Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 86: Card production, must be high-quality

Aemon paused for a moment, his eyes firm.

shhhhhh...

The quill drops a name:
"Rhaenyra Targaryen".

He poked with the tip of the pen and drew a cartoon pig head on the back.

Marriage is a major event and needs to be considered from many aspects.

He had a crush on Rhaenyra, and Rhaenyra also liked the heat.

What else is there to say? Of course it is the first choice.

In terms of their identities, the two are a good match.

An heir to the Iron Throne, but unfortunately it's a girl.

A young prince who tamed a grown dragon, but his line of succession kept declining.

The two of them are together, filling in each other's gaps.

In one word, orthodox!
Aemon nodded slightly and wrote down the second name.

"Laenar Velaryon".

A cartoon rabbit head was drawn behind the name.

Apart from Rhaenyra, she might be the most suitable candidate for a consort.

There was Vermithor under his crotch, and Vhagar tamed by Lanar.

Once the two join forces, it is hard to imagine who can stand up to them.

Aunt Rhaenys and cousin Lanino are also dragon riders, so it’s not excessive for them to lend a hand at critical moments.

In terms of hard power alone, it is terrifying beyond imagination.

"Not really. Sea Snake is not an easy person to deal with."

Aemon frowned and circled the bad woman's name.

The Valaryon family is too big a concern, and any rash contact would only bring trouble and offend my uncle.

Then, write the third line of small words.

"The pending marriage partner in the valley."

As usual, a sheep with its butt sticking out is drawn at the back.

Yimon smiled and put a big cross on his notebook.

An alliance with the nobles of the valley is the most profitable option at the moment.

In this way, they were integrated into the power rules of the valley nobles.

Unfortunately, he wanted to make money while standing.

"If you dare to marry a girl from the Valley, Damon will fly back directly from the Stepstones, right?"

Aemon couldn't help laughing.

3. Future direction.

"It is impossible to gain a foothold in the valley without friction."

Aemon's eyes were restrained and full of gunpowder.

Seize control of the Mountains of the Moon and take over the Eyrie.

And, to subdue the closed and conservative valley nobles.

"I am now alone and weak, and I need allies, vassals, and subordinates."

Yimon wrote them down one by one, and the future is promising.

Suddenly, I remembered that there seemed to be a suitable marriage partner in Eagle's Nest.

……Um.

The possibility is slim.

A duchess demands more when choosing a husband.

It’s not good to be too strong, as it’s easy for someone else to take over your position.

Being too weak is not good, or you will become a stepping stone.

Neither of them has ever met, so there is no way to say whether they are suitable or not.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door and it was gently pushed open from the outside.

"Prince, it's time for us to set off."

Johanna was wearing a black gauze dress and had a soft voice: "Old Maester Hughes' nephew has arrived. He followed most of the people in the southwest to migrate to the river valley."

Aemon heard this and stood up happily.

The parchment was rolled into a thin tube and stuffed into the green satchel on the table.

"Squeak~"

A little mouse opened its mouth and hid its owner's treasure.

"Let's talk on the way."

Eamon carried a shoulder bag and traveled light with Johanna.

Walking out of the castle, you can see a giant bronze dragon lying in the distance.

Johanna's beautiful eyes sparkled as she walked and said, "With this group of migrating people, the river valley will have its first population."

"Not urgent."

Aemon smiled slightly, seeing through the other party's little thoughts.

It took a lot of effort to catch this "black swan".

It's because his mother, Mrs. Leia, has a strict personality and doesn't want her son to lose his virginity too early.

"Roar!"

Womisol opened his vertical pupils, his huge body moved slightly, and a dull growl came out of his throat.

"Gulu~"

Johanna was stiff and didn't dare to move forward halfway.

The famous "Bronze Rage" is so oppressive just by looking at it.

"Give me your hand."

Aemon said, taking her hand and walking closer.

Looking at its panicked eyes, he pressed his hand on the bronze scales on the dragon's neck.

Johanna's face changed drastically and her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

"Don't scare her, Vermithor."

Aemon concentrated and calmed himself, resting his forehead against the slightly shaking dragon's neck.

To win over a smart and capable subordinate, you must show the corresponding courage.

Nothing is more intimidating than a giant dragon.

"Roar!"

Womisoor glanced sideways, raised his dragon head slightly, and prepared to set off.

"How about it?"

Aemon asked, tilting his head.

"me……"

Johanna hesitated for a moment, a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes, and she laughed from the bottom of her heart.

She saw His Royal Highness's sincerity.

Just like her burning heart at this moment.

The best expression is not words, Imon read her excitement through her eyes.

Number of housekeepers +1.

"Hiss-"

After a while, Womisol roared into the air, carrying two figures into the sky.

……

It's approaching noon.

River valley, at the foot of high mountains.

"How are you preparing?"

Aemon strode over and asked the overseeing White Knight.

Steve said truthfully: "The obstacles have been cleared, the old craftsman has measured the uniform height of the ground, and is now consolidating the foundation."

Aemon nodded and scanned it briefly.

At the foot of the mountain in front of us, a flat open space with a length and width of half a kilometer was cleared.

All around were the stones that had been removed, piled up like mountains and classified into different categories.

Waiting for subsequent use. On the open space, a one-meter-thick mixture of sand, gravel and clay is laid on the surface.

Three thousand people used wooden hammers or stone rollers to repeat the tamping action without stopping.

"I'll try."

Aemon had an idea and stomped his foot hard on the solid ground.

There was a muffled sound and a shallow mark was left on the ground.

Steve said: "Prince, this is all built according to the highest standards, it is absolutely solid and sturdy."

