Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Aemon moved quickly, shuttling through the stairs.

Not long.

He reached the floor of the princess's bedroom and saw the unguarded bedroom door from afar.

Aemon's heart skipped a beat.

Cole was usually as loyal as a dog, but he would never leave his post without permission.

He walked to the door and gently pushed it open.

The room was luxuriously laid out, with all kinds of rare things placed on it.

Aemon glanced around.

The entrance to the secret passage behind the screen was not closed, and cold air was blowing into the room.

There was a rag bag on the round table, with a goose yellow long skirt on it.

He reached out and picked up the long skirt, the silk texture had no temperature at all.

It proved that it had been taken off for a while.

Aemon stared for a long time and smiled: "Rhaenyra, what have you changed?"

It's obvious, isn't it?

He threw down the long skirt and turned to leave.

People have to pay for their choices, although he didn't understand why those two people made such a choice.

He went out.

The cold wind blew at the entrance of the secret passage, lifting the long skirt that fell on the ground.

Bang!

The door was pushed open from the outside, and the figure returned.

Aemon's face was as cold as frost. He took off the "Light of the Kingdom" beside the fireplace and squeezed out a voice from his teeth: "Daemon!"

Anger does not need to be expressed in words.

Just release it.

...

Silk Street.

Under the night, bonfires illuminate the shadows.

The streets and alleys are full of stalls, and passers-by are everywhere.

There are many jugglers, who dress up as popular figures to attract attention.

"Aemon Targaryen!"

An artist wearing a crown shouted, showing off his knowledge: "The king's nephew, with the blood of the ancestors, is called 'Dragon Slayer' Aemon."

The audience cheered and asked him to stop keeping them in suspense.

"'Light of the Kingdom' Rhaenyra!"

"The eldest daughter of the Lord of the Tide, the Dragon Rider Laenaer!"

The artist spread his hands, and two men in skirts walked out from the side.

Then, representative figures walked out one by one.

"Everyone knows that the marriage of big men is crucial."

The artist was mysterious and exaggerated, shouting: "So will 'Dragon Slayer' Aemon marry a princess of a country, or the eldest daughter of the most powerful noble in the Seven Kingdoms?"

"Ah! I'm the queen, how dare you snatch a man from me!"

A man in a skirt shouted and threw the other down.

Suddenly, the two men dressed as women started to tear each other apart, and the scene was ugly.

"Hahaha..."

The explicit comedy performance immediately made the audience laugh.

There is no better topic to talk about than the gossip of big men.

The performance continued, performing an ethical drama.

A black-robed figure rushed quickly, shuttling through the crowd.

From time to time, it bumped into the goods of some unlucky merchant, causing a burst of scolding.

The black-robed man turned a deaf ear and walked into a dark alley.

As he walked, the hawkers and jugglers around him decreased, replaced by the lewd sounds of men and women making love.

A brightly lit stone building.

Those agitated voices came from inside.

Aemon looked up and revealed his silver-golden hair under his hood.

He had a shallow foundation in King's Landing and no mature intelligence system.

But he knew.

Where Daemon would appear.

He opened the curtain and entered through the door, and the smell of inferior perfume mixed with alcohol hit him.

Passing through a moon door, the hall was full of lewdness.

Men and women were naked and entangled, panting and shouting.

Aemon walked through the naked crowd and saw many figures he had met once.

"No, don't do this!"

A man in simple clothes leaned against the wall, surrounded by a group of prostitutes.

Aemon looked over when he heard the sound.

It turned out to be Cole, who was panicking and rejecting the prostitute who threw herself into his arms.

"As expected of a knight in a white robe."

Aemon said contemptuously.

Well, at least he found the right place.

"Hey, here comes a handsome young man."

One of the dignified prostitutes stared at him, shaking her thigh-slit skirt closer.

Emon whispered: "I'm looking for someone, and I came with him."

"Everyone who comes here is looking for someone."

The dignified prostitute had charming eyes, and her fingertips wanted to touch the face of the young handsome man.

Emon flicked his hand to open it.

The dignified prostitute looked up and down, and suddenly said: "You have grown so big?"

Emon frowned in confusion.

"At that time, you were only this big."

The dignified prostitute measured her waist and smiled: "I came with the girl you found."

Emon stopped talking nonsense and took out a bag of gold dragons and threw it out.

"They are on the second floor, in the same room."

The dignified prostitute put away her smile and retreated with a tactful look.

When she took the purse, she was wearing a silver ring on her finger.

Emon paid attention to it for a few times.

This woman is not bad, with brown curly hair, yellow skin, and thick lips that are very sexy.

But appearance is not important.

It was this woman who gave him a strange feeling of familiarity.

Aemon lowered his head and recalled.

A bit like...

The old procuress who had an affair with young Aegon and Aemon in the future.

