Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Blackwater Bay.

The sailing boat traveled very quickly, and we could see the outline of Dragonstone in the distance.

"Hey."

Eamonn stayed in the stern of the boat, sitting on a small horse, and swung a hard shot.

The fishhook plopped into the water, and the fist-sized bait made a nest like crazy.

"You can't catch fish like this."

Lanner approached quietly, her white wrist resting on the railing of the boat, her upper body leaning forward to reveal her plump figure.

Aemon glanced at it and said contemptuously: "The one who wishes will take the bait, do you understand?"

Are you catching fish?

Big mistake, what you are fishing for is your state of mind.

Lanner tilted her head and pointed: "The boat is moving very fast, and the fish can't catch up with the hook even if they smell the scent of the bait."

Aemon raised his chin and said confidently: "I don't need waste in my fish basket."

"It makes sense."

Lanner nodded thoughtfully, found a fishing rod, stood there and swung a rod.

She is even more capitalist than Eamonn, and she doesn’t even let go of the bait.

Aemon saw this and sneered: "You are not even worthy of the title of Nest-making Immortal."

His bait was mixed with urala grass, and the fish smelled it as if they were on drugs.

Why do you do that?

"Zhizhi."

The furry golden-nosed rat emerged from the collar, stretched out its little paws and pointed at the silver-haired beauty.

Quite a bit of a funny look.

Lanner rolled her eyes slightly and was too lazy to pay attention to either person or mouse.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The effect of urala grass is powerful, attracting a large number of fish to take the bait.

Eamon kept closing and swinging the club, flying busily.

Lanner was surprised at first, and then looked numbly at Dragonstone Island, which was getting closer and closer.

"Do you want to stay one night?"

Aemon asked suddenly.

Lanner was stunned for a moment: "What?"

Aemon drew back his stick again and said matter-of-factly: "Dragonstone Island! I can treat you to grilled fish."

The distance from Junlin to Throat takes about one day by ship.

Dragonstone is not far away and can be used as a transfer station if you are not in a hurry.

But Chaotou Island is adjacent to Dragonstone Island.

It is more convenient for Lanner to go home.

"Can!"

Lanner agreed decisively, put away the fishing rod in a decadent manner, and said with a smile: "You treat me to grilled fish, and I will take you to visit Longshan."

Aemon frowned.

He secretly said that this person has such a good attitude, the Air Force can still laugh when he is like this.

Lanner pointed to Dragonstone Island and introduced: "Two young dragons hatched in Longshan. One is shiny gold, and the other is ink-like cobalt blue. You must like it."

Everyone in the Targaryen family is obsessed with sex, especially the handsome dragon.

I believe my little cousin is also crazy.

Aemon's eyes shone, and he had indeed been tricked.

He really wanted a dragon.

The next best thing is to collect some magic essence by touching the dragon.

During the conversation, the sailing ship's course shifted.

Dragonstone is just around the corner.

"Hiss!!"

Suddenly, a high-pitched cry sounded.

Aemon was startled and quickly looked around after hearing the sound.

On the east coast of Dragonstone Island, there is a reef area not far from the beach.

A petite light gray-white dragon shadow suddenly appeared.

Eamonn watched carefully.

The light gray-white dragon shadow plunged into the sea, picked up a silver-scaled sea fish and flew out, then rushed up into the thin clouds and mist among the lightning and flint stones.

That's it.

With its psychedelic light gray-white scales, it is hidden among the clouds and mist.

A natural master of concealment.

"Do you know this dragon?"

Aemon said in a daze.

With a serious look on her face, Lanner pulled him towards the bow of the ship and whispered, "That's a wild dragon. It's best not to mess with it."

Wild dragons have weird tempers and hide whenever possible.

I don’t know when a wild dragon appeared on Dragonstone Island. It seems that it is still a young dragon.

Eamonn was forcibly dragged away. When he came to his senses, he said anxiously: "My fish has been confiscated!"

"I'll find someone to collect it later."

Lanner couldn't help but let the fish in the fish basket jump to the deck.

