Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 40 "Black Swan" and Dragon Bone Bow

Aemon smiled slightly and slowly walked back to the group.

Again.

At the critical moment, be alert and don't lose face!
Brave people enjoy everything first. Courage needs no words.

"Mom, there are probably slaves on the ship."

Aemon warned.

Mrs. Rhea was still immersed in shock and stared at her silly son for a while, as if she met him for the first time.

"Prince, you are simply a warrior reincarnated."

Sir Steve was so excited that he could not think of any other words to praise such a shocking act.

Can we only say that he is worthy of Damon's bloodline?
Or maybe it is just as the rumors say.

With every Targaryen born, the gods flip a coin to determine whether he is mad or great.

"Shh!"

Aemon put a finger to his lips and said calmly, "Praise the dragon, ser."

He is no longer a child.

His Royal Highness needs a dragon and a fief, and then build a strong town to make it a rich place.

Words of praise are outdated and are not as good as actual benefits.

Sir Steve suppressed his excitement, nodded vigorously, and stayed by the prince's side without leaving.

At this time, Lady Rhea came back to her senses.

The sea was filled with dead bodies, so the sailors were ordered to salvage the sunken ship.

Half an hour passed.

A group of young and strong men in coarse linen clothes were rescued onto the ship. They had tattoos on their faces and necks and were huddled at the bow with timid expressions.

There were probably hundreds of them, all slaves who were originally craftsmen.

There are all kinds of craftsmen, and you can tell them apart by looking at the tattoos on their bodies.

Among them, there was a young girl with torn dress, who looked like the daughter of a noble lord.

Aemon looked it over, secretly pondering how rare the craftsman was.

As for the beautiful girl with long black hair...

Feel sorry!

Targaryen men are only interested in silver-haired women riding dragons.

"My prince, look what this is."

Sir Steve pried open a box, revealing a pitch-black bone bow.

The bone bow is not a longbow, but a highly skilled recurve bow.

The entire body is as black as ink, with sharp horns at both ends, and the bowstring is the sinew of some powerful creature.

"Dragon bone bow!"

Aemon recognized it at a glance and took the pitch-black bone bow that was as tall as his.

It feels heavy to the touch, but not cold at all, but rather thick and warm.

The panel prompt sound sounds at the appropriate time.

"Discover an item containing a thin layer of magic, gain +1 magical essence."

Aemon was stunned when he heard the voice, but he also had an unexpected gain.

On second thought, it's normal for some magic to remain in the dragon bones, and it's even more precious if made into weapons.

It is no lower than bronze armor.

Sir Steve said happily: "This batch of slaves is the goods sold to Pentos, and this dragon bone bow is a treasure."

"Thanks, ser."

Aemon smiled and held the heavy dragonbone bow.

As the name suggests, the bow is made of dragon bones.

On the continent of Essos across the strait sea, dragon bones and dragon horns are precious items and are always auctioned for high prices.

King's Landing also has it, but lacks the technology to polish dragon bones and make tools.

The dragon bone bow in his hand was solid in texture and had perfectly polished details. It was probably the work of a top Kohor craftsman.

Compared with it, the small wooden bow was destroyed in seconds without leaving any trace.

"Aemon, come here."

Madam Leia frowned and pointed at the slave craftsmen: "Tell them that they will be released in Seagull Town and have to fend for themselves."

These were foreigners, and they spoke Valyrian.

Aemon obeyed the orders and acted as interpreter.

After a moment's silence, he offered, "Mom, let's keep them."

"Rune City doesn't need so many craftsmen."

Madam Leia looked around and didn't want to support so many people in vain.

Yimon looked up and said seriously: "Leave it to me, it will always be useful."

There are more than a hundred craftsmen, and it would take a long time to find them in King's Landing.

The valley is relatively backward, and it is a time when people are needed.

Mrs. Rhea stared into her son's eyes, thought for a moment, and agreed: "They belong to you, and you pay for their food and drink."

"No problem." Aemon smiled.

Lady Rhea waved her hand, signaling the sailors to take the craftsman slaves away.

Then he called over the fifty knights from the valley who were accompanying him.

Aemon's eyes were clear, for some reason.

Madam Leia rubbed his head, showing a rare look of satisfaction, and said, "In view of your performance, these fifty valley knights will be under your command in the future and will serve you wholeheartedly."

"Really?"

Aemon was incredulous.

A total of fifty Valley Knights were a force that could not be underestimated.

Madam Leia affirmed, "In our family, every spit is a nail."

Give it as soon as you say it to build up momentum for your son.

The blood cousins ​​in Runestone City are numerous and many are bound to oppose Targaryen as the heir, so the foundation needs to be laid in advance.

Yimon was surprised and delighted, thinking that today was a really good day.

It doesn’t matter whether Dad Damon comes back or not.

Dragon bone bows, artisan slaves, and valley knights directly meet the needs of expanding fiefdoms, and can form a small team.

"You go down first."

Lady Rhea gave Gunthor a look, indicating that he should take his son to familiarize himself with the army.

The knights of the valley had no objection to swearing allegiance to a young prince, but were very much looking forward to it.

The scene of the prince shooting the pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom is still vivid in my mind.

An eight-year-old child is like a warrior reincarnated.

The sailboat continued to sail.

Madam Leia called the only girl dressed as an aristocrat and asked about her origins: "What's your name?"

The impoverished girl expressed her relief at having survived the disaster, and confessed truthfully: "My name is Johanna Sven, and Lord Sven of Stonehelm is my uncle."

"Your uncle is a count, why didn't he save you?"

Lady Rhea had a strange expression on her face.

Johanna lowered her head and bit her lower lip: "My uncle refused to pay the ransom..."

The rest is hard to talk about.

Since her uncle was reluctant to spend the money, she would be sold to brothels in various free trade cities.

"Haha, Earl Sven is really a man who would rather die than surrender."

Madam Leia laughed sarcastically and asked, "I have heard of you. Do you want me to send someone to send you back?"

Johanna lowered her head even lower, obviously dissatisfied with her cold-blooded uncle and not wanting to go back and be looked down upon.

"Then stay in Runestone City and be my female companion."

Mrs. Rhea knew her difficulties and kindly took her in so that she would not be homeless.

"Thank you, ma'am."

Johanna fell to her knees, shedding tears of excitement.

Aemon watched the whole thing, looked at Johanna curiously, and then returned to the stern.

Johanna, the "Black Swan", is Rees' famous socialite and half the person in power behind the scenes.

Life is full of ups and downs, but it is also inspiring enough.

I had heard of the Royal Forest Hunt, but I didn't expect to be rescued by my own family unexpectedly.

Then she wouldn't have to be sold to a brothel and suffer.

Take good care of it so you can use it in the future.

The sun is gradually setting.

Facing the glow of the setting sun, the sea surface is painted with a soft red glow.

"what!!"

Aemon, standing at the stern, let out a scream.

The fish basket was overturned again, and the full basket of fish was gone.

Apart from the charred marks, all that was left was a dead fish covered in sticky saliva.

It seems that the "fish thief" ate too much and regurgitated it.

"How dare you! I will definitely catch you!"

Imon's eyes were blazing with fire. He sat down on the small stool and started throwing the hook like crazy.

Don’t you like eating fish?

Then go fishing!
If you have the guts, I'll fish all the way and you can steal the food along the way.

You'll die of starvation, you fish thief.

"Don't let me catch you, or you'll be in big trouble."

Aemon thought bitterly.

　Dragons are not tools, but highly intelligent creatures with flesh and blood.

　　Every dragon is cute.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)