Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 329 The Blood of the Dragon King Orion
Having learned that there was a fire marrow mine beneath the volcano, Imon had no more regrets and set off on his return journey with his family.

Of course, there is one key factor.

"A bunch of stubborn old men who won't listen to reason."

Imon gave a forced smile; it was the first time he had ever met someone like that.

After taking the reforged "Red Rain," Imon invited the blacksmiths in various ways, even offering fire ore and bronze bells as bait.

Unexpectedly, all the threats and inducements had no effect.

When he saw at most two rare materials, the old blacksmith Almo made a trade request.

Firestone ore was too valuable, and he didn't have that much savings, so he was willing to barter with anything in the blacksmith's shop.

The bronze bell was of even higher value. The old craftsman played with it in his hands for a long time before reluctantly returning it, saying that he couldn't afford to trade it; the forging craftsmanship was excellent, and the price of this item was comparable to a Valyrian steel weapon.

However, one of Almor's friends suggested that he would lend him a bronze bell on the condition that he refurbish Valyrian steel weapons and maintain their armor.

Imon naturally did not agree.

While bronze bells may not be as durable as Valyrian steel in terms of material alone, they are versatile enough to be incorporated into any weapon or armor.

The same amount of Valyrian steel can only be used to make a few arrowheads, while bronze bells can be used to forge a breastplate.

Its defensive capabilities are ridiculously high; it could truly be a lifesaver in war.

However, Aemon still left them a bronze bell as a gift, thus gaining a sincere friendship.

Surprisingly, the blacksmiths didn't want it; instead, they hoped he would leave a piece of fire ore.

It doesn't need to be too big, about the size of a walnut will do.

When Aemon asked why, the group dodged the question, only saying that the finished product forged from fire ore would be returned to him as a gift.

Despite his doubts, Imon had no choice but to grant their request.

Then, the blacksmiths personally escorted him out of the city.

Amon took the outcome in stride.

He never expected that a single meeting would be enough to attract the blacksmiths who had lived in Kohol for generations.

Make an impression first, and we'll take it slow later.

What if some blacksmith gets tempted and decides to join the Iron Throne?

……

The King's Landing.

"Cousins, you're finally back."

At the entrance to the dragon's lair, Aemon had just stepped off the dragon's back when he was stopped by Daren, whose eyes were red-rimmed.

"Why are you crying?"

"Imon has a headache," he said.

"No, it's okay."

Darren is six and a half years old and considers himself a man. Even when he feels wronged, he tries not to cry.

The little guy was indeed very wronged.

It was agreed that her cousin's family would go to Corhol, while Aegon would stay behind to carry out his mission, and Helena would accompany him back to King's Landing.

In the blink of an eye, his three older siblings, Aegon, Helena, and Aemond, rode away on dragons, leaving him all alone in the vast Kingdom of King's Landing.

Just thinking about it made Darren extremely sad, and he stared intently at his cousin.

"Um... I'll take you to Dragonstone in a couple of days, so don't cry anymore."

Feeling inexplicably guilty from being stared at, Eamon patted his younger cousin's head.

Look at how this was handled.

If Aegon and his ilk are disobedient, then the Green Party's children will have to rely on the obedient Darren.

“Darren is so naughty, he’s always asking me to take him to Dragonstone. He’s even more mischievous than I was when I was a kid!”

Upon returning to the Red Keep, Aemon went to his uncle Viserys in his bedchamber to complain.

Viserys: ...

"Oh really."

Afraid that he wouldn't believe him, Amon emphasized it again.

Viserys put down the dragon figurine and rubbed his temples. "Really?"

He was a little skeptical. Who could be more audacious than Aemon when he was young? Even Damon was surpassed by his master.

"Korhal's intelligence is wrong. Norfos and Valantis have been offended by Damon, and there is no time for them to send troops."

After finishing his tattling, Aemon got down to business.

Viserys nodded upon hearing this: "A few days ago, Kohol sent an envoy, proposing an agreement for peaceful coexistence between the two sides, and also sending a whole ship full of fine cotton textiles."

When cotton fabrics were mentioned, a slight gleam appeared on his face.

Putting aside the high price, the fact that Kohol, located far to the east of the western part of the Eastern Continent, sent him a gift shows how prestigious and respectable he was.

During his grandfather Jaheris's lifetime, he never received large gifts from other free trading city-states.

"So you mean we shouldn't take military action for the time being?"

Imon deduced his uncle's thoughts.

Viserys was taken aback and asked in surprise, "When did I say I was going to send troops to Kohor?"

Upon closer reflection, I realized I hadn't said that.

My impression of Kohor has always been that my nephew repeatedly said that Kohor might contain the Dragonstone and that we should take it back as part of the family's heritage.

"Didn't I say that?"

Imon was also taken aback.

He then realized that he hadn't said that; it was all Damon's subconscious influence at work.

After all, Kohor was indeed a wealthy city-state with abundant mineral and timber resources.

The dragon kings of ancient Valyria conquered it in order to secure a stable supply of natural resources.

If the family can conquer again, or force Kohol to submit willingly, the benefits will be astonishing.

Let's talk about something else.

Viserys waved his hand, the peace-loving king unwilling to hear about war, and laughed:

"I heard that two giants have arrived in the Reach and taken over the farmers' jobs. Many Reach nobles are willing to go to great lengths to travel there just to catch a glimpse of them."

"Are they treating the Giant King like a joke?"

Imon frowned silently.

"Strong Mag" is not a good-tempered man; he has torn bears apart in the northern frontier. Don't get angry and cause a death.

"No, everything is going smoothly."

