"Wait, cousin."
Laenor is no fool and quickly blocked his path.
Aemon ignored him and asked Laenor, who was standing beside him, "Who am I?"
"What do you think?"
Laenor rolled his eyes, stepping forward quickly.
The future son-in-law of Driftmark Island.
A warm current passed through Aemon's heart, and he wiped the corners of his mouth. "Thank you for the hospitality."
But when he turned his head, his attitude changed. "Get out of the way!"
Laenor looked bitter but got out of the way.
The person talking to him was not his cousin but his future brother-in-law.
In other words, the other party had the right to deal with Joffrey.
William and Adrian supported Joffrey on his left and right, causing his head to droop weakly.
"Not awake yet."
Aemon treated him coldly and slapped him twice.
"Uh, ah..."
Joffrey suddenly opened his mouth to inhale, like a fish that has jumped onto the shore.
After a while, he looked around.
"My dear, why are you here?"
Joffrey was tense, and his eyes showed panic, fear, and jealousy.
Aemon asked in a deep voice, "Did you flirt with Miss Martha?"
"No!"
Joffrey's face was bruised and swollen. He shook his head and looked to Laenor for help.
But there was a flash of guilt in his eyes.
"You lied."
Aemon's face suddenly turned cold, and he announced, "I will cut off your tongue."
Joffrey was shocked and wanted to argue.
Bang!
Aemon punched him in the mouth.
"Ugh!"
Joffrey's head snapped back and he spat out a mixture of blood and teeth.
That's what you get for being stubborn.
It's not over yet.
Aemon grabbed his golden, curly hair and shoved his right hand into his toothless mouth, pulling out his tongue.
"Woo woo woo..."
Joffrey's eyes were full of horror, and he whimpered.
Aemon let go of his hair with his left hand and took the "Dragon Tooth" dagger out of his waistband.
"Wait a minute!"
Laenor was heartbroken.
A flash of cold light passed by, and a bright blood flower bloomed on the white marble floor.
"Ugh!"
Joffrey's eyes bulged, and he fainted on the spot.
Aemon stood with a blank expression, holding a bloody object in his right hand.
He turned his head to see Lord Orion supporting his brother and the old nobles of the Vale behind him.
With a flick of his hand, half of the hot tongue landed in front of them.
Orion's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly retreated with his siblings.
"Damn it! What the hell!?"
It seemed as if Aemon could read minds. He said lightly, "The death penalty can be avoided, but the crime of being alive cannot be escaped."
Sheltering will not offend the support of vassals and allies but will only deepen the negative impression of passersby.
His Royal Highness is clear about rewards and punishments.
Seeing this scene, everyone present was shocked, some even screaming.
The severed tongue was still lying on the floor, twitching occasionally.
Laenor closed his eyes in pain, trying to suppress his sadness.
He vaguely guessed why Joffrey had been drunk and behaved immorally.
He realized that Joffrey paid extra attention to his little cousin, and that his jealousy stemmed from love and hatred.
"Think about it more open-mindedly." Laena was surprised and comforted his brother.
The top position.
Jeyne's eyes flashed with fear, and she couldn't help but take a step back.
Rhaenyra stared at the shocking scene with her beautiful eyes wide open.
She was different from Laena.
Aemon had beheaded her fiancé, the son of the former King of the Bravosi Sea, in public in the name of a duel a long time ago, and Laena had seen it.
Rhaenyra had only seen Aemon kill the Mountain Clan.
The two situations are incomparable.
After dealing with the thief, Aemon replaced the "Dragon Tooth" dagger and strode toward the Corbray people.
"We accept your apology!"
Orion was shocked and quickly promised not to pursue it.
It's scary that one of our own would order a killing.
"Don't worry. I mean no harm."
Aemon stopped halfway and said to the frightened Martha, "I have accepted the 'Lady of the Emptiness.' If you're interested in being the princess's companion, you can join the Runestone City team after the naming day celebration."
