Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 89: The Skull of Meraxes

Time passes slowly.

The river valley, which had been in a state of disrepair, was gradually getting back on track.

As a prince, Aemon naturally has to lead by example.

Every day, they take turns commanding three dragons to burn a batch of lime.

The leaders had hope and worked very hard.

More than 1,600 people were divided into three groups to perform different jobs.

Thanks to the donkey carts and horses, quarrying and coal mining can save a lot of manpower and transport coal from Green Ridge and Raven Ridge to the interior.

Time flies and it is already mid-June.

……

This day.

The three thousand young men and all the people of Fu Shi City gathered together in the open space at the foot of the mountain.

After one and a half months, the foundation was expanded from a side length of half a kilometer to a width of 800 meters from north to south and a length of 1,200 meters from east to west.

The extra length is used to stack building materials.

The material was changed to lime mixed with fine sand and clay, and deepened to a thickness of six meters.

It’s not that it can’t go deeper, but there is rock underneath.

"Everyone, today the construction of the Prince's Palace officially begins. I invite you all to witness the fruits of our hard work during this period!"

Aemon smiled and stood in front of an altar.

Nearly six thousand people's eyes were all on His Royal Highness the Prince and the altar.

Some people were stunned and their bodies were trembling slightly.

The altar was covered with a layer of red cloth, but its outline had taken shape.

"The building of the Prince's Palace represents the continuation of the Targaryen family. This king will enshrine a founding hero in the valley for generations."

Aemon glanced at the entire room and suddenly pulled open the red curtain.

All of a sudden.

A giant dragon skull, shiny black with a metallic luster, appeared, standing majestically in the sun.

The dragon skull is as big as a house.

There is a pair of dragon horns on the top of the head that curve backwards, the hollow eye sockets are long and narrow, and the thick dragon teeth are arranged in neat rows.

Through the now black skull, one can seem to foresee its former gorgeous appearance.

He was one of the three founding dragons of the Targaryen dynasty.

The skull of the first dragon, Meraxes.

"Seven Hells!"

"It belongs to the dragon..."

The people in the valley were used to seeing giant dragons, but this was the first time they had seen a giant dragon skull.

When he saw the skull of Milaxes, his knees suddenly went weak with shock.

Lady Rhea was invited and stood in front of the crowd.

Seeing his son carrying out the skull of an old dragon, his expression changed slightly: "The skull of Meraxes, the king is really willing to spend it."

Of course I can't bear it.

It was Yimon who moved it secretly, and when his uncle found out about it, it had already been moved onto the boat.

"Quiet!"

Steve shouted, stopping the whispering below.

The people were instantly silent, looking at the dragon skull with a little fear.

To the people of Westeros, dragons are like gods in the sky, sacred and inviolable.

The skull of a giant dragon is like a hammer that shatters fantasy.

Imon had anticipated this.

Why did the Dornish refuse to surrender and were active in invading the border areas all year round?
Just because they once killed a dragon, they lack reverence.

In order to reduce the impact, he even concealed the news of killing the glutton, and only said to the outside world that he had killed a brutal wild dragon.

Without naming any names, it said that an adult dragon was killed.

That would be a foolish act that would destroy one's own Great Wall.

However, a dragon skull and killing a dragon are two different concepts.

"Its name in life was Meraxes, named after the god of wisdom of old Valyria. He was a majestic dragon who founded the Targaryen dynasty with the Conqueror."

Aemon's eyes were determined, his arms were opened wide, and he said devoutly: "From now on, the valley will worship it and be blessed by the dragon soul!"

After saying this, he secretly winked at the White Knight.

Steve acted decisively, drew the sword from his waist, and knelt on one knee in front of the altar.

Pfft!Pfft!
Gunthor, William, and Sir Ryan who came from afar, led the Prince's Camp and 150 Knights of the Valley to kneel down one after another.

Aemon turned around, knelt on one knee, drew out his bronze sword and placed his hands above his head.

If you want to act, you have to act the whole thing.

The river valley is a new territory. It can advance for a while by relying on profits, but it will always weaken.

If you want to mobilize people's hearts, faith is often the best choice.

Some people present believed in the Seven Gods and the Old Gods, and it was difficult for them to work together.

Since the above beliefs could not be used for his own purposes, Imon created a belief for himself.

No name, no cult.

Only the skull of a founding dragon is enshrined, pushing the dragon's divinity to the peak.

It is similar to people worshipping their ancestors and hoping to receive their blessings.

"The God of Wisdom."

"Blessed by the heroic spirit of the founding dragon..."

"..."

Everyone present was shocked. They half believed and half doubted what His Royal Highness said. They looked at each other and knelt down.

In their eyes, the Targaryen family is the "people" closest to God.

The words spoken by a "person" who can control "God" are inherently highly credible.

"interesting."

Lady Rhea folded her arms across her chest, showing no intention of kneeling.

How could she not know what a Targaryen is like?

I have already slept and given birth.

That's all.

Aemon glanced back out of the corner of his eye and thought to himself that he was halfway to success.

At this time, two people walked out from behind the altar.

Johanna, wearing a black lace dress, hung six old bronze armors on wooden sticks and stood on the left side of the altar.

Maester Mukun held a bronze shovel and struck a clay urn on the right side of the altar.

Boom!

One corner broke into pieces, blazing flames burst out, and fist-sized white lime balls rolled out.

They symbolize bronze and fire respectively.

Seeing this, Imon stuck his bronze sword upside down into the ground and shouted, "New city construction begins!"

His hands kept moving, and he took out a red card and placed it on the foundation.

