Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 363 Fourteen Fire Peaks Geomantic Map - Dragon Ink

Kohol Forest.

In a secluded volcanic area, Eamon held two lively mice in his hands.

"Squeak!"

The golden-nosed mouse gestured with its little paws, cleverly making a frightening face.

It says that Kolachu, the volcano's crypt, has left.

"Chi chi chi chi."

The little groundhog patted its chest with one paw and pulled out a dull black crystal with the other.

That was the depleted Fire Marrow Ore.

Kolachu has completely absorbed the associated volcanic minerals in this volcanic area.

"I'm really lucky."

Listening to the two mice's report, Eamon felt a little envious.

Without any external force, Kolachuo unexpectedly benefited from the misfortune, as it tempered its own scales.

Its effects, while not comparable to Bloodborne Fruit or Firefly Fruit, are quite significant in terms of amplification.

"I'll treat you two to something special when we get back."

I poked the two little mice's heads and put them in my pocket, one on each side.

There's no need to be envious.

The first fire peak has not yet been mined, so there must be fire marrow mines below it.

Moreover, Vormisor is already powerful enough that he doesn't care about the tempering effect of Fire Marrow Ore.

It would be good to hand them over to the three egg-laying female dragons, Syracuse, Dreamfire, and Silverwing.

The male dragons in the family are all very powerful, but the female dragon is gentle and has relatively low combat strength.

……

Upon returning to Kohol, Imon summoned D'Andro.

He planned to leave.

First, return to Nasa Star, arrange everything, and then ride the dragon back to King's Landing.

Kohol's side.

Damon was keeping watch in his small town, and he also had Moore's nephews and nieces as hostages.

Things won't be chaotic for now.

"Your Highness, Lord Sea Serpent has arrived."

Just as Eamon was basking in the satisfaction of his accomplishment, Rob brought news that his reunion with his family would be delayed.

What else can be done?

Aemon pondered for a moment, then ordered his men to go out of the city to meet the sea serpent. As soon as the father-in-law and son-in-law met, they asked, "Where are Aegon and the other two?"

"Aemond followed the army to the rear, Aegon..."

Dissatisfied, Corliss shook his head sarcastically, "They disappeared as soon as they entered the city."

I don't know which brothel they went to have fun at.

The two reconciled their findings: the sea serpent had breached the town of Velonsers, killed a Tiger Party governor, and carried a large amount of wealth upstream.

There are some beginnings and endings to follow.

After some haggling, Imon paid for more than a dozen large ships and dozens of small ships that the Sea Serpent had plundered, which the Sea Serpent then sent to Nasa Star.

Ships sailed freely on the Lorne River, but could not return to Westeros by land.

Leaving it to Na Saxing is the best option.

In return, Aemon disregarded the spoils of the serpent raid and agreed to help him build a fortress in a disputed area along the coast of Tyrosh.

The material is naturally dragon stone.

"In a way, Aegon's dissolute lifestyle wasn't entirely useless."

With his hands behind his back, Corliss said calmly, "I'll give you a little surprise. It was a chance arrest when we were capturing Aegon. He's right outside."

Amon's heart skipped a beat.

Catch Aegon = Brothel Reporting
The sea snake refers to people, specifically those captured from brothels.

Aside from her great-grandfather Jaehaerys's rebellious daughter, her great-aunt Senilla Targaryen, I can't think of anyone else.

"Don't worry, it's not the person you're thinking of. I haven't been so rude as to touch a nerve with Prince Rui."

Corliss shook his head, and the guards at the door brought in a silver-haired man.

"Um!?"

Seeing the man's startled expression, Imon quickly approached him, bringing him within arm's reach.

The silver-haired man hung his head, large beads of sweat seeping from his forehead, trembling with fear.

“Raise your head.” Imon’s voice was like a clear, cold spring.

The other person looked up, revealing a face that was unforgettable.

Great-grandfather Jaheris.

"Your Highness."

The silver-haired man had the face of a centenarian, but lacked any of the centenarian's bearing, and even spoke with a stutter.

"You're her illegitimate child, aren't you?"

Imon was greatly disappointed and immediately recognized the other party's identity.

This man, now middle-aged, had his once imposing face worn down to mere humility and flattery; he bore no resemblance to his great-grandfather, who had been a dashing youth to an old man.

At the 101st Great Council, the great-grandfather invited his daughter Senella Targaryen, who was a prostitute in Valanthi, and his son Viggen Targaryen, who was in the City of Ulster, to run for office.

Of course.

The election is a pretense; the real purpose is to see one's children, whom one has not seen for many years, in the last few years of one's life.

But both refused the old man.

Vegan, the "Dragonless One," was frail and knew he might not outlive his elderly father, so he declined the invitation.