“Just barely.”

Aemon was not happy in his heart.

What can you do with a one-meter-thick foundation?

His strength was enough to make a shallow mark, proving that the ground was not tamped thoroughly enough.

Although he did not intend to build a towering tower like Harrenhal, the hardness of the foundation could not be ignored.

"This is the limit of the level of architecture in Westeros."

Aemon shook his head secretly.

Let’s put this aside for now and check the first batch of building materials provided by the cards.

The location is not far, just a few minutes away.

"Prince, I have counted them all."

Johanna looked seductively and handed over a list.

Aemon took a quick look.

Bricks, tiles, beams, and food are all available, and each one is quite substantial.

"The quality of these materials is beyond expectation. They don't look like the products from Westeros."

Johanna said calmly.

"Really, how high?"

Aemon paid no heed, examining the carefully stacked building materials one by one.

Starting from the bricks, each one is one foot long and three inches thick, and they appear to be green bricks fired in a kiln.

The tiles are also not simple. The sound of knocking is crisp and pleasant, and each piece is green like a leaf.

At a glance, there were hundreds of brick and tile piles stacked up, totaling no less than one million pieces.

The beams are made of different materials.

The most precious of them are the twelve golden nanmu trees, all of which are rare treasures with a diameter of one meter.

The beams were just right for the main temple.

The minimum amount of food is enough for 3,000 people to have three meals a day for one month.

"As expected of a red card, building a palace is just like this."

The more Aemon looked at it, the happier he became, and all his previous depression was swept away.

According to the task list of [Qionglou Yuyu]:

1. Provide sufficient materials.

2. Recruit people to start the construction and control the construction speed.

It is not difficult to see from these two points that he does not have to worry about material issues, and he can even speed up the process artificially.

At this moment, the card reads: "Not fully activated, progress time 1 year."

"One year is quite fast. It will take another year or so for Rhaenyra to travel."

Eamon was very satisfied.

Don't worry about the words "not activated". It means that the palace has not been built yet and the construction has not officially started.

At that time, he will activate the card, and subsequent building materials will follow in sequence.

"Prince, if Lady Rhea asks, what should we say?"

Johanna was always cautious.

Is a problem.

Aemon's eyes rolled, and he leaned closer and said, "Just say I bought it from the Free Trade City. You don't have to answer anything else."

The cards will automatically reduce the suspicion of others.

If you ask, it means you bought it on the other side of the strait.

After that, Aemon continued to inspect other materials.

Long Lake.

It is a vast lake with green duckweed floating on the surface.

This lake is drained into the inland from the gorge sea and connected to a long river from the north, hence the name.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

Led by a dozen old craftsmen, thousands of young boys and girls worked hard.

Some people shoveled sand and clay, some fetched water, and finally mixed it into mud.

A tall, thin, yellow-faced young man wearing a coarse bachelor's gown was supervising.

"Your Highness the Prince."

Seeing a silver-haired young man leading people coming from afar, the young scholar bowed slightly and saluted respectfully.

Yimon had a guess: "Who are you?"

"My name is Mu Kun, the nephew of Scholar Xiusi from Runestone City."

Scholar Mu Kun introduced his background calmly.

Aemon's eyes flashed, and he said calmly: "You are Maester Mukun. I have heard of your great name for a long time."

At the end of "A Dance with the Blood Dragon", this man replaced the previous Grand Secretary who had absconded from the Green Party and became the new Grand Secretary recommended by the Citadel.

He also compiled historical books related to the "Dance of the Blood Dragon".

"I didn't expect you to be the nephew of old scholar Hughes."

Yimon's expression was calm, but he was secretly excited.

What does the valley lack most?
Talent!
Maester Mu Kun's sallow face showed guilt, and he apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, Uncle Xius sent me a message before, and I agreed."

"But the academy arranged for me to study there temporarily, so I continued my studies there for another four years."

Yimeng waved his hand: "It's okay, just come."

Generous on the outside, but sneering in the heart.

You dare to stand me up for four years, you skinny guy, just wait to pay back your debt by working like a slave!

Bachelor Mu Kun was a rookie with a simple mind, and his expression turned into one of gratitude.

He raised his hand and introduced to His Royal Highness, "Look, this mud is a mixture of fine sand from the lake and clay excavated from the mountains. It is considered the best mud."

Hearing this, Aemon thought of the materials not provided by the cards.

For example, mud acts as a binder.

These materials are relatively common and can be found ready-made in the river valley without having to be transported from outside.

Just use local materials.

Thoughts came to him, and Aemon looked at the finished mortar and asked, "Is it strong enough to be used for bricklaying?"

Scholar Mu Kun spread his hands and said, "We don't have any better materials."

"..."

Yimeng's eyelids twitched wildly, and he took it as a way to hone his energy. "You are from the Citadel, do you have a better plan?"

"Yes, lime."

Maester Mukun answered.

Yimon seemed to have suddenly realized something, and said with a smile: "Yes, burn lime!"

In the era when there was no cement, slaked lime was one of the strongest adhesives.

With this thought in mind, I turned my head and looked towards the towering mountains.

Halfway up the mountain, a deep cave suddenly appeared.

"Hiss-"

A string was plucked in my heart, and a sound came from the dark cave, and a huge dragon head slowly emerged.

　Build infrastructure, conquer mountain clans, expand the army...

　　Step by step, Your Excellency the Prince will stand up!

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　　If there is anything unreasonable, you can point it out in the chapter and I will take care of it and correct it.

　　First of all, I am still a little unfamiliar with farming and development.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)