Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 337 Hostage Exchange
"Father, look at Little Blue's egg."

Jahelis ran over happily, holding a large white egg with blue spots in his hands.

Imon turned around and was taken aback: "What's this... an egg?"

The reason it's called a big egg is because it really is huge.

"Yes, the first egg that Little Blue laid was just half a month ago."

Jahelis's eyes sparkled as he proudly presented the large egg, looking incredibly proud.

"Well done."

Eamon didn't hold back his praise and gave his son a good rub on the head.

When I received the large egg, it felt heavy in my hand.

A chicken egg is about the same size as a goose egg.

If it weren't for the color being different from the blue egg hatched by the blue hen, one would think it was the same egg.

"Father, I've decided to hatch it into new chicks."

Jaeheris is precocious for his age and already has a lot of ideas.

Inheriting Eamon's excellent naming ability, the blue hen named "Little Blue" finally laid an egg half a month ago, and it lays one egg every other day.

Compared to an ordinary hen, there is still much work to be done.

But how can you expect so much from an unusual little blue hen?

In the past two weeks, Jaheris has collected a total of seven eggs.

He ate one, his twin sister ate one, his maternal grandfather Viserys ate one, and his pregnant aunt Lannar, who lived on Tidehead Island, ate one.

The effect is very good.

After he finished eating, he felt a warm feeling in his stomach, and he had more energy when practicing swordsmanship and meditating.

Even Langwu said that he had improved compared to usual.

He thought this was probably the spiritual crop his father had mentioned.

You can still harvest eggs, which have a higher nutritional value than yellow corn.

The remaining three large eggs should all be put into a new round of incubation to realize the great plan of eggs hatching into chickens and chickens hatching into eggs.

"I support you, Xiao Jie."

A smile played on Eamon's lips as he patted his son's shoulder.

Jaeharis felt the pressure on his shoulder, and a bright smile spread across his face, delighted by his father's approval.

The little guy hesitated for a moment, then handed the big egg in his hand to his father and mother, and ran off quickly.

"This boy."

Looking at the large egg warmed by his son, Eamon couldn't help but smile.

"Make a fried egg for dinner tonight, don't let Xiao Jie's good intentions go to waste."

Renilla spoke gently, proud of her son's thoughtfulness.

"Fine, since the temperature is uneven, they won't hatch anyway."

Imon is good at ruining the mood.

After rolling her eyes, Renilla returned to the Red Keep with her son's good wishes.

"mean."

How could Eamon not understand Xiao Jie's filial piety? He just wasn't that sentimental. He was already thinking about preparing a small gift for the little guy.

……

the next day.

Aemon then took his children to Dragonstone, with even the toddler Lusris being carried by Rhaenyra.

He came because he disliked the somber atmosphere of King's Landing.

In addition, Longshi Island and Chaotou Island face each other across the sea, so Lannar can be visited at any time.

It's not far from King's Landing either; at Vormisor's speed, it only takes two or three hours to fly over Blackwater Bay.

"Aren't you afraid that Moore will be killed by my father?"

Upon arriving at Dragonstone Island, Renilla stepped onto the lawn at the foot of Dragonstone Mountain and fiddled with a mushroom tree as tall as a person.

She is half-Erin and half-adventure girl.

I have a strange fascination with mushroom trees, such a rare species.

Aemon kept his head down, pretending not to hear.

Everyone knows that Viserys was searching the entire Red Keep for his nephew, looking like he was about to devour him.

Can't afford to offend, can afford to hide.

"Moore has asked to come with us to Dragonstone."

Renilla's expression was serious, and her tone revealed her displeasure.

Aemon said, “If he asks again, I’ll shovel two buckets of dragon dung from the dragon’s lair for him to play with.”

That's really daring of them.

Before the early reign of his uncle Viserys, Dragonstone was undefended, and Westeros nobles and bastards could roam freely.

With dreams of taming dragons, they became dragon dung.

His first act as regent prince was to recruit and train more dragon tamers, increase the salaries of dragon guards, and transform the dragon's lair and Dragonstone Island into a unified whole.

Let alone trespassing into the dragon's lair or dragon mountain, even getting close would result in being caught on the spot by the dragon-taming people who patrol everywhere.

