Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 308 The Blue Egg, Little Chicken (Eating Zongzi~~)

"What do you mean by message blocking!"

Holding his youngest son, Eamon questioned the white maggot-infested Mei before him.

The sound was a bit loud; the baby in the swaddling clothes gently shook its head and made soft humming noises.

Helpless, Bai Qu Xiaomei explained, "Kohor is too far away, and our current forces are all within Dorne, so..."

I'm sorry.

"Tell Johanna to send a Black Rose unit to Kohol, and put the others on hold for now."

With his face pressed against his youngest son's, Eamon gave his orders without any politeness.

"Yes~~"

Unable to refute the maggots, Xiaomei accepted the task under pressure.

The white maggots of King's Landing, together with the black swans of Myr, form an even larger intelligence network.

But even the largest intelligence network cannot withstand the sheer volume of information it gathers.

It's starting to get a bit tough.

"Have you never thought about training some capable deputies?"

Aemon was surprised to see her like this.

White Maggot Xiaomei sighed, "Most of our men are orphans, prostitutes, merchants, and grooms. Do you understand?"

Respectable people won't associate with them.

Finding capable individuals among the common folk is harder than taming a dragon.

"The backward Middle Ages could not produce talented people."

After saying goodbye to the white maggot Xiaomei, Yimeng pondered how to expand his influence.

Currently, he owns the Vale, Myr, the Arm of Dorne, White Garden, and Starstalker, which is equivalent to two realms, one enclave, and two castles.

The number of subordinates is barely enough, but the control over them is diluted.

The same difficulties have arisen within the royal family.

Uncle Viseris still cannot control Tyrossi and Rhys, and now he is wasting the nation's strength on the constant rebellions in Dorne.

"The family really needs time to develop; we can't expand recklessly anymore."

Imon felt a pang of regret.

The reason for summoning the white maggot Xiaomei was to provide guidance on the scene seen in the [one-time event].

The construction of the Arm of Dorne, a long bridge spanning the sea, would normally take decades to complete.

However, "Dragon Stone" is acceptable.

The Dragonstone Arcane originated in ancient Valyria, but the fire sorcerers who knew this art have long since become extinct, and the arcane art has been lost ever since.

The blacksmiths of Kohol are highly likely to have mastered this technique.

"If Damon attacks, I might be able to lend a hand."

As he walked, Imon pondered, taking the opportunity to outline the various new policies that needed to be implemented.

For example: the Longbridge, dividing Dorne, expanding the Black Roses, and further deepening the Targaryen's control over the Seven Kingdoms...

We're too busy to handle it all.

"Excuse me, I think I heard someone say that we're going to attack somewhere?"

A mature female voice came from behind, accompanied by the crisp clatter of high heels.

Emon turned his head and saw Elaine's alluring face, full of collagen.

Her clothing was still so revealing, boldly displaying her skin and curves.

Aemon reached out and pulled down the swaddling veil.

This is not suitable for babies.

"I heard early this morning that Princess Renella gave birth to a boy. Is this it?"

Elaine's eyes lit up, and she casually pulled back the veil, revealing a wrinkled, rosy little face.

After having her milk, Xiao Lu closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, her two equally wrinkled little fists resting under her chin.

"What an adorable little prince."

Elaine was generous with her praise, teasing the baby's soft face with her fingers and saying with a smile, "You're so good-looking, you've inherited your parents' good looks."

"..."

A look of confusion crossed Imon's eyes. How did they all find the newborn baby so cute?

And that little face that hasn't fully grown up, can you really tell who it resembles?

"Look at his eyes and nose, they're just like yours."

As if sensing his doubts, Elaine gave an affirmative answer.

Forget it.

"What do you need?" Aemon asked.

It is said that no one visits a royal palace without a reason, and after Elaine regained her freedom, she often mingled with members of the royal family.

He seemed to have accepted the fact that Dorn had surrendered with equanimity.

“It’s my uncle. He’s looking for the king to play chess with, and I…”

Elaine spread her hands, indicating a need for sympathy for those who were doing nothing.

"Then you should go and teach them how to play chess."

