Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 285 "Illegitimate Child" Adam Erin
"After the banquet, you wrote to the King to ask for instructions."

"Imon said."

Barthimos' eldest son, Clement Setiga, was a skilled warrior and an expert in battlefield command, more than capable of serving as the vice commander of the Golden Robes.

"Should we speak to the king?"

Batimos hesitated.

He wasn't sure.

At the beginning of the Targaryen dynasty, the three old Valyrian families were closely united.

The positions of finance minister and naval minister were practically the private domain of the Setiga and Valerian families.

Unfortunately, the Setiga family, with their cunning and hard shell like crabs, were never very popular.

During the reign of King Centenarian, the Chancellor of the Exchequer was Linman Bisbury.

He was self-aware, did not compete or fight, and stayed on Crab Island to peacefully recuperate his family.

It was Aemon's rise that gave him the opportunity to return to the center of power.

To appear before Viserys I, one also needs Aemon's guarantee.

"Don't worry, your uncle will agree."

Aemon sensed his concerns and gave an affirmative answer.

My uncle had no prejudice against the Setiga family; he just hadn't thought of this ally with similar bloodlines for a moment.

After all, his political checks and balances are reflected in all regions.

"Thank you very much, Your Highness."

Bartimos smiled and bowed gratefully in thanks.

After repeatedly assuring the sea serpents that he would form an alliance with them and monitor them for any acts of treason, he dutifully took his leave.

Once the person who had disturbed him had left, Imond scoffed, "Lord Barthimos is quite the schemer; he's more like an eel than a crab."

"But he was loyal, honest, and maintained a bottom line in his conduct."

Imon knew Batimus better than he did.

Imond was skeptical: "I've heard that Crab Island has an endless supply of wine; how can it be honest?"

"He earned his money at sea, not by stealing from the national treasury."

Imon viewed him with prejudice, but always treated him with respect.

This person is Bartimus.

He has plenty of cleverness but lacks a sense of benevolence and righteousness.

He would be the best minister and the most diligent official if he stayed by the side of a wise and decisive monarch.

If the monarch lacks his own judgment, he will be influenced by him.

During the Dance of the Dragons, Rhaenyra was called "Meg's Naiji," which led to the riots in King's Landing and Dragon's Lair; he was the culprit.

They dare to collect any kind of tax, leaving no way for ordinary people to survive.

Imond frowned.

No one has yet pledged allegiance to him or been willing to kneel before him.

Therefore, he only sees good and bad.

The banquet lasted until evening, and the guests sang and danced to their hearts' content, returning home completely drunk.

The island of Chaotou was bustling with activity for the next few days.

The ports of Shiphull and Spice Town were filled with ships, and merchants from all over came and went.

Even the prostitutes in the brothels were making a fortune.

...

Shiphu Town.

Corliss and Imon stood at the port, seeing off a large Braavos ship dyed purple.

"You borrowed a lot of money."

Imon looked on with admiration.

Corliss turned to leave, his expression solemn: "Only by borrowing from the Iron Bank can we expand the navy more quickly and win over Braavos."

Braavos is still a bit too strong for the current Targaryen and Valerian.

The Iron Treasury monopolizes most of the world's wealth, and the Faceless Ones come and go without a trace.

Once upon a time, the ancient Valyrian Dragon Lord chose a more gentle approach when dealing with the Iron Bank.

Of course.

More often than not, the effort and the reward are disproportionate.

Braavos was, in essence, just a free trade city-state.

The navy was unable to enter Braavos Bay, and the dragons burned the city-state, leaving behind only ruins.

They also have to withstand assassination attempts by the Faceless Men.

Always losing money, never making a profit.

"you're right."

Imon nodded in agreement.

Rather than pushing Braavos to the opposite side, it would be better to lend him some money and keep him neutral.

It's just that we borrowed a bit too much sea snake.

A total of five million golden dragons.

Kolis snorted coldly and, under the protection of his guards, turned and returned to Climax City.

The money he borrowed was related to Aemon.

The reconstruction of Tyrosi consumed a lot of money, and the family originally intended to establish a Tyrosi bank to help them recover their losses.

Aemon's "black swan," whom he had kept outside, established Mill Bank first, shattering his illusions.

The money we've earned in recent years is simply not enough to support a war.

"Is it your fault?"

Aemon raised an eyebrow, sensing the sea serpent's resentment towards him.

What a disrespectful old man!

Suddenly, the sound of children playing came from not far away.

Then came the clear voice of a young woman: "Adam, Elin, don't run around in the shipyard."

Immon looked in the direction of the sound and saw a petite, smartly dressed silver-haired woman.

Martha the Mouse.

"Okay, Mom."

Under Martha's sharp gaze, the two silver-haired, purple-eyed boys quieted down and stopped running and jumping around on the deck.

The two boys were both quite young.

Imon did the math.
Adam was 7 years old, and Elin was 6 years old.

As he was observing, Adam noticed the stares of others and immediately noticed Emon, who stood out from the crowd.

"My lord, are you from King's Landing?"

Adam boldly walked over, looking up with a question full of envy.

Aemon laughed and said, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Ordinary commoner children wouldn't dare to strike up a conversation with nobles.

Adam blushed slightly and lowered his head: "I only look at you, I think you are very special."

"What special method?"

