Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 319 The Abducted Baby Dragon and... the Dragon Trafficker?

"What did you say? It's not lost!?"

Aemon hurriedly returned to King's Landing, only to be told by the elderly dragon tamer that the young dragon Stormcloud had not been lost, but rather that there was another reason for the loss.

what's the situation?
The elderly dragon tamer spoke with relief in High Valyrian: “Someone has discovered the Storm Cloud in the Arm of Dorne. It has made a new nest at the First Fire Peak with another wild dragon, Urax.”

? ?
Aemon's eyes widened; he didn't understand, but he was deeply shocked.

You mean, the wild dragon Urax posed as a dragon trader, kidnapped the weak and helpless Stormcloud, and flew to the newly risen First Fire Peak to settle down?

What... this gives off a vibe of a yellow-haired guy abducting a rich girl.

"It was discovered by the Unsullied, who are guarding the Fire Peak to prevent greedy individuals from disturbing the young dragon."

The elderly dragon tamer reported truthfully and made a request: "The First Fire Peak is too far away. Please send some dragon tamers there and do not let the young dragons grow up alone in the wild."

"no problem."

Before Aemon could even process what was happening, he had already agreed.

The elderly dragon tamer bowed respectfully and took his leave, satisfied.

"The storm cloud wasn't lost, but rather it was kidnapped?"

After a while, Eamon was both amused and exasperated, but he felt a sense of relief.

Dragons are powerful, but birth, aging, sickness, and death are also inevitable parts of a dragon's life.

The Targaryen dragons have historically suffered from a shortage of offspring, partly due to gluttons stealing dragon eggs and preying on young dragons.

Another reason is that young dragons themselves have a high probability of dying young.

Excluding cases of being hunted, every ten or twenty years on Dragonstone, the remains of a young dragon, fallen off a cliff and entangled in vines, are found in the ruins of a cave.

A similar situation has been demonstrated by Inar, the "exile".

Of the five dragons who migrated to Dragonstone with their family, four perished except for the young Balerion.

The cause of death remains unknown.

The conclusion from Xuecheng is that even dragons can experience problems adapting to a new environment.

"Luckily, nothing happened, otherwise the loss would have been huge."

Aemon patted his chest, secretly glad he had scared himself. His little brother, Aemon, was already sensitive by nature; if he had also lost his companion dragon, he would have become completely depressed.

……

"The Bitterbridge established a transit market, and from then on, the grain transported from the River Bend to the Rose Avenue was secured."

The sea serpent Corliss sat arrogantly at the conference table.

The Imperial Conference was convened to discuss matters related to the Bitter Bridge, the construction of granaries, and the purchase of grain.

"What I mean is that the River Bend is producing too much grain, and the transportation costs to various places are too high. King's Landing is buying up large quantities of grain, so there is no need to pay the original price."

Kolis looked around confidently and said, "Reduce the existing prices by 30%, and establish a new trade system centered on Highgarden, White Garden City, and Bitterbridge."

After speaking, Thaddeus frowned in deep thought, Grand Scholar Orville stopped taking notes, Tyran scratched his head vigorously, Johanna was intrigued, and Batimus looked solemn.

They were all exceptional individuals who could understand what the sea serpents meant.

But... it's not easy to implement!

“The old town is the trading port of the Reach. Without the old town, the nobles of the Reach would not recognize it.”

After more than a year of recovery, Otto finally had the bandages and splints removed from his arm, and his complexion improved considerably. He looked at the sea serpent with a rather confrontational attitude.

Corliss sneered and retorted, "If we don't abandon the old town, the Reach nobles will band together. How will the national treasury be able to buy enough grain to fill it up in a short time!"

Otto remained silent; any answer to this question would be a trap.

clap clap clap!
Bored, Aemon tapped the table to interrupt and made a decision: "We'll do as Lord Corliss says. Lord Thaddeus will cooperate on this matter, and we'll contact Earl Casway of Bitterbridge for follow-up."

"Your Highness...wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

Tailan stood up, somewhat hesitant and excited.

The Westerlands can also produce food, and Lannister Port has many trade dealings with King's Landing. If the nobles of the Reach suddenly come together to provide food, both the Westerlands and the Lannister family will be affected.

"Oh, what insightful opinion does Lord Tylan have?"

