Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 364 Darren and Tserion

A month and a half later.

"Blackwater Bay," roared.

boom--

A bronze dragon soared across the sky, its enormous brown wings obscuring the sun and covering most of the Roaring Strait.

"Finally home!"

Aemon smiled broadly and raised his hands high on the dragon's back.

We set off in July or August, and now it's almost the end of December.

The past six months of running around must have taken a toll on him.

“Hiss—”

Vomisol glanced upwards with its vertical pupils, its massive body fluttering sideways, as if to say that it too had made a great contribution.

"Yes, yes, you're amazing."

Imon smiled and took out a scroll from his spatial ring, habitually observing the subtle changes on it.

The painting is nothing special; it's just like a simple sketch drawn with lines.

On a continuous volcanic landscape, some areas are covered with vegetation, and there are huge and strange rocks scattered around. Fourteen towering craters are emitting lifelike plumes of smoke.

With a serious expression, Imon gently blew on the painting.

Bo~~
The painting is like a calm lake surface disturbed, rippling slightly, and unusual fish appearing.

The Fire Peak painting gradually faded, coalescing into a dragon-shaped rune in High Valyrian.

It's black, as hot as flames, and has a bronze-like texture.

That is the dragon's mark that symbolizes Vormisor.

Imon shook the scroll, and around the first dragon-shaped rune, four more dragon-shaped runes condensed.

They respectively evoke feelings of muddy texture, warmth, dreaminess, and mist.

"Truly worthy of being a dragon-taming tool used by ancient dragon kings, it could be immediately passed down as a family heirloom by weaker dragon king families."

Even though he handled it day and night, Imon still valued it highly and carefully treasured it.

With the Fourteen Fire Peaks geomantic map, the family's dragons are all under control, and there is no need to worry about them being stolen, hunted, or lost.

In terms of rarity, it is no less valuable than the spatial ring on her hand.

Items far exceeding those of a pyromancer, such as a nightlight, a stone or glass candle, or antique jewelry.

In particular, it also comes with a "Dragon Ink" tip, which enriches the family's knowledge base.

really not bad.

……

We'll be arriving at Dragonstone Island soon.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, a loud dragon roar rang out, even reaching beyond the island.

Immon was taken aback, drawn in by the stillness and movement.

what's the situation?
boom!
At the foot of the majestic Longshan Mountain, a cobalt blue pillar of dragon flames shot into the sky, standing out starkly against the barren and desolate island.

"Teselion!"

Imon recognized the dragon by its flames, patted its back, and flew towards Dragon Mountain.

The other end.

“Wooooooa ...

Darren's face contorted in embarrassment as he let out a groan.

After two months, they finally persuaded the dragon they admired.

But the dragon beneath him seemed a bit excited and unrestrained, not quite obeying its rider's commands.

"Hiss!"

Terselion flew out of the cave, her slender body exceptionally magnificent, cobalt blue paired with orange-red scales, like a beauty who had stepped out of an ink painting.

boom!
It spewed dragon flames continuously from its mouth and smashed a grown mushroom tree in half with its head.

On this island, nothing is allowed to be more colorful than it.

"Hang Chih Chih..."

Darren watched as his dragon picked up half a mushroom tree trunk and chewed and swallowed it in large mouthfuls.

The dried mushrooms are fleshy and white, with bright red, bouncy caps dotted with white spots.

Terserion raised his long neck, savoring the taste of the food in his mouth. After finishing, he breathed dragonfire at the remaining half of the mushroom tree.

In an instant, only charred remains were left on the spot.

"Hiss!"

Satisfied, Terserion rose and flapped his cobalt blue wings, his vertical pupils peering from his rider's back at the blue sky and white clouds above.

"Calm down, Terserion."

Darren's heart pounded as he checked the tightly bound chains around his waist.

Tserien checked again and confirmed that the pilot was well protected before flapping his wings and taking off.

"ah!!!!"