It was also he who proposed using the Grand Council to peacefully resolve the rivalry between his uncle Viserys and his aunt Rhaenys.

Senila, on the other hand, dismissed the matter, saying she disdained her father's Iron Throne and had her own kingdom in Valantis.

A brothel that's doing a blast!

However, she sent three illegitimate children to King's Landing as one of the 22 candidates for crown prince.

One of her illegitimate children was born when she was the mistress of the then-governor of Valantis. He bore a striking resemblance to the centenarian king in his youth, which attracted a little attention.

The outcome of the Grand Council was predictable: no one would support an illegitimate child.

Especially a whore's illegitimate child.

Senella Targaryen's life was the life of a bitch.

It's hard to believe that my great-grandfather and great-grandmother were such outstanding people, and that the former Prince of Dragonstone, Aemon, and my grandfather, Belron, were also remarkable individuals.

It's unbelievable that such a shameless humanoid would appear in our family.

"Your Highness, my mother has passed away."

The "illegitimate son," Inar, acknowledged his identity and expressed his hope that his mother's death would absolve him of any responsibilities and prevent him from being implicated.

Senila is indeed an extremely unfilial daughter.

When her maternal grandfather, Jahelis, was bedridden, he wrote a letter hoping that his daughter would come back to see him, but he never received a response.

In his final moments, the old man mistook the teenage Alison for his daughter, holding her hand and calling out her name repeatedly.

After he passed away, Allison and Eamon became unfortunate siblings who benefited from the legacy of the centenarian king.

Aemon glanced at the sea serpent and said indifferently, "Give me a reason not to kill you."

"what?"

Inar was taken aback.

When Aemon asked for his name and learned it was the same as "The Exile," he said disdainfully, "You dare to call yourself that? You've tarnished the name."

"It's not up to me to decide."

Inar offered a weak defense.

"You're going to kill him?" Corliss asked nonchalantly.

Aemon retorted, "Otherwise what?"

If the sea serpent brought back Senila herself, then he couldn't bring himself to do it, neither for the sake of patricide nor for his great-grandfather's dying wish.

But I feel no psychological pressure killing that mere bastard.

"Don't kill me, I know a secret!"

Inar quickly tried to salvage the situation, revealing a crucial piece of information: "I know Mor Aignon La of Kohol, who has connections with the Dragon King Orion and possesses a relic of the Dragon King."

"Ok?"

"Um!?"

Upon hearing this, both Immon and Corliss were taken aback, and looked at him with rather strange expressions.

Immanuel was astonished that he had actually said something useful.

Corliss was furious. He had imprisoned the man all the way, and the man hadn't uttered a single word. "I... I have Targaryen blood in my veins. Now that you've captured me, I'll tell you some secrets as atonement for my mother's sins."

Inar gave a sullen smile and said some flattering words.

"Really?" Aemon asked, his eyes full of suspicion. "How do you know?"

Inar: "Mohr approached me privately, was very ingratiating, and even invited me to his estate..."

The second half was spoken in a drawn-out manner.

As the product of a marriage alliance between a princess of a country and a governor of a city, he inherited no outstanding genes except for his good looks.

……Um
Senila has no redeeming qualities other than her pretty face.

As a result, he was bullied from a young age and developed a habit of petty theft.

When Moll was alone, he overheard him talking to himself and learned that the Anion-La family was hiding a Dragon King relic.

He didn't tell anyone else.

Because of his mother's death, and his father, who didn't care much about him, also stepped down as governor, he completely lost his support.

Saying it will only bring trouble upon yourself.

Today, I can buy myself a second life.

Amon and Corliss exchanged a glance, then said to the guards at the door, "Go and fetch the Governor."

Not long after.

Mo'er, covered in sweat, jogged over.

"Your Highness, what are your orders?"

Imon stepped aside, revealing Inar behind him, and said calmly, "I heard that you've been hiding something from me."

"Y-really?"

The moment Mor saw Inar, his eyelids twitched, and he had a bad feeling.

He originally got to know the other person because of their family background.

Although he was a bastard, he was the bastard son of a legitimate Targaryen and the governor of Volantis, so his status and position were quite extraordinary.

Who would have thought that this person was utterly hopeless and had the despicable habit of petty theft?

Before leaving, they even stole a set of pure gold tableware from him.

Moore remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was very flustered.

When dealing with such a sneaky person, who can guarantee that they haven't seen or heard anything they shouldn't have?

Inar pointed and shouted, "Your Highness, he has hidden a treasure inside the portrait of the Dragon King Orion!"

Crack!

In an instant, like a bolt of lightning falling from a clear sky, Morley was charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

He really knows!

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Imon smiled knowingly. "You really do have something. Lord Mor is quite the hidden talent."

