Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Aemon smiled and walked back to the crowd slowly.

The same old saying.

At the critical moment, be alert and don't lose face!

The brave enjoy everything first, and courage needs no words.

"Mom, there are probably slaves on the ship."

Aemon reminded.

Lady Rhea was still immersed in shock and stared at her silly son for a while, as if she had just met him for the first time.

"Prince, you are simply a reincarnation of a warrior."

Sir Steve was so excited that he couldn't think of other words to praise the shocking act.

Can I only say that he is worthy of Daemon's blood?

Or, it's really as the rumors say.

When every Targaryen is born, the gods will toss a coin to decide whether he is crazy or great.

"Hush!"

Aemon put his finger on his lips and said calmly: "Praise the dragon, ser."

He is not a child anymore.

His Royal Highness needs a dragon and a fiefdom, and then build a strong town to make it a rich place.

Words of praise are outdated and not as good as actual benefits.

Sir Steve suppressed his excitement, nodded vigorously, and stayed by the prince's side.

At this time, Lady Rhea came to her senses.

The sea was full of corpses, and she ordered the sailors to salvage the sunken ship.

Half an hour passed.

A group of young and strong men in coarse linen clothes were rescued and boarded the ship. They had tattoos on their faces and necks, and they were huddled at the bow with a cowering look.

There were probably hundreds of them, all slaves who were craftsmen.

There were all kinds of craftsmen, and they could be identified by the tattoos on their bodies.

Among them, there was a young girl with a torn dress, who looked like the daughter of a noble lord.

Aemon looked at her and secretly thought about how rare the craftsmen were.

As for the beautiful girl with long black hair...

Sorry!

Targaryen men are only interested in silver-haired women riding dragons.

"Prince, look at what this is."

Sir Steve pried open a box, and inside was a black bone bow.

The bone bow was not a longbow, but a highly skilled recurve bow.

The whole body was as black as ink, with sharp corners at both ends, and the bowstring was the tendons of some powerful creature.

"Dragon bone bow!"

Aemon recognized it at a glance and took the black bone bow that was as tall as his body.

It felt heavy in my hand, not cold but warm.

The panel prompt sounded at the right time.

"Found an item containing rare magic, get magic essence +1."

Aemon was stunned when he heard the voice, and there was an unexpected gain.

On second thought, it was normal for dragon bones to have some magic left, and it was even more precious when made into weapons.

It was no lower than bronze armor.

Sir Steve said happily: "This batch of slaves was sold to Pentos, and this dragon bone bow is even more precious."

"Thank you, sir."

Aemon smiled and hugged the heavy dragon bone bow.

As the name suggests, the bow is made of dragon bones.

On the other side of the strait sea, dragon bones and dragon horns are precious things, and they are often auctioned at high prices.

King's Landing also has it, but it lacks the craftsmanship to polish dragon bones.

The dragon bone bow in his hand is hard in texture and the details are polished perfectly. It is probably the work of a top craftsman of "Kohor".

Compared with it, the small wooden bow was destroyed in seconds.

"Aemon, come here."

Lady Rhea frowned and pointed at the slave craftsmen: "Tell them that they will be released in Seagull Town and fend for themselves."

These are foreigners who speak Valyrian.

Aemon obeyed obediently and acted as an interpreter.

After pondering for a moment, he took the initiative to say: "Mom, let's keep them."

"Runestone City doesn't need so many craftsmen."

Lady Rhea looked around, not wanting to support so many people in vain.

Aemon looked up and said seriously: "Leave it to me, they will always be useful."

More than a hundred craftsmen could not be found in King's Landing in a short time.

The valley is relatively backward, and it is time to use people.

Lady Rhea stared into her son's eyes, thought about it, and agreed: "They belong to you, and you pay for their food and drink."

"No problem."   

Aemon smiled.

Lady Rhea waved her hand, signaling the sailors to take the slave craftsmen away.

Then, she called over the fifty Knights of the Vale who were accompanying them.

Aemon's eyes were clear, for some reason.

Lady Rhea rubbed his head, showing a rare look of satisfaction, and said: "In view of your performance, these fifty Knights of the Vale will be under your command in the future, and they will be loyal to you wholeheartedly."

"Really?"

Aemon was incredulous.

A full fifty Knights of the Vale were already a force that should not be underestimated.

Lady Rhea affirmed: "People in our family are as good as their words."

Give it as soon as you say it, to build momentum for your son.

The blood cousins in Runestone City are complicated, and it is inevitable that they will oppose Targaryen as the heir, so it is necessary to lay a good foundation in advance.

Aemon was pleasantly surprised, and thought to himself that today was a good day.

It doesn't matter whether Dad Daemon comes back or not.

Dragonbone bows, slave craftsmen, and Knights of the Vale directly meet the needs of opening up fiefdoms, and a small team can be formed.

"You go down first."

Lady Rhea gave Gunthor a look, indicating that he should take his son to familiarize himself with the army.

The knights of the valley watched with their eyes and noses, and had no objection to being loyal to a young prince. Instead, they were very much looking forward to it.

The scene of the prince shooting the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom was vivid in their minds.

An eight-year-old child was like a reincarnation of a warrior.

The sailboat continued to sail.

Lady Rhea called the only girl dressed in aristocratic clothes and asked about her origins: "What's your name?"

The destitute girl showed her relief after surviving the disaster and confessed truthfully: "My name is Johanna Sven, and Lord Sven of Stonehelm is my uncle."

"Your uncle is an Lord, why didn't he save you?"

Lady Rhea had a strange expression.

Johanna lowered her head and bit her lower lip: "My uncle refused to pay the ransom..."

The rest was really hard to say.

If her uncle was reluctant to spend money, she would be sold to brothels in major free trade cities.

"Haha, Lord Sven is really unyielding."

Lady Rhea laughed sarcastically and asked, "I've heard of you. Do you want me to send someone to send you back?"

Johanna lowered her head even lower, obviously dissatisfied with her cold-blooded uncle and didn't want to go back and face the cold eyes.

"Then stay in Runestone City and be my female companion."

Lady Rhea knew her difficulties and took her in with good intentions so that she would not be homeless.

"Thank you, ma'am."

Johanna knelt on the ground and shed excited tears.

Aemon watched the whole process, looked at Johanna curiously, and then returned to the stern.

"Black Swan" Johanna, a famous socialite in Rees, half of the power behind the scenes.

She had a rough life experience, which was also inspiring enough.

The Royal Forest Hunt had heard of her, but she didn't expect to be accidentally rescued by her own family.

Then she wouldn't have to be sold to a brothel to suffer.

Raise her well, and she will be useful in the future.

The sun gradually set.

Facing the glory of the setting sun, the sea surface was rendered with a layer of soft blush.

"Ah!!"

Aemon stood at the stern and screamed.

The fish basket was overturned again, and the fish basket was full of fish.

Except for the charred marks, there was only a dead fish covered with sticky saliva.

It looked like the "fish thief" was full and vomited it out after regurgitating it.

"How dare you, I must catch you!"

Aemon's eyes were blazing, he sat on the small stool and started to cast the hook frantically.

Don't you like eating fish?

Then go fishing!

If you have the guts, I'll fish all the way and you can eat all the way.

I'll stuff you to death, you fish thief.

"Don't let me catch you, or you'll be in trouble."

Aemon thought bitterly.

Dragons are not tools, but highly intelligent creatures with flesh and blood.

Every dragon is adorable.

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