……

"This kid is really wild."

Imon landed on the east coast riding Vormisor, watching the man and dragon soar into the sky, and heard the exhilarating passion of riding a dragon for the first time in their shouts.

"It was like this when I first flew, right?"

The 6-year-old dragon rider is two years younger than him.

"Roar..."

Vomisol lay sprawled on the grass, lazily basking in the sun, offering only half-hearted responses.

After watching for a while, Eamon confirmed that Terserion had flown around several times and landed safely near Dragon Mountain.

Then, the mournful laugh of a little boy who had survived the ordeal rang out.

"Success."

Aemon was delighted and patted the increasingly lazy old dragon: "Get up, let's go back to King's Landing."

……

The King's Landing.

"Imon!"

As soon as I entered the Red Castle, I was embraced in a warm hug, feeling the warmth of the person who came.

Smelling the faint scent of lavender, Eamon said with a helpless expression, "Alison, you are the Queen."

It was clear that Allison was in a very good mood. She let go of his hand and smiled, "Of course, you should be grateful that the Queen personally greeted you."

"Thank you so much."

Aemon pulled out a small gift and, led by the Kingsguard, entered the Red Keep.

Allison explained, "Renella is breastfeeding, and Viserys has an impromptu royal meeting."

Of all the grand Red Castles, she was the most suitable person to greet them.

Soon after, they arrived at the king's bedroom.

Before meeting her uncle Viserys, she first saw Rhaenyra, whose silver hair reached her waist.

"Waaaaah."

She was holding a baby boy who was a few months old. The little guy was sucking his fingers and babbling.

Renilla smiled and handed the little one to Alison: "Emon, you're finally back."

After saying that, he stepped forward and gave her a big hug.

Imon readily accepted and closed his eyes in pleasure.

All I can say is, as expected of you, Renilla.

Rich and generous.

After a while of tenderness, they unconsciously started talking about serious matters.

Renilla asked curiously, "Has everything been resolved regarding Kohol?"

Amon nodded: "More or less."

“I heard that you arranged for that Moore to continue serving as governor of Corhol, and Viserys is a little angry about it, thinking that you should execute him.”

Allison, holding her adopted grandson Xiaolu, chimed in.

Little Lu was still babbling when her grandmother kissed her cheek.

Renilla was used to it.

Although they are nominally grandmother and granddaughter, Allison and Lusris are not related by blood at all.

The reason they are so close is entirely because Xiaolu is Yimeng's bloodline, which makes her unable to resist overflowing with maternal love.

“No one is more suitable than Mohr to quell Kohol’s rebellion as quickly as possible.”

Immon didn't hide anything and said happily, "Moreover, Moore emptied his pockets and gave me a great gift."

The geomantic map of the Fourteen Fire Peaks is not something that just anyone can produce.

His Highness the Prince isn't the type to discard someone after they've served their purpose; at least wait until things are peaceful in Kohor before quietly doing so…

Squeak!

The door opened, and Viserys limped in.

Upon seeing his nephew whom he hadn't seen for months, his irritable mood instantly turned into a smile, and he exclaimed happily, "Look, our great hero is back!"

Imon smiled helplessly and went over to give him a hug.

“If I hadn’t written to urge you, you still wouldn’t have come back.”

Viserys complained, but his eyes were scanning his nephew up and down.

People can be strange sometimes. Before he had a son, he dreamed of having one.

Now that he has many sons, he no longer cares.

On the contrary, he was more and more fond of his only nephew.

He's reliable, like a god of war.

"I want to come back too, but there are too many troubles over there."

Imon refused to take responsibility and kept complaining.

Kohol wants to suppress it, Norfos wants to intervene, and Na Sassing is in dire need of rebuilding...

Even the severely damaged Valantis had to be extremely cautious, lest the loss of the Tiger Party allow the dominant Elephant Party to cause trouble.

"Where is Lord Corliss?"

