Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 309 The Wise Man of Yi Land - Langwu (Happy Children's Day!)
"Are you the wise man from the barbarian lands?"

Imon sat imposingly on his floating throne, scrutinizing the thin, withered old man in the hall.

The old man had snow-white hair, bright black eyes, and wore a gray linen shirt. He was rough and clumsy, looking more like a farmer than a scholar.

"What's your name?"

Aemon met with several foreign envoys, but this unassuming old man caught his attention.

Because the other person was not only different in clothing and temperament, but also had the Chinese features he was familiar with.

They don't have the blond hair and blue eyes of the Andals, nor the tall and strong stature of their ancestors; they just have the ordinary appearance of an East Asian.

Fun fact: Yidi is located in the east of the continent of Essos, east of Quills, and adjacent to the Jade Sea. It is a peninsula kingdom.

Their cultural customs are similar to those of ancient China.

“Your Highness, I am a shaman of the Bu clan. You may call me Lang.”

The old wizard remained calm and composed, a smile on his face, speaking at a measured and peaceful pace.

The Yi region was a feudal state, and its ruler was called the Son of Heaven.

The emperor's surname became the name of the state.

Imon did some mental calculations and concluded that the current Yi ruler was probably the fourth or fifth generation of the Bu clan.

That's right, even in barbarian lands, the same kind of rebellion is prevalent.

The Bourgeois dynasty replaced the previous emperor and established its kingdom around the same time as the Targaryen dynasty.

"Oh, so you've come to see me because you have some treasure to give me first?"

Imon tilted his head, a smile unconsciously spreading across his face.

His Highness respects the elderly and cherishes the young, and is willing to give the other party a chance to please him.

The old wizard shook his head and said with shame, "I'm sorry, Your Highness. I am a poor man. I have come before you seeking a job, and I have no treasure to offer."

In the customs of the Yi people, all members of the royal family except the emperor are referred to as princes and princesses.

"That's a pity. Without treasures, I can hardly see your sincerity."

Imon's face turned cold, and he called out directly, "Next..."

"Wait a minute."

The old wizard's expression changed, and he reached out to salvage the situation: "I have some books that I think might still be of some use."

A smile played on Imon's lips.

Soon, a thick stack of books was moved to his feet; they were all ancient books bound with thin hemp rope.

It had everything from the Yi, the ancient Valyrians, and the Rhoynar, and it was not available to the outside world.

It's clearly a collection of books unique to Yi regions.

"Since the old man has given so much of his wealth, I cannot refuse."

Immun's expression changed instantly, and he continued to show respect for the elderly and care for the young.

The old wizard tugged at his sleeve and silently wiped away his sweat.

That's more like robbery than a gift.

With the book "Knocking on the Door"... bricks, the old man and the young man asked each other questions and chatted happily.

The old wizard had no surname; Lang was his given name, which was also a designation of his profession.

According to him, the Yi region was in chaos, and the emperor was a mediocre ruler who only knew how to keep servants for amusement and enjoy the flattery of his subordinates.

The local lords, with their own armies, were arrogant and disrespectful to the emperor, and frequently attacked each other, leading to disasters.

The old wizard was originally the tutor of the previous emperor, and was highly respected for his role in prophecy and divination.

But his advice was useless. When the emperor consulted him for divination, he would truthfully tell him the result, whether it was good or bad.

It was more likely to bring misfortune than good fortune, and the emperor disliked it.

Suddenly, the stone steps of the islands crumbled, and the Arm of Dorne reappeared, rising a towering fiery peak that reached into the clouds.

Meanwhile, on the distant other side of the continent, a young prince appeared in the Targaryen dynasty.

The old wizard believed that Fire Peak and the young prince were in line with the background of ancient Valyria, and that the Targaryen dragon race was destined to rise to power.

Since he was not well received in the barbarian lands, he sold off his meager possessions and traveled here by boat.

"So, I have the countenance of an emperor?"

Imon straightened his chest and asked, half-jokingly.

The old wizard shook his head and bowed deeply: "A prince cannot tarnish the image of an emperor; the Bu family is far inferior in this regard."

He speaks in a very classical, old-fashioned style.

Imon paused for a moment, looking at the withered old man with surprise, not expecting him to be so eloquent.

To compare oneself to the emperor is to belittle oneself.

"Someone, bring a chair for the old man."

After talking for a while, Imon decided to take care of the old man.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

The old wizard sat down, shifted his position, and seemed quite interested in a chair.

Imon asked, "Is it really appropriate for you to speak so disparagingly of the King of the Barbarians?"

"Nothing is wrong."

The old shaman remained calm and offered an explanation: "The Bu clan emperor and the Yi vassal lords are all barbarians with a harsh nature at their core."

He then went on to explain further.

Similar to Westeros, the Yi are a diverse ethnic group, not a single-race nation.

The Yi people's emperor, also known as the Bu clan, were descended from the Jihan people.

According to the old wizard, the people of Jihan are full of lies, claiming everything belongs to their ancestors, but they have no real skills.

Ironically, the most common people were those from impoverished backgrounds, and many of the emperors after the Golden Age came from such backgrounds.

The Salt People live near the Jade Sea. They are skilled in fishing and farming, but they place great importance on bloodlines, have a clear hierarchy, and are ambitious.

Historically, during dynasties ruled by the Salt People, there was a time when they wantonly slaughtered people from other barbarian lands, just to give the Salt People more fertile ground to live on.

