Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 38 Fishing to Lure the Dragon
Blackwater Bay.

The sailboat was moving very quickly and the outline of Dragonstone could be seen in the distance.

"Hey."

Imon stayed at the stern, sitting on a small stool, and swung the rod hard.

The fishhook fell into the water with a splash, and the fist-sized bait made its way into the nest like crazy.

“You won’t catch any fish this way.”

Lannar approached quietly, put her white wrists on the railing of the boat, and leaned forward to reveal her curvy and voluptuous figure.

Aemon glanced at him and said contemptuously, "It's a good trick to take the bait. Do you understand?"

Are you fishing for fish?
You are totally wrong. What you are fishing for is your state of mind.

Lanar tilted his head and gave instructions, "The boat is moving very fast, and the fish can't catch up with the hook even if they smell the bait."

Yimon raised his chin and said shamelessly: "My fish basket does not need waste."

"It makes sense."

Lannar nodded thoughtfully, found a fishing rod, and cast a cast while standing in place.

She’s more capitalist than Eamonn, and she doesn’t even lay out the bait.

Yimon saw it and sneered, "You don't even deserve the title of the Immortal of the Nest."

His bait was made of Ula grass, and the fish smelled it as if they were on drugs.

Why do you do that?

"Squeak."

The furry golden-nosed rat came out from the collar and stretched out its little paws to point at the silver-haired beauty.

It looks quite funny, like a fox taking advantage of the power of another.

Lannar rolled her eyes slightly, too lazy to pay attention to the man and the mouse.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The efficacy of Ula grass is strong, attracting a large number of fish to take the bait.

Eamon kept pulling in and swinging the club, busy as a whirlwind.

Lannar was surprised at first, then looked numbly at the Dragonstone Island that was getting closer and closer.

"Will you stay the night?"

Aemon asked suddenly.

Lanar was stunned for a moment: "What?"

Aemon reeled in his pole again and said as a matter of course, "Dragonstone! I can treat you to grilled fish."

It takes about a day by boat to travel from Junlin to the Throat.

Dragonstone is not far away and can be used as a transit station if there is no rush.

But Tidehead Island is adjacent to Dragonstone Island.

It is more convenient for Lannar to go home.

"can!"

Lanar agreed decisively, put away the fishing rod decadently, and said with a smile: "You treat me to grilled fish, and I will take you to visit Longshan."

Aemon's eyebrows furrowed.

I thought to myself that this guy has a really good mentality. He can still laugh even when the Air Force is in such a mess.

Lanar pointed to Dragonstone and introduced, "Two baby dragons were hatched in Dragonstone. One is shiny gold, and the other is cobalt blue like ink. You will definitely like it."

The Targaryens are all sex lovers, especially those who cannot resist handsome dragons.

I believe my little cousin is just as mad.

Aemon's eyes lit up, and he was indeed hit.

He really wanted a dragon.

As a second best option, you can touch the dragon and collect some magic essence.

During the conversation, the sailboat's route deviated.

Dragonstone was within easy reach.

"Hiss!!"

Suddenly, a shrill cry was heard.

Yimon was startled and quickly looked over to where the sound came from.

The east coast of Dragonstone, a rocky area not far from the beach.

A petite, light gray-white dragon shadow suddenly appeared.

Eamon watched closely.

A light gray-white dragon shadow dived into the sea, picked up a silver-scaled sea fish and flew out, then rushed into the thin clouds in a flash.

So far.

With its psychedelic light grayish white scales, it disappears among the clouds.

A natural master of concealment.

"Do you know this dragon?"

Aemon said in shock.

Lannar looked serious, pulled him towards the bow, and whispered: "That's a wild dragon, it's best not to provoke it."

The wild dragon has a strange temper and will hide whenever possible.

I don’t know when a wild dragon appeared on Dragonstone. It looks like it’s still in the baby dragon stage.

Yimon was dragged away by force. He came to his senses and said anxiously: "My fish, the fish is confiscated!"

"I'll find someone to collect it later."

Lannar didn't say anything and let the fish in the basket jump onto the deck.