Viserys then changed the subject, asking about the prime minister who had once again performed a remarkable feat.

Imon, unaware of his ulterior motives, replied, "Lord Corliss has sold the ship and is currently crossing mountains and valleys in Gödöh, after which he will return by ship from Pentos."

It was a bumpy road, taking at least half a month.

If my uncle wanted to do something while the sea snake was away, or simply wanted to suppress it, it would be very convenient.

Upon hearing this, Viserys smiled and said, "I've prepared a welcome feast for you."

It's just that Aemon's return was sudden, and the dragon-riding was too fast, making it difficult to predict the timing; otherwise, they could have prepared even more and better.

Imon naturally didn't refuse and followed his uncle outside.

This is my uncle's habit.

Celebrate anything beforehand, and discuss important matters privately afterward.

As she left, Renilla also mentioned the children: "Xiao Jie and the others are in White Garden City. After you reply, I will tell them to head back. It shouldn't take more than a few days."

As she spoke, her expression became subtle, as if something was amiss.

"What else?"

Aemon figured it out.

Renny thought for a moment and said, "Outside the Wall, another group of Children of the Forest and giants have arrived. They have been taken in by Gon and placed on unclaimed land near White Garden City, where they are free to cultivate and farm."

Baiyuan City is, after all, a small castle, and its main industries are farmland and orchards.

After Xiao Jie left, "raising chickens" was added to the list.

But to support a dozen or so "big-appetite" giants, it would probably be necessary to file for bankruptcy in advance.

"What are the Night's Watchmen doing? The Wall is practically riddled with holes."

After listening, Imon was speechless for a moment.

However, considering that the Children of the Forest knew magic and the Night's Watch was declining and no longer able to care about so many castles, they decided not to pursue the matter further.

Yes, and they don't deduct the subsidies they apply for from the royal family at the end of each year.

Aemon asked about the number of the newly arrived Children of the Forest and the giants.

There are ten children of the forest and thirteen giants.

Both groups migrated in caravans, and the three extra giants were former companions of "Strong Mag".

"My uncle's giant legion is really about to be formed."

Imon said half-jokingly.

Renilla didn't respond, but said, "A forest child named Fungus came to Gon, saying that you made a promise with her to grow a mushroom tree and invited her to be the mushroom manager."

Imon paused, then realized, "That's true."

A timid yet grateful woman, a child of the forest.

“I arranged for her to go to Dragonstone, and she also brought two new giants with her as helpers to manage the distribution of mushroom trees on the island.”

"I can't help it," Renilla said helplessly.

She knew there was this debt.

"That's great, the mushroom is a good child of the forest."

Imon smiled broadly.

The children of the forest live in seclusion in nature and dislike appearing in front of people.

Placing mushrooms on Dragonstone Island can act as an invisible housekeeper.

Giants are no problem either.

The nominal "King of Giants," Mag'g, was a vassal of the Iron Throne, eating Targaryen food and living in Targaryen houses.

The people of the river bend were used to the presence of giants.

Relocating some people to royal domains, especially Dragonstone, which is under royal control, would be a good start.

……

night.

After the banquet, Imon was summoned to the king's bedchamber.

"Tell me about the major takeaways you mentioned in your letter."

Viserys sat in a rocking chair with a blanket over his legs, feigning a deep and thoughtful expression.

Aemon glanced at his leg and silently looked at Grand Scholar Orville, a member of the Minor Council.

Orville shuddered and quickly explained, "It was because of the good news of your victory last time that the king lost his composure and fell down while drunk."

He paused, then added, "My right leg has a slight fracture and is currently swollen, but it will heal."

Snapped!
Imon slapped his face, utterly speechless.

I thought something had happened; my uncle's wound had gotten worse.

Unexpectedly, he fell because he was drunk.

In the second small meeting, Langwu spoke up: "The king misses you very much, and coupled with his advancing age, that's why he made a mistake."