This is definitely not a small revenge for not being able to catch any fish!

…

noon.

The sailing ship resumed its course, getting farther and farther away from Dragonstone.

Aemon was lying on the railing of the boat, his fair face showing sadness and despair.

"My dragon didn't land on the island!"

He is ready.

Why not let him land on the island and start a vigorous dragon training?

Lanner was wearing a blue skirt, leaning against the railing of the boat with her butt raised, watching the joke nearby.

Aemon held out a hand, trying to regain the lost opportunity.

We were originally going to the island to rest, but my mother, Mrs. Leia, suddenly ordered that we must leave Blackwater Bay today.

"Mom, why?"

Aemon's face dropped, as if he had lost all strength and means.

Mrs. Leya's face was frosty and she said coldly: "Your father is back, and he regards his niece's fiefdom as his own."

The implication is that everyone feels dirty when they meet.

Aemon was stunned when he heard this and said in surprise: "Isn't he fighting?"

"Won."

Mrs. Leia said indifferently: "When Miss Lanner received the letter, I jumped over the wall in a hurry, broke into the Stone Step Islands alone to lure the enemy deep, and killed the crab feeder in a one-on-one duel."

Aemon blinked and looked at Lanner beside him.

Lanner nodded slightly, indicating that she was right.

"Seven Hells!"

Aemon slapped his forehead, wondering whether he was sad or happy.

It would have been a good thing for Dad Damon to return victorious.

But due to the relationship between husband and wife and father and son, it is really difficult to comment.

"Besides, uncle has just sent reinforcements."

Eamonn was helpless.

Alison told him that Uncle Viserys had a change of heart and sent troops to support his isolated brother.

He wanted to be a hero and restore the brotherhood.

But everyone forgot one thing.

Daemon was called the "Prince of Rangers", a synonym for cunning and bravery.

This kind of ruthless man who was full of epic colors and could be published in a book cannot be judged by common sense.

Lady Rhea crossed her arms and asked, "Come with me, or stay on Dragonstone?"

Aemon shook his head, "I'm with you."

"Very good, then shut up."

Lady Rhea seemed to be stressed. She was hot-tempered when she mentioned Daemon, and her words were sarcastic.

Aemon was helpless.

If he stayed on Dragonstone, he would probably meet his father Daemon who had returned victorious.

But the father and son had no feelings for each other, so there was no need to meet.

Woo woo woo--

Suddenly, a horn sounded in the watchtower.

Lanar felt something in her heart and said goodbye in advance: "The island of Tidehead is ahead, I'm going to get off the boat."

"I'll miss you."

Aemon was very perfunctory.

Lanar was amused and angry. She bent down and pulled to the same parallel line, pinching Aemon's fat face with her fingers: "I promised Rhaenyra to take care of you. I'll ride Vhagar and send you off for the last time."

Aemon had a unique perspective, and he was stunned when he saw the big bear that was about to come out.

Compared with her, Rhaenyra was shocked.

"Bye, I'll invite you to visit Tidehead next time."

Lanar seemed to be addicted to pinching, rubbing her white fingertips for a while, and reluctantly letting go.

Until the other party turned and left.

Aemon slowly came back to his senses and said angrily: "You are so presumptuous."

You pinch my face casually, just because you are so big!

He didn't go to Dragonstone, and his companions also left.

Aemon was discouraged and returned to the stern to continue fishing.

Targaryen men refuse the temptation of beauty.

Fishing is the truth.

Then, the fish basket at the stern was empty.

Aemon was dumbfounded.

The fish basket fell to the ground, without a single fish left.

"Where are my fish? Where are my baskets of fish!"

Aemon collapsed and wailed. Someone actually stole the fish from a child.

Carefully look for clues.

The fish basket was knocked over, and the wet deck had traces of burnt black after the fire, and half of the fish bone remained.

Aemon squatted down and picked up the miserable half of the fish bone.

Then, he tilted his head and looked at the clouds in the sky.

"Fish thief!"