Imond is very qualified to speak on this matter.

"Achoo!~~"

Far away in King's Landing, Amond, having shaken off his fiancée Alexandra's advances, sneezed loudly in the corridor.

"Damn it, that Dorn bitch must have cursed me."

Imond's face darkened, his first thought being of his fiancée's arrogant and domineering behavior.

After their verbal clash at the engagement ceremony, the two remained on good terms in public but at odds in private.

He called the other person a Dorn bitch, and the other person called him blind.

If someone hadn't been watching him, he suspected his fiancée would have found an opportunity to stab him.

Suddenly, a figure walked past the corner of the corridor.

Imond was taken aback, recognizing it as the sea serpent Corliss.

It seems the other party went to their father's bedroom.

"Go and see."

Imond thought for a moment, and seeing that no one was around, he followed stealthily.

The king's palace.

Viserys lay on the recliner, furious. When he saw the sea serpent's towering figure, he forced a smile and said, "You've come, Lord Corliss."

"What can I do for you, Your Majesty?"

Corliss bowed as usual and asked directly why the other party had summoned him.

Really.

Viserys, unfazed by his coldness and rigidity, recounted his conversation with Mor in detail, then confessed, "I wanted to kill him."

"What's the reason?"

Corliss remained expressionless, hence the question.

Viserys' eyes darkened, and he said heavily, "He lied about being a descendant of Orion, so I should kill him!" The Targaryens' current status is largely due to the fact that they are the only remaining lineage of dragon kings in the world.

Back in ancient Valyria, forty dragon families coexisted, and the Targaryens were only in the middle to lower ranks in terms of power, with very little say in the matter.

Now that he has absolute power, why would he share it?

Anyone who impersonates a descendant of the Dragon King, whether true or false, should be killed.

Upon hearing this, Corliss nodded slowly, not immediately responding, but pretending to be deep in thought.

After a long pause, he finally said, "Since you have the resolve and courage to kill him, why don't you have the resolve and courage to spare him?"

"What are you talking about?"

Viserys was taken aback.

Mor is a menace; his very existence is a desecration and a desecration of the Targaryens. He should be nipped in the bud as soon as possible.

Kolis organized his thoughts and said seriously, "Moll is an envoy from outside, and also a tool for the Iron Throne to restrain Kohol. Killing him at will may cure your heart disease, but it will ruin the reputation of the Iron Throne."

"It would be better to control him, on the one hand appease the surrounding forces such as Norfos and Valantis, and on the other hand use Mor to force Kohol to pay tribute to the Iron Throne."

A high-ranking official like himself has no shortage of opportunities to make money.

Besides, the strategy for conquering Kohol had already been planned long ago, hadn't it?
But Viserys wanted to back out.

He understood the serpent's unspoken message: he shouldn't kill Moore for his own selfish reasons and jeopardize the overall situation.

How can killing a potential threat be considered selfish?!
Viserys's face darkened, and he said firmly, "What if I insist on killing him?"

"You are the king."

Corliss made his stance clear from the start: "You are the king, and no one can stop you." Just as Viserys was about to get angry, he countered, "If you don't want to see him, why not exchange him for a better hostage?"

"Who?"

Viserys was puzzled.

Corliss said, "His nephew, Belle Aignon La, the acting lord of Corhol."

Upon hearing this, Viserys stroked his chin in deep thought.

To be honest, he was more wary of Mor than disgusted by him, because he was genuinely afraid that Mor possessed the blood of Orion.

Moreover, he was extremely annoying; seemingly obedient, but actually cunning and treacherous, he was simply a model of a sycophant.

He feared that leaving people in King's Landing would cause chaos in the court and result in irreparable damage.

However, if the hostage were changed to Moore's own nephew, whom he considered his heir, then there would be no room for negotiation.

"Forgive my bluntness, Your Majesty, but your concerns are somewhat unnecessary."

Having met Moore and inquired about the rise of the Anion-La family, Corliss said helplessly, "Do you really think a fraudster whose bloodline is unknown could steal a dragon from the heavily guarded Dragonstone Island?"

Viserys' eyelids twitched; that was exactly what he was thinking.

