Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Larris walked towards them with a smile on his face.

"You looking for me?"

Aemon smiled and said jokingly, "After changing to a new scepter, I feel more confident when I walk."

"If I had a healthy body, I would be the first to give it up."

Larris smiled implicitly.

His Royal Highness's bad taste has not disappeared with age.

Iemon didn't know what he was thinking, otherwise he would be happy.

His Royal Highness the Prince spent half his life in the military and was still a minor when he returned.

"I heard that the king wants you to stay in King's Landing and join the Royal Council?"

Larrys chats like that.

Eamon stared at her and asked, "I heard that you went to see Allison this morning."

Larris's face changed slightly.

How would the other party know?

This serious tone seemed to indicate that he knew his actions very well.

"Don't be afraid, I just heard it."

Aemon's smile widened.

Larris was extremely alert: "Excuse me, who is it?"

"A little spider."

Aemon was equivocal.

Deliberately cast the hook to lure the "bent foot" to take the bait.

He was worried that he didn't want to be confined to King's Landing, and had to be "given" the position of regent by the Imperial Conference.

Laris has a hidden weapon on his body and has a special identity.

It's just right that it's delivered to my door, why not use it?

"From what I understand, there don't seem to be spiders in the Red Keep?"

Larris groaned.

"That's because you're not standing high enough to clean more corners."

Aemon meant something.

The news was spread by Bai Chong Xiaomei.

She had planted many "little spiders" in the Red Keep, who used to make a living by selling information but now monitored the court for Rhaenyra.

As soon as Laris entered the queen's chamber, the news spread.

Hearing this, a layer of gloom covered Laris's head.

Too clever by half.

He thought he was the biggest intelligence collector in the Red Castle, but he didn't expect there was someone better than him.

He was careless.

"By the way, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Aemon brought the conversation back on track.

Larris looked at him deeply and knew that the previous conversation was just a show of force.

The other party has already guessed the real purpose of my visit.

"My prince, please forgive me for my presumption."

Laris' eyes wandered, and he said in a low voice, "I think the situation in the Stone Steps Archipelago is unclear. The king is in urgent need of a stable source of intelligence. I recommend myself as the chief intelligence officer."

There are too many dirty things in the imperial meeting.

He doesn't understand the situation, so it's better to point it out directly.

"Sure!"

Aemon agreed immediately.

"I know, it's a rude request."

Larris was used to being denied, so he subconsciously tried to make up for it.

"I said yes."

Eamon emphasized.

"ah?"

Larris's brain froze for a moment.

Did you agree so easily?

Aemon asked without pretense, "I can recommend you, what will you give me in return?"

King's Landing is not worth staying in because there are too many people who are unfriendly to him.

Larris is a mad dog who can clear the way for him.

At that time, it will be up to you to decide whether to stay in King's Landing or not.

He must have the right to make his own choices.

"You mean..."

Larris bowed his head in thought.

In today’s situation, the Black and Green parties are still dormant.

If we could rely on Imon's Valley system, it would indeed be a good choice.

Judge others by yourself.

Aemon is unwilling to be inferior to others and will definitely usurp the Iron Throne in the future.

"How are you thinking about it?"

Aemon smiled faintly.

"I need to listen to your guidance to find the right target."

Larris spoke in a humble tone.

"Lord Leonor, I am trying to help you, but I am too unkind."

Yimon pretended to be sad.

"My father has always been burdened by honor and takes rules too seriously."

Larrys felt the same way.

"I need the opposing voices to be suppressed and this sensitive period to pass quietly."

Aemon chuckled.

"If the prime minister's eldest son makes a mistake, he cannot provide impartial advice."

Larris also laughed.

The two old sixes reached a consensus.

…

That night.

Rhaenyra returned from Silk Street and found Aemon who had done something bad.

"The Imperial Council disagrees with Mesaria being appointed as the Chief of Intelligence. We can try to get her back."

Rhaenyra was stubborn.

“Who would support it without any reason?”

Aemon's eyes flickered and he felt something bad in his stomach.

"You must have a way."

Rhaenyra saw the clue.

"I'll give you an idea."

Aemon pretended to think and said, "I feel a lot of dirty looks in the Red Castle. White Maggot Xiaomei is good at this."

There can't be two tigers in one mountain.

The two sides promised to start a fight between "Bent Foot" and the white maggot Xiaomei.

Fighting the Palace Cricket

"who?"

Rhaenyra's eyes changed slightly.

No one wants to live under surveillance.

Aemon spoke each word with emphasis: "The second son of the Prime Minister, Larys Strong."

…

The next day.

It was dawn and people were coming and going.

Noble lords from all over the country flocked into the city and headed for the bustling Red Castle.

Good news, engagement ceremony of Prince Aemon and Princess Rhaenyra.

Bad news, the engagement date has been postponed to three days later and the location has been changed to Dragonstone.

Red Fort.

Aemon slipped away to the queen's chambers, where he had some quiet time.

The engagement ceremony was supposed to take place today.

There was a sudden letter from Fushi City, saying that my mother, Madam Leia, wanted to attend.

There is no way, the time has to be postponed.

It just so happened that the imperial conference had been unable to reach an agreement on his position.

Give the two crickets time to exert their strength.

"Cousin, is your dragon big?"

Aemon was lying on the couch when he heard a faint question.

When I turned over, I saw Emond with a childish face.

The Red Keep was quite bustling today, and Allison, as the queen, came out to entertain the noble ladies.

