Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Aemon paused for a moment, his eyes firm.

Swish, swish, swish...

The feather pen wrote down a name:

"Rhaenyra Targaryen".

The tip of the pen poked and drew a cartoon pig head behind it.

Marriage is a big deal, and many aspects should be considered.

He has a good impression of Rhaenyra, and Rhaenyra also likes the hotness.

What else can I say? Of course, it is the first choice.

In terms of their identities, the two are a good match.

An heir to the Iron Throne, but unfortunately she is a girl.

A young prince who tamed an adult dragon, but his succession order was downgraded again and again.

The two together make up for each other's shortcomings.

In one word, orthodoxy!

Aemon nodded slightly, and then wrote the second name.

"Laenyra Velaryon".

A cartoon rabbit head was drawn behind the name.

Apart from Rhaenyra, she may be the most suitable spouse.

Vormithor under his crotch, plus Vhagar tamed by Laenyra.

Once the two join forces, no one can think of who can compete with them.

Aunt Rhaenys and cousin Lanino are also dragon riders, so it's not too much to help at the critical moment.

In terms of hard strength alone, it's beyond imagination.

"Not very good, the sea snake is not a good old lamp."

Aemon frowned and circled the bad woman's name.

The Velaryon family is too involved, and rash contact will only bring trouble to oneself and offend the uncle.

Then, write the third line of small words.

"To be determined in the Valley marriage."

According to convention, a sheep with its butt sticking up was drawn behind it.

Aemon smiled and made a big cross.

Marrying the nobles of the Valley is the most profitable choice at the moment.

In this way, integrate into the power rules of the nobles of the Valley.

Unfortunately, he wanted to make money standing up.

"Dare to marry a girl from the Valley, will Daemon fly back directly from the Stone Archipelago?"

Aemon couldn't help laughing.

3. Future direction.

"It's impossible to gain a foothold in the Vale without friction."

Aemon's eyes were restrained and full of gunpowder.

Seize control of the Moon Mountains and undermine the Arryn family in the Eyrie.

And, subdue the closed and conservative Vale nobles.

"I am weak now and need allies, vassals, and subordinates."

Aemon wrote them down one by one, and the future is promising.

Suddenly, I remembered that there seemed to be a suitable marriage partner in the Eyrie.

...Hmm.

The possibility is very small.

A dignified duchess requires more when choosing a husband.

Not too strong, it is easy to occupy the magpie's nest.

Not too weak, it will become a stepping stone.

Neither of them has met, so it's hard to say whether they are suitable.

Knock knock!

The door was knocked and gently pushed open from the outside.

"Prince, we should set off."

Johanna was wearing a black gauze dress and her voice was soft and charming: "The nephew of old Maester Hughes is here, following most of the people in the southwest to migrate to the valley."

Aemon heard the words and stood up happily.

The parchment was rolled into a thin tube and stuffed into the green satchel on the table.

"Squeak~"

A little mouse opened its mouth and hid its master's treasure.

"Let's talk on the way."

Imon carried the satchel and traveled lightly with Johanna.

Walking out of the castle, they saw a bronze dragon lying in the distance.

Johanna's beautiful eyes were shining, and she said as she walked: "With this group of migrating people, the river valley will have the initial population."

"No hurry."

Imon smiled slightly, seeing through the other party's little thoughts.

It took a lot of effort to get this "black swan".

Who told my mother, Lady Rhea, to be strict and taboo her son from losing his virginity early.

"Roar!"

Womisol opened his vertical pupils, his huge body moved slightly, and a dull roar came out of his throat.

"Gurgle~"

Johanna's body was stiff, and she didn't dare to move forward halfway.

The famous "Bronze Fury", just a look is full of oppression.

"Give me your hand."

Aemon said, holding her hand and approaching.

In her panicked eyes, he pressed his hand on the bronze scales on the dragon's neck.

Johanna's face changed drastically, and her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

"Don't scare her, Wormisol."

Aemon concentrated and calmed his mind, and pressed his forehead against the slightly shaking dragon's neck.

To conquer a smart and capable subordinate, you have to show the corresponding courage.

Nothing is more shocking than a giant dragon.

"Roar!"

Wormisol glanced sideways, and the dragon's head was slightly raised, ready to set off.

"How is it?"

Aemon asked with his head tilted.

"I, I..."

Johanna stammered for a moment, a touch of surprise appeared in her eyes, and she laughed from the bottom of her heart.

She saw the sincerity of His Royal Highness.

Just like her burning heart at this moment.

The best expression is not language, Aemon read her excitement through her eyes.

The number of housekeepers +1.

"Hiss--"

After a while, Womisor roared into the air, carrying two figures into the sky.

...

It was close to noon.

In the river valley, at the foot of the mountain.

"How is the preparation?"

Emon strode over and asked the White Knight in charge of supervision.

Steve said truthfully: "The obstacles have been cleared, and the old craftsman has measured the uniform height of the ground and is compacting the foundation."

Emon nodded and roughly scanned it.

At the foot of the mountain in front of him, a flat open space with a length and width of half a kilometer was cleared.

All around were the stones that had been moved away, piled up like mountains in different categories.

Waiting for subsequent use.

In the open space, the surface is paved with a one-meter-thick mixture of sand, gravel and clay.

Three thousand people used wooden mallets or stone crushers to repeat the tamping action all the time.

"I'll give it a try."

With a thought, Aemon found the solid ground and stamped his foot.

There was a muffled sound, leaving a shallow mark on the ground.

Steve said: "Prince, this is all built to the highest standards and is absolutely solid."

