Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 374 Persuading the Dragon Tamer
After one last round of looting of the underground ruins, Renee led the children away.

This place is not far from the Valyrian Peninsula, and you can see the hazy sea of ​​smoke across the distance.

"This was quite fruitful."

Jaeheris mounted his dragon "Sunny Day," reached into his robes, and pinched out a small, fluffy white creature.

"Squeak?"

A golden-nosed rat with short white fur, a golden nose, and pink paws shook its head in protest.

The little creature is adorable, with a pale yellow belly, a round face with a pale yellow spot around its eye, and large, square ears that are quite distinctive.

The offspring of the golden-nosed mouse, Whitey, and the ground squirrel.

Yes, in the end, I couldn't escape the fate of being paired up.

Although the two mice are not in the same family, they are both rodents in the class Mammalia.

Since they are all intelligent mice, there was surprisingly no reproductive isolation.

After initially being fierce competitors, they gradually developed into friends and naturally had a litter of children.

The hamsters were very prolific, producing a large litter. Once they grew up, Emon would hand them over to his offspring for care.

The square-eared golden-nosed mouse in Xiao Jie's hand inherited the excellent genes of the golden-nosed mouse Xiao Bai.

Each cheek pouch has three feet of space, which can be used to store items.

"Egg yolk, stop fooling around."

Jaeheris tapped the second-generation rat's forehead, inspected the Valyrian steel armor in the pouch, and then put the rat away with satisfaction.

It's perfectly reasonable for a big farmer like him to keep a hamster, right?
"Hiss!"

With a roar, Qingtian shook the leaf-shaped dorsal fins on its back, and with a flap of its red wings, it took off from the spot.

"Not bad dragon."

Renis looked at her grand-nephew's dragon and sincerely praised it.

Among the five generations of dragons in the family, Qingtian hatched at a time that was neither too early nor too late, but her physical development surpassed that of others.

Its wingspan is 44 meters and its length from head to tail exceeds 20 meters.

It has clearly crossed the threshold of sub-adulthood and reached the size of a young dragon.

Their appearance gives the impression of being fierce, strong, and harboring murderous intent...

"Melias, we can't afford to lose to the younger generation."

Renis patted the back of the dragon beneath her, locked the chain around her waist, and couldn't help but smile.

Melias glanced upwards with his vertical pupils, took a step with his powerful hind legs, flapped his huge dragon wings with pale pink membranes, and his massive body, which was over seventy meters long, leaped into the air.

Like a crimson shuttle, it soars straight into the sky.

On a whim, Jaeheris turned his dragon around and headed toward the Valyrian Peninsula.

Like many Targaryen dragon riders, having arrived in the territory of their "ancestors," how could they not take a closer look?

Rhaenys didn't object and even told the children some history of the ancient Valyrian dragon kings.

"The apocalyptic catastrophe came suddenly, and countless dragon eggs are buried beneath the Fourteen Fire Peaks."

As Jaeheris gazed into the distance, a seed of hope sprouted in his heart.

If they were to loot this place, they could become rich overnight.

Unfortunately, the sea of ​​smoke is too dangerous.

Benedict and Renia had the same thoughts, and after their initial excitement came a wave of disappointment.

"In fact, every year a large number of adventurers enter the Sea of ​​Smoke, and there are always some lucky ones who emerge from it."

Renis shared some of what she had seen and heard.

The existence of the Dragon King's Ruins was also an accidental discovery by the adventurer Rhys who was walking out of the Sea of ​​Smoke.

The Elephant Party governor of Valantis only had time to locate the site and dig up the surface of the underground ruins before being defeated by the three siblings of the Little Brother and Sister.

They got off easy.

Jaeheris listened but didn't think about it; what he really wanted was to get home quickly and find the royal blacksmith to repair his Valyrian steel armor.

However, the image of that nest of petrified dragon eggs popped into my head.

One of the dragon eggs was broken.

As Jahelis prepared to leave, he turned back for one last look at the hazy, smoky sea of ​​smoke.

It resembled a ferocious beast baring its fangs and claws.

He gazed at the sea of ​​smoke, and the sea of ​​smoke gazed back at him.

"Let's go, Sunny!"

With a single command, there was no more lingering.

……

"Hiss!"

"..."

The first fire peak is located at the foot of a mountain with lush vegetation.

When Aemon and his party arrived, they stepped on the supple vines and stood under the mushroom-shaped tree that resembled a parasol, constantly fanning themselves.

Not far away is the gathering place of young dragons and sub-adult dragons.

Even from a distance, you can see the silhouettes of two or three rather large dragons.

"You dealt with that idiot Boros, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"

Viserys was slightly out of breath, holding a leather ice pack in his hands.

The reappearance of the Arm of Dorne blocked the flow of climate between the Fjord and the Summer Sea, causing the climate to shift to a tropical monsoon climate.

It is characterized by low rainfall and high temperatures for most of the year.

Aemon fanned himself and chuckled, "You should seriously consider my suggestion rather than Boros."

What?
Of course, we should try to make contact and further tame the dragon.

"..."

Viserys was at a loss for words and looked to Otto and Orville for help.

At his age, his health is terrible.

Sometimes it's really hard to tell if my nephew is just too eager to ascend the throne and wants to meet strangers sooner.

"Your Majesty, you know me well, and I do not recommend doing this."

Orville solemnly pledged his loyalty.

“From above,” Otto said calmly.

The king's ability to tame "Black Death" Bellerion was largely due to luck.

As longtime friends and subjects who had been with the king for over a decade, they did not believe that the king could be so lucky.

"look."