Secondly, there are the Northern Xian people who like sauerkraut, the Rong people with different physical characteristics, and the forest people from the forest...

Aemon listened intently, but his brow furrowed more and more as he listened.

It sounds like the land of the barbarians is not ancient China, but rather more like the land of people from a peninsula or Japan.

Their clothing, etiquette, and culture are very similar, yet clearly distinct from ancient China. "What race are you?"

Eamon was a little annoyed.

"I am half Valyrian, but I am a vegetable at heart."

The old wizard raised his chin with a touch of arrogance.

His hair was not gray from old age, but rather the natural silver-white of a Valyrian, though his appearance and skin color remained those of a barbarian.

Aemon asked what the vegetable man meant.

"We love farming and iron tools, and have developed many advanced inventions. Most of us love wearing beautiful clothes and cooking with tripods..."

It was clear that the old wizard was very confident in his bloodline, as he spoke at length about it.

Aemon frowned and summed it up in one sentence.

The vegetable farmers possessed both farming and iron tools. Farming was for sustenance, and iron tools were for the convenience of farming. However, when some people prevented them from farming, iron tools took on another function.

This has a bit of the feel of ancient China.

"Unfortunately, the status of the vegetable people has always been low. They are oppressed by other races and are called 'clothing-loving peasants'."

The old wizard sighed, feeling quite melancholy about it.

In his view, the Shu people were more polite, skilled in farming and iron tools, and more suitable for governing the country.

When the lands of the barbarians were in the hands of other races, it was truly a long, dark period of time.

The Long Night refers to eight thousand years ago, when the Bloodstone Emperor usurped the throne from his elder sister, the Purple Queen, and married a tiger-woman, angering the Night Lion of Faith and bringing about the disaster of a cold winter and darkness.

Based on the year and the scale of the disaster, it is highly likely that it was an invasion by the White Walkers.

"Alright, alright, stop talking."

Aemon waved his hand to stop him, not wanting to hear any more of the other's disappointment with the barbarian emperor, and asked, "What abilities do you have? Prophecy and divination are not popular in Westeros."

“Your Highness, I know a little bit about everything.”

The old wizard was very humble.

When Aemon asked what he was good at, he said, "Besides his main job of divination, he also knows a little about medicine and astrology. If he were to serve the dragon Targaryens, he would have also studied some mysticism."

The old wizard demonstrated it on the spot.

A thin, bony hand emerged from the sleeve, and someone muttered incantations as a wisp of flame suddenly appeared in the palm.

"Um!?"

Imon stood up and leaned closer to examine it.

There was indeed a magical fluctuation just now; the opponent is truly skilled.

They are much stronger than the group of fire mages we captured on the Stone Steps Islands.

“Prince, I think I can do a job, even if it’s just doing math notes.”

The old wizard broke out in a cold sweat and extinguished the flame in his palm.

In this era of low magical activity, it is difficult to cast any spell.

His ability to achieve something stemmed from his arrival in Westeros, where he sensed a higher concentration of fire magic in the air.

"You can do math?"

Emon was surprised; he knew so much, yet he said he only knew a little bit.

"Divination is a method of divination based on numerology."

The old wizard started by saying he was anti-feudal.

"Oh my, you're really talented. You can't just be a bookkeeper or a record maker."

Aemon's expression immediately changed. He patted the old wizard on the shoulder and laughed, "I have a son and two daughters, and I'm in need of qualified teachers. You can take on the role."

His previous profession was the emperor's tutor, and later he became a full-time diviner.

They are more than qualified to be teachers to Xiao Jie and his classmates.

"Dare to disobey orders."

The old wizard's lips twitched, and he endured the excruciating pain in his shoulder as he clasped his hands in front of him and bowed deeply.

That slap almost killed him.

As expected of the legendary Targaryen prince, born of bronze and fire, he wielded the most powerful dragons of his time and even slew one.

I've heard that the Lonely Mountain in the Vale and the Fire Peak of the Arm of Dorne are both connected to this prince.

He hadn't believed it before, thinking it was just some kind of auspicious omen fabricated by the Bu family emperor.

Upon first meeting Imon, his handsome appearance with silver hair and purple eyes, and his tall and strong physique, made the Yi people's emperor look like dirt.

The descendants of the dragon kings of ancient Valyria are truly born with exceptional talent.

……

"Well, I've found a qualified teacher for Xiao Jie and the others."

That night, Eamon lay on Renilla's lap, in a very good mood.

"Didn't you investigate his background?"

Renilla munched on a cantaloupe grown in Yizhou, feeling a little worried.

There are too many vultures coveting the bloodline of the true dragon.

Their generation was fortunate; no one died young without cause.

My grandfather Belon's generation suffered a great loss.

"Don't you think he's a lot like the blood sorcerers and pyromancers that dragon kings chose for their children during the ancient Valyrian period?"

Imon continued the ancient Valyrian system, believing that children should be exposed to these things early on.

He sent people to investigate the origins of Langwu.

There's nothing wrong with him. He's just a withered old man who gets so anxious that he curses the barbarian emperor, whose divinations always turn out badly, and who gets kicked out of the court by the young emperor.

But there is no denying that he was indeed a wise man.

They possess a knowledge base comparable to that of a PhD from a prestigious university.

Renilla frowned, still a little uneasy.

Amon patted her thigh, indicating that she didn't need to worry, as he had already arranged guards for Little Jay both openly and secretly.

Sir Steve, a member of the Kingsguard, once again has the honor of serving as the young prince's sword instructor.

(End of this chapter)