Without Imon saying a word, the sea serpent gave a cold, sidelong glance, its aura as powerful as the ocean waves easily forcing the young man to retreat.

"No, no objection."

Tailan gave an awkward smile, obediently sat down, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The other ministers present remained relatively silent, while Otto stared at the increasingly powerful sea serpent with a rather gloomy expression.

Who is Corliss?
The most powerful lord in the Seven Kingdoms, he controls half of the kingdom's fleet, manages the economy of Tyros, and still has a dragon rider son.

Throughout Viserys's reign, both Otto and Leonor were known for their low-key approach, striving to appear outwardly harmonious while secretly maintaining control of the king.

Corliss, on the other hand, outwardly controlled the royal council but secretly criticized the king as an incompetent ruler.

The main feature is that it is both tall and hard.

Rather...

Otto's gaze darkened as he glanced at Imon, who sat in the main seat with a beaming smile.

"Is there something you need, Lord Otto?"

With his keen senses, Imon turned his head and met Otto's gaze, completely unconcerned about the other's malice, and gave a simple smile.

He knew better than anyone that the sea serpent was mad.

But so what?

Can the sea serpents be more arrogant than him, or can the Valerian rival the Targaryen?

What we need is the Sea Serpent's dominance, to put immense pressure on the ministers of the Imperial Council, lest they truly treat the Imperial Council as a table for the nobles of the seven kingdoms to divide power, and start cheating and shirking their duties as soon as they take office.

He was neither a weak uncle nor an impulsive Damon.

With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed the deliberately suppressed sea serpent, instantly shattering the loosely organized imperial council meeting.

"Your Highness, our fleets have withdrawn from Greenblood River, but the Arm of Dorne has not yet been built. This matter cannot be delayed any longer."

Before he could enjoy his triumph for long, Corliss turned his attention to Imon, who was on the same side.

Imon paused, then asked, "What about the grain purchase and the granary?"

“I will handle everything. If you are worried, you can arrange for Lord Tylan to assist you. It won’t take long.”

Kolis tilted his head slightly, revealing an air of certainty.

What others considered a difficult new policy to implement was merely a matter of a few words from him.

"Um...that's good."

Aemon was also taken aback by his confidence, thinking to himself that he really hadn't chosen the wrong prime minister. Look at how efficient he is!
The construction of the Arm of Dorne was multi-part and complex.

A "bridge of progress" should be built across the strait, and a free trade city-state should be built on the Arm of Dorne.

The first fire peak must also be protected to prevent it from being disturbed.

Just then, Aemon was heading to the First Fire Peak to search for the kidnapped baby dragon, Stormcloud.

“Then let’s set off together, first to survey the location for building the trading castle, and then transport materials from various places.” Corliss was swift and decisive, arranging the process in just a few words.

"He's practically a superman!"

Aemon left the meeting hall and went to find his uncle Viserys, who was staying in his bedchamber.

Viserys's hand trembled as he played with the figurine, and he smiled: "The Sea Serpent's talent is indeed impeccable."

I'm so jealous!!!!
Damn sea serpents, and damn Damon.

Viserys believed that if Damon had been more obedient, shown brotherly respect, and properly assisted him, the two brothers would have been no less capable than the previous Aemon and Belron brothers, and would have been able to thoroughly defeat the Sea Serpent.

Imon pursed his lips, guessing that his uncle was muttering to himself again.

He didn't ask when the other party would resume power; when the other party wanted to, they would naturally return to the Imperial Council.

Moreover… Imon scrutinized his uncle’s complexion, which was pale and ashen, lacking its usual rosy glow. His once full head of silver-gold hair was showing signs of thinning, and despite the sweltering heat, he had a blanket covering his legs and was breathing heavily from time to time.

As Viserys aged, even with good maintenance, he could not escape the decline in his health.

In particular, during Aemond's engagement ceremony, Cole and Geralt got into a fight, which sparked a brawl between the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms and Dorne, resulting in several deaths.

This caused him excessive worry and severely impacted his physical and mental health, making him feel as if he had aged ten years overnight.

"By the way, what are you planning to do with Cole and Geralt?"

Viserys was playing when he suddenly remembered that the two of them were still locked up in the Red Keep dungeon.

"Please, you are the king."

Imon remained silent.