Viseris's eyes flashed, and he nodded almost imperceptibly.

The king expressed his approval.

Imon's lips twitched, and he took out the Fourteen Fire Peaks geomantic map, saying, "Come and see, this is a genuine Dragon King's relic."

Langwu and Ouweier, their expressions solemn, surrounded the prince.

Needless to say, the former considers himself a wizard.

Although the latter holds a bachelor's degree, he has flexible professional ethics.

When he first saw the dragon, he immediately forgot the Cardinal's principle that "magic is fake".

"How does this thing work?"

Viseris couldn't help but stand up; his leg no longer felt so lame.

Imon said seriously, "There are fourteen fire peaks inside, where the marks of dragons can be left."

He gave a thorough and insightful explanation, informing the three of the facts and their importance.

He didn't intend to carry the dragon-taming tool with him; he would leave it at the Red Keep.

The function of the Fourteen Fire Peaks geomantic map is comparable to bloodline identification and dragon location.

Logically, it should be handed over to Aunt Renis, the "Dragon Princess," for safekeeping, along with the "Pyromancer's Stone Sculpture."

The Dragon Prince is roughly equivalent to the Imperial Clan Chief of the Chinese nation in the previous life.

Aunt Renis has gone far away, and there's been no news of her since.

It could only be entrusted to his uncle, Viseris, for temporary safekeeping.

Imon's idea was that the dragon princes would take control of some of the family's most valuable treasures, thus taking away, to some extent, the king's absolute power.

Of course, this wasn't directed at his uncle, Viseris.

The real reason was to prevent future kings from becoming like Aegon II "Aegon the Great", Aegon III "Aegon the Lesser", Aegon IV "The Mediocre King", and Aegon V "Isaiah"...

This type of person is arrogant, selfish, lazy, incompetent, and prone to sudden outbursts of madness.

Perhaps neither Aegon nor Aegon did anything truly heinous, and King Eggle was a renowned good king.

But Igor's rash decision to engage in battle crippled himself and Kagerou, making the already unstable situation even worse.

Young Aegon was traumatized by Big Aegon, developing a lifelong fear and hatred of dragons, and watched helplessly as the dragons went extinct.

Although he may not be able to stop it, he has indeed completely let it go unchecked.

Its severity surpasses that of a certain mediocre or mad king.

After all, these two humanoids knew that the Targaryens' strength was built on dragons, and they dreamed of the dragons returning.

Egg, on the other hand, was irresponsible. In his old age, he suddenly made a fatal mistake, taking the only seven remaining dragon eggs of the royal family and going all in.

He lost everything in one fell swoop; he and "tall" Duncan were burned to death, and a whole bunch of nobles who were loyal to the royal family also perished.

Queen Leila, who had implicated her granddaughter and granddaughter-in-law, gave birth by a pond outside the fire.

This kind of explosive and all-in behavior is quite terrifying.

Who knows if future generations will have descendants who, with the Dragon King's treasures he painstakingly collected, try to make a big profit but end up with a huge mess.

To prevent the king from having too much power and using good things for nothing.

Dragon-taming tools like the Fourteen Fire Peaks Geomantic Map, which cannot control dragons and are mainly for positioning, are best left to the Dragon Prince.

The election of a dragon prince also requires the newly appointed king to be a person of high moral standing and prestige within the family.

"Damn! Why is it all Aegon? These guys named Aegon all seem to be out of their minds."

Aemon suddenly realized that everyone who could be called Aegon was a talented individual.

You must warn your children that they must not name their children Aegon.

Let's all come up with new names to enrich the number of names in the family, instead of just using the same few over and over again.

"It can be marked with the dragon's mark, thus allowing it to observe the dragon's condition?"

Langwu was greatly surprised.

Viseris pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "It depicts the topography of the Fourteen Fire Peaks. Wouldn't that allow us to recreate the majestic splendor of the Fourteen Fire Peaks with stone carvings?!"

(End of this chapter)