Aemon took a closer look.
The horn was only one foot long with cracks on the thin end. The whole thing looked like a bent horn.
Upon closer inspection, he saw that mysterious runes engraved in tiny handwriting covered the surface. The runes contained some special power.
"What is this?"
Aemon was drawn to the material again and gently reached out to touch it.
He remembered.
Later generations of the Celtigar family seemed to include a Valyrian steel axe and a horn for summoning sea monsters.
"Discover the remains of creatures containing special magic and obtain a share of the restless lightning magic."
The horn burst into a silver light that drilled into his chest.
Aemon felt numb all over, as if he had been hit by an electric current.
It hurt a little.
His muscles, bones, and membranes bulged as if they were about to explode.
His lungs pumped like blowers, driving blood throughout his body faster.
His body's strength was constantly condensed, like peeling off silk threads.
"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"
Aemon was stunned and stared at the broken horn.
Bartimos called out again and again to pull him back from his trance.
"No, I'm fine."
Aemon forced a smile after being in a trance for a moment.
[Call up the Magic Card Panel.]
[Aemon Targaryen]
Talent: Dreamer (Gold)
Bloodline: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (42.5%)
Skills: Binding Spell "Remnant" (Mastery), Archery (Hit the Target), and Empty Hands (Proficient).
Magic Cards: Strong Body (Blue), Solid as a Rock (Purple), King's Temperament (Purple)
Equipment: Valyrian steel longsword "Lament," dual Valyrian daggers, sapphire amulet (2/3).
Pets: Golden-nosed Rat (blue), White Deer (auspicious beast).
Comments: "You seem to have found something good."
Aemon frowned slightly and noticed that his bloodline purity had increased by 1%.
Turn over the card panel.
Three magic cards were revealed: one white and two green, both of which were useless.
His eyes fell on the golden hourglass below. [Essence Quantity: 877].
After exchanging Mithril Beans, 47 Essence points remained.
Three and a half months after Rhaenyra left, 770 essence points had been collected.
Touch the Valyrian axe, "Crab Claw," to gain ten Essence points.
The total should be 827 essence points.
However, it is now 877, proving that the Broken Horn provides an additional 50 worth of lightning magic.
"What is lightning magic?"
Aemon was confused.
The panel prompt, "The remains of creatures containing special magic," is the same as Balerion's skull.
However, the skull of Meraxes and the corpse of Cannibal did not trigger it.
"I'm so glad you're okay."
Bartimos breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought you were taken away by the horn."
Aemon said, "The origin of this horn is not simple."
"It's made from the horn of a harpy."
Bartimos's words were shocking.
Aemon searched his memory for knowledge. "Isn't that the god believed in by Slaver's Bay?"
Many strange gods are believed in around the world, and Slaver's Bay has worshiped harpies since ancient times.
Bartimos closed the box and said, "Powerful magical creatures like dragons exist, so what's so strange about hunting a harpy?"
The horn and the axe handle of the "Crab Claw" were taken from the same female harpy's horn and thigh bone.
At that time, the Empire still existed, and forty dragon Lords families coexisted within it. The ancient Ghis Empire in Slaver's Bay still existed and vowed not to surrender to the dragon kings.
As the predecessor of Slaver's Bay, the ancient Ghis Empire also believed in harpies.
During the last war, several harpies were summoned to participate.
These monsters are adept at fire and thunder magic.
Males have shackles on their feet and no horns on their heads.
The females have two horns on their heads, and their sharp voices are said to be breathtaking. They are very powerful and terrifying.
However, when faced with giant dragons driven by dragon kings, the harpies were crushed, leaving only their gnawed corpses.
Since then, harpies have become legendary creatures.
"I didn't expect harpies to have genders."
Aemon had a sense of déjà vu, as if he had heard this story before, and he was half-believing and half-doubting.
Bartimos smiled and asked, "Have you heard of Yi Ti or the Five Fortresses?"
"Of course."
Aemon is quite proficient in history. "The Yi Ti dynasty is on the eastern continent of Essos. The Five Fortresses are five fortresses similar to the Wall that they built."
He had specifically studied the part about Yi Ti in his history books.
Its customs and culture are simply a replica of ancient China.
"Yes, that's it."
Bartimos asked again. "Have you heard of the eight-thousand-year-old legend of the White Walkers?"
Aemon nodded slightly.
"What if I tell you it's all true?"
Bartimos said solemnly.
"The Five Fortresses exist because the Yi Ti people wanted to stop the indescribable invaders from the gray wasteland.
Similarly, the people of Westeros built the Wall to stop the legendary White Walkers.
Aemon's heart was in turmoil, but he pretended to be calm. "You have studied history so deeply," he said.
At least he knew the White Walkers were real.
Realizing that he was being too serious, Bartimos smiled and said, "These are not things of our time. You can treat them as a joke."
"No, I believe it."
Aemon really believed it and wanted to know more.
Bartimos looked up at the sky and sighed. "I don't know what exile Inar was thinking. After migrating to Westeros, he ordered people to burn all the ancient books of our three families. Much of our history has only been passed down by word of mouth, and even more has been forgotten."
The Velaryon and Targaryen families have been married for generations.
The closer they get, the less they can hide.
The Celtigar family guards Crab Island alone, and each family head can still grasp some basic information.
Otherwise, no one will remember the glory of the Empire."
After a sigh, he showed a sly smile. "If you are interested, the Celtigar family library is open to you."
"I will come."
Aemon promised.
He knows the course of history and has many doubts about mysticism.
For example, after "Dance with the Dragons" ended, why did the dragon eggs not hatch real dragons?
