Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 367 The Wildly Growing Young Dragon

The next day.

As dawn broke, the royal patrol team of Dragonstone Island set out to patrol the entire Blackwater Bay.

The Forest Child, Mushroom, was also instructed to keep a close eye on the movements around Dragonstone.

Times are different.

At this point in time when the magical tide is receding, the spiritual plants that can be planted on a large scale are like a fragrant cream cake, constantly attracting hungry ghosts.

Hmm... cream cake is Renilla's description.

……

Aemon bids farewell to Rhaenyra, as he heads to the Arm of Dorne to build wonders and also makes a stop on Tidehead Island to visit Lannar.

"Go early and return early."

Renilla gave her a hug.

Eamon smiled, called over Little Bei and Little Lei who were watching eagerly, squatted down, and took out two daggers from behind his back.

One dagger was sharp and straight, while the other was curved like a claw.

It was when he was a child that Damon gave him the Valyrian steel daggers "Dragon Fang" and "Dragon Claw".

“This was given to me by your grandfather when I was a child, and now I am giving it to you.”

Looking at his two daughters, Eamon said gently, "One for each of you. Use them to deal with danger in the future."

"Ah."

"Thank you father."

Xiao Bei and Xiao Lei were overjoyed, clutching the sheathed dagger tightly to their chests and kissing their father's cheeks one after the other.

Previously, only Gaimon possessed a Valyrian steel bracer, but last night Jaeheris suddenly pulled out a Valyrian steel sword.

Now, they both have their own family heirlooms.

"Take good care of the princess and don't make her angry."

After giving a brief explanation, Aemon walked towards Vormisor, who had been waiting for him, and rode his dragon out of Dragonstone.

Beckham and Ray looked reluctant to part, leaning against Renella, their lips pursed and saying nothing.

Renilla chuckled. "Don't be childish. Your father will be back soon."

As she spoke, she remembered the news she had received that morning.

“Your maternal grandfather has arrived in Pentos, and you will be able to see him in a few days.”

"really?"

Is my baby brother about to be born?

Children's emotions come and go quickly; a few words can distract them, and they keep pestering Renilla with questions.

Renilla sighed softly; raising children is truly exhausting.

At the same time, he thought to himself, "I hope the sea serpent comes back and doesn't cause any trouble."

……

a few days later.

The Arm of Dorne, the Flame Peak Strait.

A dragon stone foundation, 20 meters wide and half a meter high, has been completed and stands on the east bank of the strait.

"It's truly a miracle!"

Black Bug looked on with a face full of emotion.

Look at those dark, oily stones, like boulders weathered by wind and rain, standing on the shore of the turbulent strait.

Who would have thought that it was actually a product of magic and witchcraft?

Imon remained calm and clapped his hands: "I'll keep the Dragonstone Essence. The volcanic ash can be mined from the First Fire Peak. You need to hurry and get the Bridge of Progress done before the end of the year."

"Yes, Prince."

Gray Worm's expression changed.

"Don't be so serious."

Aemon shook his head helplessly: "I'm not rushing you, but this is the last mild winter. The Arm of Dorne is located at the border of the Fjord and the Summer Sea, so it will probably snow there too."

"If you don't finish the work in time, you'll suffer in the winter."

The council of the University City had already announced that the coming summer would last for several years or even more than a decade.

This last winter of the year will be relatively colder.

Grey Worm once again received the order and instructed the Immaculate Ones to lead the able-bodied men to prepare to cross the sea and build the foundation stone on the west coast of the strait.

With only a month and a half left, we must act quickly and not waste a single second.

With nothing else to do, Imon headed toward the First Fire Peak.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

From a distance, you could see two young dragons fighting each other in the air, using their claws, teeth, and dragon flames in a fierce battle.

"Those two little ones are growing up so fast!"

Amon smiled.

The two young dragons fighting were the wild dragon Urax and the young dragon Stormcloud.

Several months later, they grew rapidly.

Urax is nearly ten meters tall, almost as tall as Arax, the leader of the fifth generation of dragons.

The storm cloud agreed to grow to nearly six meters in size, almost as big as a clear sky.

"If Little Egon saw this, he'd be grinning from ear to ear."

As Imon gazed at the dragon silk roots that covered the foot and mountainside of the First Fire Peak, their tender green interspersed with sparse, withered yellow, adding a touch of vitality to the majestic fire peak.

The two baby dragons are growing so well.

On the one hand, the First Fire Peak is rich in resources, and the fjords north and south of Dorne's Arm are full of deep-sea fish, so you won't go hungry like you would on Dragonstone.

On the other hand, there is the role of the Dragon Silk Root, which is specifically used to nurture the birth of young dragons.

Young dragons can benefit from eating these foods occasionally, as it aids in their early growth.

"After a while, we'll bring the rest of the baby dragons over as well."

Imon made up his mind to properly transform the First Fire Peak, so that it would become a key fortress connecting the eastern and western continents, and also an important place for dragons to breed.

We arrived at the foot of Huofeng Mountain.

He parted the mud covering a patch of dragon silk roots, took out a mushroom tree seed from his spatial ring, gently planted it, and buried it back in the mud.

There is only one mother plant of the dragon silk root, which cannot be divided and transplanted when planted in the First Fire Peak.

But the mushroom tree can produce seeds in large quantities and is planted on the first fire peak.

Having just finished planting, Imon was planning to return to his camp to rest.

"Your Highness, Lord Leonor has arrived."

An Unsullied arrived to report the news.

"Lord Leonor?"

Imon was taken aback by what he said.

Not long after.

Aemon met Lord Leonor, whom he hadn't seen for months, along with the former prime minister's portly figure and the "bent-footed" Larry. "Lord Leonor, it's been a long time."