"Forget it, I'm afraid they'll hit me on the head with the chessboard."

The two chatted and laughed as they walked down the corridor of the Red Castle.

Aemon smiled while concealing a dagger, observing the other party's every move.

It's interesting to say.

My uncle and Coollen became good friends and often played chess together late into the night while discussing national affairs.

Alison privately complained to him several times.

Eamon reasonably suspected that his uncle was trying to avoid sleeping in the same bed with him.

man!
Once you pass... you'll be sixty-five.

“I heard that Lord Bartimus of Crab Island is going to visit King’s Landing and will be passing through Tidehead Island on his way.”

Elaine, having heard this, said, "It seems that Lord Batimos has collected many exotic treasures from foreign lands, intending to present them to you to celebrate the birth of your newborn."

Imon was certain that her next words would be a request.

"If possible."

As expected, Elaine chuckled and said, "If you're going to Tidehead Island, you can take me with you. Last time, due to an accident, I didn't have a chance to enjoy the scenery."

Imon paused, his eyes wide with surprise.

According to Renilla, Elaine was behind the exposure of the sea serpent's illegitimate child.

She succeeded.

Unfortunately, she made a fatal mistake; an incident occurred on Dragonstone, leading to her arrest and imprisonment.

"My uncle said I would be sent back to Yangji City."

Elaine met his gaze.

Their first encounter in the Red Keep dungeon was her first conversation with Rhaenyra.

The other party persuaded her to accept Dorn's defeat and promised to cover up the truth about Tidehead Island for her.

She refused him verbally.

She was a Dornish woman and a daughter of House Martell.

Even if it means death or inhuman torture, they will not yield.

However, the gods played a trick on her.

Her own uncle, Prince Coollen Martell of Dorne, was the first to submit.

Her perseverance seems like a joke.

It's no exaggeration to say that the sky collapsed in that instant.

"You want to go back to Dorne and start a rebellion?"

Aemon guessed correctly.

"I just feel that my uncle has become dependent on a wheelchair and can no longer stand up."

Elaine's smile vanished.

"You can't leave."

Immon shook his head and chuckled, ignoring her completely, and carried his youngest son back to his palace.

The other person is very smart, but unfortunately too smart, making her intelligence obvious to everyone.

From the moment he regained his freedom, he kept trying to get to know members of the royal family, revealing his inner thoughts too early.

Coollen will not take her back to Dorne.

"The Black Rose Society is in dire need of talent, and Elaine, who is said to be a genius, is a perfect fit."

Imon thought to himself with amusement.

"Slow down, don't run around."

Standing on the dock of Shipshell Town, Eamon helped Renilla up while calling out to the frolicking dragon cubs.

Led by Xiao Jie, with Benedictine and Darren close behind, the three of them rushed into the crowd and started fooling around.

Behind them followed Little Rye and Little Aegon, the two little guys leading two-year-old Viserion by the hand.

"Let them play. Why should they come out once?"

Renilla recovered quickly and, enjoying Emon's attentive care, her smile never faded.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, you have finally arrived."

Barthes arrived and welcomed him with respect and delight.

"We couldn't refuse your repeated invitations."

"Imon said with a smile."

Bartimus gave an awkward smile, sensing the prince's resentment, and became even more cautious.

Throughout history, Targaryen kings have been known for their good tempers, but they were few and far between.

Someone like Innis I was like a cotton ball that popped out of a gutter.

The same applies to Viserys.

This ensured that the nobles and lords of the seven kingdoms only remembered the king's ingratiating smile, forgetting the Targaryens' ruthlessness.

Prince Aemon is more like a true Targaryen.

Cunning, ruthless, and quick to act.

"Hurry up, don't keep Lord Corliss waiting."

It was Imon's turn to urge them on.

I have three things to do on this trip to Chaotou Island.

They took Aegon and the others to visit the young dragons on Dragonstone.

I visited Lannino; my cousin was very depressed after recovering from his injury.

To determine whether Batimus is qualified to enter the Council of Kings.

……

High Tide City, main hall.

"You are here."