Viserys smiled and waved his hand: "Now that you're in power, you've got a lot of tricks up your sleeve."

Imon rolled his eyes, speechless: "Just keep it locked up for now."

In a year or two, when I have some free time, I'll consider releasing him to make amends.

“Hmm.” Viserys nodded, then said, “Duke Ariel Dayne wrote that we need not worry about him, Geralt is at your disposal, but he hopes that the clan sword ‘Dawn’ will be kept safe and that someone will be sent to retrieve it once the results are in.”

"Hehe, there's a hidden meaning in your words!"

Aemon smiled, not caring about the pressure on Ariel; he could just stall for time.

The Dane family's ancestral sword, "Dawn," is indeed in his hands, and he gains 10 magic essences every two weeks.

We'll return "Dawn" once Geralt is released.

"It's great that you're both here."

Allison walked in with a smile on her face, holding a lively little baby in her arms.

"Oh~~, look who's here."

Viserys smiled kindly and got up to pick up his grandson.

Allison handed it to him with a smile, her movements gentle and showing no sign of disrespect.

"Are you full?"

Emon was surprised; the little one had just been nursing in Renilla's room.

"He ate a lot; his tummy was bulging."

Allison's eyes were full of smiles as she touched the baby's forehead with her fingers, showing her immense affection.

She had a problem with Renilla, which made her rather cold towards Jaeheris.

But when he got to Luslis, the more he looked at him, the more he thought of Imon when he was a child, and he had to see him every day.

When Renilla went out to the Reach, she was left in Renilla's care.

As if sensing something, Renilla walked in, her high heels clicking softly.

"Alison, I'm about to breastfeed him."

Renilla was furious and very unhappy.

Allison's smile faded, and she placed her hands in front of her, saying dismissively, "Xiao Lu can't wait any longer, and she even found him a wet nurse so that he can be well-fed."

“I am Xiaolu’s mother. You should ask me before making any decisions.”

Renilla stared with her almond-shaped eyes, speaking slowly and deliberately.

She sensed that Allison had turned her hostility toward her into a sinister plan to deprive her of the right to raise her children.

Both the academics and the nuns said that the child should be breastfed, especially since she had plenty of milk.

But Allison always liked to secretly take them away and give them to the wet nurses at the Red Castle to breastfeed.

This made her feel offended.

"I can't ask for your permission for everything."

Alison was no pushover either, and made an excuse: "You and Aemon went to the Reach, leaving me alone in the Red Keep to take care of Viserys and manage Aegon and Viserion every day. Where were you then?"

"Ha, are you complaining?"

Renilla crossed her arms and was so angry she laughed.

The two women were unwilling to give in to each other, and the tension in the bedroom grew increasingly intense.

"Alright, it's just feeding the baby. Let Renilla do it herself from now on, and we can hand it over to the wet nurse if needed."

Viserys stepped in and, with the authority of a husband and father, forcefully suppressed this minor family dispute.

"Hmph!" Renilla snorted coldly.

Allison didn't care at all, showing a victor's smile, and took Xiaolu back from Viserys's arms.

Imon grinned as he watched, secretly polishing a small stone chick figurine.

No wonder Uncle couldn't reconcile Allison and Renilla; he would have been in the same boat.

“Aemon, we’re leaving for the Arm of Dorne tomorrow. I have some things to tell you before we go.”

Renilla got down to business.

Johanna was transferred from Myr to King's Landing to assume the long-dormant role of Chief of Intelligence.

Imon had no intention of appointing him to this position and was very resistant to the idea of ​​someone in charge of intelligence having power.

However, there's no way around it; King's Landing is currently unstable, and the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms and Dorne are in a period of adjustment, all harboring great resentment towards the Iron Throne.

Johanna's rise to power can have a suppressive effect.

In addition, Johanna is fairly trustworthy, with Renny's maggot-like friend, Xiaomei, keeping an eye on her so she won't cause any trouble.

"Tell me about it," Imon said, surprised.

Renilla glanced at her father and sighed, "Eleanor is a bit too idle, constantly bothering Alexandra and Quinn. I'm worried that if this goes on for too long, it will give them bad ideas."

"will not."

"So that's what it is," Eamon said with a smile. "I'll find Elaine something to do. There's no problem in King's Landing, so we can go on our trip without worry."

(End of this chapter)