Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 371 The Invitation from Windbreak Castle
That would be strange.

Imon crossed his arms and involuntarily perked up.

Logically, he should have had members of the Black Rose organization stationed at Storm's End to monitor the Baratheon family's every move.

With Johanna's intelligence capabilities, she would never be wrong.

But the problem is that the person watching is no ordinary person.

As the saying goes, a bad person's cunning is no match for a fool's quick thinking.

Boros inherited absolutely no wisdom from his father, Duke Bomond; he was a complete and utter idiot.

You can't expect a pig to do anything reasonable.

If a sea serpent can speak in advance, then that person must be planning something.

Who knows what kind of tricks they'll pull?

"The Duke of Boros?"

Viserys frowned, knowing the man's true nature, and said warily, "Should we send someone to write a letter and find out what's going on?"

Clearly, he was aware of Boros's brilliant mind.

“No need.” Aemon shook his head and smiled, saying, “Aegon and Aemon are both in King’s Landing. With Boros’s abilities, he can handle it.”

The current Imond is not the "one-eyed" madman from the original world.

Under Imon's tutelage, his martial arts and leadership skills were maxed out, and his personal charisma was also considerable.

However, his wisdom and patience... need improvement.

But he wouldn't kill people to vent his anger. Killing people wasn't enough; he would cut them into pieces and then kill their entire family.

In modern Westeros, it is capable of handling many big situations.

Upon hearing this, Viserys felt slightly relieved and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The older a person gets, the more cautious they become.

They were terrified of having one foot in the grave and ruining their reputation in their later years.

Viserys was even worse.

Aymon glanced at the path leading to his grandfather's house and suddenly suggested, "Uncle, let's go to Valhalla together."

Valhal was built on the Arm of Dorne.

After years of development, it has become the tenth largest free trade city-state.

"I'm not going."

Viserys was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and waved his hand in refusal.

As I get older, my body becomes increasingly inconvenient.

He preferred to stay in the Red Castle and host a banquet rather than travel far.

"go Go."

"..."

Lusris and Belron exchanged a glance and began to exert their strength simultaneously.

Viserys was in a bind, caught between a rock and a hard place.

Imon watched patiently, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He ordered those two boys to do it.

My uncle's health is deteriorating. The Grand Secretary said he has been very sleepy lately, which is not a good sign.

According to the original storyline, he was supposed to die peacefully this year.

At 28, Imon had truly stabilized the situation and toned down his overt arrogance.

He was less eager to become king than he had been as a boy in the valley.

Being a king is exhausting.

Especially with the king in a state of incompetence, this regent prince was practically living like a beast of burden.

People tend to become the kind of people they hate the most.

"..."

Imon's two greatest wishes.

One possibility is that his uncle, Viseris, will recover his health and live a few more years.

Many people look down on the elderly.

But the elderly are like the cornerstone of a large family; their survival ensures the cohesion of the family.

Aegon and his companions are still not mature enough.

Secondly, we must focus on training Jaeheris and Beneira so that the siblings can stand on their own.

At that time, he would relinquish his regency and hand it over to Jaeheris.

We don't need River Valley anymore; let Benedict manage it as she pleases.

Enjoy your retirement life to the fullest.

What? You're saying retiring at 28? Isn't that too early?
Some people are already receiving hundreds of thousands in retirement pensions by the age of 21.

cough cough...

Imon coughed lightly and said, "While you're at it, take a stroll around First Fire Peak. The natural scenery there is spectacular now, with many spiritual plants and young dragons dwelling there."

"This...that."

Viserys looked at his two grandsons, hesitating between going and not going.

Aemon made up his mind to send him.

The First Fire Peak is the world's largest volcanic crater, possessing a rich aura of fiery magic.

It is Targaryen's natural therapy.

Furthermore, he intended to help his uncle Viserys re-tame a young dragon.

Yes, the second time taming a dragon.

There is no precedent for this in history. The only recorded instance is that at the end of the "A Dance of the Blood Dragons," ministers advised Aegon, who had lost his Sunfire and was severely injured, to go to the Red Lake to tame the stray Silverwing.

Aegon's injuries were too severe; he couldn't go at all.

Imon wanted his uncle to give it a try.

Having mastered binding spells and possessed the geomantic knowledge of the Fourteen Fire Peaks, he was well aware of the benefits a dragon would bring to the Targaryens.

If Viserys can tame a young dragon, he can forge a new bond and establish a new connection.

At the very least, it can ensure that the wound stops worsening and the body regains its vitality.

If we're lucky.

When people have something to do, they can improve their focus and regain their energy and spirit.

I might live another ten years or so.

"go Go."

"Grandpa, Aunt Helena's Dreamfire has laid a nest of dragon eggs. Would you like to take us to see them?"

After being tossed around by his grandson, Viserys finally gave in and muttered, "Fine, fine, we'll all go, we'll all go."

He's an old man, he'd rather die than leave his grandson behind.

If things go wrong halfway through, then his daughter Renilla can take over the throne ahead of time.

Thinking this, Viserys gave his nephew a disgruntled look.

good boy!
They couldn't wait to usurp the throne.

"..."

Amon averted his gaze, lest he be accused of judging a gentleman by his own petty standards.

half a month later.

Dagger Lake Camp, under the jurisdiction of Na Sa Star, on the continent of Essos.

"Your Highness, your judgment is impeccable! This old minister has been wronged!"

Moore knelt down on the ground, wailing with tears and snot streaming down his face.

Jaeheris sat in the main seat in the tent. At 13 years old, his body was no less than that of an adult. He wore black steel armor with green stripes and a bright red cloak, already showing the bearing of his grandfather and father.

