Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 330 Langwu's Foresight

Blue sky and white clouds, majestic volcano.

“Hiss—”

A colossal bronze dragon, its entire body gleaming with metallic luster, coiled above Dragon Mountain. Its enormous, brown-membranous wings blotted out the sun and clouds, and its booming roar proclaimed its unparalleled authority.

Its appearance caused the young dragons that originally lived in Longshan to fly out in droves, changing their usual irritable temperaments and obediently flying low around the foot of Longshan.

In an instant, it was as if a supreme dragon king was commanding all the dragons.

Imon looked up, shielding his eyes from the sunlight, and chuckled, "That guy, Vomisol."

It can only be said that it is indeed a powerful dragon, possessing overwhelming strength and leadership qualities.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss~~~~"

Above the east coast, a giant silver-gray dragon flew in with a small yellow dragon in tow, hovering over Dragon Mountain and chasing after Vomisol's thick, long tail.

At first glance, it really does look like a family of three.

"Hiss!!"

Upon landing, Yang Yan let out a screech, clearly displeased with the three dragons above Dragon Mountain, yet powerless to do anything about it.

It is also a descendant of Silverwing, but has never enjoyed this kind of treatment.

Syracuse, standing to the side, tilted its dragon head, raised one of its dragon wings, and rubbed its neck, looking rather silly as it watched the spectacle.

It hatched from Renilla's cradle and had no idea what parents were.

"Your Highness, your family's dragons are multiplying, and they will surely restore the glory of ancient Valyria."

A thin, middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes, dressed in a luxurious coat and leather armor, spoke in a fawning tone.

"The messenger from Kohor left today. Has Lord Tyrann explained everything he needed to tell you?"

Imon is not someone who can be easily pleased; he asked coldly.

Ethan Lannister nodded repeatedly: "Your Highness, please rest assured. Lord Tyran has given clear instructions."

He was a distant uncle of Duke Jason and Tyran, from a family of modest means, and was recruited by Tyran as a diplomatic envoy.

The mission accompanying Kohol's delegation was to convey the King's advocacy for peace and to reciprocate with gifts that demonstrate the Iron Throne's generosity.

"Do a good job, and the Targaryens will not treat you unfairly."

Imon offered verbal encouragement, giving the other party a shot of adrenaline.

Ethan immediately straightened up and said excitedly, "Yes, Your Highness!"

Having said that, he picked up the loosely fitting leather armor and headed towards the dock on Dragonstone.

Kohol's large ship was already waiting.

Imon glanced at it but didn't pay much attention, continuing to observe the dragons surrounding Dragon Mountain.

He instructed Gray Worm to organize a group of people to investigate whether there was any Fire Marrow Mine under the First Fire Peak, under the guise of coal mining.

The digging projects, which often involve thousands of people, are too large and seriously affect the dragon's ecosystem.

Therefore, let Vormisor take Silverwing and the young dragon Slarx back to Dragonstone to live temporarily.

With this, only the little wild dragon Urax and the young dragon Stormcloud remain to guard the First Fire Peak, thanks to the overall environmental improvements.

"Uh huh huh~~"

Eamon hummed an unknown tune, dug a hole at the foot of Dragon Mountain, threw in a mushroom tree seed, and finally buried some soil around it.

To be honest, the leaves and the "spores" of the forest did not lie; the mushroom tree is truly a very easy-to-grow and spiritual plant.

In less than a month, the mushroom tree seeds planted at the foot of the First Fire Peak have quietly grown into large trees.

Nine meters tall and as thick as a person's embrace, its bright red mushroom-shaped head with white dots resembles a large umbrella.

The mushroom tree naturally shed new seeds.

There are three in total: one in the First Fire Peak, one in Dragon Valley within Lonely Mountain, and one in Dragon Mountain.

It's a pity that the dragon silk root cannot produce seeds, otherwise it would have been planted in the three key locations.

"Father, do you need my help?"

Jaeharis, holding his little blue hen, happily came over.

Eamon glanced at the little blue hen, stood up, and clapped his hands: "It's your turn to water it."

They claimed it was to cultivate their son's practical skills and strengthen their father-son bond.

"it is good!"

Jae-Herrison shouted loudly, put down the little blue hen and let it find bugs on its own, then went to fetch water from the bucket.

"Cluck cluck~~"

The little blue hen was timid and easily frightened; she ran away in a few steps and disappeared.

Eamon smiled, filled with anticipation and mischievous ideas for this little hen that had hatched from an expensive egg.

Hurry up and lay the eggs, then you can enjoy them.

It's almost as big as a rooster, with a round and plump body. It should be laying eggs by now, right?

"Your Highness, you seem to be in a very good mood."

Langwu, his back hunched, dropped his usual walking stick and began to stagger slowly, step by step.

"What advice do you have for me, sir?"

Imon smiled and spoke, showing great favor to the old man from the Yi region who had taught Little Jie so well.

“You flatter me. I only heard the little prince mention that you were trying to recruit the blacksmiths of Kohol?”

Langwu remained extremely humble.

It is this just-right humility that makes people like him even more.

Imon nodded slightly: "Unfortunately, those blacksmiths are very stubborn. They have a pride in their skills and are unwilling to leave their hometowns."

"Isn't that a truly admirable person?"

Langwu laughed.

Imon paused for a moment upon hearing this, then smiled and said, "That's true."

A tree dies when transplanted, and a person becomes worthless when they leave their hometown.

No one would willingly leave their homeland unless absolutely necessary.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the Targaryen family's ancestral homeland is on the Valyrian Peninsula, which is the continent of Essos.

But he possessed Myr and some disputed territories, and he didn't often reside in Myr, preferring the Vale and King's Landing.

