Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 8 Guard Squad

The ship is sailing on the sea and time is flowing.

In the luxurious cabin, Aemon lay on his back, lying on the soft big bed.

His eyes were dull, like a broken kid.

He regretted it.

The sea was not as beautiful as I had imagined. The shaking caused by the waves made people dizzy.

"There is no One Piece." Imon grabbed a small blanket and said in despair: "Sea, you conquered me."

There is absolutely no enthusiasm for going out to sea in the morning.

If this continues, he will vomit and faint.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the hatch, then it was gently pushed open.

An old nun in a black and white dress came in with a lantern and a basket full of needlework and fabrics in her other hand.

"Martha, you're finally here."

Aemon, who had been waiting anxiously, was instantly resurrected on the spot, and a young dragon rolled off the bed.

Old Martha put away the oil lamp, with a helpless and doting look on her face: "Don't worry, fortunately I prepared needles and thread before boarding the ship."

"Come on, I need a good night's sleep."

Yimon, barefoot, took out a backpack full of Ula grass from the bedside with a bang.

I don’t know why, but Ula grass contains a hint of magic.

But if you want to use it, you also need to process it carefully.

The old nun has excellent sewing skills and can weave soft and delicate Ula grass into mats.

"The grass is too soft and fine to be woven alone."

Under the little prince's burning gaze, old Martha shook her head and continued to weave the grass leaves patiently.

She took out a piece of blue cloth from the basket as a base and fixed the woven mat with needle and thread.

Aemon squatted beside the old man's legs. He no longer had the resistance to the Ceremony of the Seven Gods as before. He blinked his eyes and studied hard.

When you are out, it is always good to have many skills.

Unfortunately, after looking at it for a while, my eyelids started to droop.

Old Martha was clever and softly suggested, "Prince, it's still light outside. Go out and play for a while before going to bed at night."

Children love to play, and now they have to sit there with their eyes wide open at night.

Yimeng also knew this, rubbing his eyes and agreeing: "Okay, you should also be careful and don't prick your hand."

He yawned loudly, turned and walked out of the cabin.

The old nun was his governess. Not only did she teach him the faith of the Seven Gods, but she also took care of his food, clothing and other matters.

Although she was very strict when forcing him to recite the Ceremony of the Seven Gods, she was very gentle in their daily interactions.

She's a very nice old lady.

Old Martha smiled when she heard the instructions and began to weave carefully in the light of the lamp, without stopping for a moment.

There were a lot of grass leaves in the backpack, and the remaining ones could be used to sew a pillow for the prince.

……

Prince Aemon, on deck.

Eamon stood under the blue sky and white clouds again, his small size very eye-catching.

"Prince, this way."

Just as I was about to find a place to get some fresh air, William waved at me from behind the mast.

Aemon had a puzzled look in his eyes, but he kept walking.

Let's go and see what's going on!

In addition to the cargo boxes piled high on the deck, there were also the Valley Knights flying the flag of the Royce family.

Going around the mast, the three of them sat together.

Yimon looked suspicious and said, "Are you three having a party?"

Apart from the young William, the remaining two were the Rune City coach Gunthor and the Seagull Knight Ryan Shet.

There were bottles of wine and food randomly placed on the deck, and it looked like they were half eaten.

"Hehe~"

Gunthor was only focused on eating. He picked up an unpeeled orange with his big hands and started to bite it, with the juice splashing all over his mouth.

He didn't even raise his head the whole time, stuffing a few more grapes and spitting out the seeds.

Aemon's mouth twitched slightly.

This is an opinion about yourself, right?

Fortunately, not all the people present were rough and sturdy, so there was no embarrassment to each other.

Sir Ryan stood up quickly, took off his gray cloak and folded it into a cushion, and said with a smile: "Prince, the deck is damp and cold, be careful not to catch a cold."

After saying that, he put it under Eamon's butt and made a gesture of invitation. "Thank you." Eamon accepted it calmly.

