Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 292 The Failed Dragon Theft

Chapter 292 The Failed Dragon Theft
"Renis!"

Collis vented his frustration, muttering breathlessly.

He shouldn't have made that mistake.

The mistake of having an illegitimate child should be like a piece of cheese stuck to the bottom of the cargo hold—never to be discovered.

But it was eventually exposed.

Lana stood in front of the French windows, staring blankly as her mother flew away.

Imon didn't know how to comfort her, so he quietly stayed by her side.

"I'll go check on Lannino; he still needs someone to take care of him."

Lannar felt a bitter taste in her mouth and turned to leave.

Imon didn't stop him.

She needs to be alone.

……

Melias caused quite a stir.

No sooner had Lannar left than Weimond Valerian arrived with his guards.

"elder brother?"

Wei Mengde was bewildered and didn't understand.

Corliss lowered his head and gritted his teeth, saying, "Investigate that letter for me, find out what's going on!"

He is not stupid.

Lannino was assassinated, and his illegitimate child was exposed.

There is no such coincidence in the world.

"Someone must have set a trap to deliberately sow discord within my family!"

Corliss's eyes were blazing with fury.

Wei Mengde reacted quickly, saying in shock, "Yes, I'll go right away."

Who has seen Martha and her son? How did Cole Quirrell learn about the three of them? And what were the messenger's intentions?

If you want to investigate, there are no secrets that stay hidden forever.

After everyone left, Aegon and the others remained by the door, processing this major turn of events.

Imon remained silent.

Kolis seemed to understand something, turned his head and stared at Eamon, whose expression remained unchanged, his eyes revealing intense doubt.

Who is most averse to the Valerian family's success?

Both in public and private terms, they are Targaryens.

Viserys doesn't have the guts; the most likely candidate is the kid in front of him.

Imon understood what the other was thinking and gave a cold laugh: "Serves you right!"

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Instead of thinking about how to find Aunt Renis at a time like this, they're turning their anger on their own people.

It would have been better to slip on the stairs that day and die quickly.

……

Corliss was taken aback when he saw this, but the doubt in his eyes quickly disappeared.

They were truly blinded by anger and fear.

The two are allies.

Even if we take a step back and assume that his eldest daughter, Lannar, married him, and his son, Lannino, was not interested in women.

The continuation of the Valerian line still depends on Aemon adopting a child.

It's unclear why at the moment.

Years later, some were manipulated by Aemon in order to secure an heir.

The other party will not weaken itself.

"Who else could it be?"

Kolis lowered his eyes, his heart filled with doubt and unease.

Lannino's assassination may have been an accident.

But after Lannino's assassination, he was able to accurately locate his illegitimate son and deliver him to Rhaenys.

It was definitely not an accident.

"Let's go."

Aegon, clinging to the doorframe, seeing there was no good show to watch, called for his brothers and sisters to retreat.

Collis looked over and asked.

A voluptuous woman in a yellow dress mingled among a group of teenagers.

"Ok?"

Corliss's alarm blared as he silently pondered, "Who knows about Martha and her son?"

……

the other side.

Amon visited Lannino.

According to the scholar, he is out of danger and just needs to rest and recuperate.

Incidentally, I also comforted Lannar for a while.

Lannar felt guilty, believing that the whole family should not have kept it from her mother, which had deeply hurt her.

However, as children...

How could someone knowingly do something that would break up their family by revealing the truth?

“Emon, I may not be able to take care of Benedict and the others for a while.”

Lana said guiltily.

Amon rubbed her shoulders, revealing his reliable side: "You can focus on taking care of Lannino; I'll handle the rest."

"Hmm~"

Lana nodded, her lost and dejected appearance only making her more charming.

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door, and Sir Alec of the Kingsguard spoke: "Your Highness, Maester Gladius has sent a raven."

Eamon frowned, stood up and said, "You stay on Tidehead Island, I'll go find Aunt Renis."

Immediately, he pushed open the door and met up with Sir Alec.

The Carguel brothers were Alison's personal bodyguards assigned to protect Aegon and his companions, and were at his command when needed.

……

"What did Maester Gladius say?"

Emon had a premonition that a fish had swallowed the bait.

As expected, Alec pulled out a letter and solemnly said, "There's something going on in Longshan."

After reading the letter, Aemon crumpled it into a ball: "Tell Aegon and the others to board the ship."

It's time to resign.

……

noon.

Waves surged on Blackwater Bay, and the royal ship rose and fell with the waves.

At the stern of the ship.

Imon sat on a small stool and cast his fishing line into the sea.

"With such big waves, aren't you afraid of going home empty-handed?"

Elaine's round buttocks swayed as she deliberately moved closer to strike up a conversation.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the fishing hook broke through the water and caught a flat, colorful fish the size of a palm.

With practiced ease, Eamon removed the hook and baited the hook, calmly saying, "The fishermen of King's Landing all say that the bigger the storm, the more diligent you must be."

