Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 323 A Different Damon
"Hurry up, don't dawdle!"

"Load the goods onto the truck..."

When Aemon arrived at a secret forest, he saw a Valyrian with a full head of silver hair leading the Dothraki who had returned from raiding.

What a dreamlike scene.

Aemon froze for a moment until he saw the face of the Valyrian who was shouting at the top of his lungs.

Lisandro Rogal, head of House Rogal of Rhys and grandfather of Aegon the Younger.

Grandpa!

As soon as the dragon landed, Little Egan's eyes lit up with joy, and he rushed to his grandfather.

Lisangzhuo was equally delighted, pressing down on his grandson's shoulder and repeatedly examining the changes in little Egan over the years.

"I've grown taller, my face is fuller, and my dark circles have faded."

Overjoyed, Lisang Zhuo hugged Little Yigeng tightly for a while longer.

"Please excuse my poor appearance, Your Highness."

A moment later, Lisandro greeted Imon with a shy smile, and then bowed to Renilla, displaying impeccable manners.

"I never expected it to actually be you."

Renilla never expected that the esteemed Steward Rhys would come here.

Looking Lisangzhuo up and down, this middle-aged man, who was over forty years old and the same age as his uncle Damon, had his once pampered fair skin darkened and roughened. Although his clothes were still luxurious, they were old and no longer eye-catching.

Even his belly had disappeared under his clothes, and he looked tall and strong, like a traveler who had been on the business for many years.

Lisangzhuo glanced at his disheveled appearance and gave a helpless, bitter smile.

"Where's Damon?"

Imon looked around and asked directly.

……

Outside the city of Kohor, downstream of the Günne River, in a place more enclosed by forest than Kohor, a low mountain rises.

The mountain is not high, but its base is wide and its surface is covered with towering trees.

Such mountains are almost ubiquitous in the vast Kohol Forest.

Right at the foot of the mountain, a small town suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

“Hiss—”

Vomisol landed outside the city, its huge nostrils twitching slightly as it caught a familiar scent.

Aemon squinted and saw a three-headed red dragon banner, symbolizing House Targaryen, flying on a small stone building in the town.

"Your Highness, please come in."

Lisandro dismounted and said humbly, "Prince Damon is in town."

"Ah."

As Aemon dismounted from the dragon's back, he glanced back over the shoulder.

From this vantage point, you can see the giant city of Kohor, nestled among mountains and forests, on the upper reaches of the Geun River.

"It seems that Damon still harbors designs on Kohol."

Renilla walked over and whispered something in her ear with a smile.

Eamon shook his head, took one child in each hand, and walked into the town through the simple wooden fence that had been built around the walls.

Upon entering, one is greeted by wooden and stone houses, and a small number of merchants and mercenaries.

But there were many more Dothraki people galloping on horseback.

They acted as if they were the masters of the town. Some Dothraki tied slaves to horse tails and dragged them in front of the merchants to sell them.

Aemon frowned, wondering to himself why Damon had gotten involved in the slave trade.

"Rest assured, this is not a business deal for Prince Damon."

Lisangzhuo quickly explained, "The people in front of you were all employed by Prince Damon and voluntarily stayed in the town, forming the current trading market."

Damon is a sheltered town, but he doesn't participate in business; he only collects a fixed amount of tax.

“If he were to buy or sell slaves, my uncle would definitely break his legs.”

Imon scoffed.

"Then you're going to be disappointed; Viserys won't have that chance."

The next second, someone naturally chimed in.

Imon paused upon hearing the sound, then frowned and looked over.

From a dirty and messy stable, a familiar, lean figure emerged, looking at him with interest.

"Damon."

Imon blinked, his first words a sarcastic remark: "You've switched to raising horses?"

"Doing small things within my ability is better than being scolded for leaving the family and having the calluses on my hands shed."

Damon, dressed simply with his sleeves rolled up, was washing his hands with water from the trough and then wiping them on his clothes.

He really does look like a craftsman who works in the fields year-round.

If you ignore those aggressive purple eyes, those striking silver-gold hair, and even that unchanging, aging, cold face...

He is still the same "playboy prince" Damon Targaryen.

Immon muttered to himself, putting aside his disdain, and didn't show his fatherly smile in front of the child.

“Come with me, this is not the place to talk, the smell of horse manure is disgusting.”

Damon was still as foul-mouthed as ever, leading them back to the three-story stone house closest to the foot of the mountain, where the family flag was displayed.

"grandfather!"

"..."

After closing the door, at his mother's prompting, Jaeharis led his younger siblings to surround their seemingly young and robust grandfather.

"Uh……"

Damon glanced at his son and said, "You've certainly had quite a few kids."

Aemon, expressionless, pushed out the little Aemon beside him.

You've had your fair share of kids too.

Damon understood his meaning, looked at the smiling Renilla, and congratulated her, "Another boy has been born. I heard he's very popular with the Queen?"

It appears to be a question, but it is actually a statement of fact.

Renilla was surprised, not expecting that Damon had been keeping an eye on King's Landing's movements.

Aemon narrowed his eyes and stared at Damon without any politeness.

