Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 91: Rainier's Sneaking
"Discover a common creature that contains magic, and gain +1 essence."

Iemon took the little black cat and the panel gave a prompt.

"Meow meow~~"

The little black cat had its neck pinched, its body hunched like a shrimp, and its four little paws scratched around randomly.

It's like looking for its mother's milk.

Yimeng looked at it again and again, and loved it: "Little thing, your good luck has come."

The shadow cat is a powerful predator. Its adult size is comparable to that of a tiger or leopard, and it is even more ferocious.

Apart from the dragon, the only one stronger than it is probably the direwolf outside the Great Wall.

The key is to provide 1 point of magic essence.

Decision made, adopt it!
"Pack up the spoils, it's time to go."

Aemon's mood improved and he casually stuffed the little black cat into the bag around his waist.

Take it home and take good care of it, and it can also guard the house.

"squeak!!"

The next moment, there was a sharp rat cry.

Yimon's face changed slightly and he quickly opened the bag to check.

But the golden-nosed rat showed a human-like expression of fear, and took out a silver fork from somewhere with its little paws and hit the little black cat's head with it, making a loud bang.

"Meow~~"

The little black cat was already weak, and meowed when it was beaten.

"Xiaobai, what are you doing!"

Aemon was shocked and grabbed Rat's head and put it on his shoulder.

The golden-nosed mouse was filled with grief and indignation, tears welled up in his little eyes, and he gestured with a silver fork.

As a mouse, how can I live in the same pack with cats?

"……Feel sorry."

Aemon's forehead was covered with sweat, and he hid Rat in his collar.

……

In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

It was July, midsummer.

good news:
The first palace was built in Dale City and named "Summer Hall".

bad news:
Yimon waited for a month, but none of the characters in the two letters showed up.

At this moment, in the Summer Hall.

Yimon sat by the window, unable to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth.

There is no bad news here, it is clearly double happiness.

Da da da……

There was a sound of light footsteps, and a figure in a black dress walked in.

Johanna smiled happily: "Prince, as you requested, the honeycomb coal we made is finally sold in the market of Arryn Valley."

"How much is one piece?"

Aemon became interested.

"The initial price is three copper stars per piece of honeycomb coal. Some small vendors will be willing to stock up on some."

"Well done, the price can be lower."

Yimon smiled and said, "Don't worry about losing money. Just sell the honeycomb coal. It will eventually end up in the hands of the nobles."

It's been a month, so of course I can't sit idle.

With the supply of coal mines, we can do some business.

Honeycomb coal is easy to make. It only requires coal ash mixed with loess, and then it can be used after it is shaped and dried.

The elderly and children captured from the fire craftsman tribe can give birth.

Anyway, he would never keep prisoners who only eat for free.

Johanna hesitated and said, "But honeycomb coal is difficult to light and will leave soot."

As a specialty of the river valley, it still has some shortcomings.

"Don't worry, these are sold cheaply to civilians."

Aemon knew what was going on, and said, "After a while, we'll produce some high-quality honeycomb coal and sell it to King's Landing to build our reputation."

In this era, ordinary people could not afford firewood.

The trees all belong to the nobles, it would be strange if you were allowed to cut them down for fire.

He originally wanted to sell it to the nobles at a high price.

As the roads in the river valley are difficult to travel, we will first test the waters at the market in the Vale of Arryn.

By the way, find out the living conditions of the people in the Vale of Arryn and whether it is easy to do business.

Johanna nodded her chin and said seriously, "There is one more thing. The eight hundred men you asked Sir Gunthor to recruit are ready and are training by the Long Lake."

"Let's go and see."

Aemon perked up, stood up and walked out.

Since the capture of 1,500 members of the Pyrotechnics Tribe, the population base of the valley has increased by half.

But after all, he was born in a mountain clan and was barbaric and unruly.

With only the dragon and 150 valley knights, it would be easy for a rebellion to occur.

Training a group of elite soldiers exclusively for the river valley can have a deterrent effect.

Of course, he chose to do both.

With a wave of his hand, they were all driven into Raven Ridge to dig coal.

At the same time it gave hope.

If you can hold out until the completion of River Valley City, you will be able to get rid of your coolie status and be promoted to a formal citizen.

The seventy-four members of the Firesmith tribe who were captured first were the most powerful evidence.

Aemon separated them.

Some of them worked as blacksmiths, and some were assigned to quarrying.

They all receive wages and are treated like formal citizens.

Among the eight hundred new recruits mentioned just now, thirty are from the Firesmith tribe.

Treat everyone equally and integrate thoroughly.

Exit the Summer Hall.

Aemon observed habitually that three thousand young men were building a second prince's palace behind the Summer Hall.

"It's so fast."

"Yes, the materials are also top-notch."

"Remind Sir Ryan to have the next batch of materials delivered as soon as possible."

Aemon felt so proud as he walked on the white marble floor.

When a person becomes proud, he tends to look up at the sky.

The sky is clear and the white clouds are floating.

A giant golden dragon flew through the clouds, its broad wings flapping gently and its sturdy body moving at an extremely fast speed.

"Haha, there's another dragon."

Aemon smiled in appreciation.

"Hiss!"

The golden dragon flew across the long lake and rushed straight towards this side.

Aemon came to his senses after hearing the dragon's roar and was shocked: "Syrax!?"

"Land, Syrax!"

A giant golden dragon flew overhead, and a clear girl's voice came from the dragon's back.