"..."

Elaine was slapped in the face by reality and had nothing to say.

She prides herself on being very good at controlling people's hearts, especially men's hearts.

But since arriving in King's Landing, he has suffered repeated setbacks.

The Targaryen men are all like lunatics.

Pfft!
Aemon swished his club again, starting a conversation for the first time: "You're a native of Dorne, you should know the Dornish culture and customs best."

"Yes."

Elaine walked gracefully to the railing, turned back and smiled, "Dorn is a vast country, but it is mostly desert, with only a few oases and the Vanse River and Greenblood River to sustain us."

Aemon nodded: "I've heard that Dorne has a very good culture, treats women equally, and rarely sees female infants drown."

Upon hearing this, Elaine smiled bitterly: "That's true, but in the barren desert, women are treated like men, and men are treated like animals."

"Just like 'Warrior Queen of Loina' Nymeria, equality was won with blood."

She often felt fortunate to have been born into the Martell family.

In Dorne, even the daughters of minor nobles had to live frugally, worse off than merchants in free trading cities.

Many girls were sent to marry into other families by their parents as soon as they turned 14.

Simply because that would save them a portion of their food rations and garner more support for the family.

That's terrible.

Imon listened attentively.

Dorne is becoming as barren as the North.

No wonder there have been so many Dorne rebellions throughout history.

Elaine was somewhat moved. She brushed a strand of hair that had been ruffled by the sea breeze, gazed into the distance, and said, "Actually, in Dorne, many people don't want war."

But the reality is that war is inevitable.

Resources were scarce, and the rule of the nobility was unstable.

They won the battle and plundered the wealthy River Bend and Stormy Lands; they lost the battle and lost a number of young, strong, old and weak men.

Dorn was then able to stabilize.

"Your resistance is futile; the Iron Throne is no longer what it once was."

As Aemon reeled in his baton, he said, “Prince Coollen should sincerely agree to the marriage and kneel before the Iron Throne. My uncle will retain his title of Prince of Dorne.”

"Absolutely impossible!"

Elaine immediately rejected the idea.

Imon paused in his baiting motion and said, "Our ship is very stable, but the bay below is turbulent with undercurrents. We could capsize the ship if we're not careful."

Dorne is the ship, and the Iron Throne is the sea.

The former may seem troublesome, but it is actually quite vulnerable.

Elaine understood his veiled meaning and asked with a smile, "Do you remember the Martell family's proverb?"

"indomitable?"

"Yes."

The smile on Elaine's face vanished, replaced by unwavering stubbornness.

Dorne has no cowards who are afraid of death.

"What an excellent inheritance of will."

Upon seeing this, Imon couldn't help but admire it.

No wonder the Royna were able to kill the Dragon King; they were willing to use their last drop of blood to unleash the curse.

The Dornish people were infused with this bloodline as easily as sand is mixed with water.

A fortress can be molded, a spear can be molded. Nature fears neither blood nor fire.

Elaine chuckled upon hearing this, displaying a deep sense of pride in her bloodline.

Pfft!
Imon empty bait casting.

“You forgot to put out the bait.” Elaine thought the other person was distracted.

Aemon shook his head: "The ocean is unfathomable. Even if I don't use bait, there will be foolish fish that take the bait."

"How could..."

Elaine was halfway through her sentence when Eamon suddenly yanked the rod up.

puff!
A fish thrashed about on the deck, its mouth pierced by a hook.

"oops."

Imon feigned surprise and got up to pack his fishing gear: "My fish has taken the bait. What were you about to say?"

"..."

Elaine's face darkened, she stomped her foot angrily, and turned away.

……

Dragonstone Island.

At the foot of Longshan Mountain.

"Hurry up, don't let the patrol find us."

Ulrik Uller looked around and crawled on the gravel beach using both his hands and feet.

Behind him followed three or four young men from Dorn, all of them covered in dust and dirt.

They've been searching since last night, but they haven't even seen the droppings of that bluish-gray sub-adult dragon.

Confidence was greatly shaken.

"I think we're a bunch of idiots."

A fair-skinned young man with black hair and brown eyes spoke up indignantly.

Urik turned around instantly, his eyes filled with malice: "You mean I, the stupid leader, led you bunch of pigs running around like this?"

"That's right!"

Dan Vance stood tall, showing no fear whatsoever.

He was dressed in Dorne yellow, with three black panthers embroidered from top to bottom, from his chest to his side.

House Vance of Redhill is one of the main second-tier noble families in Dorne.

Red Hill, also known as Vanse City, is home to a family that controls the fertile lands along the Vanse River, located at its end.

The family's financial and military resources are in no way inferior to those of the Uller family of Prison Gate Fortress.

"What, you want to duel with me?"

Urik gripped the sword at his waist, looking down at him, ready to strike.

"No!"

Dan was a smart man. He said, panting, "Our actions will be discovered soon. Instead of aimlessly searching for dragons, we should steal dragon eggs."