Lannino stood behind his father and sister, a smile on his face, and greeted his cousin's family with a slightly reserved demeanor.

"Now that my injuries have healed, I've come to visit you and let us ride the dragon and explore the canyon."

Imon patted him on the shoulder and generously invited him to a dragon-riding competition.

Lannino stumbled and almost fell, his lips twitching slightly.

Can Haiyan and Vomisol compare speed?

Is it the kind where, halfway through the competition, you command the dragon to flick its tail and blow away the sea smoke?
“You’ve been taming dragons less lately, that’s not good.”

Imon, in high spirits, lectured him as if he were an elder.

Lannino's face darkened, and he turned to look for his two nieces.

We agreed to each do our own thing, but you're treating me like your brother-in-law.

Lanaer smiled wryly to herself.

Imon's motivational methods were always so unique, and they really stirred up Lannino's emotions.

It's just a negative emotion.

"Your Highness, I heard about Prince Imond's engagement ceremony. Many visitors came from all over the world, some of whom especially admire you and wish to meet you."

Barthemos came closer to pledge his loyalty.

"is it?"

Amon's eyes lit up; he'd better make time to meet with him.

"Please!" Batimos exclaimed, slightly excited.

"Xiao Jie, come here."

The reception was to be held in the Ninth Navigation Hall. Before the guests arrived, Imon summoned his eldest son.

"Father, what is it?"

Jaheris jogged along, his eyes full of anticipation.

Seeing his expression, Imon hesitated for a second.

He's a bit biased towards girls.

He usually pays more attention to his twin daughters, and secondarily to Helena and Imond, while ignoring his son who is less of a worry.

Boys... should be raised with a spirit of hardship, so that they can be self-reliant and strive for excellence.

Suddenly, the father and son were alone together, and Xiao Jie was very happy.

I want to give you a gift.

Amon's heart softened, and he decided to spend half a day with his eldest son.

"Really? That's great!!"

Jahelis smiled broadly, a smile reminiscent of his father's.

Renilla is a wonderful mother who always showers her children with love and has raised Jay very well.

"of course."

Aemon pulled a golden-nosed rat out of his pocket, pried open its mouth, and took out a blue egg.

"Wow!!!!"

Jaeheris was amazed.

It's not that it's startling an egg, but rather startling a mouse.

Even though it wasn't the first time I'd seen a struggling golden-nosed rat, I couldn't help but have my eyes light up and want to own one.

The ability to store things in the mouth is truly amazing.

"The egg is yours, Little White isn't."

Imon stingily pocketed the golden-nosed rat.

"Squeak!"

An anonymous mouse screamed, strongly requesting a new loving owner.

Boom!
One flick on the forehead, and the pocket fell silent.

"Take a look, this egg is something special."

Imon had a kind smile.

Jahelis shuddered and took the egg with an awkward smile.

I thought to myself, "My father is so mean... but I love him so much."

"Is this a dragon egg? And it's blue?" he asked curiously.

Imon shook his head: "No, it should be an egg."

Jaeheris was startled and compared the slap of his left hand with the blue egg.

This doesn't look like an egg!

Judging by its size, it clearly resembles a goose egg.

And besides dragon eggs, are there any other eggs with such vibrant colors?

"These are not ordinary eggs; they are eggs that I finally managed to get."

An explanation of Imonviticization.

"Can I take it back and hatch the chicks?"

Jaehalis suddenly fell in love with the blue egg and wanted to hatch it and keep it with him, just like the magical mouse in his father's pocket.

"can."

Imon readily agreed.

Don't eat it, it's meant for you to hatch.

The father was too lazy to incubate the eggs, so the son did it for him.

If chicks hatch from them, the family will gain a rare and exotic animal, which will be a great achievement.

"Thank you, Father. I'll go right away!"

Jaeheris treasured it greatly and took it away like a precious gem.

Watching his eldest son skip and hop, Imon's lips curled into a slight smile.

"Your Highness, they've arrived."

Bartimos entered.

Amon's smile vanished, he turned around, and said coldly, "Hmm."

(End of this chapter)