Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 41: The Shock of Rune City
Time flies, half a month later.

Valley, Runestone City.

Early in the morning, the sun had just risen and the sunlight hit the curtains.

Prince's bedroom.

Aemon opened his eyes blearily and yawned violently.

"Good morning, everyone."

His Royal Highness, with sleepy eyes, greeted randomly.

The so-called bedroom is actually a small room of small size.

I went to bed late last night, still thinking about the "fish thief".

After three days of sailing at sea, all the big fish caught were stolen and became a buffet for the "fish thieves".

Things came to an end when we landed in Seagull Town.

His Royal Highness was very angry because he didn't catch it.

However, according to rumors from the fishermen in Seagull Town, someone saw a light gray-white dragon shadow in the early morning sea fog.

Usually catch fish to eat.

When he sees people, he becomes timid and hides away, as if he is shy.

"Don't stay in the valley. It's safer to go back to Dragonstone."

Aemon whispered softly, feeling relatively confident about the little wild dragon who had maxed out his dodge points.

Then, look for the people you want to greet.

Four dragon eggs on the bed, a dragon bone bow hanging on the head of the bed, and...

On the wall, there are six rusty bronze armors.

The bronze armor only has a chest plate with runes engraved on it, revealing a sense of vicissitudes.

"Xiaobai, come out and work."

Aemon dressed and called to the rat, who had crawled under the bed.

"Squeak."

The golden-nosed rat was lively and active. He quickly climbed onto the bed and stuffed the three dragon eggs into the space bag in his mouth for safekeeping.

"So good, Xiaobai."

Aemon nodded with satisfaction and was generous with his praise.

Having space is useful and can store a lot of things.

As for the names, they are all codes, it's okay as long as you can understand them.

Rat wouldn't blame him.

When I get up in the morning, I habitually call up the [Magic Essence Panel]

【Aemon Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragon King of Old Valyria (23%)

Skills: Horsemanship (skilled), Archery (proficient), Sleight of Hand (skilled)...

Magic Cards: Solid as a Rock +1 (Blue), King's Temperament (Purple)
Pets: Golden-nosed Rat (blue), White Deer (auspicious animal)

Comment: "Healthy development of human cub, weight gradually returning to normal."

Aemon looked through it and turned the card panel around.

There are three cards, one white and two green, all of which are of low value.

ignore.

His eyes fell on the golden hourglass: [Essence quantity: 149]

"It's great. It's a relief to have money in my pocket."

Aemon was very satisfied.

Over the past half month, the number of essences has been growing steadily.

Many of the items that produce magic essence have been explored at an interval.

The four dragon eggs are large producers, producing 12 points of essence in three days, and a total of 60 points of essence including the days in King's Landing.

White Deer ranks second, producing 10 Essence every seven days.

Not much, but stable.

Other weapons such as dragon bone bows and bronze armor can only be produced once every half a month, and each time only gives a pitiful 1 to 3 points of essence.

Of the six bronze suits of armor hanging in Aemon's room, four were taken out from the tombs, and two were antiques from William and Gunthor's homes.

All in all, including the three newly found clumps of Ula grass, the total amount of essence is 149 points.

Yimeng: "I was afraid of being poor. I didn't dare to spend anything."

"Squeak."

The golden-nosed rat has a simple mind and does not understand why its owner is happy. It just follows his happiness and rubs its head against the palm of its owner's hand.

"Come on, let's go."

Aemon lifted the golden-nosed rat in his hands and gently placed it on his shoulder.

Immediately, he pushed the door open and walked out.

……

In the hall.

Johanna, wearing a maid outfit, lowered her head and stood respectfully beside the dining table.

Yimon had a good appetite and ate up all his breakfast.

"Prince, you should go out and exercise."

Johanna reminded quietly.

Aemon was stunned when he heard this, chewing his food.

What do you mean?
Mom sent you to supervise me eating.

Johanna remained silent, and went from being surprised to being numb at His Royal Highness's unrivaled appetite.

I've never seen a child who can eat so well.

"I've lost weight, really."