Kolis shook his head and said, "Even if we did lose a dragon, we still have Vaghar, the oldest and largest dragon in the world, as well as the equally powerful Vomisor, Dreamfire, and Silverwing..."

They directly called out the names of all the adult dragons that the Targaryens and Valyrians could control.

Viserys felt more and more confident as he listened, his back straightening unconsciously, and he suddenly felt that he could breathe more easily.

Yeah, I'm afraid of him!!?
A despicable serpent lizard who stole power, at best, has blood mixed with a thin layer of dragon blood flowing through his veins, and his family doesn't even have a single dragon egg.

The Targaryens have dragons and dragon eggs, as well as hordes of dragon riders and the "binding spell" used to train and award dragon riders.

I'm afraid of him?!?

Going back to the time when forty dragon families coexisted in ancient Valyria, the Targaryens, who possessed more than twenty dragons, would have been ranked among the top.

I'm afraid of him!!?
"Exchange!" Viserys' confidence soared, and he declared loudly, "Send word to Corhol, ordering Baelor Aignon Labrigitte to arrive in King's Landing in exchange for the Iron Throne's non-conquest and the release of Mor."

Stop pretending, show your cards.

With him in my hands, forget about visiting or giving gifts; I'm treating him like a hostage.

If they don't obey, we'll kill them.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Corliss accepted the order and took his leave.

"Damn snake lizard."

Viserys cursed again and punched the air hard.

Hiding in the corridor, Imond, hindered by the White Knight guarding the door, didn't hear the crucial details, but from his father's final curses, he guessed that the problem lay with that Kohol man.

Should we trick Aegon into killing him?
Aymond quickly shook his head, thinking that Aegon wouldn't be able to withstand that beating.

Consider it carefully, consider it carefully...

Before noon, the Scholar's Tower released a raven.

……

half a month later.

The King's Landing Tournament has begun.

This tournament was originally intended to celebrate Mor's arrival and to call upon the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms to witness the friendship between the Iron Throne and Corhol.

But Mor's words deeply angered Viserys, and his joy vanished.

However, the martial arts tournament will still be held on schedule.

The nobles are already on their way, and His Majesty the King, who is furious, deserves a lively martial arts tournament to soothe his soul.

"Hiss!"

"..."

Above King's Landing, several giant dragons circled and roared, drawing the gazes of nobles and commoners alike, greatly demonstrating the power of the royal family.

On the fighting field.

Viserys sat on the high platform, watching the nobles and contestants enter with great pride.

boom! boom! boom!
A series of heavy sounds rang out, like a giant object falling to the ground.

The giant Chestnut, clad in rune armor, bent his seven- or eight-meter-tall body and entered behind a group of River Reach nobles.

Behind him followed "Strong Mag" and his son, Little Mag.

Three giants appeared openly in the arena.

Wow!
Countless people were in an uproar. Those who had never seen a giant were astonished by its existence, and even more astonished that a giant had appeared before their very eyes.

"Don't panic, everyone!"

Sir Harold shouted, silencing the whispers of the crowd.

Viserys stepped forward, his hands gripping his clan sword "Blackfire," his face beaming with joy: "Gentlemen, these are our giant friends who migrated from the distant Wall. They have now submitted to the Iron Throne and will soon swear allegiance to your king."

He's showing off his divine abilities in front of others again.

boom!boom!
Before the high platform where the giant Chestnut had gone, Chestnut knelt on one knee, looking bewildered, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Chestnut... I serve you."

Viserys's lips twitched, thinking to himself that the giants were really stupid; they couldn't learn the words he had been taught so many times.

"Rise, Sir Chestnut."

Viserys raised his clan sword, Blackfire, to signify his allegiance and publicly bestowed upon him the title of "Baron of Giants."

They did not receive any fiefdoms, but were paid an annual salary consisting of money and grain.

No one disagrees with this.

During the internal strife in the River Bend, the giant Chestnut God descended from the sky, and his achievements are clearly documented.

Subsequently, Viserys accepted the allegiance of the "Strong Mag" father and son, and formed a giant legion based on chestnuts, settling them in White Garden to cultivate the land and await orders.

"The martial arts tournament shall now begin!"

(End of this chapter)