Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 310 The Valyrian Bloodline Must Not Be Betrayed

The sky was clear, and the clouds were thick.

Outside Chaotou Island, the sea is blue and vast, and from a high vantage point, one can see the magnificent scenery of Houdao.

boom--

A sudden, thunderous roar ripped through the thick, swirling clouds, revealing a majestic bronze dragon head.

“Hiss—”

Vormisor raised its head and roared, flapping its huge brown dragon wings from side to side, and a burst of dragon flames surged from deep in its throat.

Whoosh!!!!
A pale silver dragon shadow flashed by, emerging from the torn clouds and instantly surpassing the ancient bronze dragon.

"Hahaha~~~~"

Lannino laughed loudly: "Sea Smoke, Dragon Flame!!"

boom--

A streak of orange-yellow flame mixed with silver threads shot out, streaking across the azure landscape like a cluster of fireworks over the sea.

"Hiss!"

Haiyan was smug and increased the frequency of its wing flapping, intending to shake off the bronze dragon.

The next instant, a thick plume of smoke billowed in, and I was caught off guard and plunged headfirst into it.

"Cough cough... What is that?"

Lannino's vision went black, and he coughed repeatedly, his eyes watering from the choking.

"Roar—!!"

Vaghar slowly appeared, his enormous, oasis-like dark green body soaring through the air, his wings casting shadows that covered a vast expanse of sky and earth.

The thick smoke just now was the black smoke mixed with the dragon flames it spewed out.

"Charge, Vaghar!!"

Lannar patted the thick dragon's back, her twin daughters screaming in front of her, and didn't forget to turn around and laugh at her foolish younger brother.

boom--

Ultimately, the aging Waghal was overtaken by Vomisor.

"Land, Vomisol!"

With his silver hair flowing, Imon skillfully maneuvered his dragon and landed on the barren beach of Tidehead Island.

The three dragon riders who lagged behind followed closely behind, landing one after another.

Why three?

boom!
Jaeheris unfastened the chains around his waist, jumped off the dragon's back, and pouted, complaining, "Mom, we lost again."

Renella's face darkened, and she turned away, ignoring the unfortunate child.

"Hiss!"

Syracuse roared with pleasure, especially toward Haiyan, who was of similar size, as if boasting about how powerful it was.

It's not good at speed, but it's strong.

“Your Highness, you have truly broadened my horizons.”

Langwu, his face beaming with delight, ran over with tiny, quick steps.

Accompanying them were a group of noble lords, including the Sea Serpent and Batimos.

"Your Highness, Vomisol's imposing presence far surpasses that of the centenarian king during his lifetime."

Barthemos was very excited, believing that he had truly made the right choice in following the right person.

The Targaryen family's power was built on the backs of dragons.

Imon listened with a smile to their flattery, occasionally returning a compliment.

……

Terminal 9.

A vivid dragon-riding demonstration concluded, and Targaryen reputation reached its peak.

"Some Dornish people who were passing by saw the dragon and were almost speechless with shock."

Barthimos and You Rongyan surrounded Aemon.

He is a pragmatic person.

The prince could easily intimidate foreign envoys by simply holding a dragon-riding performance.

Only by following in the footsteps of such people can one have room for improvement.

"A sycophantic villain."

The sea serpent scoffed inwardly.

Amond's engagement ceremony was just around the corner, and Tidehead Island, serving as an outpost of King's Landing, was temporarily filled with a large number of noble lords.

Everyone witnessed Battimos's sycophantic behavior, and opinions on it were mixed.

Butimos didn't care at all.

Today is different from the past; times have changed.

The Targaryens embarked on a glorious path of prosperity, their population flourished, and their dragons multiplied, unstoppable by any force.

The Valerian and Targaryen families have been intermarried for generations. The Sea Serpent controls half of the kingdom's fleet, owns a free trading city-state, and even has two dragon riders.

In contrast, the Setiga family seems to have fallen into decline.

Actually, that's not the case; to be precise, it's outdated.

Still powerful, but not powerful enough to catch up with the Targaryens and Valerian.

"Lord Batimus, I will give you priority in handling the tax matters in the Fire Peak Strait."

Amon remained elegant and offered a generous reward.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Bartimus perked up and decisively ate the pancake.

Imon smiled, and once the other person had left, he finally had some peace and quiet.

It wasn't just empty talk, because he genuinely intended to promote Batimos.

At first, he had no liking for this stubborn and greedy old man. If it weren't for his foolish idea at the end of the "Dance of the Dragons" and his crazy exploitation of the people of King's Landing who were already suffering from the ravages of war, Rhaenyra would not have perished.

But there are always two sides to every story.

Barthemos had a good relationship with him; the two had known each other for a long time.

The gates of Crab Island were always open to him, and Barthemos was always the first to offer his flattery.

That's an advantage, isn't it?

Of course, Batimus was talented, whether in economics, maritime trade, military affairs, or so on.

Most importantly, someone persuaded him.

"Your noble prince, only three of the noble bloodlines of ancient Valyria remain, your bloodline is so thin."

An elderly, withered man who wished to remain anonymous offered his advice.

As the Targaryen bloodline flourished, it needed the support of other members of the same bloodline to ensure it wouldn't leak out or be diluted through intermarriage.

Amon thought it made sense.

After the unification of the seven kingdoms, there were still free trade city-states on the other side of the strait.

The expansion of the kingdom's territory means that the Iron Throne's control over its vassals will loosen, necessitating a gradual strengthening of centralized power.

This directly touches upon the substantial interests of the aristocratic class.

If this is to be implemented, there will be many obstacles. The Valerian and Setiga families are different.

