Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 5 Making Big Money
The next day, the sun was shining brightly.

On the east coast outside Fushi City, the grass is green and endless.

"Baa baa~~"

A group of goats were shaking their plump buttocks and chewing on the grass.

Looking down from a high place, it looks like a bag of cotton candy dropped on the ground and got dirty.

"Don't lick me, go make some trouble somewhere else."

Aemon, who had changed his clothes, had a tense face and drove away a few curious goats that came close to him.

The two short legs stood in a horse stance, and the palms of the hands clenched a bunch of dark green grass leaves and pulled them hard.

In order to get a good night's sleep and grow taller, he got up very early.

"I say, why do we have to pull these grasses?"

A head popped out from another group of goats, and William complained reluctantly.

He reached out and pushed away the goat that was delaying his work, and shook off a bunch of Ula grass with roots and soil still attached.

Yimeng gathered his strength, gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice: "You don't understand!"

Pfft!

The Ula grass was pulled out by the roots, and he fell out due to the recoil.

Iemon sat down on the ground, rolled twice and got up again, his face red with exhaustion.

"Huhu, finally done."

Clean the soil from the roots, straighten the grass leaves and put them in the backpack aside.

In order to harvest Ula grass and magic essence, Imon is fully prepared.

He put his little hands on the backpack that was almost as tall as his body.

A layer of Ula grass was simply laid inside, and black dragon eggs were placed randomly.

Yimon took a few breaths, then took out a water bag from the backpack slung across his waist and took a few gulps of water with his head tilted back.

The backpack is made of green cloth, and a white tower with burning flames is embroidered on it when the cloth is opened.

Carrying it on his back, it looks delicate and close-fitting.

"Alive, keep working."

Aemon was in a good mood. He put the water bag back into his backpack and patted it.

This was a parting gift given to him by a good friend, and he usually was reluctant to use it.

William strode forward, exhausted and dazed: "You are a prince, you don't have to do these dirty and tiring jobs."

Whatever you want, your servants will get it for you.

Aemon's eyes sparkled as he pointed at the guards who were scattered far away searching for the target and said reasonably, "They are all working hard. If I help, it will be faster."

Ula grass is a good treasure for making a fortune, so just a few guards are not enough.

He can't sit still!
Yimon felt that he was right and was full of energy.

In just one morning, we gained a lot.

Find a total of five clumps of Ula grass and gain +5 Magic Essence.

[Magic Essence Panel] Open and new items will be added to the redemption page.

1. [+5 Essence]: After redemption, gain 5 points of magic essence.

The first gray card, replacing the vacancy exchanged yesterday, is priced at 10 points of magic essence.

2. [Constitution +1]: Safe and harmless way to strengthen your body.

The color is white and the price is the same, 10 points of magic essence.

3. [Speedy Straw Sandals]: After putting them on, you will be faster than a horse.

Dazzling green color, priced at 50 points of magic essence.

Aemon looked at them one by one and looked down upon the first grey card.

This is a blatant scam. It doesn't make sense to spend twice the money to get half the original price.

Aren’t you afraid of being locked up in a small dark room?
From the panel, new things are also revealed.

The contents of the three cards opened are not always the same.

It will be randomly replaced with a new one at dawn every day.

The quality can be good or bad, and the prices can be high or low.

Ignoring William's lecturing, Aemon poked his hand and touched the second white card.

Bo~~
The card shattered into foam and turned into a bright white light that penetrated into his body.

I closed my eyes with full anticipation, and felt my whole body lighten. The numbness in my arms disappeared, replaced by a sense of strength.

After a few jumps, his short legs, which were only one foot high, could jump one and a half feet.

Yimon couldn't help but be happy, secretly complaining: "My body has become stronger, this wave is worth it."

I originally wanted to try out the effect of Constitution +1 and make some contribution to my weeding mission.

I didn't expect the improvement to be so significant. "If I refresh my physical fitness card every day, won't I become a superman?" Yimon's mind was full of fantasy.

In the world of ice and fire, personal bravery is always an important factor in evaluating a person.

The number of skilled fighters today can be counted on one hand.

If we give him ten years to grow up, wouldn't that be...

"I don't eat beef!" Imon suddenly blurted out.

"What, you want to eat beef for lunch?"

William was interrupted and almost dropped his jaw.

In the low-productivity continent of Westeros, large livestock like cattle are also valuable.

Unless they died accidentally or from old age, ordinary nobles would not be able to eat a single bite.

Yimeng suddenly sobered up and raised his chin arrogantly: "No, don't your ears work well?"

Don't think he doesn't know, the other party must want to eat it.

And he wants to use him as a cover.

Humph, that's not possible!

Take a break and get back to work.

Aemon is full of energy and vows to save more magic essence to exchange for an indestructible body.

William could only follow, bending down and searching hard for the scarce dark green leaves in the sea of ​​grass.

I worked for a long time and was so busy that I was dizzy, but I still couldn't find a single clump.

Holding his waist, he stood up and grinned, "Prince, why doesn't he have to work with us?"

The finger pointed secretly to a high slope not far away.

Aemon looked in the direction of the finger, and a two-meter-tall burly man with messy black hair came into his sight.

Gunthor, wearing a suit of bronze armor, sat on the ground with his horse and golden sword, leisurely gazing at the scenery.

As if he noticed the little dragon's gaze, he took out a two-handed giant sword from his back.

That was his sword, his size didn't allow him to use a half-handed sword or a one-handed sword.

It was like holding a toothpick.

As Aemon looked on, he began to act with an expressionless face.

He took out a lemon from his pocket and took a bite. The sour taste hit his taste buds, making his already rough face even more hideous.

He stretched his neck to swallow the pulp, dipped the open bag with the remaining half of the lemon, and wiped the giant sword methodically.

The sharp-eyed little dragon boy saw clearly that the lemon was dipped in white salt.

This is a way to maintain the sword, and it costs more than applying grease.

Because salt is expensive.

"Is he very powerful?" Imon was stunned.

If you have arms big enough to run horses, you must be very powerful in fighting.

One punch and one shorty.

"Of course, Gunthor is the coach of Runestone City."

William curled his lips in jealousy and urged, "He should work too, he will definitely be able to get one right."

"You go call him?" Aemon said lightly, directly exposing the evil plan.

"Forget it."

William smiled bitterly and said, "How dare he?"

If you mess with Gunthor, he will be beaten like a windmill with his small body.

The two continued to look for Ula grass, rummaging around in the grass.

People don't go to the mountains, but the mountains come to people.

Gunthor wiped the giant sword, stood up and walked down the slope, even avoiding the goats that blocked his way.

William was almost scared to death and was sweating profusely.

"busy?"

Aemon stepped forward with his short legs and stood in front of his younger brother with his hands on his hips.

Yes, cousin is actually younger brother.

Even if it is Gunthor, he must face it head-on without hesitation.

"I'm here to supervise you." Unexpectedly, the other party was not here to cause trouble at all.

Gunthor lowered his head, staring at the little ghost who was not even as tall as his knees, and said in a deep voice: "By the way, Lady Rhea asked me to remind you not to roll around in the grass all the time, and to prepare more royal etiquette."

"The next hunt will be held in the Royal Forest at the King's call."

　During the new book period, the standard is 4,000 words per day.

　　Friends, please forgive me~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)