He, the prince of mischief, is responsible for taking care of the children.

"Aegon said that your dragon is called Vermithor, and it is the largest and most fierce dragon in the world."

Emond felt embarrassed being stared at and his eyes looked timid.

Aemon shook his head. "Vormithor is large, but the largest and oldest dragon is Vhagar."

Emond's eyes lit up and he wanted to ask more details.

Seeing my cousin's stern face, I couldn't help but retreat.

After thinking for a long time, he opened his mouth and said: "Oh~"

After saying this, Aemond felt secretly ashamed and embarrassed for his own cowardice.

"Vhagar's first master was Queen Visenya, and his second master was our common grandfather, 'The Brave Baelon'."

Aemon sat up straight and explained, "That old dragon has a bad temper, but he is the founding hero of the family."

“It must be amazing.”

Emond was somewhat flattered.

"Of course, not everyone can gain Vhagar's approval."

Aemon chuckled.

Aemond nodded vigorously.

I think the more powerful the dragon is, the more ferocious it should be.

"You want to go to the dragon's lair to see the dragon?"

Aemon asked.

"No, I am Aegon..."

Emond's face flushed red and he stammered and couldn't explain himself clearly.

"Rhaenyra has been very busy lately."

Aemon waved his hand and said, "Call Aegon and Helena, I will take you to the dragon pit."

All three little ones have seen Wormisol.

As soon as this kid opened his mouth, he knew he had something up his sleeve.

I just want to go to the dragon's lair.

"good!"

Aemond was delighted.

I went out excitedly to look for my brothers and sisters, not realizing at all that I was the vanguard.

Aemon was amused.

Alicent is good in every way, but it's a pity that she is not a Targaryen.

Children want to contact the dragon, but there is no way to help them at all.

Then let him, the "core" of the Green Party, put in the sweat and effort.

…

Noon.

Aemon walked back to the gate of the Red Keep with the dozing Helena in his arms.

Aegon and Aemond were milling about at his feet, each holding a dragon egg.

In Aegon's arms was a brown-yellow dragon egg.

He was the one who threw a tantrum and exchanged the dragon egg in the cradle for it in the dragon's lair.

According to him, the golden dragon is beautiful.

The dragon-herder elder fooled him and replaced it with a brown-yellow dragon egg of similar color.

In Aemond's arms was a green dragon egg.

This is the dragon egg in his cradle. It is usually kept in the dragon's lair. He took it out today to show it off.

"Cousin, when you and my sister get engaged, can you fly us to Dragonstone?"

Aemond asked eagerly.

He wanted to ride a dragon and fly.

"Whoever listens, I'll let Wormisol give him a ride."

Yimon is well versed in CPU.

"Take me with you, and I won't feed my sister to the dragon."

Aegon jumped out stupidly.

Imon was stunned.

What are you talking about?

Without waiting for Aegon to realize the danger, he kicked her plump little butt.

Aegon's face turned pale with fear as he recalled the fear of being dominated in his childhood.

Already honest.

Without Aegon's interference, the atmosphere became harmonious.

Emond was like a follower and seemed to admire his tall and handsome cousin.

All kinds of questions popped up, and nine out of ten were about dragons.

I always wanted to get a chance to ride a dragon.

"Hmm~~"

Helena lay in Aemon's arms, her little head resting on his broad shoulders, humming in her sleep.

Yimon felt like he was holding a warm baby in his arms.

It's fragrant, soft and hot.

Although he is not even an adult yet, he perfectly plays the role of a dad.

"Your Highness!"

Suddenly, a Kingsguard came hurriedly.

"What's up?"

Aemon turned sideways and covered the little girl's ears.

"His Majesty is calling you. There is urgent information about the Stone Steps Islands."

…

The sea serpents occupied Tyrosh and declared themselves "Grand Lord of Tyrosh".

For a time, there was a storm on both sides of the strait.

Aemon was slightly surprised to hear the news.

Soon, the corners of his mouth curled up.

The nine free trade city-states are governed independently and their rulers have different titles.

Such as the Sea King of Bravs and the Prince of Pentos.

The Tyrosh system was relatively autocratic, and the ruler was called the "Great Prince".

Except for the eleven governors who joined the Three Women's Kingdoms, no one could shake the position of the Grand Lord.

During the period of silence of the Sea Serpent, only a few of the eleven governors remained.

He has become the real power holder in Tyrosh.

Bang!

Viserys was furious. He slammed the table and said, "Sea snakes are always ambitious. He is guilty of treason!"

"The sea serpent became the Lord of Tyrosh, and escaped from the control of the kingdom."

Lionel's face was gloomy. "For now, we should quickly mobilize the army to guard against the counterattack of the real Tyrosh Grand Lord."

The Tyrosh Lord of the Stepstones also controls a powerful navy.

Without supplies and food, they will inevitably plunder the continent of Westeros.

When it comes to using troops, Viserys is silent again.

He lowered his head and weighed the pros and cons secretly.

"If King's Landing doesn't send troops, the Vale will."

Aemon knew what he wanted.

While the situation is still unclear, it is time to fish in troubled waters.

Boom boom!

There was a knock on the hall door.

Cole said solemnly:

"Your Majesty, messengers from Bravs and Pentos have come to request an audience with you."

Boom boom!

At the same time, Ilic stepped forward to report:

"Your Majesty, eleven governors from the Three Women's Kingdom have arrived, hoping to discuss important matters with you."