As expected, the other party couldn't stand being idle and planted spies in King's Landing. Their lack of activity in Kohol, coupled with the establishment of a trading town, was suspicious.

"you……"

Immon was about to speak.

"Stand still. Your father has brought you here. Don't say I didn't prepare any gifts for you."

Damon interrupted, shooing his somewhat afraid grandchildren aside, and began rummaging through the roughly crafted wooden cabinet.

Jaeharis and the others stood obediently, feeling both closeness and fear towards their grandfather, who was completely different from his maternal grandfather Viserys and exuded a faint aura of danger.

"Let me see what's inside."

Damon was very organized in putting things away, quickly found what he was looking for, and then pushed open the door and went out.

"Prince!"

Two Dothraki Roaring Warriors stood guard at the entrance, burly and respectful, as if they were Khal's Blood Guards.

Damon nodded in acknowledgment, and the two of them took out a cage and a pony from beside their mounts.

Jaeheris and his companions were drawn closer.

"Yours, yours, and yours..."

Damon began distributing gifts.

Jaeharis held a red crystal ore, Beneira held a cage covered with a black cloth, and Renia held the reins of the pony...

“This ore should be good. The blacksmith in Kohol won’t make it for me, but your father should be able to use it.”

Damon patted Jaeharis on the head, then spoke to his twin granddaughters.

"Girls, see if you like your gifts."

Benedict lifted the black cloth, revealing a small white-furred, purple-eyed monkey curled up in the corner of the cage.

A roaring warrior approached Rhea, crouched down, and said awkwardly in Common, “This is a Dothraki pony from the Great Grass Sea, which will never be taller than a cartwheel.”

Benedict screamed, absolutely adoring the big, watery-eyed lemur.

Renia timidly stroked the brown pony, her eyes sparkling with joy, and smiled shyly.

“Father, look.”

Jahelis was a little disappointed as he picked up the irregularly shaped red crystal.

Aemon's eyes flashed as he glanced at Damon, who stood with his hands clasped in a Targaryen style in front of him, a smile on his face.

This person is enjoying the adoring gaze of his granddaughter.

"This is…?"

Renilla looked at the red crystal ore and was surprised to recognize it.

Firestone, a spiritual mineral that is silent and unseen.

Lannar's sword, "Dragon Knight," was forged by Imon using fire ore.

Of the four children, three received gifts, but Gaimon was left out.

Gaimon glanced at his brothers and sisters and silently took a step back.

...Don't make a fool of yourself.

"Yours, dark-haired boy."

A carved wooden box was handed to him, and Gaimon looked up in surprise, seeing the deep eyes on his grandfather's young face.

"open to take a look."

Damon stared at Gaim's face, his smile fading, as if he didn't particularly like him.

Jaeheris, who had discovered that fire ore might be a treasure, keenly noticed something and wondered if his grandfather didn't like his brother either.
"Oh." Gaimon wasn't a fragile person, so he opened the box to take a look.

There were no extra soft padding, only a silver-gray diamond-shaped wristband stuffed into the hard bottom of the box.

Gaimon, having grown up with his mother and being quite worldly-wise, stared wide-eyed in astonishment, exclaiming, "Valyrian steel!?"

The bracers are not a part of traditional plate armor, but a custom-made design, with an oval red gemstone set in the center.

"Valirian steel bracers, I bought them from a slave trader from Slaver's Bay."

Damon remained calm and said indifferently, "I had a wizard try it out. Wearing this bracer will increase the strength of the corresponding arm by 30%."

This already falls into the category of magical items.

"For me?"

Gaimon was taken aback and pointed to his own face.

Damon looked at the youthful face that almost perfectly matched his memory and said casually, "In your hands, it will be even more useful."

"Father!"

Gaimon immediately turned around and picked up the wooden box with delight.

A Valyrian bracer, and a magical one at that.

It's strange that Grandfather seemed to know about his natural strength, so he didn't give it to his younger brother, Xiao Jie.

"It's a gift for you, so just accept it."

"Imon said calmly."

Gaimon was even happier, rolled up his sleeves, and put the wristband on his wrist.

Wow!

Upon hearing about Valyrian steel and magic, Jaehaerys and the twins crowded around, their eyes filled with envy and curiosity.

Little Egon: ...

So, is it really true that sons are not treated as well as grandsons?
Fortunately, Damon had not forgotten his son, and took out a small steel sword inlaid with various gemstones and a small wooden sword hand-carved.

“One is for you, and the other is for your brother,” he said.

Young Aegon nodded, understanding that the steel sword belonged to him, while the wooden sword belonged to his younger brother Viserion.

Eamon looked at Damon with surprise, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

This person must be possessed; he's actually studying carpentry.

As a seasoned blacksmith, he could tell at a glance that everything from the tables, chairs, and benches in the room to the wooden box in Gaimon's hand, and even the newly delivered small wooden sword, came from the same person.

This shows how a craft progresses from novice to expert.

Immon paused for a moment, then fell into deep thought.

Stone sculptor, blacksmith, carpenter...

Are the Targaryens getting into abstraction too?
The tribal language still says "blood and fire share the same origin," so does it also have the characteristic of being easily soluble in water?

(End of this chapter)