Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 92: Preparation for the Martial Arts Tournament
King's Landing.

The Red Fort, the king's palace.

"This unfilial daughter, how dare she run away halfway."

Viserys smashed his wine glass angrily, his face turning blue with anger.

God knows how much manpower and resources he spent on arranging a tour for the crown prince.

How will the nobles view the royal family when they learn the news?

Alison sat opposite and said softly, "Don't worry, Rhaenyra is not that confused yet."

"Then she should take the cruise seriously!"

Viserys was about to explode with rage.

Allison sighed and said perfunctorily, "You should think about where she can go."

For an adult dragon, the amount of food and drink required every day is astronomical.

Ordinary nobles cannot afford to support them.

Viserys was stunned when he heard this, and thought of a possibility: "You mean, she went to the Vale?"

"It's obvious."

Allison lowered her eyebrows and her tone was very subtle.

"So to say……"

Viserys thought of his nephew, and his anger subsided. He wondered, "When did they become so close?"

"Who knows? Maybe Rhaenyra finds the parade too boring."

Allison forced a smile and picked at her nails furtively.

When she is nervous, she tends to use pain to cover up her emotions.

Viserys glanced at her and vaguely sensed that his wife was very unhappy to see Rhaenyra on good terms with her nephew.

Is it jealousy or political inclination?

The former was easy to say, as Alison had a good relationship with her nephew, and the entire Red Castle knew it.

The latter is troublesome.

His court had only been stable for a few years, so it was not yet time to continue the internal strife.

Alison noticed her husband's gaze and her heart tightened. She changed the subject: "Have you heard that Lady Rhea is looking for a marriage partner for Aemon?"

"When did this happen?"

Viserys' face changed slightly, very sensitive about this.

Allison said, "A month ago, she went around the valley visiting relatives and friends under the guise of hunting."

“There is such a thing.”

Viserys said in amazement.

It's about whether Rhaenyra can sit firmly on the Iron Throne.

Doesn't Lady Rhea know that Aemon is his chosen candidate for Queen?

Allison pretended to be confused: "Mrs. Leia loves her son dearly, isn't this a good thing?"

Women's intelligence capabilities are beyond imagination.

She knew that Lady Rhea looked down on Targaryens, which was why she found a girl from the Vale for Aemon.

This point coincides with her idea.

As long as it's not Rhaenyra, that selfish fool doesn't deserve it.

"It's just nonsense, this country fool."

Even with Viserys's good temper, he couldn't help but curse inwardly after hearing this.

He and his younger brother Daemon each married a wife from the Valley and have formed a deep alliance with the Valley.

The next generation can form an alliance with Stormland or the Westland, but cannot continue to fight with the Valley.

Alicent added: "Aemon is very busy in the Vale. It seems that he doesn't object."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Viserys waved his hand with confidence: "That's Daemon's son. Targaryens are attracted to each other."

Why does Damon look down on his original wife?

The biggest reason is pride and prejudice.

According to the "Targaryen Law of Attraction", Daemon's ideal wife must at least be of ancient Valyrian descent.

Lady Rhea was clearly not.

As the elder brother, he married Emma Arryn of the Eyrie.

Emma was a good woman and of noble birth.

Her mother was Daenerys Targaryen, the sixth daughter of the great king.

Actually, she is his biological aunt.

Therefore, Emma was born with the appearance of a Targaryen with silver hair and purple eyes, and when she grew up she married back into the royal family to repay her family.

Damon saw this point clearly and was more picky in choosing a wife.

Unexpectedly, she was used by her grandmother Alysanne to form an alliance with Runestone City.

The huge contrast led to Damon's extreme behavior.

He insulted his original wife as a "bronze whore" and mocked the women in the valley as being worse than goats.

Allison stopped talking and picked at her nails harder.

Because she knew that her husband was right.

Viserys smiled first, feeling better. "Forget it. Let's leave Rhaenyra alone for now. Let her relax in the Vale."

"What about Madam Korreya?"

Allison was unwilling to accept it.

"Don't worry, she won't make it."

Viserys smiled widely, but deep down he still felt resentful.

He felt both guilty and angry towards his sister-in-law.

Firstly, she felt sorry for being a widow, and her brother Damon failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband.

Secondly, he was angry at her for not knowing what was good for her and always going against the royal family.

If you have the guts, castrate Damon before consummating your marriage. What kind of ability is it to take it out on your son?

Damn Damon!
"You are right, but Rhaenyra still needs to resume her schedule as soon as possible."

Alicent knew that persuasion was useless and hoped that Rhaenyra would leave the valley as soon as possible.

"Well, I'll write her a letter and give her a good scolding."

Viserys spoke sternly, observing his wife's every move and word.

He was certain that the other party simply couldn't stand the intimacy between Rhaenyra and Aemon.

What a weird possessiveness.

Hearing this, Allison relaxed more.

Viserys's eyes turned, and he struck while the iron was hot: "The kingdom has been quiet for a long time. After Rhaenyra's tour is over, how about we hold a grand tournament?"

“That would cost a lot.”

Allison said helplessly.

"The treasury is full and has enough for us to spend."

Viserys patted his belly and smiled like a rich man. "Let's do it next year, to celebrate our ninth anniversary."

As a king, he was full of flattery at this moment.

This is done to satisfy the demands of my wife and daughter, hoping that they won't make too much trouble.

Allison glanced up, smiled and nodded: "Okay."

……

valley.

River valleys and vast plains.

"Yoyo~~"

A white deer was running freely, and a silver-haired boy on its back was drawing a bow sideways.