"Is there only one brothel in King's Landing?"

Aemon was speechless.

Without wasting time, he went straight to the second floor.

Familiar second floor, familiar box.

Aemon approached step by step.

Before he reached the door, a harsh sound came from inside.

Aemon closed his eyes silently.

Bang!

He kicked the door open, and screams came one after another.

At this time, the room was in chaos.

Two prostitutes in scantily clad clothes were hugging each other on the bed, and they were the ones screaming.

It depends on the situation, I was just performing.

Aemon glanced sideways and saw Rhaenyra in the corner.

Rhaenyra was blushing, being grabbed by the hand by a scantily clad prostitute, watching the show up close.

"Aemon!"

Seeing him walking in, Rhaenyra quickly threw away her hand.

His face turned pale with fear and he ran away from the prostitute.

She was wearing patchwork clothes and her clothes were still intact.

Aemon caught a glimpse.

Nothing much to say.

Fortunately among misfortunes, I don’t have to kill my parricide tonight.

Turn your head.

Damon leaned against the door frame with a glass of wine.

Wearing a white shirt, her hair is slightly messy.

Before the door was kicked open, they were probably admiring it together.

Aemon's arrival caused a deathly silence in the room.

What is a surprise?

This is called a surprise!

Uh-huh!

Without saying a word, Aemon pulled out the "Light of the Kingdom" and put it against Daemon's throat, pushing it against the wall.

"ah!!"

The prostitutes screamed.

"go out!"

Without looking back, Aemon kicked at their silk skirts.

Several prostitutes did not dare to stay for a second and ran out holding their dresses.

The door is closed.

The atmosphere became increasingly depressing, even gradually chilling.

Damon had a premonition of something bad and tilted his head back slightly.

"Father, do you think you still deserve a title?"

Aemon's tone was calm and contained no emotion at all.

"what ever."

Damon said calmly: "I didn't expect you to bring anything to me."

He has a clear conscience.

It was just as promised that Rhaenyra would gain more knowledge.

Bang!

Aemon slapped him in the face with his sword and shouted coldly: "Damon, you are so pathetic!"

The person in front of me didn't deserve any respect.

Damon took a hard blow and grinned: "Boy, is this all you want to say?"

He didn't expect to be stuck in a brothel.

"No, there's nothing to say."

Aemon shook his head and laughed.

The bright silver sword edge moved forward little by little, piercing the skin on the neck, and drops of blood oozed out.

He wants to kill someone now.

"Aemon, don't do this."

Rhaenyra was terrified.

It’s over!

No one cares about her.

"Boy, I'm not as mean as you think."

Damon knew he was in the wrong and glanced down from the corner of his eye.

On the edge of the door frame, the dark sisters were standing.

He stared at his son's cold gaze and quietly reached out with his palm.

puff!

Aemon turned his wrist, and the sword's blade flashed with silver light.

Before Damon could react, a blood line was drawn on his wrist, and blood spurted out.

The blade has not stopped yet.

The white shirt was cut open with a stabbing sound, leaving a deep blood mark on the chest.

Draw an arc in mid-air and touch the rolling throat again.

Damon's face turned pale and blood gurgled.

"You may not know, but my swordsmanship is very good."

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Aemon's eyes were filled with sarcasm, and the blade of his sword slowly moved forward.

"It's pretty cool."

Damon was still speaking harshly, holding his bleeding right wrist tightly with his left hand.

His hand tendons were broken.

The hand holding the sword.

"Don't pretend it doesn't matter. You've never been a positive person."

Aemon shook his head, disappointed: "Is your obsession so deep that you can hurt everyone without any scruples?"

He doesn't understand.

The other party obviously has everything.

Why are you still so desperate?

Even hurting him, Rhaenyra, and uncle Viserys.

They are already each other's few relatives.

Damon pretended to be calm: "You and I want the same thing, there is no difference."

"For that iron chair?"

Eamonn couldn't believe it and said angrily: "Have you ever thought about how you will face everyone after tonight?"

The Iron Throne is so important! ?

They are Targaryens, dragons whose blood is thicker than water.

Tonight's farce is going on. How will their father and son face their uncle tomorrow?

How should he view Rhaenyra?

Daemon seemed to be stimulated and argued: "This is the essential difference between you and me. Viserys and the Sea Serpent did not attack you. They both like you."

His tone was indignant, and it was easy to hear a hint of jealousy.

Aemon was slightly stunned and said, "You should be lucky that you didn't touch her."

As he spoke, the sword blade slowly moved away.

He has seen through the guy in front of him.

A complete wretch who lives in the judgment of others.

In order to prove himself, even his own son is regarded as an obstacle.

Damon breathed a sigh of relief, not realizing the mistake.