Viserys looked helplessly at his nephew.

"..."

The matter of taming the dragon was left unresolved, and the group returned to the newly established city-state.

Valhal!

Upon entering the city, low white walls separate the wilderness from the outside world, and bustling streets come one after another, where merchants and travelers from all over the world can be seen everywhere.

Viserys walked along the cobblestone streets, with neat rows of stone and wood houses on both sides, and local residents could be seen through the windows.

"It's a really bustling city."

This was Orville's first time here, and he was full of interest in the new environment.

"Hmm." Otto nodded indifferently, comparing it to the old town he remembered. The answer was: the scenery couldn't compare, but the merchants were as numerous as fish in a river.

Viserys looked around and couldn't help but sigh, "Blocking the vital passage between the Fjord and the Summer Sea, indeed, wealth is inexhaustible."

He liked it here, except for the heat.

The streets were clean, the houses were beautiful, and everything was new, exuding a vibrant and lively atmosphere.

On each street, you can also see one or two giant dragon statues cast from black stone.

Outside the city lies the First Fire Peak, home to the new generation of dragons from the family.

It's not much different from the Valyrian Freehold he had imagined.

Imon smiled slightly and led his uncle and the others on a sightseeing tour.

We haven't seen the entire "Bridge of Progress" built by Dragonstone yet.

That's a true world-class wonder.

In addition, Valhal encompasses both sides of the "Bridge of Progress," leading directly to Broken Arm Horn in Dorne, and further west lies Sunspear, the stronghold of House Martell.

If it weren't for the long journey, and also for safety reasons...

He could take his uncle to Sunspear City for a visit and to see his children's in-laws, Prince Coollen Martell.

It's worth mentioning that Imond and Alexandra are getting married soon.

Alexandra will turn 14 on her name day this June.

Once the name day has passed, one is considered an adult.

The two can officially get married.

Seven days later, after failing to persuade him, Imon had no choice but to begin his return journey.

"Ugh~~"

Viserys leaned against the railing of the royal ship, feeling seasick and gagging.

He was also very troubled.

Aemon kept urging him to tame the dragon, saying that young dragons were docile and safer.

But he knew his own limitations; the success rate wouldn't be high.

Even if you tame a young dragon, given its age and health issues, it won't become a good dragon rider.

Why not keep the baby dragon for your grandchildren?

Those well-behaved and clever children are the hope for the future of the family.

A raven flew in, its head bobbing.

"Your Highness, something has happened."

Orville examined the letter, his calm expression instantly turning serious.

Aemon frowned, but walked as if on flat ground on the swaying deck, and took the letter from the person in front of him.

The deck space was small, and Viserys and Otto were also drawn to it.

"This guy."

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

how to say.

A mix of anger, amusement, gritted teeth, and a touch of cunning triumph.

"What was written in the letter?"

Viserys covered his mouth with a handkerchief and asked with difficulty.

"nothing."

Aemon remained calm and then said, "It was Boros who rallied the vassals of Stormlands and rebelled!"

???

Viserys had just relaxed when he suddenly looked up.

……

The King's Landing.

An emergency meeting of the imperial court was convened.

"Lord Boros has rebelled? How could this be?"

"The Grand Secretary just replied not long ago that His Majesty and the Prince were invited to Windbreak Castle as guests. Shouldn't they have gotten along well?"

"..."

With the king absent, the ministers lost their leader and gathered together, chattering amongst themselves.

Renilla raised an eyebrow, clearly disapproving of the chaotic council.

She turned her head and gave Corliss, who had rushed back from Tidehead Island, a look.

"Ministers, silence!"

Corliss's face darkened, and his loud voice dominated the entire room.

Parliament fell silent instantly.

"Um...you go ahead."

Tailan, who had been talking the loudest, was now in the most awkward position, not daring to provoke the world's most powerful prime minister.

Kolis remained silent, glancing at Renilla diagonally across from him, his meaning clear enough.

Let's hear what the Crown Prince has to say first.

Renilla stood up: "My lords, Duke Boros has rebelled for unknown reasons, and the kingdom is in turmoil. I would like to hear your advice."

Let's go through the formalities first.

Lord Naval Secretary Barthimus was the most enthusiastic, jumping to his feet and exclaiming excitedly, "Boros Baratheon's open rebellion is the greatest provocation against the Iron Throne. I urge the princess to retaliate strongly!"

In short, just do it.

"Okay, please sit down."

Renilla was exasperated and waved her hand.

Do you need to say those things? I'm asking how to fight, how to fight and win, and how to fight beautifully.

Otto and Orville were absent, and the members of the Imperial Council were not all present.

Several ministers spoke in turn, but none of their remarks were entirely to their liking.

When it was Corliss's turn, he sat upright in his chair and calmly spoke: "It's too early to talk about these things now. We don't even know why Boros rebelled, so how can we make proper plans?"

Renilla frowned slightly, but couldn't find any fault in what the other person said.

"We cannot sit idly by and wait to die, no matter what."

boom!
The words had barely left his mouth when a commotion arose, and the doors to the conference hall were pushed open.

Everyone turned around at the same time.

With a cold expression, Imond pushed aside the two Kingsguard guards blocking his way and barged in.

The ministers were all taken aback.

"This is a royal council meeting. I don't recall calling you here?"

This is Renilla.

Imond glanced at her, then walked to the conference table and said, "Imond called me."

Something to say first.

If trouble breaks out in the Seven Kingdoms while his father and Aemon are away, he has the authority to act as he sees fit.

Having said that, he plopped down in his grandfather Otto's seat right in front of the royal council.

(End of this chapter)