"Barely passed."

Aemon was not very satisfied.

What can you do with a one meter thick foundation?

His strength was enough to create a shallow mark, which proved that the tamping was not thorough enough.

Although he did not intend to build a towering tower like Harrenhal, he could not ignore the hardness of the foundation.

"This is the level of architecture in Westeros."

Aemon shook his head secretly.

Put it aside here first and check the first batch of building materials provided by the card.

The location is not far, just a few minutes away.

"Prince, I have counted them all."

Johanna had a seductive look in her eyes and handed over a list.

Aemon took a quick look.

Bricks, tiles, beams, and grain are all available, and there are plenty of each.

"The quality of these materials is unexpectedly high, unlike products from Westeros."

Johanna said calmly.

"Really, how high?"

Eamonn paid no attention as he inspected the carefully stacked building materials one by one.

Starting from the bricks, each piece is one foot long and three inches thick. It looks like green bricks fired in the kiln.

The tiles are also not simple. The sound of knocking is clear and sweet, and the tiles are as green as leaves.

At a glance, there are hundreds of piles of bricks and tiles stacked separately, with no less than one million bricks.

Beams vary in quality.

The most precious among them are the twelve golden nanmu trees, all of which are rare treasures one meter in diameter.

The beams used as the main hall are just right.

The minimum amount of food is enough for three thousand people to have three meals a day for a month.

"As expected of a red card, building a palace is nothing more than that."

The more Aemon looked at it, the happier he became, and the depression he had felt just now disappeared.

According to the task list of [Qionglou Yuyu]:

1. Provide sufficient materials.

2. Recruit 3,000 people to start construction and control the construction period and speed.

From these two points, it is easy to see that he does not need to worry about material issues, and can even artificially speed up the process.

At this moment, the card shows: "Not fully activated, progress time is 1 year."

"One year is quite fast. Rhaenyra's tour will take another year and a half."

Eamonn was so satisfied.

Don't pay attention to the words "inactive". It means that the palace has not been built yet and does not count as official construction.

When the time comes, he will activate the card, and subsequent building materials will follow.

"Prince, if Mrs. Leia asks, what shall we say?"

Johanna was always cautious.

is a problem.

Aemon rolled his eyes and leaned closer and said, "Just say I bought it from the Free Trade City. There is no need to answer anything else."

Cards automatically reduce the suspicion of others.

I asked if I bought it from across the strait.

After that, Aemon continued to inspect other materials.

Long lakeside.

It is a vast lake with green pods floating on the surface.

This lake is led inland from the strait and connected to a long river from the north, hence its name.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

A dozen old craftsmen took the lead, leading thousands of young boys and girls to work hard.

Some shoveled sand and clay, others fetched water, and finally mixed it into mud.

A yellow-faced young man wearing a coarse academic robe and tall and thin as a hemp stalk was supervising.

"Your Highness the Prince."

From a distance, I saw a silver-haired young man arriving with someone. The young bachelor bowed slightly and saluted respectfully.

Eamonn had a guess: "Who are you?"

"My name is Mu Kun, the nephew of Bachelor Xiu Si from Rune Stone City."

Scholar Mu Kun calmly introduced his origins.

Aemon's eyes flashed and he said calmly: "You are Bachelor Mukun. You are a famous name that I have admired for a long time."

At the end of the "Dance of the Blood Dragons", this person replaced the previous Grand Bachelor who had absconded from the Green Party and became the new Grand Bachelor recommended by the city.

He also compiled relevant history books about "Dance of the Blood Dragon".

"Unexpectedly, you are actually the nephew of old bachelor Xius."

Aemon's expression was calm, but his heart was slightly excited.

What is the most lacking thing in the river valley?

Talent!

Guilt appeared on Bachelor Mukun's sallow face, and he apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, Uncle Hughes sent me a message before, and I agreed."

"However, the school made temporary arrangements to repair it, so I continued my further studies in the school for another four years."

Aemon waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, just come."

He is generous on the outside but sneers on the inside.

If you dare to let me go for four years, you are just a skinny guy waiting to pay off your debts like a cow or a horse!

Bachelor Mu Kun was just starting out, and his mind was relatively simple, but his face turned to gratitude.

He raised his hand and introduced to His Highness the Prince: "You see, this mud is a mixture of fine sand from the lakeside and clay excavated from the mountains. It is considered to be the best among the mud."

Hearing this, Aemon thought of the materials not provided by the card.

Such as putty that acts as an adhesive.

These materials are relatively common and can be found ready-made in the river valleys, and there is no need to transport them from outside.

Just use local materials.

As soon as his thoughts changed, Eamonn looked at the finished plaster and asked, "Is it strong for laying bricks?"

Bachelor Mu Kun spread his hands: "We don't have any better materials."

"..."

Aemon's eyelids were twitching wildly, and he was trying to hone his energy: "You are from the academy, do you have a better plan?"

"Yes, lime."

Mr. Mukun answered.

Yimon seemed to have been enlightened and smiled: "Yes, burn lime!"

In the era without cement, slaked lime is one of the strongest adhesives.

With this thought, he turned his head and looked at the towering mountains.

Halfway up the mountain, a deep cave appeared.

"Hiss——"

A string was plucked in my heart, and a sound came from the dark cave, and a huge dragon head slowly emerged.

Build infrastructure, conquer mountain clans, expand the army...

Step by step, the prince is going to stand up!

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If there is anything unreasonable, you can raise it in the chapter, and I will correct it.

First of all, I am still a little unfamiliar with farming.