Benedict and Renia stood on either side, glancing at their brother from time to time.

Xiao Jie's armor was made of black steel mixed with bronze bells, and was forged by his father, Eamon, and the royal blacksmith.

The Wang family blacksmith was the same blacksmith who used to work for Kohol.

This armor combines the flexibility of black steel with the defensive properties of rune armor, making it a rare magical armor in the world.

He wears the Valyrian steel sword "Deepsea," which he acquired as a child, at his waist.

At this moment, he sat upright in the main seat, his youthful face revealing no emotion, yet exuding the majesty of a true dragon's bloodline.

At that moment, a man emerged from the tent, shouting, "Prince, don't believe his nonsense! Let me kill him with one stroke!"

Upon hearing this, Jahelis frowned, feeling a headache coming on.

Governor Bartoto of Norfos stood with his hands on his hips, looking smug and righteous: "Who doesn't know that Mor of Kohol is a glib-tongued liar, yet he's being hailed as the Dragon King by Valantis? He's clearly challenging the authority of the Iron Throne."

Jaheris glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Benedict stepped forward and said earnestly, "Lord Mor's arrival to pay homage has already proven his loyalty. Why not listen to his explanation?"

Bartoto was unconvinced and wanted to argue further.

"Sir, please be quiet for a moment."

Jahelis spoke softly, neither too warm nor too cold, yet his words reached everyone's ears.

Bartoto's expression changed, and he obediently returned to his original position.

He was not afraid of Prince Aemon's daughter, but he dared not offend Prince Aemon's eldest son.

A young prince riding a dragon has already shown the prowess of Aemon the Dragon Slayer in his youth.

Even though Imon is still very young.

"Lord Mor, please continue."

Benedict glared at Bartoto and raised her hand to help the elderly Mor.

"Thank you, Prince. Thank you, Princess."

Mo'er wiped away his tears and snot, and shakily got up, like a pitiful old man on his deathbed.

Jaeheris sighed softly, his eyes practically rolling to the sky.

Father Aemon was a generous…petty, kind…calculating, gentle…and ruthless man.

Undeniably, he has a tolerant heart.

Mor's son Thorin, nephew Baelor, and even his bastard son Inar who betrayed Mor, all stayed safely in King's Landing and held positions by their father's side.

Once you get to know these three people, how could you not know what kind of person Moore is?

The intelligence chief's message came back yesterday: Moore had slept with three women in one night, and his health is incredibly good.

"Prince, you have no idea how much I suffer!"

Jaeheris pretended to listen patiently and smiled, "Lord Mor, I understand your predicament. Let's get to the point."

"Okay, all right."

Moore, like someone with dementia, pondered for a long time before coming to his senses and blurted out:

"This is all a conspiracy by Valantis. They used the fact that the Aenion Ra family has a trace of the blood of the Dragon King Orion to slander me and call me His Majesty the Dragon King."

"That's all false!"

"They want to sow discord between the Iron Throne and Kohol, and reignite a war that will sweep across the eastern continent of Essos."

Jaeheris, knowing the situation, asked, "What is Valantis relying on?"

Braavos? Pentos?

It can't be Dorn, can it?

The next moment, Mor said something surprising: "Prince, Valantis is not as monolithic as you think. Without the two Elephant Party governors from the Tiger Party, they have long been fighting each other."

"The reason that triggered the rebellion in Valantis was that a mercenary accidentally discovered the ruins of a dragon king on the deadly road from Valantis to the Valyrian Peninsula."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Jaheristen stood up abruptly, exclaiming in astonishment, "The Dragon King's Ruins!?"

Moore nodded emphatically: "Absolutely true."

After speaking, Jaeharis, Beneira, and Renia exchanged glances, their breathing becoming heavy as they suppressed their excitement.

A Dragon King's ruins are a hundred times more valuable than a fallen Valantis.

……

Gorge.

The royal ship sailed through Shipwreck Bay, where Storm's End is located.

"Quack quack..."

A raven flew in and landed precisely on the bow of the ship, whereupon the scholar removed the communication tube from its leg.

"Whose message?"

Aemon helped his dazed uncle up with one hand, and took a moment to ask the Grand Scholar Orville, who was hurrying over.

"Give me the king."

Otto, accompanying the king, was as gentlemanly and dignified as ever, reaching out to take the unsteady king's hand.

Aemon handed over the man in one hand and took the letter in the other.

After reading the letter, Grand Secretary Orville and the other princes spoke up at the opportune moment: "It is a letter from Duke Boros of Storm's End. He heard that His Majesty and you went to Valhalla and invited you to visit Storm's End."

The reason for the invitation is...

"His second daughter, Marise Baratheon, celebrated her 16th name day with a banquet inviting the lords of Stormlands to a gathering in memory of the late Duke Beaumond?"

After reading the letter, Aemon's expression was extremely strange.

On the naming day of the second daughter, a large number of nobles were invited to commemorate her late husband, Beaumond.

He recognizes each word individually, but he can't understand them when they're put together.

Who told him to write the letter like that?

"Ahem, what else did the letter say?"

Viserys gagged a few times, then mustered his strength to ask.

Imon glanced at it and said, "He also mentioned his daughters and the list of nobles he invited."

Boros was a pig, a breeding pig, and an unlucky breeding pig.

Within twenty years of marriage, she gave birth to four children, all of whom were daughters.

The outside world collectively refers to them as the "Four Storms".

Apart from the eldest daughter Cassandra, who married Lannino, the other three daughters are still unmarried.

"Wait, Garwin is on the list!"

Immon paused, his mind racing.

Otto was taken aback by what he heard, and subtly tightened his grip on the king's arm, a deep glint in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)