Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 99 The King's Letter
He gave up the dragon-mouth plow he had forged himself and finally got rid of the enthusiastic peasant women.

Aemon returns to Riverdale.

Looking from the outside, the two city walls are taking shape.

The outer city wall was built one meter high and six and a half meters wide with blue bricks, like a giant dragon lying on the ground.

The foundation of the inner city wall has been laid and a thick layer of stone slabs has just been laid.

A separate circular urban area was separated between the inner and outer areas, incorporating the small village originally built by the subjects.

It is backed by mountains on the west and faces the lake on the east.

Hegu Town has gates in the north and south, with four towering city gates reserved in the southeast, southwest, northeast and northwest.

To save trouble, Aemon named the four city gates after the characteristics of the four dragons in the valley.

The southeast side serves as the main city gate and is named the "Bronze Gate".

The others are called "Silver Wing Gate", "Harvest Gate" and "Fishing Gate".

"A copper mine has been discovered at the foot of the mountain. Once the mine is mined, we will have the materials for the bronze door."

Aemon smiled.

Johanna hugged the black-haired, spotted super-fat cat and struggled to keep up: "River Valley Town is thriving. After the garrison training is completed, we can start a fire to build some shops and houses."

Hegu Town is not poor and has valuable specialties.

For example, smelted copper, honeycomb coal, and burned lime are all popular goods that are easy to circulate.

Among the recyclable resources, uncultivated land, the fishery of Changhu Lake, and the technology of clay pottery making are all rare treasures.

Imon was very satisfied after hearing this and felt that the future was bright.

He glanced back and raised an eyebrow: "It's grown now. You don't have to hold it all the time."

"Meow!"

The fat cat hung its head and huffed in dissatisfaction.

It is only two months old and is still a cub.

Johanna rubbed the cat's head and gently placed it on the ground: "It's too sticky to me."

"This is the Shadowcat, a ruthless predator at the top of the food chain."

Aemon just shook his head.

He was originally going to raise the baby himself, but there was a racist rat in his bag.

Thinking that Johanna is also a noble lady, raising a cat can cultivate her temperament.

Who would have thought that this cat would be ruined.

……

Blacksmiths Guild.

A stone-roofed house built at the foot of the mountain northwest of Valley City.

"Prince."

There were quite a few people in the stone house, and when they saw His Royal Highness the Prince, they all nodded and greeted him.

They were all men as strong as iron towers, shirtless and wielding hammers.

Aemon blended in and had a stove to himself.

Ding dong!

He swung the hammer and hit a sword blank, causing a violent spark.

"After repeated forging ninety-nine times, the hardness becomes increasingly brittle."

Aemon wondered to himself.

After a month of settling down, he changed his job and became a glorious blacksmith.

I wanted to imitate the [Bronze Shield] I exchanged for and study the ancient runes.

Unfortunately, current forging technology is relatively backward.

Making a piece of steel a hundred times is full of difficulties.

An unexpected result led to the creation of a simple dragon-mouth plow.

"The problem still lies in the materials."

Aemon pondered for a long time and finally came to a conclusion.

His Royal Highness the Prince said nothing and no one else dared to disturb him.

Aemon looked around and called up the [Magic Essence Panel].

Aemon Targaryen

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragon King of Old Valyria (41.5%)

Skills: Binding Spell "Cripple" (proficient), Archery (Always Hitting the Target), Empty Hands (proficient)...

Magic Cards: Strong and Robust (Blue), Solid as a Rock - Intermediate (Purple), Kingly Temperament (Purple)
Equipment: Dual Valyrian daggers, Sapphire Amulet (2/3), Bronze Shield

Pets: Golden-nosed Rat (blue), White Deer (auspicious animal)

Holy Relic: Bronze Sacred Tree (Purple)
Comment: "The bloodline is improving steadily. You can try to learn advanced dragon taming skills."

There is no change, except for the addition of a [Holy Object Column] to the personal panel.

The bronze sacred tree has been rooted in the dragon's nest for a month, but it has not grown at all, and no one knows what the mystery is.

With a thought, he flipped over the card panel.

One white, one blue and one gray.

The white card is an ordinary iron sword, and the gray card is a gray-haired rat.

Aemon glanced straight over and looked at the brilliant blue card.

[Mithril Beans]: A special magical material, the lost secret of the fire wizard.

Exchange price: 300 Essence points.

Aemon hesitated for a moment, his eyes glancing at the golden hourglass:
[Number of essences: 347]

It’s enough, but not quite enough.

Aemon gritted his teeth and poked his finger forward.

Boo!
The blue card shattered in an instant, turning into dots of light blue light, which swayed and fell into his hand.

Yimon's palm felt cold, and a silver-gray metal ball the size of a soybean appeared.

"Is this thing worth 300 essence points?"

His eyebrows were twisted into a knot, and he pinched the mithril bean with two fingers and placed it in front of his eyes to observe.

If you pinch it, it's as soft and elastic as rubber.

Bang!

After a hit with the hammer, the mithril bean became smooth and intact, with a small hole appearing on the hammer surface.

"It's a bit interesting."

Aemon was amazed and raised it to his eyes again.

The Mithril beans are like solid liquid, and ripples will appear when shaken. The thickness of the metal can be seen in a place away from light.

Considering that a finished [Bronze Armor] only costs 300 Essence Points.

This soybean-sized piece of mithril is obviously very precious.

"Is His Royal Highness in there?"

Suddenly, a familiar annoying voice came from outside.

