Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

There are already people in the hall.

"Aemon?"

Lanner stood guard by the door and said in surprise: "It's really you who is here."

She said she heard the roar of "Bronze Fury".

Dragons have different temperaments.

The bronze dragon under Aemon's crotch prefers to roar to warn the world.

"You invited me, of course you have to keep the appointment."

Aemon smiled.

At this time, Rhaenys finally got away from her nephew and moved her shoulders as she walked.

"Your Highness, is the patrol going well?"

Someone came up to me with a respectful attitude.

Rhaenys replied: "There are no pirates except for a certain young and energetic boy."

As the "fastest dragon", Melias has the responsibility of patrolling the Throat in every war.

"That's good."

The man bowed slightly and moved out of the way.

Aemon walked to Lanner and observed the environment as a habit.

There were not many people in the hall.

The key figures Sea Serpent and Lanino are not here, but there are some familiar faces.

"Your Highness, long time no see."

The naughty middle-aged man who had just asked Rhaenys about it greeted him in surprise.

He has short, sparse silver-gold hair, shrewd green pupils, and is slightly stout.

He looks about thirty or forty years old.

Aemon glanced at the "red crabs scattered on a white background" clan emblem on his chest and suddenly said: "Lord Bartimus, is Crab Island still safe?"

He recognized people.

Count Bartimos Celtigar of the Celtigar family of Crab Island.

The members of the Black Party Council during the "Dance of the Blood Dragons" in the original world were evaluated as cold, honest, and smart, but all they did were stupid things.

"It's a great honor that you still remember me."

Bartimus looked humble and smiled gently: "Everything is fine on Crab Island. It will be even better if we defeat the pirates of the Three Women Country."

Aemon nodded slightly.

At present, this person is okay, not as bad as in the history books.

The last time the two met seemed to be at a palace banquet.

"Okay, you men have time to catch up on old times."

Rhaenys mixed a cup of red wine and called out: "Lanael, call your father and the others."

Lanner nodded obediently.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The big guys haven't arrived yet, but the little guys are appearing one after another.

"Prince."

Holden and others came as soon as they got off the boat.

Boom!

The hall door opened wide, and there was a burst of footsteps.

Eamonn leaned against the wine cabinet and tasted the low-alcohol fruit wine produced by the "Uncrowned Queen".

As far as the eye can see.

Collis was wearing a copper foil-colored formal suit, holding a scimitar at his waist, and strode into the hall with his head held high.

Behind him are a number of cousins ​​from the Velaryon family.

On the left and right are his younger brother Wymunde Velaryon, Lannar's fiancé and the son of the former Sea King of Bluffs.

"Oh ho~"

Aemon took a sip of his wine and glanced at his good aunt beside him.

He seemed to understand what the other party was saying.

Rhaenys wiped the bottle without looking at her nephew.

Aemon shook his head slightly, put down his wine glass and walked towards the vassals.

other side.

Bartimus went up to him and started chatting with Corliss.

"Lord Corliss, when do you plan to start the war?"

Eamonn came slowly.

"As soon as possible, pirates in the Three Women's Kingdom are becoming more and more rampant."

Corliss looked solemn, nodded slightly and saluted: "The Velaryon family would be very grateful if you could lead the army to help."

"That's good. I don't want to bet on whether the king's uncle will be angry."

Aemon nodded, quite satisfied.

No matter what the other party thinks in his heart, his superficial skills are very good.

Know that he is supporting, not merging.

His army was much larger than the entire fleet of House Velaryon.

To take the lead in the war.

"Is it you!?"

A blond young man stood out from the crowd and shouted excitedly.

"Quiet, Joffrey."

Another beautiful young man with long silver-gold hair held him down and smiled apologetically at Aemon.

Eamonn was stunned for a moment.

Isn't this cousin Lannino and his cut-sleeve lover "Kissing Knight"?

Why, I still hold a grudge.

"Ignore them."

Corliss spoke calmly and glanced back from the corner of his eye, frightening the two young men to pretend to be quail.

Aemon tilted his head and marveled: "It's different to have dragon blood. You can eat anything."

I don’t know if my cousin is a swordsman or a sword swallower.

"Dragon blood is a good thing, but it can also make people go crazy."

Corliss heard the sarcasm and said calmly.

Eamonn immediately turned around: "Auntie, he said the Long family are all lunatics."

Rhaenys wiped the wine bottle with her hand and glanced up at her husband.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.

Eamonn could vaguely see that what she wanted to express was: "Collis, don't be shameless."

So exciting!

"Ahem."

On Collis's tactical cough, avoiding his wife's cold eyes.

Bartimus took advantage of the opportunity and said, "Prince Aemon's action is to fight against the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom. Let's sit together and have a chat."

"good."

Corliss waved his hand, and the attendants brought tables, chairs and benches.

"Your Highness, please!"

Bartimus took a seat next to Aemon.

It's obvious that he has his own little plan.

Aemon was noncommittal and summoned several vassals to sit down.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

Lanner walked over.

"It's what I asked for."

Eamonn stood up and pulled out a chair, then pushed it forward when the other person sat down.

Very gentlemanly etiquette.

Corliss sat on his driftwood throne and witnessed the scene with his own eyes.

The obvious idea is that a marriage between the two families would be more beneficial.

But when he saw his daughter and Eamonn standing together, it felt like a big stone was weighing on his heart, and his already tanned face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Bang!

Someone had a bigger opinion than him and immediately started to protest.

Harold, the son of the former Sea King of Bluffs, was livid, glaring at his fiancée who was talking and laughing with other men.