These two families migrated to Westeros with Inar the Exile, and were not part of the old noble class of the Seven Kingdoms.

The more powerful the Targaryens were, the higher their status became.

The Sea Serpent has already attained a position of power; there is no need to impose further restrictions.

However, the Setiga family has fallen too far behind and needs a proper promotion to regain their status as a valuable asset to the Targaryens.

Although Barthimus was of poor character, he was loyal and obedient.

Being a vicious dog that tears apart the aristocracy is enough.

"Your Highness, please speak further."

Suddenly, Sir Laurent of the Kingsguard hurried over, looking somewhat nervous.

Immanuel was startled and got up to follow.

……

While he was away, a major case occurred in King's Landing.

Home invasion robbery!

It doesn't sound like much, just ordinary stuff.

But the one who was robbed was a Dornish nobleman, and the robbery was of the golden robe that maintained order.

When the Minister of Justice Thaddeus led his men to inspect the small inn where the crime scene was located, they found only the corpses of Dornish noblemen and their wives and daughters who had been raped and killed.

As for money, it had already been completely looted.

"Damn it!!!!"

During the royal council, Viserys slammed his fist on the table and roared angrily, "The Gold Robes are leading the looting! Is this the security situation in King's Landing?!"

Dorne has recently submitted, but his loyalty is not yet complete.

Such a heinous incident occurring on the eve of a marriage alliance is nothing short of a disgrace to the Iron Throne.

boom! boom! boom!
The king slammed his fist on the table, making a loud thud. The ministers looked grim, and could only listen to his angry outbursts without daring to utter a word.

"You tell me, what exactly happened?!"

Viserys turned his head and glared fiercely at the Minister of Justice.

Thaddeus's fleshy body trembled, and he said tremblingly, "The case is still under investigation. The Gold Robes involved in the crime have been arrested and are being tried in the Red Keep dungeon."

He was truly terrified.

As the direct superior of the capital's garrison, it's no wonder that his subordinates are culpable for doing such a thing.

"Heh, still on trial."

Viserys sneered repeatedly, clearly dissatisfied with the progress of the case.

"His Majesty."

Leonor opened his mouth, wanting to persuade him.

Viserys interrupted abruptly, shouting, "Summon the commander of the capital's garrison!"

The Imperial Guards outside the gate received the order and quickly apprehended a middle-aged man who was two meters tall and had a robust physique.

The burly man had a dark complexion and gray hair, and looked to be at least forty years old.

"Greetings, Your Majesty. Ross Lagate greets you."

The burly Ross bowed respectfully, his voice deep and resolute, truly like a fierce and valiant general.

Viserys didn't give him a friendly look, questioning, "Your golden-robbed men broke into homes and robbed nobles! Is this how you govern? Is this how you treat my trust? Is this how you treat the security of King's Landing?!"

They should be dragged down and beheaded, their heads stuck in spears.

"His Majesty…"

The burly man Ross hesitated, glancing at the Prime Minister, who was also the King's deputy.

"What are you looking at? Is this related to the Prime Minister?!"

Viserys was furious, his eyes sharp and cunning.

Leonor was startled. How could this be related to him?
"It has something to do with it."

The burly man Ross spoke the truth, without hiding anything from the king.

The four Gold Robes were all veterans who had been with the Gold Robes since Damon was the commander, and were also skilled in the brutal street battles of capturing criminals.

After Damon was driven out of King's Landing, these men came under the command of the previous commander of the Capital Garrison, Harwin Strong.

Harwin was flamboyant by nature, but he was very generous to his subordinates. He often took them to the brothels on Silk Street, and he would also give them money when he caught petty thieves.

In doing so, he cultivated a large number of loyal followers.

After the strongman Ross took over, he implemented a stricter management system.

These unbearable golden-robed men, longing for their old superior Harvin, secretly disobeyed orders.

This burglary was orchestrated by four Gold Robes who harbored rebellious intentions. They decided to rob a group of despicable Dornish nobles and then escape to the other side of the fjord to enjoy their newfound freedom.

"Haha, I didn't expect there to be this part."

Viserys grinned menacingly, his eyes fixed fiercely on the Prime Minister.

Leonor felt a chill run through his body, his scalp tingling, and he swallowed hard.

Damn it, I'm going to be ruined by my son.

……

Night falls in the king's bedroom.

"I have decided that the Imperial Council needs to be changed."

Viserys, his face dark, forced himself to appear exhausted as he vented his resentment.

Allison paused as she folded his clothes, then said in surprise, "But the ministers of the court were just adjusted by Imon."

Even her father, Otto, was almost beaten to death and relegated to a supporting role as a royal advisor.

"not enough."

Viserys remained calm. If the royal council was starting to lose control, then something was wrong.

He was filled with fear and anxiety because of a burglary, and it was only thanks to Coollen, who dragged his wheelchair, that the other Dornish nobles who had arrived in King's Landing earlier were able to calm him down.

It almost escalated into a war that would have resulted in a diplomatic failure between the two countries.

"Well, it's all up to you."

After thinking it over, Allison decided to go along with her husband.

Viserys forced a smile, reached out and held his wife's soft little hand, only then feeling a touch of warmth.

Being a king is becoming increasingly difficult.

If there were no precedent, he would have wanted to abdicate early.

"Wait a moment, let me pack these things first."

Alison, true to form, continued packing a large pile of clothes.

They were all children's clothes.

As queen, Damon's sons, Aegon Jr. and Viserion, both need her care.

Renilla had a baby boy, and Viserion's outgrown clothes were perfect for him to wear.

"You are so gentle."