Aemon treated him coldly: "What I want, I will use bronze and fire, not resort to dirty tricks."

This is the real essential difference between father and son.

Bang!

The door was knocked open and Cole broke in.

"Your Highness Princess?"

Cole was so busy that his hat was crooked.

Eamonn glanced at him, noticed the moisture in his crotch, and sneered: "Haha, what a white knight."

What a blast tonight!

These messy things have almost made him immune.

Cole's face turned blue and purple.

Thinking of the wolf-like prostitute, she took off her hat to cover her crotch.

"Let's go."

Aemon shook his head.

His heart died.

I didn't experience much family affection in my previous life, and I shouldn't expect it in this life.

Damon didn't deserve to be his father.

With tears in her eyes, Rhaenyra walked around the bed to the door.

Eamonn was the first to go out.

"Princess."

Cole lowered his head, blocking Rhaenyra from leaving.

As soon as the two people went out, they saw the figure in black robe coming back.

Bang!

Eamonn broke into the room and shut the door tightly.

Damon pulled off a piece of curtain and was bandaging his wrist wound.

"You scum!"

Like a lit firecracker, Aemon rushed over and grabbed the opponent's short silver-gold hair.

Bang!

He picked up his hair and hit it on the ground, and hit the ground hard on the back of his head.

Damon's head buzzed, and he suppressed a groan.

"Damon, you haven't raised me for even a day!"

Aemon turned over and sat on the opponent, raised his fists and rained them down.

He couldn't let it go, and the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt.

"Why do you do that!"

Eamonn questioned.

It was a shame for him to have such a father.

"Uh huh..."

Damon was hit so dizzy that he was unable to resist.

"Remember what you said to your uncle?"

Eamonn almost lost his mind and said angrily: "I am your son, and you treat me like this."

The fist fell harder and harder, hitting the face that looked quite similar to his own.

It seemed as if he wanted to pour out all his anger.

If he doesn't do this, he will never be able to get over this hurdle in his life.

Bang! Bang!

For a moment, the only sound left in the room was the muffled sound of fists hitting flesh.

at the same time.

Dragon's lair.

Under the dark night, the dome building continuously echoed the roar of the dragon.

The Huanlong people were frightened and patrolled around holding torches.

It was a giant dragon in the dragon pit that went riot, thus affecting all dragons.

Wow!

Deep in the dragon pit, the chains were violently pulled.

"Hiss Ka-"

There was a roar like thunder, and Vormisor felt the anger of the driver and sprayed out rolling dragon flames like copper water.

Boom!

The thick neck shook, and the fine steel chain was broken with force.

Wormisor was so angry that he suddenly raised his hind limbs and pulled out another chain.

Like a wild beast that had lost its mind, it rushed out of the dragon pit and crawled toward another dragon pit.

"Hiss... Karma..."

In the darkness, Corakxiu screamed sharply, as if the snake's body was full of tension.

Humans and dragons are connected.

It also feels the pain transmitted by the driver's body and mind.

boom--

Wormisor stood in front of the dragon pit, his bright copper eyes full of violence, revealing his jagged fangs.

Not to be outdone, Corakxiu roared and assumed a fighting stance.

A cruel dragon fight seems to be just around the corner.

The screen returns to the room.

Aemon stopped.

He was slightly in a trance, breathing heavily.

Damon underneath him was as angry as a thread, and his head and face were covered with blood.

The door banged and someone shouted.

Aemon couldn't hear clearly and stood up with his hands on his knees.

"Ahem..."

Damon coughed violently and was already unconscious.

Pretty resistant to beatings.

Aemon smoothed his blood-stained hands and smiled with relief: "I hope we can produce a parricide next time we meet."

After saying that, he walked out of the room in a daze.

He may be a little hypoxic.

"Eamonn, how are you?"

Rhaenyra looked anxious and rushed over.

Aemon turned his head away from her touch.

Rhaenyra was stunned.

Eamonn went downstairs without saying a word.

"Princess, we have to go."

Cole looked around, and there were people everywhere watching the excitement.

Without any explanation, he dragged the other person away.

In the blink of an eye.

Eamonn put on his hood and walked in the dark alley outside the brothel.

"Prince, it's about tonight."

Cole still has sense and knows not to spread the word.

But the situation just now obviously cannot be concealed.

"Leave me alone."

Aemon's voice was hoarse.

"But……"

Cole was furious.

boom--

Suddenly, strong winds swept across the sky, and the night turned completely dark.

Cole looked up in surprise.

A wide pair of brown wings enveloped the Silk Street, blocking the radiant moon.

"Hiss Ka-"

Accompanied by a rough roar, bright copper dragon flames fell from the sky.

There was singing and dancing in the brothel, and the next moment it was engulfed in flames.

"Seven Hells!"

Cole's pupils trembled.