This is definitely not just a small revenge for not being able to catch any fish!

……

At noon, the sailboat resumed its course, getting farther and farther away from Dragonstone.

Aemon was lying on the railing of the boat, his fair face showing sad despair.

"My dragon didn't land on the island!"

He is ready.

Why not let him land on the island and start a grand dragon training.

Lannar was wearing a blue dress, leaning against the railing with her hips raised, watching the joke from close by.

Aemon held out a hand, trying to salvage the lost opportunity.

We were originally planning to go to the island to rest, but my mother, Lady Rhea, suddenly gave the order that we must leave Blackwater Bay today.

"Mom, why?"

Aemon's face fell, as if he had lost all his strength and means.

Madam Leia's face was as cold as frost, and she said coldly: "Your father is back, and he regards his niece's fief as his own."

The implication is that meeting someone is too dirty.

Yimon was stunned when he heard this, and asked in surprise: "Isn't he fighting?"

"Won."

Madam Leia said coldly: "Miss Lannar received the letter, and your father was desperate. He broke into the Stone Steps Islands alone to lure the enemy deep into the depths, and killed the crab feeder in a one-on-one duel."

Aemon blinked and looked at Lanaar beside him.

Lannar nodded slightly to indicate that it was correct.

"Seven Hells!"

Yimon slapped his forehead, not knowing whether he was sad or happy.

It was a good thing that Dad Damon returned victoriously.

But due to the relationship between husband and wife, and father and son, it is really difficult to comment.

"Besides, uncle just sent out reinforcements."

Aemon felt helpless.

Alicent told him that Uncle Viserys had a change of heart and sent troops to support his isolated and helpless brother.

I wanted to be a hero and restore the brotherhood.

But everyone forgot one thing.

Daemon is known as the "Prince of Rangers", a symbol of cunning and bravery.

This kind of ruthless person, who is full of epic colors and can write his own book and biography, cannot be judged by common sense.

Lady Rhea crossed her arms over her chest and demanded, "Will you come with me, or stay on Dragonstone?"

Eamon shook his head. "I'm with you."

"Very well, then be quiet and shut up."

Lady Rhea seemed to be stressed out. She became irritated and spoke in a sarcastic tone when she mentioned Damon.

Aemon was helpless.

If you stay on Dragonstone, you will most likely meet your father Daemon who has returned victoriously.

But the father and son have no feelings for each other, so there is no need for them to meet.

Wuwuwu——

Suddenly, a horn sounded from the watchtower.

Lanar felt something in her heart and said goodbye in advance: "The Chaotou Island is ahead, I want to get off the boat."

"I'm going to miss you."

Aemon was very perfunctory.

Lanar was amused and angry. He bent down and pulled them to the same parallel line. He pinched Aemon's fat face with his fingers and said, "I promised Rhaenyra to take care of you. I will ride Vhagar and send you off for the last time."

Imon had a unique perspective. He was stunned as he looked at the huge bear that was about to appear.

Compared to her, Renee Larson exploded.

"Bye, I'll invite you to Chaotou Island next time."

Lannar seemed to be addicted to pinching. She rubbed it with her white fingertips for a while, and then let go reluctantly.

Until the other person turns and leaves.

Yimon slowly came back to his senses and said angrily, "You are so presumptuous, you are really presumptuous."

You can pinch my face as you like, just because you are so big you are right!

We didn't go to Dragonstone, and our companions also left.

Imon was inevitably discouraged and returned to the stern of the boat to continue fishing.

Targaryen men refuse the temptation of beauty.

Fishing is the truth.

Then, the fish basket at the stern was empty.

Imon was simply dumbfounded.

The fish basket fell to the ground, and not a single fish was left.

"Where are my fish? Where are my baskets of fish!?"

Eamon collapsed and wailed, someone actually stole the child's fish.

Look carefully for clues.

The fish basket was knocked over, and the wet deck had traces of burnt fire, with half a fish bone still remaining.

Aemon squatted down and picked up the miserable half of the fish bone.

Then, he tilted his head and looked towards the clouds in the sky.

"Fish thief!"

(End of this chapter)