See, there are still people who are on the right track.

Glancing at Gunthor who was talking nonsense, his eyebrows unconsciously twitched.

Aren’t knights said to be gentle, respectful and modest? Did this guy use the backdoor?
"Forget it, I won't argue with him."

Eamon rubbed his still-bulging belly. He had no intention of joining him for a picnic, so he asked, "What do you want to ask me?"

"We are the escort team to protect you."

William spoke the fastest and blurted out the words.

The little dragon boy frowned immediately, counted with his fingers, but couldn't figure out anything.

He didn't have his own guard team before, he just randomly conscripted able-bodied men from the guards.

"Who are they?" Imon was worried and looked around with a sharp gaze.

Since we are here to protect him, we should at least arrange eight or ten people, right?

There were fifty Valley Knights accompanying my mother on the trip.

Sir Ryan remained elegant at all times and smiled apologetically: "Just the three of us."

"Huh?" Eamonn was stunned.

Those three, let alone the three in front of us.

When Aemon's eyes swept over him, William straightened his chest and raised his hands to slap the bronze breastplate, making it snap.

"He counts as one too?"

Aemon's face was filled with disbelief, and his finger was shaking as he pointed at the conspicuous bag.

Sir Ryan, the only normal person here, nodded slightly and replied gently: "William is very brave. Gunthor and I will do our best to protect your safety."

Being brave does not mean being useful!
Yimon could see the whole picture from a single glimpse, and his heart finally settled.

But seeing Gunthor still eating and drinking, he could accept it reluctantly.

Gunthor is two meters and two meters tall, with strong muscles all over his body, and the muscles on his arms bulge out under his clothes.

Even if it's just a showpiece, it's worth five William's.

By this calculation, William is half a knight, and Gunthor is equivalent to two and a half knights.

Eamon counted on his fingers, thinking that he had earned two Williams...bullshit!

Aemon covered his face in disappointment and accepted his fate.

Three is three. Gunthor looks very powerful, which is better than the previous one where there was no one.

After a long pause, Yimeng remembered the important matter: "You were arranged by my mother. What did she say?"

There's no way a mother's love would overflow for no reason.

Sir Ryan immediately replied: "Wait until we get ashore. The situation in King's Landing is very complicated. As a prince, you should have a personal guard."

He is skilled in martial arts and temporarily serves as a bodyguard.

Aemon became serious when he heard this.

As the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, King's Landing has a complex network of power, like a rat's nest with leaks from all sides.

It is necessary to arrange a few personal guards to confirm.

After figuring it out, he looked at the other two.

The Seagull Knight is understanding and considerate in his dealings with others. What about you?
William blushed and scratched his head.

He didn't want to be a guard either, it was Lady Rhea's order.

Looking at Gunthor again, he was holding a bottle of rum and taking a big gulp, then he burped loudly after finishing it.

William explained with a look in his eyes: "There are people guarding Runestone City, so Gunthor came out to relax."

Aemon saw it all and stroked his chin with his little paw.

As far as he knew, the other party was not doing very well in Fu Shi City.

Firstly, the kingdom was in a period of peace and there was nowhere to use its powerful military force.

Secondly, Gunthor is stubborn and always uses foul language, so he is not welcome in the aristocratic circle.

"Could it be that my mother doesn't like it either, and just throws it to me to make things look good?"

Imon's eyes rolled around, feeling like he had found a bargain.

Seeing that Gunthor looked unhappy, he opened his mouth to flirt with him.

"Aemon, come here!"

As soon as she opened her mouth, she heard her mother's harsh voice behind her.

Aemon turned around quickly and swallowed his words.

　According to Diandian’s rules, starting a new book is a bit complicated.

　　It took 20,000 words to come to [New Books in the Library], and then various recommendations were made.

　　Zhou Zhou's book has not even been put into storage~
　　

(End of this chapter)