tamer's eyes widened in surprise as he counted to the fifth.

"Hiss!"

Syracuse shook its dragon head, its back brushing against the artificial hill in the courtyard, as calm as ever.

There's nothing to be surprised about.

Just clearing out inventory.

(End of this chapter)