[Qionglouyuyu]: "Card effect activated, please name your palace."

hum!
The red card shattered in an instant, turning into fiery red fireflies that drilled into the large, solid foundation.

next second.

An inexplicable wave spread outward from this center, like soft ripples, faintly emitting a faint blush.

Imon was the closest, and he only felt his mind clear. It spread all the way to the foundation.

The people present only felt a flash before their eyes, and a warmth surged through their bodies, and their fatigue from many days was largely dissipated.

Because the effect was too weak, I didn't think about it in a mysterious direction.

All of them are considered as offerings to the skull of Meraxes, the "God of Wisdom", and are blessed.

"Mirasis!"

"..."

Some people put their hands together and bowed devoutly.

It is not known whether the Seven Gods and the Old Gods performed any miracles, but the living dragon is right beside them.

They are all "gods", so why not worship one that can be seen but not touched?

"Hiss-"

From the dragon's nest high on the mountain, Womisol leaped down, and his roar echoed throughout the valley.

Silver Wing rarely comes out of the dragon's nest and flies with his partner.

"Hiss!"

On the banks of the Changhu River, the gray shadow that was about to collapse from exhaustion raised its dragon head and flew high into the sky excitedly.

It's like serving food.

His Royal Highness was very generous and rewarded it with ten large fish every day for working for it.

boom--

Three giant dragons soared in the sky, spewing dragon flames from time to time, as if celebrating the start of work today.

When the people present saw this, they became more determined to worship Meraxes, the "God of Wisdom".

At this time, Aemon fell into deep thought.

The red card [Qionglou Yuyu] is fully activated, and you need to give the palace a name.

"As a prince's palace, it must be loud enough."

Aemon thought for a long time, thinking of the joy he felt when he discovered the river valley, and said seriously: "Let's call it River Valley City."

The Runestone City of the Royce family, and the Eyrie of the Arryn family.

In Westeros, "city" refers to castle.

His princely palace was named "Valley City".

After the outer city wall of [Iron Wall] is activated, the city can be called "River Valley Town".

For example, the city names of Seagull Town and Old Town.

The worship was soon over and the craftsmen began to carry bricks and stones and start work.

The old craftsman in the prince's camp respectfully asked, "Your Highness, what is the name of your palace?"

"Riverdale," Aemon said simply.

The old craftsman chewed on it for a while and praised, "It's a very good name, which fits the characteristics of the territory."

Flowery words don’t add any points; what’s most important is that they fit the reality.

Aemon smiled and nodded.

The old craftsman handed over a brick and a trowel, and said, "You are the master of River Valley City. You will lay the first foundation stone."

"Is there still such a thing?"

Yimon found it novel and gladly took the two things.

The foundation is compacted and solid, and the laying positions are marked with lime. You just need to follow the lines.

Aemon was concentrating.

He scooped out a white, sticky mixture of quicklime with a shovel, threw it on the foundation and smoothed it out.

Very good, a good start.

Aemon breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the blue brick and dropped it onto the slaked lime mixture.

Apply a little force and press fully.

Snap!

His hand slipped and the quicklime mixture spilled out, causing the neatly arranged blue bricks to become crooked at one corner.

Eamon: ...

Horrified face!
It shouldn't be like this!!

The old craftsman was stunned for a moment, then consoled him: "Your Highness, any position of the first piece is the will of the gods. You should accept it calmly and be grateful."

As he spoke, he picked up the shovel that had slipped from His Royal Highness's hand and skillfully laid the blue bricks.

The construction officially started and three thousand people rushed in.

Those who move bricks move bricks, and those who pour mud pour mud.

Skilled stonemasons and bricklayers built the palace walls along the lime lines.

A long time later.

Iamon held his chest, accepting the reality of his mistake.

The valley city is 653 meters wide from north to south and 861 meters long from east to west, covering an area of ​​about 0.56 square kilometers.

It consists of three main halls, six side halls, and large and small auxiliary halls on both sides.

There is still a central line running through it, from the main gate on the east side all the way to the last main hall.

The architectural style adopts pavilions and towers, similar to the gardens of the free trade city-state.

The colors are blue bricks and black tiles, with some red and green.

The foundation stone and floor are relatively elegant and solemn, and are paved with white marble.

Judging from the drawings, some of them look like clusters of flowers on a white porcelain plate.

Outside the palace complex, there is a circle of towering city walls to defend against enemies.

For such a large project, one brick is not a problem.

But the palace where he had just laid down his bricks was the throne hall in the middle of the three main halls, where meetings would be held in the future.

"It still hurts."

Aemon lowered his head to hide his sadness from others.

Later, some people noticed that the corner bricks of the throne room door were crooked, and there was no explanation.

"Prince, there is a message for you."

Johanna sidled up.

"who?"

Aemon took a breath, drew his bronze sword and walked down the foundation.

Don't delay their construction.

Johanna followed in small steps and handed over two letters: "One is from Madam Leia just now, and the other is from Miss Lanner."

"My mom is gone?"

Yimeng just realized that he didn't see his mother.

Johanna said, "Mrs. Leia instructed that if you don't want to communicate with her, you can write a letter."

"I bet it's not a good thing."

Aemon suddenly had a toothache.

Glancing back, I saw three thousand people building a main hall, and in the blink of an eye, they had completed the outline of the framework.

Even the experienced craftsmen brought out the golden nanmu beams to measure the positions of the load-bearing columns of the hall.

The card suggests that the completion time is one year.

Judging from the situation, we will soon be able to live in the river valley city that we built.

"Give me all the letters."

My mood was like a roller coaster, and I finally had the courage to read the letter.

　There are some changes in this chapter. The name of the palace has been changed to "Riverdale City" to fit the style of the continent of Westeros.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)