Martha Corbray's face turned pale, and she looked timidly at the weirwood throne.
Aemon followed her gaze and asked, "What do you think, Rhaenyra?"
"No problem."
Rhaenyra agreed very politely.
She stood up, walked down the steps, held Martha's cold little hand, and said some comforting words.
Martha was very timid, but she admired the famous "Light of the Kingdom," Rhaenyra.
She quietly approached, feeling secure.
"Very good."
Aemon smiled lightly. "Everyone is happy."
His smile quickly disappeared, and he walked toward the closed door in front of him.
All the nobles of the Vale huddled near the door.
Seeing him approach, they all moved aside to make a path for him.
Aemon accepted this calmly and pushed the door open.
Boom!
Vermithor flapped his wings, flew into the air, and blew a strong wind.
Wolves were in front of him and tigers were behind him.
The nobles of the Vale suppressed their fear and retreated to the left and right sides of the hall.
The chandelier above them swayed back and forth, slowly finding its balance.
But no one in the hall dared to breathe.
The Next Day
Afternoon.
The celebration was over, and darkness fell.
Aemon returned from the Godswood and climbed the stairs to the guest room.
He had just met Vermithor.
Vermithor had scratches on his shoulders and neck, as well as burns on his abdomen. He had obviously been in a fight.
From his vertical, bronze pupils, one could see his contempt after the victory.
It was probably because he encountered a wild dragon sheep thief.
"Wild dragons are good at hiding, and the valley is not a good place to run to."
Aemon felt helpless.
Is the valley a treasure land?
Why do wild dragons all run here?
As he thought about it, he walked to the corner of the stairs.
Lady Rhea happened to come downstairs and praised him. "You did a good job today."
"Thank you, Mother."
Aemon couldn't help but smile.
"I'm not kidding. The way you handled it was very thoughtful."
Lady Rhea's eyes flashed with appreciation.
He protected his rights and interests while giving the Corbray family face.
From today on, the nobles of the Vale will view their sons differently.
At least the smart ones will.
"Okay, this sword is yours. Don't say I'm stingy behind my back."
Lady Rhea pointed to her son's waist, then walked away.
Aemon was slightly stunned and touched the "Lament" that had been lost and found.
It was the family sword of the Royce family.
His mother had finally passed it to him.
Did this mean that, in her eyes, he was truly qualified to inherit Runestone City?
"It will be mine sooner or later."
Aemon shook his head and laughed.
Go back to the room and draw a card!
The next day:
The wheels creaked as they rolled over the stones, and the people lined up to pass through the Blood Gate between the cliffs.
The nobles of the Vale returned one after another, and the people of Runestone City were no exception.
A few miles away in the wilderness, behind the Blood Gate,
The Moon Gate Castle was located.
"Hiss—"
Vermithor's indifferent pupils scanned the area. He lay on a hillside.
Not far away,
A dark green behemoth crawled on the ground. Its mountain-like body towered high, and a scorching airflow spurted out of its nasal cavity.
Vhagar is old.
Compared to young dragons, they prefer to avoid unnecessary activities after eating and drinking.
"Hiss!"
"Hiss..."
Syrax and Seasmoke stood in front of the old dragon, roaring at each other.
The stony wilderness has become the dragons' territory.
"I found Lady Jeyne, and she said there was no news of wild dragons."
Rhaenyra walked slowly.
Aemon joked, "The sheep in the valley are fat; it's only natural to attract sheep thieves."
The four of them took a walk in the wilderness.
After saying goodbye, there was nothing left to do.
Laenor was taciturn and not as active as before.
His disfigured and disabled lover was forced to return to his family by his sister.
He's single!
"Lady Jeyne is scheming, but she has an awkward and difficult personality."
Laena's voice was gentle.
The naming day celebration was supposed to be the day Jeyne Arryn chose a husband.
But something went wrong.
Jeyne refused all the men who proposed to her and closed the gates of the Eyrie tightly, as if she were defending the city.
Aemon nodded, his attention distracted.
