Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 321 Kohol's Situation Changes

"Unfortunately, the dragon silk root only works on young dragons; adult dragons reject vegetarian food."

Aemon crawled into Vormisor and Silverwing's new nest, sniffing the pungent stench of dragons, with a small, yellow baby dragon nestled in his arms.

"Hiss!~~"

The yellow baby dragon roared fiercely. It was one meter long with a wingspan of two and a half meters. It had bright, vertical pupils of shattered gold, pale yellow wing membranes, and two pairs of silver horns that were inherited from its own silver wings. Its lower jaw, neck, wing bones, and claws were covered in white.

At first glance, it looks a bit like a smaller version of Syracuse, but there are fundamental differences.

"Quiet, Slax."

Eamon was deep in thought, so he held down the little dragon's head to prevent the little guy from uncontrollably spewing dragonfire that would burn him.

It can already spew dragon flames, and these dragon flames are quite powerful.

As for the name, it is taken from that of an ancient Valyrian god.

"Roar……"

Silverwing slowly crawled out from the depths of the nest, first glancing down at Slax, then lying down with peace of mind, pretending to be asleep.

Slarks broke free from Aemon's restraints, hopped around a couple of times, spread his wings, and flew wobbly to Daenerys's side.

"It grows quite fast too."

Imon muttered to himself.

Needless to say, Silverwing fed Slax mature dragon silk roots, helping him successfully pass through the fragile hatching period.

Amon looked at Slax with a strange sense of joy.

Speaking of which, gray-colored dragons make up the majority of the recent batch of newborn dragons.

Blue-gray Arax, brown-gray Thales, yellow-brown Mogul, yellow Slax...

Crimson urax and purple storm clouds are actually in the minority.

"Good thing."

Aemon got up, stretched, and had nothing to complain about.

He has many children, and Aegon and Aemond are nearing the age of having children of their own, so they will inevitably have several offspring.

We can't have too few dragons.

……

Are you picking mushrooms?

Corliss observed calmly, suddenly finding himself somewhat puzzled by the young man's thoughts.

"No, it's a type of mushroom."

Imon stood up, patted his hands which were covered in mud, and looked with satisfaction at the mushroom tree seeds planted at the foot of Fire Peak Mountain.

It's a round seed with a red and white skin, planted on the surface of the soil, with only a little bit of its head peeking out.

When the rainy season arrives, the rain will fall on the seeds, and they will sprout and grow into big trees.

At that time, the First Fire Peak will have Dragon Roots on top and Mushroom Trees below, both representing the very foundation of the Targaryen.

"I don't understand this stuff you're doing. We have more important things to do right now."

Corliss said sternly, "I'm recalling the Valerian fleet to avoid potential pirate harassment, but that's only a temporary solution."

To completely eradicate it, a fortress must be built.

“Lannar told me that you want to build a free trade city-state. The idea is good, and the location is feasible, but it lacks some conditions.”

Corliss's points were all valid.

"Don't worry, it won't take up much time."

Aemon knew what was going on.

The two walked together on the Arm of Dorne. Corliss couldn't wait any longer and said, "The first thing to do when building a city-state is to choose a location. The Arm of Dorne seems to be located in an earthquake zone. No one knows if there will be another major earthquake in the future, which could trigger a tsunami."

To ensure everything goes smoothly, the scholars of the city should find a good location.

Aemon nodded, already having a general idea in mind, waiting only for confirmation before handing it over to the sea serpent for construction.

He had already decided on the name of the city-state: "Valhar".

The name of Vaghal, derived from the ancient Valyrian god of war, was chosen to commemorate the strategically vital Arm of Dorne.

……

The next day.

“I had someone investigate, and the little wild dragon Urax has built its nest here. It seems it has migrated to Fire Peak.”

While eating breakfast, Renilla scooped up mashed potatoes covered in sauce and chatted about interesting topics.

"The storm cloud will not stay here."

Little Egan lowered his head and quietly expressed his stance.

He didn't want the storm cloud to turn into a wild dragon, following another little wild dragon and becoming unruly and disobedient to him.

Renilla expressed her sympathy and patted the head of her brother-in-law, whom she had raised like a son.

They all saw it yesterday.

Although Rainstorm still recognized Little Egan, he was somewhat unfamiliar and wary, and showed rebellious tendencies when faced with some complex instructions.

This is a very bad sign.

"Let the storm cloud live here for a while. When you're a year older, come and take it away."

Aemon has made the decision.

Little Egan is six years old this year and will be seven next year.

Both being companion dragons, Rhaenyra rode Syracuse at seven years old, so Aegon at seven wouldn't be much different.

"Hmm!" Little Yigen thought for a moment and nodded vigorously.

He had witnessed the changes in Baoyun, and staying at the First Fire Peak was a way to help Baoyun; he couldn't hold him back.

Imon smiled and offered a few words of encouragement to his younger brother.

In this life, Aegon was not destined to be king, but he was never meant to be king.

To be a Targaryen prince who loves and protects dragons, and to grow up and join the dragon riders, would be the most wonderful and smooth experience.

"Father, that little wild dragon is very fierce."

Having finished his food, Gaimon waited quietly before speaking, his dark eyes gleaming with longing.

Renilla paused with her fork for a moment, then quickly resumed her normal motion.

"You like it?"

Imon had already finished eating and asked frankly.

“Hmm!” Gaimon nodded vigorously. “It’s bigger than Xiao Jie’s Sunny Day. It looks really powerful.” He didn’t explicitly say that he wanted a dragon.

Children are naturally sensitive. Gaimon inherited Aemon's bloodline and was raised by Johanna from a young age, so his mind is not as simple and honest as he appears.