Aemon, in a friendly manner, said, "You answer one question for me, and I'll answer one question for you."

The future "Adam Valerian," the main force to reverse the decline of the Black Party.

Even on the tombstone, only the word "loyalty" is inscribed. He was still willing to show kindness.

"Thank you, sir."

Adam politely thanked him and replied, "I saw you standing with Lord Corliss when I was playing on the deck just now."

"And your demeanor is something I have never seen in Shipshell Town."

After saying that, he lowered his head even further, feeling somewhat ashamed.

He was very clear about his own identity, as well as his identity as his biological father.

The little boy couldn't help but feel a blow to his pride when he said "Lord Corliss".

"I do come from King's Landing, but more accurately, from the Vale."

Amon kept his word.

Upon hearing this, Adam felt dizzy and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything you want to ask me?"

Upon hearing "valley," the clever mind immediately guessed it referred to the Prince of the Vale.

My legs feel weak and my hands feel numb.

"Adam!"

Martha caught up and quickly pulled her son behind her, her face pale as she apologized, "I'm sorry, sir. I'll take him home right away. Please forgive me if I've offended you."

"It's alright, go home now."

Imon smiled, not wanting to make things difficult for his illegitimate sister, with whom he shared only a thin blood relation.

"Thank you, sir."

Martha pretended to be stupid and dragged her son away as if fleeing.

Adam kept turning back to look at himself, his bright purple eyes filled with adoration.

"Dragon Slayer" Aemon, "Shacklebreaker" Aemon.

He is his idol.

Riding the "Bronze Fury" Vormisor, defeat the evil pirates of the Three Kingdoms, liberate the oppressed slaves of Slave Bay, and quell the Reach rebellion...

Each and every one of these acts was a righteous act in the eyes of a child.

If Aemon knew, he would be ashamed.

Exaggerated.

I didn't pay anyone to do it.

Given his reputation, he was more infamous in the seven kingdoms.

Under Adam's reluctant gaze, Imon smiled and said, "I have nothing to ask you. When you grow up, I hope you can become a true knight."

Adam's eyes widened in surprise, wanting to answer but before he could.

Martha threw him into the cabin, then grabbed her youngest son, Erin, and promptly stuffed him inside as well.

If I wasn't afraid of hurting my son, I probably would have kicked him again to speed things up.

Imon smiled gently.

The illegitimate son is quite interesting.

……

noon.

As soon as Imon returned to Climax City, he was grabbed by Lannar and roughly dragged back to his bedroom.

"There's no need for that."

Imon stumbled, utterly helpless.

This scene is just like Martha dragging her son earlier.

boom!
Lanaer slammed the door shut, pinning him against the wall, her beautiful face, both innocent and alluring, drawing close.

"Wow~"

With his back pressed against the wall, Emon couldn't help but smile.

"No weird stuff."

Lannar asked nervously, "You met my father's illegitimate son?"

"how do you know?"

Immon was astonished.

Lannar rolled her eyes dramatically and said helplessly, "Before you came back, an informant arrived from Shipshell Town and met with my father."

The sea serpent's expression went from sunny to cloudy, like a firecracker about to be lit.

"I mean, when did you find out that Lord Corliss had a bastard child?"

All that remained in Imon's eyes was a thirst for gossip.

Lannar stated frankly, "A long time ago."

She knew everything Lannino knew.

After a moment's hesitation, Lanael grasped Imon's hand, her eyes brimming with tears, and said, "Please don't tell anyone about this, promise me."

"Ok."

Amon nodded, thinking to himself that Aunt Renis was a bit pitiful.

The family of four, three of whom knew the secret, but she was kept in the dark.

But there was nothing we could do.

Now that this matter has been exposed, Aunt Renis, with her pride, will find it difficult to accept her husband's infidelity.

"Thank you for the harmony in our family."

Lannar breathed a sigh of relief and leaned her head against Immon's chest.

She understood her father's predicament in raising an illegitimate child.

But she couldn't forgive her mother.

I dared not tell my mother.

Imon put his arm around her back and patted her gently: "It's okay, I'm standing with you."

"You're describing it like a criminal gang."

Lannar was amused by him.

Aemon, in the guise of a philosopher, earnestly declared: "Who among men is without sin in this lifetime?"

Lannar was taken aback by his words and said in surprise, "If I didn't know that you were cursing the Seven Gods behind their backs, I would have thought you were a devout believer."

Eamon smiled smugly and buried his face in hers.

Lannar blushed as she was rubbed, and whispered, "You'd better not mention this to my father either, or he'll think you're threatening him."

"Hmm~"

Imon is enjoying himself.

Lannar pondered for a moment, then suggested, "How about we leave Benedictine on Tidehead Island and have her raised by my mother when she's a little older?"

"Ok?"

Amon immediately perked up.

Not so great, he'd never give away his clingy little darling.

Lannar lowered her head, not daring to look at anyone, and said weakly, "It won't be too soon, after Lannino and Cassandra get married."

It was agreed between the Valerian and Baratheon families that Cassandra would marry into the family at the age of 12.

There are still four years to go.

At that time, Benedict was also 7 years old.

Imon remained silent, focusing solely on showcasing the art of eyebrow shaping.

“Benella was raised by my mother, and I inherited Tidehead Island.”

(End of this chapter)