Syrax's pupils moved vertically, and he slowly landed on the ground. Boom!
The hind paws left two shallow claw marks on the ground, and the wings folded, stirring up a strong wind.

"Aemon, long time no see."

Rhaenyra jumped down from the dragon's back and greeted with a charming smile.

"Rhaenyra, it really is you."

Aemon was stunned.

"Why, you don't welcome me?"

Rhaenyra tilted her head and walked forward generously.

As he walked, he raised his hand and bit off the leather gloves he was wearing, his eyes full of seduction.

Once you get close, keep pressing your body forward.

Aemon looked disgusted and pushed him, "Keep your distance. You stink of dragon."

The other party was wearing a black scaly dragon-taming suit, which showed that he came here with a plan.

"Don't you have any? Aren't you a dragon?"

Rhaenyra had long been immune to it, and even held the arm that pushed her away.

Yimon tried twice to pull it out but failed, and said helplessly: "Aren't you on tour to choose a husband? Why are you here?"

Why bother hugging? Just don't show off, little bear.

No wonder people say that the poor are generous.

Rhaenyra was unwilling to admit defeat. She stood on tiptoe and whispered to his ear, saying, "The person I chose is right here."

As he spoke, his breath sounded like orchid, hitting the other person in the face.

Aemon was silent for a moment, pursing his lips tightly.

I hate people who play straight.

It would be great if he could say something bad in a roundabout way.

"Why aren't you talking? Have you been quiet lately?"

Rhaenyra snorted.

It was not easy to fly from the riverlands just to see him.

You have to use some tricks to communicate normally.

"Your Highness, please."

Aemon narrowed his eyes and smiled smirk, welcoming him into Summerhall.

Rhaenyra looked around, her eyes full of surprise, and stared at the other person calmly.

She's not really stupid.

Yimon is not afraid of his shadow being crooked, because he will not tell the truth anyway.

After the prince and princess left, Johanna, who had been standing there in a daze, came to her senses.

After looking around, he suddenly remembered that there was still a bill that had not been settled.

……

Summer Hall.

Aemon sat on a chair and stared at the silver-haired girl who was eating and drinking across from him.

Rainier was contented, chewing fruits and pastries bit by bit with her little mouth, but her eating speed was not slow at all.

When they entered the room, the two chatted thoroughly.

Rhaenyra's tour began in the crownlands, passing through Harrenhal and Riverrun, and meeting with the major families in the riverlands.

We are about to set off for Golden Tooth City and enter the Western Territory to continue our tour.

Occasionally, I would hear my female companion mention that Lady Rhea was looking for a girl from the valley for her son, so she sneaked out at night.

"Have you met him?"

Rhaenyra asked casually as she took a sip of her sweet wine.

"Meeting whom?"

"Madam Leia's selection."

"No, I was stood up again."

Yimon pretended to be regretful, but his eyes were full of smiles.

It’s great to have a day when no one is urging you to get married!
Rhaenyra raised her beautiful eyes and said calmly, "Lady Jenny of the Eyrie's succession qualifications have been questioned, so I ordered my cousin Arnold Arryn to be sent to Runestone City to serve as Lady Rhea's cupbearer."

This cousin Arnold is the strongest contender for the inheritance of Eagle's Nest.

At the age of eight, she gently pried open the position of Duchess of Jenny Arryn.

Aemon pondered for a moment and murmured, "It turns out that something delayed him."

Otherwise, with my mother's decisive personality, she should have packed up the marriage partner and sent him over long ago.

But why didn’t Lannar come either?

Rhaenyra had no idea what he was thinking, so she said, "You said you would take me to fight the mountain clans. When are we going to set off?"

She saw that the mountain clans were working in the valley.

Yimon said: "No hurry, train a group of soldiers first."

He also wanted to attack the Gaoshan Clan and capture more people using the red card [Iron Wall].

But there are too many people and it’s hard to control.

The importance of an elite army is highlighted.

When the training is almost done, we can take them to attack the mountain clan and sharpen their swords through blood.

Rhaenyra was stunned and asked in confusion: "Then what should I do?"

Yimeng looked him up and down and came up with a good idea: "How about you help a little."

"tell me the story."

Rhaenyra asked curiously.

"follow me."

……

Raven Ridge.

Horse-drawn and ox-drawn carts carried the stones and unloaded them on the rugged mountain road leading into the river valley.

"Dragon Flame!"

The girl's voice spread.

Syrax crawled slowly, aimed at a pile of gray-white stones, and opened his mouth to spit out dragon flames.

The orange color mixed with gold has a heavy texture floating in the air.

When the stone was burned red, the dragon flame subsided.

A group of old and strong women from the fire-making department came forward, smashed the cooled stones with wooden sticks, and ground them into quicklime for later use.

More people dug out a ten-meter-wide flat foundation, laid thick layers of crushed stone and gravel on it, and finally poured a mixture of lime, clay and fine sand on top.

There was a clanging and beating sound, and the mixture was smoothed out like mud.

"Yes, Not Bad."

Aemon stepped on it, quite firmly.

This is an ancient method of road paving, and the mixture is called "three-in-one soil".

It means a combination of lime, clay and fine sand, which becomes extremely hard after continuous beating.

Traditional mortar is also mixed with glutinous rice juice and eggs, which greatly improves the quality.

But that would be too expensive, unless you have a lot of money.

"Rhaenyra, you are such a great help."

Aemon smiled widely as he approached the silver-haired girl who was out of this world.

Rhaenyra dodged to the side and said expressionlessly, "Is this the little favor you mentioned?"

(End of this chapter)