Viserys, noticing his nephew's worry, chuckled and said, "Thanks to the persuasion of your giant brother Chestnut, the two giants get along very well with humans, often picking fruits and vegetables from White Garden City to give to the noble children." Only the children.

When an adult gets close, even the stench from the giant's mouth, which he yells at, is a good thing.

A sudden idea struck him, and he muttered to himself, "Since we get along so well, why don't I set up a paid admission system so that only those who pay can see the Titans..."

We can't just eat Baiyuancheng's fruits for free, can we?

Whenever a noble or knight visits White Garden City, His Highness the Prince will treat them to fine wine and food, and the money spent on them will be all made of gold dragons.

Upon hearing this, Viserys was speechless.

This kid is really obsessed with money.

Aemon didn't take it seriously; on the contrary, the more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

The level of boredom among medieval nobles was beyond human imagination.

Take Viseris, for example. If he weren't bored and had nothing better to do, would he be spending money from the treasury every few days to host banquets and tournaments?
It's not that nobles were all rich; they were all idle and unemployed.

The lesser nobles were relatively poor and still struggling to make a living.

But the second-tier and above nobles, especially those in the river bends, are really rich but also very bored.

"In a while, I will send Jaeheris to White Garden City to hold a celebration to encourage agriculture, and incidentally charge a fee for watching giants till the land."

In an instant, Imon had already planned out the reasons, legitimacy, and sustainability of its charging policy.

The king's grandson personally went to the fields to encourage farming, and the nobles of the river bend were overjoyed.

As for spending some money... well, you not only got to get close to the prince, but you also saw a giant.

Upon hearing this, Viserys frowned and pondered for a moment before nodding and saying, "A good idea. It encourages commoners to engage in agriculture and sericulture, and it also gives nobles something to do, saving them from spending all their time pursuing fame and fortune."

As she spoke, she glared at her nephew with displeasure.

Amon scratched his face.

Since he turned 12, the number of wars and conflicts that have occurred in the seven countries has exceeded the total number of wars and conflicts in the previous decades combined.

In particular, the conquest of the Three Kingdoms and Dorne brought the pursuit of chivalry in Westeros to its zenith.

Not to mention the second sons or illegitimate children of noble families, even the heirs couldn't wait to follow in His Highness's footsteps and expand the territory of the Targaryen dynasty.

"I'm leaving to see Alison and Xiaolu."

Aemon got up to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Viserys suddenly called out to him.

Imon turned around in confusion.

Viserys's expression was complex, a mixture of hesitation and resentment. All his unspoken words boiled down to one question: "Damon...are you doing alright?"

Imon paused for a moment, then took out a palm-sized dragon-shaped wooden carving from his pocket and gently placed it on the figurine table: "I stole it."

After everyone left, the palace fell silent.

Disturbed, Viserys picked up the dragon-shaped wooden carving, which was covered in file marks, when no one was around.

But as soon as he picked it up, he smiled wryly: "That brat."

I stole his stone figurines when I was a child.

Viserys examined the wood carving repeatedly, comparing it to his own figurine for a while, and couldn't help but purse his lips: "Damon, your craftsmanship is really terrible."

……

after a few days.

Aemon skipped the buzzing of the royal council and took his family to Dragonstone to relax.

Damn it, he's not from the main family line, nor is he the heir to the Iron Throne.

My uncle doesn't go to work, forcing him to suffer is simply unreasonable.

This imperial council meeting is open to anyone who wants to attend.

“Imon, Father trusts you, which is why he has appointed you to act as the Chief Councilor.”

Renilla offered kind words of advice.

Imon glanced at him sideways: "Then why don't you stay?"

Renilla shut her mouth and took her son, Little Jack's, hand, walking to the other side.

She is not stupid.

A few years ago, she would have gladly accepted the task and exercised her royal powers ahead of schedule.

Unfortunately, she's got a brain now.

The imperial council was disobedient, and her father was trying to shirk his duties, so her going would be a thankless task.

We'll consider these things when she becomes queen.

At least...

She was able to reasonably push Emon out as her husband and take over all the power on her behalf.

? ?
Imon was speechless. So they're just letting him get away with this?

……

The wheels creaked softly as they rolled along the narrow path, and the passengers inside the carriage swayed from side to side.

Beller looked thoughtful. He had just left Damon's town, but he was thinking about Damon's son, the legendary "Second Conqueror" Aemon.

Yes, after Dorne submitted, Aemon and the Sea Serpent, who led the war, became famous, almost known to everyone on both the eastern and western continents.

Imon, who rode Vormisor on his conquests, was naturally given the title "The Second Conqueror".

He accomplished the unification that Conqueror I had failed to achieve.

"I stayed for a few days, but unfortunately I didn't see anyone."

Baelor was secretly disappointed, unable to determine whether the "Dothraki" he saw in the blacksmith's shop was indeed Aemon Targaryen.

That handsome face, deliberately painted yellow, and that noble and arrogant aura that only a true dragon could exude invisibly, were truly remarkably similar to the face in my memory.

In the family castle of Uncle Moët-Aignan-La, a secret room holds the family history and a precious portrait.

The people in that painting all looked so alike, from their eyebrows and eyes to their high noses and lips.

His family was not originally named Enion Ra, but rather Orion from the Forty Dragon Kings family.

However, Beller could not be certain whether his family was a direct descendant of the dragon king Orion.

Or perhaps, as the rumors suggest, it was simply an illegitimate child born unexpectedly after the Dragon King Orion slept with a prostitute and a shepherd's daughter during his recruitment of soldiers.

"Let your uncle make the decision."

Baylor couldn't understand it and didn't want to hide this accidental discovery.

(End of this chapter)