A hare was running away in front, turning corners flexibly.

call out!
Aemon shot an arrow, and the dragonbone bow bounced back slightly. The arrow flew like a shuttle and pierced the hare's neck accurately.

"Good archery skills."

Sir Ryan in a white cloak came on horseback and praised the guests in a flattering manner.

Even though I have seen it countless times, I am still amazed at His Royal Highness's extraordinary talent in archery.

Aemon was used to it, riding his deer forward and picking up the prey.

Sir Ryan waved his hand to signal the team behind him.

"Everyone stop and rest where you are."

Gunthor pulled the reins and tied the half-point flag to the soft grass.

Eight hundred newly recruited young and strong men ran after the horses, each of them sweating profusely from exhaustion.

They were all recruited locally in the valley, including new residents, orphans from the new fields and people from the Firesmith tribe.

The ages are between 14 and 30, which is the time when they are most malleable.

There were no war horses in the river valley, and the enemy was a high mountain clan in the Mingyue Mountains.

The military type is longbowmen.

Each person wore a set of copper-inlaid leather armor, a scimitar at the waist, and a longbow and quiver.

This is the best equipment the valley can provide.

"Sir Ryan, can the next batch of building materials be delivered on time?"

Iemon skinned the rabbit on the spot and made a fire to roast it.

Sir Ryan, who was helping out, said hesitantly, "A small group of pirates from the Three Women's Kingdoms is causing trouble. The maritime trade in the Strait of Mir has been affected, and almost all ports are crowded."

He lives in Seagull Tower in Seagull Town and is in charge of the landing and transportation of construction materials.

But the recent difficult situation has delayed the transfer of Seagull Town.

Aemon nodded. "I am planning to build a good road from Raven Hill to the river valley. It will save a lot of time."

Rhaenyra was struggling with this.

Sir Ryan's smile was stiff and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

A princess of a country is paving the way for you, you really dare to use her.

On the way here, the golden dragon was in a bad mood.

Yimon was carefully pickling the rabbit meat when he suddenly thought of two people.

Daddy Damon is in the Stepstones.

If the pirates from the Three Women's Kingdoms cause chaos, won't we have to fight wars every day?

In the original world, he spent several years in the Stonehenge Islands as the "King of the Sea", and returned to King's Landing in 111 AC to reconcile with his uncle.

But he had another purpose.

At that time, Rhaenyra was alone and he wanted to steal the Iron Throne through his niece.

Now that Aemon is here, he naturally has no such plans and is still catching crabs in the Stone Steps Islands.

“I don’t know why I can’t hold on.”

Aemon thought to himself.

Subjectively speaking, the Stepstones Islands, sandwiched between two continents, are indeed a good place to collect taxes.

But the land made up of the archipelago is nothing but stones.

The economy cannot be developed at all, and building a port is wishful thinking.

Dad Damon was tricked by the sea snake Corliss and trapped in the Stone Islands, fighting against the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom for others.

When talking about the sea serpent Corliss, one naturally thinks of Lannar.

Yimon secretly complained: "The port is affected, will Tidehead Island also be affected?"

It makes sense that Lannar broke her promise.

"Prince!"

Suddenly, there was a shouting.

Yimon frowned: "What's the hurry?"

The new soldier said nervously, "We found someone stealing sheep. It seems to be the Gaoshan clan."

"lead the way."

Aemon dropped the half-cooked rabbit and set off immediately.

Soon, we arrived near a stream.

From a distance, I saw a dozen guys wrapped in animal skins driving a group of goats into the mountains.

Yimeng said in surprise: "It really is the Gaoshan clan."

The river valley was in ruins and the people's houses were still simple, with no sheep pens or cattle sheds.

Except for chickens and ducks, all livestock such as cattle and sheep are free-range.

They eat, drink, defecate and urinate freely on the grass, and return to Changhu Lake in groups at night.

Unexpectedly, it attracted a group of mountain clans.

"Capture them and ask which tribe they belong to."

At Aemon's command, he was the first to draw his bow and arrow.

call out!
The dragon bone bow is extremely powerful, and an arrow shot out is like a meteor.

With a "pop" sound, it pierced through a man's head and penetrated the skull and stuck in the grass.

"Draw your sword and catch them!"

A hundred longbowmen were dispatched, drawing their scimitars and surrounding them.

Due to the difference in numbers, more than a dozen members of the mountain clan were tied up in a short while.

“We ask, you answer.”

Gunthor handed over a white deer from the mountain clan who looked like a leader to His Royal Highness for interrogation.

"Which tribe are you from?" Aemon asked.

Taking a closer look, I found that these mountain clans also had tattoos on their bodies, with one or both ears painted black.

"We are warriors of the Black Ear Tribe."

The little leader looked dissatisfied and said with his neck stiff.

Yimon raised his eyebrows, thinking that there were all kinds of monsters.

Judging from the situation, there is nothing to be learned.

He casually pointed out a longbow soldier from the Firesmith Tribe and asked, "Where is the Black Ear Tribe and how strong is it?"

The longbow soldiers stepped out: "The Black Ear Tribe is located in the Bright Moon Mountains north of the high mountains. It is a large tribe of 3,000 people."

It is also a neighbor of the river valley.

Yimon understood and waved his hand: "Kill him."

"Don't……"

The little chief was still trying to beg for mercy, but the scimitar was inserted into his head.

"YoYo."

The white deer took a step back, fearing that blood would splatter on its silky fur.

Aemon pondered silently.

The longbow soldiers are all trained in a similar way, at least they all know how to draw the bow and shoot arrows.

It's time to find a mountain clan to serve as a whetstone and capture a group of laborers.

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　　I’m still not good at farming, and I don’t have much motivation to write.

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(End of this chapter)