Dan Duoke at the door immediately took action, leading her men into Mo'er's new house and taking the portrait of the Dragon King Orion from the bedroom.

Looking at the portrait, Aemon said, "Will you take it out yourself, or should I do it myself?"

"relative…"

Inar's expression turned anxious, as he wanted to ask where the Dragon King's treasure was hidden in the portrait.

He had barely opened his mouth when Eamon glared at him and shut him up.

"I'll do it myself."

Moore turned pale, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant, and tremblingly accepted the portrait.

First, the frame was removed, then the paper containing the portrait was taken out, and a hidden page was revealed by rubbing the upper left corner.

"what?"

Amon was surprised to find that he hadn't noticed it last time.

"Your Highness, please look."

Mohr handed over a torn, semi-transparent page of the scroll, his eyes glancing to the left and right.

Imon understood and ordered the sea serpent to take Inar away.

Corliss hesitated for a second, examined the painting but couldn't discern anything, and then calmly left.

……

"What is this?"

Aemon asked alone.

Moore reassembled the portrait, shook the semi-transparent scroll, and placed it over the candlelight: "It's called the Fourteen Fire Peaks Geomantic Map, or the Dragon Map."

During the ancient Valyrian period, the Fourteen Fire Peaks spanned hundreds of miles and consisted of numerous craters of varying sizes.

In order to clarify the assigned areas of each Dragon King family, several geomantic maps were specially made.

These geomantic maps were made from the shed skin of a special dragon and, after being blessed by the secret arts of blood sorcerers and fire magicians, ultimately possessed the miraculous effects of the "Dragon Atlas".

Take any scales, horns, saliva, etc. from the dragon's body, add special materials, and mix them to create a special "dragon ink".

By drawing the dragon's symbol on a geomantic map with ink, a faint connection can be formed.

Those upstream dragon king families often keep thirty or forty giant dragons.

It is precisely through geomantic maps that control over the unclaimed dragon veins is strengthened.

"How does this picture compare to The Dragon's Horn?"

Aemon's eyes lit up.

Mohr shook his head and confirmed, "The Dragon Horn can forcibly control dragons, while the Fourteen Fire Peaks Map can only sense the location of dragons and leave the mark of the Dragon King's family. The two are worlds apart."

This thing is a secret treasure used by the Dragon King family upstream.

Those elite dragon king families have no use for it; they have dragon horns and better dragon-taming tools.

"Where did the Dragon King Orion obtain this item?"

Suppressing his excitement, Aemon voiced his doubts.

According to Mor, House Orion and House Targaryen were of similar status, both being mid-to-lower-ranking dragon families.

How could someone who doesn't even know binding spells possess such a treasure?

"Perhaps it was stolen."

Moor was very straightforward and had no fear of tarnishing his ancestors' reputation.

As for where the item came from, even the Aignon-La family didn't know.

Before recruiting soldiers and setting out on his campaign, the Dragon King Orion left the geomantic map in Kohor, intending to retrieve the treasure after restoring the Free Fortress Empire.

At that time, the geomantic map contained sketches of fourteen fire peaks and a giant dragon mark.

After the disappearance of the Orion Dragon King, the only remaining dragon mark vanished, and the sketch of the Fourteen Fire Peaks also disappeared.

……

into the night.

Aemon sat at the alchemist's table, tossing a piece of brownish-black scaly keratin into a glass container filled with a greenish solvent, and gently stirred it with a glass rod.

"Slow down, make sure the dragon scales dissolve completely."

Moore stood to the side, watching the scene intently.

The two hit it off immediately.

One had a geomantic map, and the other had a giant dragon; they couldn't resist trying to concoct dragon ink.

Thanks to the sheep thief for his selfless contribution.

This is a bad thing that Imon did.

The authenticity of the Dragon Ink is unknown, so we certainly can't use Vormisor as a guinea pig.

Haiyan is hardworking and meritorious, Yangyan is good-looking.

It's just a shame that the sheep thieves and Imond have to suffer.

puff!
Suddenly, white smoke billowed from the glass container, and the solvent rapidly boiled.

In no time, the solvent changed from green to blue, and then from blue to black.

Finally, it turned into a smelly, earthy, bluish-black ink.

"Success?"

Imon hesitated for a moment.

"It should have succeeded... right?"

Moore scratched his sparse silver hair, unsure of what to do.

"Then try it."

Imon was not one to hesitate. He dipped a quill pen into a thin layer of blue-black ink and shoved it directly onto the semi-transparent geomantic map.

Boo! ~~
The ink seemed to have fallen into the water, instantly spreading into a pool of ink.

Immediately, ripples appeared on the semi-transparent geomantic map, and the volcanic landform pattern emerged silently, stroke by stroke.

(End of this chapter)