The hatched dragons died from various deformities and diseases.
If there really is a "magic tide," then the Targaryen family will undoubtedly be in a precarious situation when it catches up with the "ebb tide."
Seeing this, Bartimos smiled even more.
The Celtigar family has been silent for a long time, and it is time for them to return to the world's attention.
It seems the other party accepts his good intentions.
Aemon pointed at the box and said bluntly, "Can I borrow this horn for research for a while?"
"This..."
Bartimos hesitated and said, "It's possible, but it doesn't have the rumored ability."
It's a secret of the Celtigar family.
When the ancient Ghis Empire was captured, the Celtigar family was a lesser-known family under the command of a more powerful Dragon King family. They played a significant role on the battlefield.
After the war, they were fortunate to obtain half of the harpy's remains.
As we all know, the Dragon King family's most powerful force is the dragon.
The top Dragon Lord family hires fire and blood wizards to forge the "Dragon Horn" to control the dragons.
The ancestor followed suit, thinking that the sea family should also create a similar magical artifact to control the most powerful creature in the sea.
That is, the "sea monster."
The harpy's voice has the ability to capture souls, and the horn made from its horns has a similar effect.
After spending a lot of money, the ancestor only succeeded halfway.
During a voyage, the horn summoned a sea monster from the depths, but it could not be controlled.
The ancestor managed to escape with his life but broke the horn upon returning.
It was reduced to a mortal object.
"It's okay. I just like antiques,"
Aemon said with a smile.
Bartimos couldn't refuse and handed the box over. "Please keep it properly."
After all, it was a family heirloom passed down for generations, and he had feelings for it.
...
A few days later...
Many major events occurred on both sides of the Strait.
Prince Reggio of Pentos ordered the purchase of gold and silver utensils and hosted the grandest wedding in history.
Large ships from Pentos traveled back and forth across the Strait daily for this purpose.
Meanwhile, a small number of soldiers from the Vale were transferred in batches to be stationed in the port of Caslome.
At the same time,
The Driftmark Island maritime coalition forces patrolled the west coast of the Strait daily and frequently clashed with the Three Women's Kingdom pirates.
The activity range of the Three Women's Kingdom pirates was reduced, forcing them to the east coast of the Strait.
This was done to coerce and lure the Three Women's Kingdom into plundering Pentos.
Thus, they fell into the trap set by many parties.
Crab Island port:
Large ships moored one after another to unload their cargo.
Aemon sat on a sand dune, listening to the sea breeze and the waves. He concentrated on studying the broken horn.
He had his own thoughts.
Rumor has it that the horn can summon sea monsters. But would it work on a dragon? Could a keel whistle be imitated to convey instructions more accurately?
"Are you still studying this horn?"
Laena walked slowly, her long white skirt accentuating her calm and elegant noble demeanor.
Aemon curled his lips. "Isn't this the respected Miss Laena? When are you free to take a walk?"
His tone was deeply influenced by Lady Rhea.
"You're going to war. I have to come see you."
Laena wasn't angry, understanding the source of the other party's anger.
She had been hiding from Aemon all this time.
"What's wrong with you?"
Aemon glanced at her, and the outline of her long legs was faintly visible under her white skirt.
Laena's voice was soft. "Father told me that you are leaving today."
"Yeah." Aemon nodded.
Most of the soldiers in the Vale have been transferred, and he would set off on his dragon tonight under the cover of darkness.
"Are you going to wear this?"
Laena squatted down and tugged at his black coat.
Aemon raised his eyebrows.
"Is there a problem?" His Royal Highness has always followed his heart, saving lives one after another.
His skin is thicker than armor.
"Come with me," Laena said.
Laena pulled him up and turned back to the castle.
Seeing that Aemon did not move, she folded her arms across her chest and looked helpless.
With her tall figure and regal face, this expression was simply foul.
His Royal Highness was shaken.
You are a big bear; you are right.
Return to the castle.
In the simple bedroom, the maid was driven out.
Aemon was at her mercy. He wore black and red armor made of black steel and a big red cloak.
The diamond-shaped chest of the armor was engraved with three red dragon emblems.
The belt, shoulder armor, and wrist guards were carefully polished. Finally, he put on a helmet with dragon wings on both sides.
The moment he put on the helmet, his entire demeanor changed drastically.
He looked like a cold, ruthless, iron-blooded warrior.
"How about it? This is the armor that my grandfather wore when he was alive."
Laena was busy, and sweat broke out on her forehead.
"You should ask the maid for help."
Aemon couldn't bear to see her so tired.
"According to ancient Valyrian tradition, the first wife will personally put armor on her husband before he goes to war."
Laena wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and said calmly,
"Is the hide-and-seek over?"
Aemon teased.
"That was my mother's advice. It reduces gossip."
Laena silently tied his cloak for him.
"Then why are you coming out?" Aemon asked with a smile.
Laena paused and raised her eyes seriously. "I have to put your armor on before you can step onto the battlefield with confidence."
Aemon was stunned when he heard this.
In that moment, she seemed like a big sister who loved her younger brother.
Sexy becomes emotional.
"You're only twelve years old. This is not your war."
Laena's eyes were full of distress. She touched his young face with her bare hands and said guiltily, "My mother doesn't agree that I can ride Vhagar into the war. I can't safely enjoy your protection."
Aemon was hesitant to speak.
Laena stood on tiptoe, forehead against forehead: "Don't worry. We have plenty of time."
The engagement and arranged marriage her mother talked about were not as important as ensuring the safety of the person in front of her.
"Yes."
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