Urik scoffed, “That’s a woman’s job.”

"That's a more likely job."

Dane retorted and retreated alone, away from the crowd.

He didn't want to risk his life with the madmen of the Uller family anymore.

Urik's face was grim as he stared intently at the other person as they walked away.

From the moment the confrontation began, Dane's hand remained on the sword at his waist.

His swordsmanship is quite skilled; a head-on clash wouldn't necessarily result in a decisive outcome.

After a while.

Ulric roared, "Those who want to find the dragon, come with me; those who don't, go find that coward."

The three young men from Dorne looked at each other, swallowed to moisten their dry throats, and reluctantly chose to follow.

According to the plan, regardless of whether the man and woman succeed or not.

They all had to meet before sunset, join forces with the Dornish guards to seize a ship and escape.

If they abandon Ulik, the enemy will surely seize the boats and escape first, leaving them all behind.

……

In fact, Dan thought so too.

Therefore, he chose to strike first.

After leaving his companions' sight, he didn't return to Shigulou at all, but went straight to the pier on Longshi Island.

To hell with Oliver, Elaine, Urilik...

He wanted to escape to the free trade city-state across the fjord and live a carefree and happy life.

……

Urik was unaware of this and continued searching for the dragon's whereabouts.

The sun is getting bigger and bigger, and the temperature is getting higher and higher.

Ulik was sweating profusely, and his vision began to blur.

"Hiss!"

A sharp hiss rang out, followed by a red dragon shadow landing not far away.

Urik initially thought it was a hallucination, but after shaking his head violently, the view suddenly cleared.

Sometime later, they climbed up to the mountainside on the back of Longshan.

A red dragon, covered in scarlet scales, with a pair of sharp black horns on its head and over four meters long, appeared on a huge rock in front of them.

Stab it!

The little wild dragon Urax had a large, blood-soaked cat in its mouth, one hind paw pressing down on the corpse, and easily tore open its fur.

"dragon!!"

A young man from Dorne stared wide-eyed and gasped.

Snapped!
Urik slapped him across the face, knocking him to the ground, and said coldly, "Shut up, you idiot."

If you scare the dragon away, I'll skin you alive.

"You all keep watch around, I'll go give it a try."

Ulric's eyes were filled with greed; he wanted to monopolize the opportunity to tame dragons.

The others dared not speak out in anger, nor did they have the courage to take the lead in taming the dragon.

After hesitating for a moment, they dispersed to stand guard around the area.

Ulric was cunning by nature and knew that dragons were more docile when they were full.

He deliberately waited until the red baby dragon that had descended from the sky had devoured him completely before unfastening the sword from his waist and cautiously approaching.

"Gah?"

Urax tilted his dragon head, giving the black-haired man a strange look.

"Quiet!"

Ulric spoke in a difficult High Valyrian language, testing the young dragon's limits step by step.

Upon learning that Prince Coollen was sending someone to the capital, he was the only one who volunteered.

The purpose was to steal a dragon.

To this end, he acquired many related books and intensively studied advanced Valyrian.

"Hehe, I'm sure I'll succeed."

Urik drew closer and closer, as if success was within his grasp.

However, Lady Rhea of Runestone once said;

To learn advanced Valyrian, you should buy genuine books published by the Citadel or Ries.

If you want to buy books from places like Old Town and Telossi.

Speaking the advanced Valyrian I've learned will make the Targaryens laugh their heads off.

Unfortunately, Ulrik was carrying an old book from Tyrosi.

"I... will... ride you... here..."

Urik was thrilled and wanted to say, "I'll take control of you," which meant he was going to ride you hard.

"Hiss!!"

Urax roared fiercely, opening its dragon snout towards the black hair that had provoked it, and spewing out a thick, crimson dragon flame.

"No no no!"

Urik was taken aback, but the Common Language he blurted out was pronounced accurately.

boom--

The dragon flames rushed towards him fiercely, instantly engulfing his entire body.

The dragonfire of a young dragon is not yet that terrifying, but it is enough to burn a person to death.

Urik was engulfed in flames, screaming in terror as he fell to the ground, trying to roll around and extinguish the fire.

Unfortunately, that only added to his suffering.

The dragon flames first burned off his clothes, then his body hair and skin, and finally burned away his flesh and blood, leaving only a charred shell with his face torn apart.

"Hiss!"

Urax vented his anger, flapped his wings, and flew away.

Born on Dragonstone Island, he often saw dragon tamers and dragon guards.

I didn't take the black fur seriously at first, but it turned out to be provoked.

They're really underestimating the wild dragon.

"Run away!"

Seeing that Ulric was dead, the remaining three Dornish youths fled in panic.

We've just arrived at the foot of the mountain.

"stop!"

The elderly dragon tamer, with a stern expression, led a squad of dragon guards clad in plate armor to block their path.

……

Stone Drum Tower.