Cole, dressed in silver armor and a white robe, stopped a blacksmith and asked him seriously.

The blacksmith was a member of the Pyrotechnic clan and had no idea of ​​the Kingsguard.

With a cold snort, he turned around and gave the other person a look at the back of his head.

"you……"

Cole was stunned and suffered a loss.

"Are you looking for the King?"

Aemon put away the mithril beans, clapped his hands and walked out of the hearth.

Cole was stunned when he saw this, and quickly saluted: "Your Highness, I am here on the orders of the King to pick up Her Royal Highness the Princess to continue the tour." As he spoke, he handed over a handwritten letter from the King.

Aemon nodded slightly, took the letter and began to read.

It was my uncle's handwriting, a small sheet of yellowed paper filled with High Valyrian.

Or encrypted letter.

Aemon read it over, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

No wonder it's encrypted in High Valyrian.

My uncle usually has the image of a tolerant, kind and smiling good guy.

When it comes to letters, his literary skills are truly extraordinary.

The insults were powerful enough to fill two pages with accusations that he and Rhaenyra were not doing their jobs.

Just by looking at it, Iemon felt like he was drowning in blood.

If I were scolded in person, I would be completely defeated on the spot.

Seeing the prince's face turn pale, Cole said, "The princess has read the letter and said she will come back as soon as possible."

According to what he saw with his own eyes.

When the princess saw the letter, her expression was even more interesting than the prince's.

Aemon digested it for a while, then said seriously, "I understand. There is a celebratory dinner in Riverdale tonight. I will discuss it with Rhaenyra."

"The princess's procession is here and can set off at any time."

Cole nodded and turned to get ready.

"Tsk tsk, uncle has great writing skills."

Aemon glanced at the letter once more, then threw it into the oven and burned it.

It made my day miserable.

"Before leaving, I have to give you a parting gift."

Aemon picked up the hammer again and his eyes fell on the sword blank that had been forged ninety-nine times.

Bang! Bang!
The sound of clanging and dinging continued as the wind hammer was used.

……

In the evening, the sun sets.

A celebratory dinner was held at the newly completed third unnamed main hall.

Johanna was in charge of the decoration and Sir Steve was in charge of welcoming the guests.

"Princess."

Johanna came forward to greet them personally.

Rhaenyra forced a smile and dragged her tired body into the venue.

Road construction was not easy to begin with, and a letter from her father became the last straw that broke the camel's back for the female dragon.

The curse was too dirty.

She is the first-born daughter.

"Sir."

When Kerr saw his senior Steve, he nodded as a greeting.

Seeing his comrades after a long time, Steve went up to greet them.

Cole held his head high and chatted idly.

This Iron Guard senior who is far away from King's Landing is already at the bottom of the list in terms of status.

I hope to regain some of my former sense of honor through chatting.

Soon, other people arrived.

Janesfu, Maester Mukun, Adrian and William, Gunthor and Sir Ryan...

Even Matthew, the old foreign craftsman in the Prince’s Camp, and the two old men, Heigu and Xiaga, in the prisoner camp.

The three old men merged into the Blacksmith Guild, overseeing the construction of River Valley City and River Valley Town, and could be called core members.

The sun had completely set and the dinner was officially held.

Iamon had greeted in advance, but had not shown up yet.

Rhaenyra sat in a corner of the hall, sipping a glass of golden wine from the Arbor Island, with her head lowered in a depressed mood.

"Princess, His Royal Highness may be in trouble."

Cole stood by and whispered.

Rhaenyra asked in confusion, "Do you know where he is?"

Looking across the spacious hall, Jansif had invited some noble ladies and young men from the valley, and they were celebrating with singing and dancing.

She was guarding the place all by herself, feeling a bit out of place.

Cole hesitated for half a second and said, "At noon, I found the prince in the blacksmith shop. He was a little emotional after reading the king's letter."

He assured us with the white robe behind him that His Royal Highness' emotions were written on his face.

Not lying at all.

Rhaenyra hesitated.

Although his father’s scolding was excessive, is Imon such a petty person?

Just remove the word "ma", and that's it!
Rhaenyra smiled, thinking of someone whose heart was as narrow as a needle eye.

Then, I became sad.

Girls have complicated minds and are always sentimental.

Gradually, half an hour passed.

Rainier rested her chin on one hand, her elbow on the table, her head becoming increasingly confused.

I was exhausted both physically and mentally, and I couldn't hold on any longer.

"relative……"

Cole suddenly spoke, and the words stopped immediately.

Aemon arrived at some point and interrupted his greeting with a wave.

"Wake up, if you are sleepy, go back to the bedroom and sleep."

He poked the girl's forehead with his finger and tried to keep his voice as soft as possible.

Rhaenyra opened her eyes and was stunned: "Aemon, why did you come just now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his mind suddenly became clear.

Somehow, a feeling of grievance welled up in my heart.

In the center of the hall, young men and women danced together, and the atmosphere was warm and cheerful.

She sat there alone until she fell asleep, like an idiot.

"you……"

Rhaenyra bit her lower lip, wanting to complain about the injustice.

"Are you stupid?"

Yimeng interrupted the spell and said speechlessly: "I have informed you in advance. You are bored, so why don't you find someone to chat with."

"I……"

Rhaenyra's eyes widened and she pointed at herself.

"I'm tired after a day, and you don't even care about me."

Yimon spoke first and complained, "You two, father and daughter, are really heartless."

After saying that, he sat in the seat next to him.

He looked as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Rhaenyra: ...

Gods, who's going to take care of him?

(End of this chapter)