Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 62: Lanar Vaghar
East coast, beaches.

Aemon walked out of Climax City and walked here slowly.

"Squeak."

The golden-nosed rat crawled out of the backpack and turned its head to look around.

Whenever I go to a new place, looking for treasures has become a habit.

Aemon patted it and held its furry body against his shoulder.

The little thing is very loyal and always stays at Dragon Mountain when the dragon is being trained.

His Royal Highness was very moved.

From now on, whenever he had a bite to eat, there would be some leftovers for Shushu.

"The Velaryon family is really wealthy."

Aemon looked around and saw many ships sailing back and forth.

This area is still a remote area. If it were Hull Town or Spice Town, the ships in the port would be as numerous as chess pieces on a chessboard.

"A roaring naval battle, all burned up."

Aemon shook his head secretly, his determination to be self-reliant becoming stronger.

If the "Dance of the Blood Dragon" cannot be stopped, even the most prosperous town will be in vain.

It's just a temporary glory.

Half an hour later.

Aemon walked up a steep slope and saw a familiar silver-haired figure in the distance.

"Lanar?"

What a coincidence, we met here.

Iamon became interested and decided to flirt with her.

Of course, just sharing the joy of taming a dragon.

She has a fiancé who is still alive.

At this time, Lannar was sitting on a sparse grass slope, enjoying the sea breeze alone.

The silver-gold wavy hair fluttered in front of her eyes with the wind, and her white fingertips gently tucked her hair behind her ears.

Because she was facing away, her graceful figure under the blue skirt was fully revealed, showing her natural beauty without reservation.

But no matter how beautiful the appearance is, it cannot hide the loneliness in the heart.

"What are you doing?"

Aemon climbed up the grassy slope, his big eyes full of curiosity.

Lanar looked back in surprise and asked in confusion: "Aemon, how did you find this place?"

"I was just walking around and happened to see you."

Of course, Yimeng did not admit his little thoughts. Seeing that the other party did not show any signs of crying alone, he asked another question: "You haven't answered me yet, what are you doing?"

Could it be that she knows how stupid her fiancé is and is hiding here to relax?

He guessed correctly.

Lanar rolled her eyes, patted the seat next to her, and said, "Sit with me for a while."

"no problem."

Aemon sat down obediently, his ears perked up.

There are not many opportunities to hear gossip from the person involved.

Lannar held her chin with one hand, revealing her white swan neck, and tilted her head to talk about her troubles in marriage.

The main reason is that the marriage partner is not good.

The political resources behind it plummeted and were not in the eyes of the sea snake Collis.

"Then what do you think?"

Aemon was in high spirits.

Lannar said nothing, but stared at him intently for a while, her beautiful eyes calm.

"what?"

Yimon was stunned when he saw this and moved to the side carefully.

After spending so much time with Allison and Rainier, I find it hard to get used to women who are too smart.

This woman doesn't look like a good person!
"Are you afraid?"

Lanar burst out laughing and couldn't help but say, "I can't kill him, right?"

Eamon: ...

That’s not necessarily true!

Lanar didn't know what he was thinking, so she smiled and said, "My father is smart, he will think about it for me."

Aemon nodded, somewhat impressed.

She was lucid; Velaryon had a good brain.

"Come with me, I'll show you the sights."

Since they were bored of sitting there, Lannar turned the conversation elsewhere.

Aemon has everything.

The two walked side by side.

There's no way, His Royal Highness is too short.

Lannar is tall and slender, wearing a light blue dress that makes her look dignified and elegant, and she walks lightly and gracefully.

Aemon followed beside him, his head only reaching the curve of his hips.

"How can these legs be so long?"

Comparing the body proportions, Imon was full of question marks.

Below the big bear are all legs, right?
I consciously moved to the side, fearing that I would be hit in the face by someone's butt if I wasn't careful.

Soon, they arrived at a remote open space.

"Baa baa~~"

From a distance, I saw a group of fat sheep. Boom——

A dark green giant crawled slowly, stretched out its neck and spewed out dragon flames, covering a dozen sheep.

The fat dried up quickly and turned into charcoal in an instant.

Then, enjoy the meal.

"It's Vhagar."

Aemon turned back in surprise.

Then I found myself facing my hips and raised my head silently.

Lanar smiled, stretched out her hand and pinched his cheek, saying, "It's eating, let's not get too close."

After saying that, he took the other person to a nearby place.

Yimon frowned, vaguely seeing through the bad woman's little thoughts.

One of the three major illusions in life.

Could it be that she has a crush on me?
Aemon's heart trembled, thinking it was very likely.

Who is Lannar?
The eldest daughter of "Uncrowned Queen" Rhaenys and the sea serpent Corliss, she has pure ancient Valyrian blood.

The rider of Vhagar, the largest and oldest dragon alive today.

With such background and abilities, he must have higher requirements for choosing a spouse.

How could a dragon rider like him fall in love with the son of the former Sea King of Braavos?

Otherwise, she could have gotten married after her name day, when she turned 16 last year.

According to the "Targaryen Law of Attraction", Lanar's choice of mate is...

Aemon bowed his head and held up four fingers.

Looking at the entire Targaryen family, there are only four men.

Uncle Viserys...cross it out.

Dad Damon is not yet a widower, so cross it out too.

In the end, only two-year-old Aegon and the dragon he had just trained were left.

Yimon felt like there was something stuck in his throat, and he was speechless: "There are too many wolves and too little meat."

You know, Rainiera didn't have any choice for Lady Wang.

There is also a hungry Helena below.

"Dear uncle, your favorite eldest daughter, Rhaenyra, is not competitive at all."

Aemon grumbled to himself.

Pure loser.

At this moment, Lannar brought a sheep from somewhere and coaxed it to Vhagar.

"Can I touch it?"

Aemon put aside all distractions and walked over enthusiastically.

After taming Wormithor, he gained an extra 900 essence points on the panel, making him rich overnight.

Don’t miss the opportunity to touch other dragons.

"no!"

Lanar shook her head and said seriously, "Vhagar is old and has a very bad temper."

Even when feeding, she was the only one allowed to get close.

Yimon stopped and listened to advice.

The older the dragon, the worse its temper.

This is basically an iron rule.

Just like Womissol, he didn't even give face to him as the driver.

Because they have lived too long and witnessed too many separations of life and death, their hearts have become shrouded in a cloud over time.

It will choose to sleep only before recognizing its master.

This can isolate you from external interference and also reduce your food intake during sleep.

Only after recognizing his master did he leave Longshan.

“Hiss—”

Vhagar's pupils turned, he glanced at the driver and let out a low roar like thunder.

In no time, he finished all the charred mutton.

Imon watched from a distance, his heart beating slightly faster.

Vhagar is 160 years old.

It is as big as a small mountain, and standing in the open space looks like a dark green forest rising from the ground.

According to Aemon's naked eye measurement.

Its body is at least over a hundred meters long, and may even reach an unimaginable one hundred and twenty meters.

Even Womisol is hard to compare with it.

but.

Aemon frowned slightly, noting the slack jawline and the sparse, pointed hairline at his temples.

It is difficult to hide the signs of aging under that huge body.

Upon closer inspection, he actually looked quite old.

"How much combat power can be exerted is a question to be estimated."

Aemon's eyes flickered, and he was alert as he fought the old dragon.

During the Dance of the Dragons, the 180-year-old Vhagar could replace the young and powerful Korakshiu.

Now he is 160 years old, and his strength hasn’t declined that seriously.

Invincible!

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(End of this chapter)