Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 311 The Sea Serpent's Illegitimate Child Arrangement
A major event has occurred in King's Landing, and news of it has quickly spread to Tidehead Island.

Despite his anger, Eamon maintained a positive attitude, winning over the Setiga family, helping Lannino overcome his depression, and incidentally taking a group of children back and forth between Dragonstone and Tidehead Island.

If you want to see dragons, see dragons; if you want to play in the water, play in the water.

The children were very happy, and Lannino's smile grew brighter every day.

Before leaving, everyone bid each other a reluctant farewell in Shipshell Town.

“Imon, although this may sound provocative, I hope you will listen to me.”

The sea serpent looked solemn, waved its hand, and two silver-haired boys ran up from behind it.

His illegitimate sons, Adam and Elin.

Aemon glanced at it.

Unlike before, Adam and Erin were now wearing clothes made of better materials, and their demeanor was more composed than that of the mischievous boy.

In contrast, the two originally cheerful boys lost their cheerful smiles and turned into respectful and cautious expressions, lowering their heads and not daring to look around in front of him.

Imon narrowed his eyes slightly, staring intently at the sea serpent's face.

Given the other party's shrewdness, they shouldn't utter such absurd words as making an illegitimate child their legal wife.

“They were all over eight years old, the age to become servants.”

The sea serpent seemed to see through the other's thoughts and said frankly, "Your eldest son, Jaeheris, is the future king, but he is still too young. You might as well arrange for two attendants to protect him closely."

"me?"

Jahelis pointed to himself, somewhat surprised.

Aemon pressed his large hand against his son's head, his face expressionless, and said, "Don't you even ask where Aunt Renis is, or if she's doing well?"

"No need. I know Renis's abilities. She will take good care of herself."

A hint of sadness flashed in the sea serpent's eyes, but he feigned composure: "She is a strong and brave woman, and both Valerian and I have received much of her care."

Imon sneered.

Men like the Sea Serpent, who are capable, or rather most capable people, have the flaw of being arrogant and conceited.

They know in their hearts that they are wrong, but they will never admit it verbally.

Enduring the torment in his heart, he refused to bow his head and utter a single soft word.

You deserve to die alone.

"Xiao Jie, it's your decision."

Immanuel didn't overstep his bounds; he simply nudged his son and let him choose for himself.

Jahelis smiled, looking a little silly, and looked up at the two larger silver-haired boys.

He roughly understood what his father and the Sea Serpent Lord meant.

"Then let them come with me."

Jahelis turned around to reply, then took Adam and Erin's hands, his eyes crinkling with laughter: "From now on, you'll stay by my side, and we'll study and practice swordsmanship together."

"Yes, Prince."

Adam and Erin were flattered and quickly bowed so that Little Jack wouldn't have to look up at them.

A smile flickered in Eamon's eyes as he turned and winked at Renilla.

Look at your son, he's just like me.

Renilla smiled and rolled her eyes at him.

What Jaehaerys thought was true: his father had hired two henchmen specifically because he was afraid that he couldn't beat his bastard uncle Aegon.

If Aegon acts recklessly again, the three of them, along with Daren and Aegon Jr., will give Aegon a good beating.

"Hey hey hey."

Jaheris laughed out loud.

"very good!"

The sea serpent was very satisfied. It bent down and patted Xiao Jie's head, saying quite seriously, "These two will become your best helpers."

At this point, he truly recognized Jaeheris as Renilla's successor.

The direction the world is heading is obvious.

The Valerian Empire has lost its best chance to compete for the Iron Throne, so the next generation must return to being allies.

Aemon married Lannar, while Adam and Elin followed Jaeheris.

This could ensure that Valerian would not decline for decades.

……

"Where's that brat? Why hasn't he come to see me?"

Viserys frowned and complained to his daughter, who had just returned from Tidehead Island.

He's been having trouble sleeping lately due to a backlog of important matters and desperately needs someone to share the burden.

Renilla shrugged and said helplessly, "I don't know."

"You need to explain yourself clearly, you are the commander of the capital's garrison!"

Wearing a black robe, Aemon stood in an alley on Silk Street, making things difficult for Ross Lagate, the commander of the capital's garrison.

The burly Ross, feeling utterly helpless, pulled over a dashing young man with silver hair and purple eyes from behind him and said in a muffled voice, "Your Highness, let him introduce you."

"Prince!"

Clement Setiga nodded in greeting, looking quite dashing in his golden robes and the essential chainmail and gold shawl.

"Just back off."

Aemon waved away the burly man, Ross, and called over Barthemos's eldest son: "You will be our guide and tell us about all aspects of King's Landing."

"Yes, Prince."

Clement was neither intimidated nor tongue-tied like the commander.

Aemon grunted in agreement, signaling him to lead the way.

The other party was an old acquaintance, having participated together in the war to conquer the Three Women's Kingdom, and their skills had been recognized.

"King's Landing is very large. Besides Silk Street and Flea Nest, there are Blacksmith Square, Fisherman's Square, the Cathedral of the Seven... It's densely populated. I've never seen so many people on Crab Island."

Clement explained very seriously, pointing to the unremovable feces stains on the street floor and shaking his head repeatedly: "I've never seen so much feces that it could drown a person."

Imon frowned: "The cleanup crew is slacking off?"

"Absolutely impossible."

Clement quickly denied it, and said with a wry smile, "Both the cleanup crew and the Golden Robes worked very diligently, but King's Landing is too big, you understand?"

King's Landing, a city with a population of over 500,000.

During his reign, King Ragnaros took over the Red Keep left by his uncle Maeger and also cleaned up the sewers that his grandfather Aegon the Conqueror had dug during his lifetime, which had long been blocked.

