Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 47 Valyrian Steel Dagger

"Discover a powerful creature with special magic and gain a share of the scorching fire magic."

The panel system sounded.

Aemon only felt his palms getting warm, and a ray of red light floated out from the red scales, swaying and drilling into his chest.

A warm current surged through my body, and my strength increased slightly.

Subconsciously call up the panel.

Aemon Targaryen

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragon King of Old Valyria (28%)

Skills: Horsemanship (proficient), Archery (great), Sniper (skilled)...

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

Comment: "Healthy and developing human cub, with physical fitness far exceeding that of its peers."

Yimon took a look and his blood was purified by another 5%.

Flip the card panel.

There are three cards, one grey, one white and one green, all of which are useless little things.

Next to the golden hourglass: [Essence quantity: 462]

After two months, I had accumulated a large amount of magic essence.

During this period, exchanging a [Constitution +1] card will deduct 10 points of essence, and exchanging a [Archery Expertise] card will deduct 80 points of magic essence.

The rest are displayed on the panel.

The benefits are huge. Three times of [Constitution +1] will grant a strong physique, and [Archery Expertise] will instill the experience of an archer, greatly accelerating archery training.

"Hiss!"

Korak shook his dragon head and glanced at the human cub with his vertical pupils. He felt an inexplicable fondness for it.

Yimon chuckled: "It doesn't seem to reject me."

"Because you are my son."

Damon said confidently.

Aemon blinked, thinking that his name was related to Korakshu.

Damon saw through his thoughts and said nostalgically, "Its previous owner was called Aemon."

Aemon nodded silently.

I couldn't help but think, since you've been so nice to me, I won't think about inheriting your dragon.

After a while.

Damon glanced at the sky and said thoughtfully, "Boy, I should give you a parting gift."

Yimon asked in surprise: "Are you leaving?"

"if not?"

Damon sneered and asked, "Do you think I should sleep in the sheepfold or the stable tonight if I stay in Runestone City?"

Damn bronze bitch!
Eamon: ...

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

In his previous life, he was not an orphan but was worse than an orphan. He studied hard in boarding school since childhood and had almost no family interaction.

It’s pretty much the same in this life.

Being suddenly exposed to family conflicts will indeed touch upon your blind spots in knowledge.

"I fought in the Stone Steps Archipelago, beheaded the fool who fed the crabs, and found a lot of gold, silver and jewelry in the cave."

Damon was talking to himself, and it was obvious that he had gained a lot.

Then, he pulled out a short dagger with ripple patterns from his boots and from his waist.

"This is?"

Aemon's eyes lit up.

Daemon looked down at his son and narrated, "Two Valyrian steel daggers, from the collection of a wealthy merchant in Volantis."

You don't have to guess, it was obtained by looting the pirate treasures of the Three Women's Kingdom.

Daemon twirled the dagger with both hands and smacked his lips. “It’s too short for me. I wanted to sell it to Pentos for a fortune, but I’d rather leave it to you for fun.”

After saying that, he handed out two daggers.

Aemon took it with both hands with a serious expression.

"Discover a magical item, gain +5 magic essence..."

The panel prompt sound will sound twice, and a total of 10 magic essence points will be obtained.

Aemon didn't care about this, his eyes were fixed on the two daggers.

They are all very short, with a length of 23 cm.

It was made entirely of Valyrian steel, even the handle and hilt were made of the same, and the handle was wrapped with special hemp rope to prevent slipping.

The dagger was covered with ripples that looked like slight ripples in the sunlight.

Each shape has its own characteristics.

A sword as straight as a needle, holding it in the hand feels like a sharp dragon tooth.

A sharp and flexible claw with a curved tip, like a dragon's.

"How's it going? Do you like it?"

Daemon looked down at his son's expression and spoke again in High Valyrian: "Now, you and I both have a part of our ancestors."

Aemon glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw his hand on the sword at his waist.

The hilt is slender, and the hilt looks like a pair of dragon wings. The family sword of the Targaryen family, the "Dark Sister".

Aemon looked away, holding the dagger in his left and right hands, one in front and one in back, and answered in the same language: "Yes, it is very convenient."

He was not stupid enough to believe in the so-called selling it too short to make money.

Daemon, the old man, was a proud man, with a strong sense of the Old Valyrian blood running through his veins.

simply put.

It means looking down upon everyone except Targaryen equally.

This can be seen from the fact that he took the initiative to guide Aemon to communicate with High Valyrian.

Seeing his son's good performance, Damon nodded with satisfaction: "It's yours."

Aemon smiled and suggested, "I want to give them names."

Unconsciously, the relationship between father and son became much closer.

Maybe this is the power of money.

Damon said indifferently: "It's up to you."

Upon hearing this, Aemon carefully examined the two small daggers, and the more he looked at them, the more satisfied he became.

He was not old enough to wield a sword, and he could never learn to hold it with two hands.

On the contrary, the two daggers are easy to use and carry.

He held a handle in each hand and used it as easily as his own arm.

"Just call it Dragon Tooth and Dragon Claw."

Yimon used his imagination to come up with two simple and crude names, and said happily: "One is sharp as a tooth, and the other is curved like a toe."

Daemon smiled, turned around and climbed onto the dragon's back.

Yimon took two steps back, feeling reluctant.

"We'll see each other soon."

Damon said something meaningful.

"Hiss!"

Korak stretched out his neck, let out a sharp hiss that echoed, and his snake-like body flew vertically into the air.

Fly high into the sky and disappear into the clouds.

Aemon was unable to open his eyes because of the wind, and he was thinking about the other person's words in his mind.

Where to meet?
The other party was sure that he was doing well in the valley and there was no way he would come back.

Then there is only King's Landing and Dragonstone.

"Forget it, there's no point in thinking too much."

Aemon put away the two small daggers and felt warm in his heart.

The father and son have a good understanding.

He did not ask the other party about his self-proclaimed King of the Gorge Sea in the Stone Steps Islands, nor did the other party point fingers at his current situation.

He even felt that the other party agreed with his independent ideas.

"strange."

Aemon muttered and returned to Runestone City.

……

That night.

Aemon had a long-lost dream.

The sky was gloomy, the air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur, and hot air currents blew through from time to time.

A towering active volcano.

The mountain is covered with withered green vegetation and thick smoke is billowing from the crater.

Looking up, there was no human habitation within a radius of ten miles.

Imon's brain froze for a moment and he felt panicky.

It took me a while to realize that the surroundings looked familiar.