Aemon wiped his mouth and stretched out his hand to pinch his slightly bulging belly. Ever since returning from King's Landing, he has been training hard with Ser Steve.

Horsemanship, archery, swordsmanship...

The fair and cute face doesn't look thin, but the arms and legs are full of strength and can already pull the dragon bone bow open by one third.

It’s not a free meal.

Johanna cleared the table and reminded, "Madam told you to take a walk after dinner, every day!"

The last two words were deliberately emphasized.

Yimon suddenly realized it and understood it immediately.

Half a month ago.

Land at the Seagull Town Port and ride the white deer all the way back to Runestone City.

His ostentatious way of traveling, coupled with his princely title and designated heir status, has become a household legend in the valley.

The name of Prince Aemon was completely known.

But all living beings are different and have different ideas.

For example, some of the Royce people in Runestone City are willing to pledge allegiance, while some diehards are indifferent.

But it doesn't matter, time will tell.

He is the heir of Fushi City, and no one can change that.

His mother asked him to take a walk every day so that the Royce people would get to know him and accept him more quickly.

After all, I didn’t go out often before and had little contact.

"Okay, I'll leave first."

Yimon said "thank you for your hard work" and got up to go out.

Johanna was wearing a maid outfit, but her identity was her mother's companion, and her status was equivalent to that of a lord's attendant or wine waiter.

Those are respectable jobs that only noble ladies can do.

There were many female companions around Rainier, and she was gilded by the status of a princess's companion.

worth to respect.

……

As soon as Aemon went out.

"YoYo."

A large deer antler passed through his crotch, and his body slid back smoothly along the silky white hair and landed steadily on the deer's back.

Aemon sat on the matching saddle, touched the silky white fur, and chuckled, "You're so anxious. You scared me."

"YoYo."

The white deer was docile by nature. It stood up with its majestic body and carried His Royal Highness the Prince out.

Eamon: "Reward!"

The golden-nosed rat's whiskers trembled as it took out a handful of Ula grass from its mouth and climbed onto the deer's head to feed it.

The two Bais, one big and one small, have become familiar with each other for a long time.

The white deer opened its mouth and accepted everything that came.

Aemon staggered, his mood improved, and he appreciated the beauty of Rune City with a perspective he had never had before.

Looking across the valley, Fushishi City is definitely one of the best castles.

It covers a large area and the city walls are tall and thick.

The castle tower where people live is like a huge chimney, standing tall and majestic.

The areas are strictly divided and everyone has their own responsibilities.

It was early in the morning and many people were competing in the castle's front yard. Various craftsmen and servants were working hard, and there was a sense of warmth amid the noise.

"If you want to inherit this place, it's really a long way to go."

Aemon shook his head and sighed.

Besides, his mother is still alive, so he can't inherit.

Ding dong! Ding dong!
The white deer moved gracefully and walked to a simple blacksmith shop.

"Prince, you are here."

Sir Steve was in the shop and greeted us cordially.

"Is my sword forged?"

Aemon asked.

The white deer was very smart and lay down consciously to allow its owner to slide off its back.

This scene was seen by many people.

Whether it was the Royce family or their vassals and knights, they were all jealous.

The auspicious white deer is combined with the title of prince.

It was a critical hit.

Sir Steve waved his hand and smiled, "Okay, take a look."

An old blacksmith with white hair and beard walked out of the blacksmith shop.

The old blacksmith was a slave craftsman rescued from the ship, and he brought with him five young apprentices.

"Great Dragon King, this is your sword."

The old blacksmith had a solemn expression on his face as he knelt before the young prince, holding up a two-foot short sword in his hands like a pilgrim.

The words spoken were also in Valyrian.

"Stand up, don't kneel."

Aemon frowned and reprimanded in High Valyrian: "There are no slaves under Targaryen rule!"

The old blacksmith trembled all over and quickly got up.

The Valyrian language is also divided into different levels.

As a family of dragon kings, the Targaryens systematically learned the high-level accents of the upper-class noble lords.

The common people speak a variety of languages, and their instinct is to worship and revere them.

(End of this chapter)