The whole place fell silent.

Bartimus rolled his eyes and quietly moved away from His Highness the Prince.

"I'll come..."

Lanner saw that something was not going well and wanted to get up and smooth things over.

"No need."

Aemon held her hand and stood up from the chair.

There is no way to be kind.

If you want to support yourself on Chaotou Island, how can you do it without some blood?

"Who are you!?"

Harold stood beside Lanino and other young knights and asked aggressively.

Some people wanted to hold him back, while others looked like they were watching a show.

The fiancée was kidnapped.

If you don't stand up at this time, the lump on your crotch can be cut off.

Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

As soon as he finished speaking, Holden and others stood up suddenly and drew their swords one after another.

The sword body bloomed with cold light, fully chilling the atmosphere.

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Harold's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously clenched the hilt of his sword.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Put your sword away. We are here to deal with the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom. What's wrong with targeting a guest?"

Aemon signaled the vassals to retreat before Corlys could attack.

But the tone of his words was quite yin and yang.

Harold heard the other person sarcastically calling him a lost dog, and his face turned blue and white, and asked again: "Who are you?"

The momentum was more than weakened.

Aemon glanced at the long sword that was not unsheathed at the opponent's waist, and laughed dumbly: "We haven't seen each other for a few years, and my temper has become a lot worse."

I didn't dare to touch the guy last time.

Harold frowned deeply, then gradually relaxed.

He remembered.

It was the fat kid who dared to throw a knife at him at the banquet when he first entered Chaotou Island.

It seems that he is still a prince.

"It turns out to be you."

Harold breathed a sigh of relief and tried to keep up his face: "I remember you. You are Lanner's cousin. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

After saying that, he laughed awkwardly.

He also looked at the people around him to indicate that they were related and it was normal to be intimate.

"You sit down first."

Lanino couldn't bear to watch and pulled his friend hard.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"You're not entirely right."

Aemon didn't want to give up, and said slowly: "He is the second cousin, the kind allowed by the Faith of the Seven Gods to get married."

As soon as he said this, Harold's face turned from sunny to cloudy.

"Are you angry?"

Aemon asked in a pretentious manner.

He looks like a robber and bully who steals wives and daughters.

Corliss sat upright, his expression changing, his knuckles turning white.

A conflict at this time would be very detrimental to the family.

He glanced furtively at his wife.

Rhaenys leaned against the wine cabinet as always, holding a double volume of red wine and tasting it carefully.

No emotion at all.

The pressure put Harold in a position of anger.

Seeing the boy who had been rude to him step by step, and the mocking glances gathered around him, all kinds of ridicule seemed to ring in his ears.

It's like the cynicism of those who refused to come to him for help after his father was assassinated.

He clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, breathing heavily.

"You're angry, aren't you?"

Aemon smiled.

If it's not enough, add more fire.

Suddenly he held Lanner's cheek and kissed her red lips.

"Hmm~~"

Lanner's beautiful eyes widened, completely unexpected.

Everyone present was stunned.

"Enough!!"

Harold was shocked and angry, and shouted with red eyes: "You adulterers and adulterers, you are betraying the gods."

He kicked the chair out of the way and pulled out the sword from his waist.

The golden hilt of his long sword rang with large and small red gems.

The tip of the sword was aimed at the two kissing people, and he wanted to strike at them immediately.

"Your fiancée is very smooth."

Aemon curled up the corners of his mouth slightly, let go of his pretty face that was flushed, and wiped away a wisp of water with his fingers.

"Asshole, you are a scum!"

Harold felt humiliated and his features twisted with jealousy.

"You want to duel me?"

Aemon spoke quickly, with a cold light in his eyes.

Before everyone could recover, he ducked and rushed forward.

"you……"

Harold was horrified and raised his golden sword high.

He suddenly woke up.

The so-called provocations were directed at him from the beginning.

However, it was too late.

puff!

The silver-grey cold light disappeared in an instant, and the great head flew into the air.

Harold felt a chill on his neck and suddenly saw the hall door behind him.

"ah!!"

Lanino exclaimed and pulled his lover back.

It's late again.

A head fell to the ground with a bang, and blood spurted out like spring water, splashing all over them.

Provoking screams and shouts from those around him.

The opposite of corpse.

Aemon's eyes were introverted, he held the clan sword in his hand and "lamented", maintaining the posture of wielding the sword.

The speed of the action is frightening.

"Come quickly, disarm him!"

I don't know who shouted.

An atmosphere of fear filled the air, and a group of guards rushed in from outside the hall.

"No need."

Aemon was calm and composed, pressing down the cross-shaped clan sword "Lament" in his hand, wiping the blood on the corpse's clothes.

His purpose has been achieved.

"Aemon Targaryen, how brave of you!"

Corliss changed his face completely, stood up and angrily shouted: "You killed my guest, you violated guest etiquette."

When a guest is killed in his castle, both the owner and the murderer are cursed.

Moreover, the victim was killed in full public view.

"Lord Collis, are you deaf with your age?"

Aemon held his sword with both hands and said calmly: "He just agreed to duel with me for your daughter."

Dueling is an ancient tradition second only to trial by combat.

If you kill, just kill.

"You are forcing me!"

Corliss was so angry that he never expected that the other party would dare to kill someone in public.

That is the nominal son-in-law of Chaotou Island.

"He drew his sword."

Eamonn looked at Lannal who was covering her lips, with a smile on her lips: "Unless he is an eggless coward who can't even keep his fiancée."