Imon greeted him with a warm smile.

Although he disliked Leonor's governing style when he was prime minister, it is undeniable that the latter was a loyal subject of the royal family.

I heard that he served as a minister in Yangji City and worked diligently, earning the unanimous praise of both his uncle and Koolen.

They came ashore this time because they heard I was there and wanted to meet and report back.

"Your Highness, it is truly a blessing from the gods to see you again."

Leonor was deeply moved, but instead of complaining or lamenting, his face showed a greater sense of relief.

Being prime minister is really exhausting.

Before becoming prime minister, he never dared to dream of it and could only envy former prime minister Otto.

Only after becoming prime minister did I realize how many open and covert attacks there were in assisting the king in governing the country.

Now that he's been marginalized and sent to Yangji City as a minister, there aren't as many complicated issues to deal with.

Imon put his arm around the other man's shoulder and asked warmly, "Are you getting used to life in Yangji City? Has anyone been giving you a hard time?"

Leonor shook his head and said it was fine.

Aside from the fact that the Dornish nobles initially drew their swords at him, but Prince Coollen stopped them, he had a relatively smooth life.

At this time, Dorne was embroiled in the East-West War.

The eastern part is dominated by Sunspear City and Erenwood City, while the western part is centered around major noble cities such as Prison Gate, Sandstone City, and Divine Grace City.

One side submitted to the Iron Throne, while the other was committed to maintaining its independence.

"Prince Coollen is extremely busy. He even asked the King for help recently, hoping to borrow a batch of weapons and ships."

When talking about Dorn, Leonor displayed the demeanor of a former prime minister.

After a moment's thought, Amon asked, "So, according to you, should we lend it or not?"

"The king will decide this matter himself."

Leonor was cautious in his words and actions, and during his time on the margins of Dorne, he gradually came to understand the reasons for his demotion.

Ultimately, it all boils down to one person having selfish motives.

If there were no selfish motives, the Strang family should not have replaced Harrenhal.

If he truly wanted to be a good ruler, he should have the courage to speak frankly and strive to change the king's habit of being hesitant and indecisive, rather than waiting for problems to arise before taking action.

Amon noticed the change in Leonor; it was an improvement from the inside out, a boost to his overall energy and spirit.

“I believe your uncle will be very pleased that you think this way.”

As he spoke, he opened his arms and gave the other person a hug.

To put it bluntly, the other party watched him grow up.

"Life is full of ups and downs. I feel like I've returned to my days studying at the university, and I've rediscovered that humility."

Leonor smiled slightly.

After the two finished talking,

Lars, who had been observing silently, stepped forward with his scepter and a friendly smile: "Your Highness, I also have something to report to you."

Aemon's smile faded, and he said calmly, "Come with me."

Leonor glanced at his youngest son, his eyes showing slight worry, and consciously gave him some space.

Without being disturbed, Larry began her performance…

His intelligence gathering abilities.

"Dorn seems chaotic, but our Prince Coollen is not as anxious as he appears, and even has the leisure to correspond with the rebels."

Larry smiled slyly.

From his mouth, Aemon saw another Dorne.

Coollen harbored ulterior motives, colluding with the rebels and deceiving Leonor and the Iron Throne in an attempt to find an opportunity to regain independence.

Imon was skeptical.

Two and a half believe it, seven and a half doubt it.

Larry doesn't tell the truth; it's always a mix of truth and lies.

“Continue to monitor Coollen. His two children are still in King's Landing, and Martell is still engaged in a marriage alliance with the Targaryens. There won't be any major trouble.”

Amon remained calm.

Coollen wasn't a fool; if he really wanted to rebel, he would have to wait until Imond and Alexandra were married and had a child.

Otherwise, wouldn't the marriage alliance have been for nothing?

Larry's words were most likely an attempt to exaggerate and incite another war in Dorne, so he could withdraw from Sunspear.

Imon knows this "bent foot" best, so he won't readily believe it.

Just stay put in Yangji City.

After bidding farewell to Szczek and his son, the Arm of Dorne entered a period of peaceful development.

Imon supervised for several days in a row.

On this day, I received a letter from Helena.

She escorted the sea serpent safely back to Tidehead Island, then returned to King's Landing and handed the grown-up yellow goat over to her nephew, Gon.

Good news, even better news.

Good news! The gazelles have grown up and have started producing milk.

Even better news: Lana is about to give birth.

"Great news, I'm going to be a father again."

Immon smiled wryly, for he had as many children as possible.

The unborn little one is blessed.

Yellow jade rice, large eggs from a blue hen, and milk from a yellow goat.

These are all nutritious and good for improving physical fitness.

……

Chaotou Island.

Climax City, Hall 9.

Having just seen his daughter, Corliss stood in the hall with his hands behind his back.

Before him sat Viserys, who had come to visit him, seated on the driftwood throne, watching him with suspicion and wariness.

His beloved new prime minister returned victorious in his first battle, carrying with him his achievements.

Suddenly proposing a formal meeting with him at the Kowloon International Airport suggests a deliberate attempt to make things difficult.

"What brings you here, Lord Corliss?"

As king, Viserys took the initiative to speak.

Kolis appeared to be pondering, but in fact he was prepared. He said solemnly, "Your Majesty, when Aemon and Lannar were engaged, our two families agreed to adopt a child to the Valerian family."

Upon hearing this, Viserys's expression turned grim.

Kolis pretended not to see it and continued, "Now that Lannard's third child is about to be born, I ask you to keep your promise and adopt Benedictine Targaryen into Lannino's family as the future heir to Tidehead Island."

(End of this chapter)