This prevented the horrific scene of the city being filled with excrement every time it rained. After becoming the heir to the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra hired orphans to clean the streets and maintain the city's cleanliness.

King's Landing, where the stench of excrement could be smelled from ten miles away, has been transformed into the clean, tidy, and majestic capital it is today.

However, governance that prioritizes people's livelihoods is far from adequate.

As Imon walked along, he saw a blacksmith, two meters tall, carrying two large wooden buckets out of his blacksmith shop. Across the street, he drew water from a well, but the water he drew was murky and turbid.

He asked Clermont to fetch him a bucket of well water.

If you take a closer sniff, it smells like feces.

"This water wasn't boiled, so it wasn't drunk."

Imon frowned.

"Yes, but the people of King's Landing have no choice. Those with a little spare money prefer to go to the tavern and order a cheap beer."

Clermont has been in office for nearly a year and has a thorough understanding of the situation in King's Landing.

Imon nodded and made a note of the well.

His purpose in coming today was actually to conduct a surprise inspection of the Golden Robe to see if there were any more lawless thugs.

A sudden inspiration struck him, and he decided to observe the lives of ordinary people.

As the royal domain expands, stronger governance is needed.

Before long, the two arrived at the newly reclaimed land outside the city.

The newly established fields were cultivated by the orphans of Xintian. After several years of hard work, the land became their property, and they paid one-tenth of their grain to the royal family each year.

A tax rate of one-tenth is already a very low tax rate on the continent of Westeros.

Most nobles' fiefdoms were subject to a 30% or 50% tax.

Some despicable lords even dared to take seven-tenths of the profits, squeezing the people of their fiefdoms until they were left with nothing to eat.

The royal family would never tolerate such a person. They would usually be arrested, brought to King's Landing for trial, and given a choice between beheading and impaling their head on a spear or being exiled to the Wall.

"The Iron Throne is being governed quite well, isn't it?"

As Eamon watched the busy figures in the newly cultivated fields, he asked Clermont.

Clement is certainly right.

That's actually true. Of the five Targaryen rulers, the first three were focused on unifying the kingdom and suppressing rebellions, until the reigns of his great-grandfather Jaehaerys and his uncle Viserys, when they devoted themselves to governing the kingdom.

For six or seven decades, peace prevailed, and the people lived a stable life.

In particular, his great-grandfather Jaeheris was just and tolerant, and his great-grandmother Queen Alexandra was kind and benevolent.

Many of the bad habits established by the nobility were changed, and some human rights of ordinary people were restored.

Although his uncle Viseris was mediocre, he did a good job of continuing his great-grandfather's rule.

This is a hundred times better than some wild boar king in later generations who, after usurping the throne, recklessly caused famine on the Iron Throne, constantly waging war and hunting, leaving commoners without sons to cultivate the land, and causing the currency to become increasingly worthless!
At that time, many nobles and commoners secretly hoped at home that a beggar king who wished to remain anonymous would restore his kingdom.

"Your Highness, it's getting late, let's go back."

Before we knew it, it was getting dark.

Aemon glanced at the sky and strode briskly back to the Red Keep.

On the way, he formulated some plans in his mind.

The wells must be improved and more wells dug to ensure that ordinary people have access to clean water.

Throughout history, countless plagues have broken out in King's Landing and even Westeros, and these have been closely related to the problem of drinking water.

Noble gentlemen need not worry about this; after all, commoners do not understand the elegance of never letting go of a wine glass.

Public security needs to be improved.

King's Landing has too many people, and five thousand gold robes are still not enough. We can only hope that Ross and Clement will put in some effort to strengthen the management of the gold robes.

The farmland and grain production need to be slightly modified.

There is no more arable land around King's Landing, but there is some near Blackwater Bay, where some civilians can be relocated.

The issue of food has always been a sensitive one.

If Blackwater Bay is blockaded, King's Landing will soon run out of food.

They mainly relied on trade between rivers and bends with foreign countries to obtain important materials such as grain, salt, and iron.

"We need to strengthen control over the river bends."

Imon pondered this secretly.

Harrenhal was located in the Riverlands, and with Rhaenyra's prestige, all the lords of the Riverlands called themselves her subjects.

River bends are not suitable.

The Greenhand Garth family has too many bloodlines, and the nobles intermarry, forming a vast network along the river bend.

Even Tyrell of Highgarden couldn't control his vassals, and the Iron Throne could only rely on benevolent rule.

“After his engagement, Imond went to the Reach to work the land.”

Aemon must secure supply lines to ensure that King's Landing will never experience a food crisis, no matter when or where.

The chaos in King's Landing during the Dance of the Dragons was truly terrifying.

……

Red Castle.

Inside the Scholar's Tower, there is a detached attic.

"Close your eyes, regulate your breathing, and don't let your mind wander, just like you're asleep."

Langwu sat cross-legged, gently instructing the princes and princesses.

Benedict sat cross-legged under her little skirt, swaying her small body from side to side, scratching her face in frustration.

Renia was a good girl, sitting quietly, and gradually began to snore softly.

She's really asleep.

Upon seeing this, Langwu shook his head, but when he saw the three princes, his eyes lit up.

Darren stood upright, breathing evenly, his small chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Little Yigen is melancholic but also calm and doesn't act rashly.

The most eye-catching figure was Jaeheris, who sat in the middle.

Xiao Jie had his eyes closed and his head tilted to the side, as if he were asleep.

Even though the posture was incorrect, the breathing was extremely natural, and the aura of the whole body was perfectly natural.

Langwu took a closer look and found that the little guy was emitting heat, just like a small furnace.

"genius!!"

(End of this chapter)