[Aemon Targaryen]
Talent: Dreamer (Gold)
Bloodline: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (43%)
Skills: Archery (Always Hits the Target), Riding (Top Level), Swordsmanship (Excellent)
Witchcraft: Binding Spell, Remnant (Mastery), Solid Rune (Proficient), Empty Hands (Proficient).
Magic Cards: Strong Body (Blue), Solid as a Rock (Intermediate, Purple), King's Temperament (Purple)
Forces: Riverdale Town (main city), Black Rose Hall (subsidiary)
Equipment: Lament, Lady Forlorn, Broken Horn, Dual Valyrian Daggers, Sapphire Amulet (2/3).
Pets: Golden-nosed Rat (blue), White Deer (auspicious beast)
Comment: "You seem to be facing a small decision that will lead to a bigger one."
The panel flipped.
White mist emerged and three card-shaped phantoms appeared.
Two cards were turned over; both were green-quality items.
One card remained, but the card drawing was washed away, leaving only a phantom filled with mist.
Below the panel,
Next to the golden funnel was the number 2720.
Originally, there were 3,210 points of magic essence. Explore Lady Forlorn to obtain 10 points of magic essence.
There are now 500 points less magic essence.
"Aemon, are you listening?"
Laena glared at him reproachfully.
"I have something to tell you."
Aemon pulled her over and approached Vhagar.
Rhaenyra frowned slightly and couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
"Hiss—"
Vhagar opened his heavy eyelids and saw the driver and the silver-haired imp.
In Laena's strange eyes, Aemon took out an exotic red fruit.
Secret treasure: blood fruit!
It was a surprise that appeared when the panel was refreshed in the early hours of last night.
"Give it to him."
Aemon looked at the huge mountain that was Vhagar.
Careful consideration is necessary for the distribution of the fourth blood fruit.
Vermithor's body has grown too quickly and has entered the sedimentation period.
If you continue to feed it, it will grow several meters.
Aemon considered feeding the fruit to its mate, Silverwing.
But he rejected the idea in the end.
Silverwing is docile and not good at fighting.
Besides, Silverwing is a masterless dragon who cannot experience emotions.
Vhagar is different.
He is a war machine, albeit lazy due to his age of over 160.
His mate, Laena, is more reassuring than Silverwing.
"What does it do?"
Laena picked up the bloodfruit and examined it closely.
Aemon said half-truthfully, "Feeding it to Vhagar can help him regain some vitality."
The specific effect of the bloodfruit is a mystery.
Gray Shadow did not grow significantly after eating it but became healthy and active.
Vermithor grew explosively after eating it.
Vhagar is too old, so perhaps the fruit can replenish its energy.
Bo—
Laena hugged his neck, found his cheek, and kissed him.
"Open your mouth, Vhagar!"
Then, he gave an order.
"Roar..."
Vhagar roared, lowered his thick dragon neck, and opened his huge maw, which oozed ambergris.
Laena smelled the aroma.
Gurgle!
Laena threw the blood fruit, which fell into the old dragon's mouth.
Vhagar's vertical pupils shone brightly as his massive body rose, shaking off sand and stones from his dark green scales.
"Roar—"
The old dragon raised his head and roared. His huge wings, which had holes in them, fanned out and created a strong wind.
Aemon raised his hand to block the wind expectantly. "Can I touch it?"
"If it were before, I'm afraid it wouldn't work."
Laena whispered softly, shocked: "Now it should be okay."
Boom!
Vhagar raised her dragon head high and spewed a puff of orange-yellow dragon flame with black smoke, as if venting her full power.
"Bend down, Vhagar!" Laena took a deep breath and ordered in High Valyrian.
"Roar..."
Vhagar glanced at Laena and lay down again.
Laena accompanied Aemon as he approached carefully and stretched out a hand.
"Roar!"
Vhagar's amber, vertical pupils narrowed sharply as he stared at the silver-haired boy who had entered his attack range. Flames accumulated in the depths of his throat.