The ancient dragon kings may not have disbelieved Denise's prophetic dream, but rather had strong self-confidence and deep affection for their homeland.

Asking them to abandon their homes and families, along with Inar, the "exile" whose family was on the verge of collapse, and migrate to Westeros, a continent considered backward, poor, and lacking in resources, was simply a joke. Langwu looked directly into the eyes of the prince in the prophecy and said kindly, "They are capable people, and they deserve to be treated with sincerity and honesty. Only in this way can their wounded hearts be soothed."

"Hmm?" Imon hesitated.

Seeing this, Langwu was not in a hurry and began to tell history.

The blacksmiths of Kohor were Valyrians, but not the Valyrians that Aemon had imagined.

They are the descendants of slaves.

The dragon kings of ancient Valyria were originally noble dragon riders and fire sorcerers, and some were even more dangerous blood sorcerers, possessing the most extensive knowledge in the world at that time.

But how could the noble Dragon King become a blacksmith who toils away in the rain?

Therefore, special skills such as recasting Valyrian steel and dyeing weapons were taught to the slaves of the dragon kings.

They were not conquered slaves, but slaves with Valyrian blood.

In that era, people were divided into different classes based on race.

Those who are not Valyrians are not even qualified to learn these special skills and become servants of the dragon kings.

"So, they yearn for ancient Valyria, yet they also resent the dragon kings for enslaving their ancestors?"

Amon quickly realized the key.

For the blacksmiths of Kohol, the recruitment of the last remaining Targaryen Dragon Aspect was both a temptation and a humiliation.

Having the same bloodline and special skills, they would never be content to serve ordinary nobles and wealthy people.

They still hoped that the Valyrians could achieve a higher status.

But the former Dragon Kings did not treat their ancestors well, and there is a story of bitterness and tears behind it.

Aemon gradually understood.

No wonder the blacksmiths in Kohol had very complicated expressions after he revealed his recruitment plans, showing a mix of hostility, excitement, and, more than anything, numbness.

As for his overall attitude, it was neither friendly nor hostile from beginning to end.

There's a subtle feeling of being both close and distant.

In other words, you used to ignore me, but now you can't afford to be near me.

If you want to win back my heart, you must admit your mistakes and correct them...

Langwu knew that the prince in the prophecy was a wise man, and sincerely said, "If you are willing to try a few more times, and put aside your pride and considerations, I believe they will be willing to listen to your voice."

To put it bluntly, it means to give the blacksmiths of Kohol the respect and recognition they deserve, to invite them to King's Landing in a friendly manner, and to treat them with the kindness that the ancient dragon kings never showed.

Immon understood, and smiled to himself.

"Can't you lower yourself?"

Langwu asked cautiously.

In his view, the blacksmiths of Kohol possessed lost skills from ancient Valyria, and even more skills that they dared not reveal.

Ancient Valyria is gone.

As the only remaining dragon kings, wouldn't it be a great pity if the Targaryen family didn't retrieve these items?

Moreover, Prince Aemon was very polite and kind when he hired him.

"of course not."

Imon waved his hand, his smile widening: "It's just a face, nothing to worry about."

He's not like his uncle or Damon, who value face so much.

Let alone an apology, at least politely invite them back.

As long as I can acquire those lost skills, I'd be willing to grant him a fiefdom and a noble title, and even bring them back in Vomisol.

Technical talents are like fathers wherever they go!
"It seems you understand without me having to say more."

With the matter settled, Langwu did not take credit but instead praised the Prince before preparing to take his leave.

"Hold on."

Aemon grabbed his hand.

Langwu asked in surprise, "Oh, is there anything else?"

"I'd like to ask, aside from the blacksmiths of Kohor, what are your thoughts on the Kohor dependency?"

Aemon smiled broadly, treating the other party as a wise strategist offering advice.

In the backward Middle Ages, those who could persuade a monarch to set aside his pride and focus on achieving his goals were extremely rare.

There are even fewer than dragons!
"You want to conquer Kohol?"

Lang Wu's lips twitched slightly. He tried to pull his hand out, but found it was as if he was being held in place by pliers.

"It's not a death sentence either."

Aemon laughed and said, "I have that idea, but the territory of the Iron Throne is already saturated, and Kohol is too far away to wage war."

"But Damon also covets Kohol, and Kohol is hostile to Damon. Neither of them will easily put aside their prejudices."

"So I was thinking, what ideas could we use to resolve this peacefully?"

"..."

After hearing this, Langwu was immediately at his wit's end.

He was just a priest and a teacher; how could he know anything about politics and military affairs?

Fortunately, Imon was just asking, and when he couldn't answer, he released the man.

"Then you...?"

Langwu left with great anxiety, feeling ashamed that he could not share her burdens.

Aemon didn't care and said, "It doesn't matter. As long as the consul of Kohol surrenders voluntarily and is willing to submit to the Iron Throne, then everyone will be happy."

He doesn't want to fight for the time being, and he especially doesn't want to fight from a distance.

Consul Mor killed the hooded priest in a rebellion to further control Kohol, and was bound to face the risk of being overthrown.

It would be better for Corhol to attach itself to the Iron Throne and become a vassal state of House Targaryen, much like the situation in Dorne.

Wouldn't that solve the problem?

"But it's not easy to get a free trade city-state to submit, and how can you trust him?"

Langwu shook his head, feeling that it was too difficult.

Imon wasn't sure either, so he decided to prioritize having a goal.

Consul More was beset by enemies: externally, he was coveted by Damon, and internally, he faced opposition from nobles and commoners who worshipped the Black Goat. He was truly caught between a rock and a hard place.

Perhaps it won't be long before he himself runs to King's Landing and bows down to his uncle Viserys.

(End of this chapter)