He vaguely sensed that none of his aunts liked him, and that life wasn't as wonderful as his father had described.

On the contrary, just as his mother had told him before he came, he should not bully his younger siblings, nor should he distance himself from them, and he should keep a low profile.

But he really wanted a dragon.

Because his uncles, younger brothers, and younger sisters all have dragons, but he doesn't, and even his hair and pupils are black, unlike his silver hair and purple eyes, making him stand out from the crowd.

"If you want it, you have to fight for it yourself. When facing any dragon, the help of others is useless."

Immanuel noticed his son's inferiority complex, and with a serious expression, he encouraged him.

He didn't say anything like "study hard, grow up quickly, and we can talk about dragons when you're older," which is just silly talk.

That's a weak excuse; it may seem like you're looking out for the child's feelings, but it actually hurts them more.

He says what he thinks.

Gaimon has the blood of a dragon tamer, but not the surname Targaryen. His future achievements depend entirely on his own efforts.

If he were to actually dare to venture into Dragon Mountain and ride a dragon, his father, Aemon, would not allow anyone to punish him or take away his dragon.

Conversely, if he doesn't have the courage to tame dragons or the ability to conquer them, then he shouldn't have too many expectations.

Imon will not hurt Renilla and Lannar any further.

He owes this son nothing, and this son owes him nothing either.

In that sense, he's a bit like an irresponsible Damon, but quite the opposite.

Gaimon's identity is too special; he is older than Jaehaerys, but is Johanna's son.

From the outside perspective, even though he has the surname Shi Wen, he cannot escape the prejudice of being regarded as an illegitimate child.

What Aemon is giving him now is far beyond what he should be doing.

"I……"

Gaimon understood his father's words. Instead of being disappointed, he was inspired and was about to say something to make a promise, but then realized it was inappropriate and swallowed it back silently.

He glanced at Xiao Jie and his twin sister, then laughed, "Xiao Jie and the others both have dragons. I hope I'll be lucky enough to find a wild dragon that nobody wants."

"Good luck to you then."

Amused, Imon offered him a sip of milk from half a glass.

Gaimon held up his half-finished glass of milk with both hands, leaned forward, and bumped it against his father's glass.

"Brother, if you want to see a dragon, I can bring Qingtian to help you find one."

Jaeheris's eyes were pure.

Gaimon said thank you and got along very well with his younger siblings.

Upon seeing this, Jaeharis flashed his signature smile.

This time, Xiao Bei and Xiao Lei's dragons were too small. Only his Qing Tian dragon was over five meters long and was old enough to carry people across the strait.

"Your Highness, Lord Corliss is urging you to finish eating."

Just as the atmosphere was getting along well, the gray worm arrived.

Amon wiped his mouth, patted each of his children's heads, and got up to leave.

Today, we need to find a suitable site to build a city-state.

As Aemon walked, he brought up the [Magic Essence Panel].

Aemon Targaryen

Talent: Dreamer (Gold)
Bloodline: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (59%)

Skills: Archery (100% accuracy), Horsemanship (Top-tier), Swordsmanship (Top-tier)...

Sorcery: Binding Spell (Mastery), Burning Rune (Proficiency), Fortification Rune (Mastery), Poison Resistance (Mastery)...

Magic Cards: Robust and Strong (Blue), Rock Solid - Intermediate (Purple), Kingly Aura (Purple)
Factions: Valley (entire territory), Mil, Valhal (quasi-), Tas Island, White Garden City, Star Shuttle City
Equipment: Space Ring, "Lament," "Lady of the Void," War Horn, Dual Valyrian Daggers, Pyromancer's Stone Sculpture, Pyromancer's Nightlight...

Pets: Golden-nosed Rat (Blue), White Deer (Auspicious Beast)

Comment: "The more dragons, the more magic. The more magic, the more spirits."

"What are elves?"

Imon paused for a moment, then guessed that it might be a general term for species like spiritual plants, children of the forest, and giants.

Bring up the card panel, and amidst the familiar white mist, three gray cards float, their forms shifting between real and unreal.

Mwah mwah mwah~~~~
With a flick of the finger, the three cards flip over in turn.

1. [Fine Steel Plate Armor]: "Excellent plate armor, good benefits."

2. [Groundhog]: "A small rodent with sharp claws, adept at digging, often used to find ores."

3. [Blue Crystal Necklace]: "A necklace inlaid with aquamarine."

One white, one green, and one white, sparkling and dazzling.

From highest to lowest, the prices are: 5, 80, and 10 points of essence.

It's a bit pricey, but it's nothing for Imon, who's used to big events.

Imon took a closer look at the [Little Groundhog] and was quite tempted, so he also exchanged for the [Blue Crystal Necklace] along with it.

Pop! Pop!
Two cards, one green and one white, transformed into specks of light and fell into the palm of my hand.

Meanwhile, below the card panel, next to the golden hourglass: [Essence Quantity: 1390]

It consumed a total of 90 points of essence.

"You've finally arrived! I thought you hadn't even crawled out of bed yet."

Kolis scoffed, but he had been up early and working hard, dispatching the Immaculate to investigate potential sites.
"I have an idea."

Helpless, Immon promptly shut him up.

Collis was taken aback, and was about to ask what this kid had come up with this time.

"Quack quack..."

A black raven flew over, circled above everyone's heads, and slowly landed on Gray Worm's arm.

"Your Highness, a letter from Mill."

Grey Worm opened the envelope, his expression turning serious.

Aemon opened it and frowned immediately.

[Things have changed in Kohor; Valantis and Norfos have allied, and a small force is blocking the Kohor caravan. Tensions are high between the two sides...]

(End of this chapter)