"No! No dragon flame!"
Laena shouted.
Vhagar hesitated for a moment and closed the mouth.
Aemon was delighted and quickly stretched out his palm to touch the thick scales on the old dragon's neck.
They were rough to the touch, like unpolished steel.
At the same time, the panel prompt sounded.
"Discover a powerful creature with special magic and obtain a portion of hot fire magic."
An invisible red light floated out and circled around, drilling into his chest.
Suddenly, a familiar warm current surged through his body.
"My physique has been strengthened."
Aemon closed his eyes and carefully felt the changes in his body.
If an ordinary person's physique is rated at 10, then he has obtained 5 points, making his physical fitness one and a half times greater.
Balerion's skull, Vermithor, Dreamfire, Silver Wings...
—including the harpy horn of the Broken Horn.
They provided him with scorching fire magic and restless lightning magic, which strengthened his body subtly.
His current physical fitness is probably more than three times that of an average person.
"Roar!"
Vhagar moved his dragon head to the side, as if tickled by a small insect, and plowed a gully in the grass with his jaw.
He was sleepy and wanted to fall asleep.
Aemon took advantage of this and targeted Seasmoke, who was close to the driver.
After a while,
"Hiss!"
Seasmoke opened his dragon mouth and spat out a mouthful of orange-yellow dragon flame mixed with silver, burning a few sheep.
"Eat slowly."
Laenor smiled and stroked the young dragon's white wing membrane.
Aemon had already run away and called up his personal panel.
[Aemon Targaryen]
Talent: Dreamer (Gold)
Bloodline: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (53%)
Skills: Archery (Always Hits the Target), Riding (Top Level), Swordsmanship (Excellent)
Witchcraft: Binding Spell, Remnant (Mastery), Solid Rune (Proficient), Empty Hands (Proficient).
Magic Cards: Strong Body (Blue), Solid as a Rock (Intermediate, Purple), King's Temperament (Purple)
Forces: Riverdale Town (main city), Black Rose Hall (subsidiary)
Equipment: Lament, Lady Forlorn, Broken Horn, Dual Valyrian Daggers, Sapphire Amulet (2/3)
Pets: Golden-nosed Rat (blue), White Deer (auspicious beast)
Comment: "Your body is about to be unable to bear the burden."
Turning to the card panel, the golden funnel below shines brighter and brighter.
Next to the golden funnel was the number 2920.
"Dragons are powerful!"
Aemon's eyes were piercing.
Vhagar and Seasmoke each provided a portion of scorching fire magic, increasing the blood's purity by +10% and the magic essence by +200.
Evaluation column...
Aemon's eyes flashed as he remembered that the stone sculpture of the pyromancer had only sixty dotted lines.
The blood of the ancient Valyrian dragon king is extremely precious.
The Targaryens probably have no ancestors whose blood concentration exceeds 60%.
This is combined with the word "burden" in the evaluation.
It is likely that 60% is the maximum blood concentration, and exceeding it will cause unexpected problems.
For example, physical deformity, genetic diseases, and mental disorders.
These Targaryen family diseases are also common among the forty dragon Lords.
After all, the human body has its limits.
"But I feel good now."
Aemon clenched his fists and felt a trace of hot air emerge.
In other words, fire magic.
This magic is excavated from the blood at a deeper level.
"Hiss—"
Suddenly, Vermithor lowered his head and looked over. His bronze, vertical pupils were full of scrutiny.
Boom!
The next second, dragon flames poured into the air like rolling copper water.
When Aemon saw the flames, his heart stopped for a moment, then beat wildly.
Bang! Bang!
It beat like a drum, each beat heavier than the last.
Under the heart's command, blood circulated rapidly.
His skin turned red, and heat radiated from his forehead.
"Hold on!"
Aemon gritted his teeth and insisted.
A blood concentration of 40% means he can be exposed to magic.
A blood concentration of 50% — what talent?
It seems to improve one's understanding of magic.
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