Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

"Discover a powerful creature with special magic and obtain a portion of the scorching fire magic."

The panel system sounded.

Aemon only felt his palms warm up, and a ray of red floated out of the red scales, swaying and drilling into his chest.

A warm current surged in his body, and his strength increased a little out of thin air.

Subconsciously called up the panel.

[Aemon Targaryen]

Talent: Dreamer (Gold)

Bloodline: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (28%)

Skills: Riding (Mastery), Archery (Great), Magical Hands (Proficiency)...

Magic Card: Solid as a Rock +1 (Blue), King's Temperament (Purple)

Pet: Golden-nosed Rat (Blue), White Deer (Auspicious Beast)

Evaluation: "Healthy and developing human cubs, with a physique far superior to their peers."

Aemon took a look and purified his bloodline by 5% again.

Turn around the card panel.

Three cards, one gray, one white, and one green, are all useless gadgets.

Next to the golden hourglass: [Essence Quantity: 462]

After two months, I have accumulated a large amount of magic essence.

During this period, 10 points of essence will be deducted for each [Constitution +1] exchanged, and 80 points of magic essence will be deducted for each [Archery Expertise].

The rest are all displayed on the panel.

The benefits are great. Three [Constitution +1] will give you a strong physique, and [Archery Expertise] will instill the experience of a master archer, greatly accelerating the training of archery.

"Hiss!"

Korax shook his dragon head, glanced at the human cub with his vertical pupils, and felt a sense of favor for some reason.

Emon laughed: "It doesn't seem to reject me."

"Because you are my son."

Damon said confidently.

Emon blinked, thinking that his name was destined to be with Korax.

Damon saw through his little thoughts at a glance, and said nostalgically: "Its previous owner was called Emon."

Emon nodded silently.

I couldn't help thinking in my heart that since you are good to me, I won't think about inheriting your dragon.

After a while.

Daemon glanced at the sky and said thoughtfully, "Boy, I should give you a parting gift."

Aemon said unexpectedly, "Are you leaving?"

"What else?"

Daemon sneered and asked, "Do you think I will sleep in the sheepfold or the stable tonight if I stay in Runestone City?"

Damn bronze bitch!

Aemon: ...

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

In his previous life, he was not an orphan, but he was more like an orphan. He studied hard in boarding school since he was a child and had basically no family interaction.

This life is similar.

Suddenly encountering family conflicts is indeed touching the blind spot of knowledge.

"I fought in the Stone Steps Archipelago, cut off the idiot who fed crabs, and found a lot of gold, silver and jewelry in the cave."

Daemon said to himself, and it can be seen that he gained a lot.

Afterwards, he pulled out a short dagger with water ripples from his boots and waist.

"What is this?"

Aemon's eyes lit up.

Daemon looked down at his son and said, "Two Valyrian steel daggers, from the collection of a wealthy merchant in Volantis."

You don't have to guess, they were obtained by looting the pirate treasures of the Three Women's Kingdom.

Daemon turned the daggers with both hands and smacked his lips: "It's too short for me. I wanted to sell it to Pentos for some money, so I'd rather leave it to you for fun."

After that, he handed over the two daggers.

Aemon took them with both hands with a serious look.

"Discovered an item containing magic, gain magic essence +5..."

The panel prompt sounded twice, and a total of 10 magic essence was gained.

Aemon didn't care about this, his eyes were fixed on the two daggers.

They were both very short, with a length of 23 cm.

They were made of Valyrian steel, even the handle and the blade were the same, and the handle was wrapped with special hemp rope to prevent slipping.

The daggers were covered with water ripples, and they seemed to flow with slight ripples in the sun.

Each shape has its own characteristics.

One is as straight as a needle, and it feels like a sharp dragon tooth in the hand.

The tip of one is curved, like the flexible claws of a giant dragon.

"How is it, do you like it?"

Daemon looked down at his son's expression and spoke High Valyrian again: "Now, you and I have a part of our ancestors."

Aemon glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw his hand on the sword at his waist.

The hilt is slender, and the hilt is like a pair of dragon wings.

The family sword of the Targaryen family, "Dark Sister".

Aemon retracted his gaze, holding the dagger with his left and right hands, and answered in the same language: "Yes, it's just right."

He is not stupid enough to believe the so-called too short to sell for money.

Dad Daemon is a proud man, and he has a high degree of recognition of the ancient Valyrian blood flowing in his veins.

In short.

It is to look down on everyone except Targaryen equally.

This can be seen from the fact that he took the initiative to guide Aemon to communicate in High Valyrian.

Seeing his son using the daggers well, Daemon nodded with satisfaction: "They are yours."

Aemon smiled and suggested: "I want to give them names."

Unconsciously, the relationship between father and son became closer.

Perhaps this is the power of money.

Daemon said indifferently: "It's up to you."

Aemon listened and carefully observed the two small daggers. The more he looked at them, the more satisfied he was.

He was not old enough to use a sword, especially he could never learn to hold a sword with both hands.

On the contrary, the two daggers were easy to use and carry.

He held one in each hand and used them as if they were his arms.

"Let's call them Dragon Tooth and Dragon Claw."

Aemon thought divergently and came up with two simple and crude names. He said happily: "One is as sharp as a tooth, and the other is as curved as a toe."

Daemon smiled and turned to climb onto the dragon's back.

Aemon took two steps back, feeling reluctant to give up.

"We'll meet soon."

Damon said meaningfully.

"Hiss!"

Korakxiu stretched his neck and let out a sharp hiss that echoed, like a snake's body rising vertically into the air.

Fly high into the sky and disappear into the clouds.

Aemon was blown away by the wind and couldn't open his eyes, thinking about the other party's words in his mind.

Where to meet?

The other party was sure that he had a good stay in the valley and would never come back.

Then there are only King's Landing and Dragonstone.

"Forget it, there's no point in thinking too much."

Aemon put away the two small daggers, feeling warm in his heart.

Father and son have a good rapport.

He didn't ask about the other party's self-proclaimed king of the strait on the Stepstone Islands, nor did the other party point out his current situation.

He even felt that the other party agreed with his independent thoughts.

"Weird."

Aemon muttered and returned to Runestone City.

…

That night.

Aemon had been dreaming for a long time.

The sky was overcast, the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur, and hot air currents blew through it from time to time.

A towering active volcano.

The mountain is covered with withered green vegetation, and thick smoke billows from the crater.

Looking up, there is no human habitation for more than ten miles.

Aemon's brain shut down for a moment, and he felt panicked.

After a while, I realized that the surrounding environment looked familiar.

"This is Longshan?"

Aemon was greatly puzzled.

Longshan is on Dragonstone Island!

Rumble——

Suddenly, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and thick black smoke came out of Longshan.

Judging from the posture, it is about to erupt.

Aemon was startled and turned to run.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Longshan towered into the clouds, red light emerged from the crater, and erupted suddenly.

Wow!

Aemon raised his eyes and froze.

What spewed out was not magma, but billowing copper water with a bright golden color.

The copper water is like a torrent of broken embankments, lapping like waves.

Aemon's hands and feet were cold, and there was only one thought in his mind.

It’s over!