Giving up the dragon's mouth plough forged by his own hands, he finally got rid of the enthusiastic peasant women.
Aemon returns to Riverdale.
From the outside, the two walls are beginning to take shape.
The outer city wall is built one meter high, and the blue brick wall is six and a half meters wide, like a giant dragon lying on the ground.
The inner city wall has laid the foundation and has just been paved with a thick layer of stone slabs.
A separate ring of urban districts was created between the inside and outside, which included the small villages originally established by the people.
It faces the mountains to the west and the lake to the east.
The north and south doors of Hegu Town are opened, and the four towering city gates are reserved in the southeast, southwest, northeast and northwest respectively.
In order to save trouble, Aemon named the four gates after the characteristics of the four dragons in the valley.
The southeast side is used as the main city gate, and it is named "Bronze Gate".
The rest are called "Silver Wing Gate", "Harvest Gate", and "Fishing Gate".
"Copper ore was found under the high mountain, and when the copper ore was officially mined, the materials for the bronze door will be available."
Aemon groaned.
Johanna hugged the black-haired super fat cat with spots, and struggled to keep up: "Riverdale Town is thriving, and after the garrison training is completed, you can set fire to build some shops." "
The town of River Valley is not poor, and there are specialties of great value.
Such as copper smelting, honeycomb coal, and burning lime, all of which are sought-after goods that are convenient for circulation.
Among the recyclable resources, uncultivated land, the fishing industry of Changhu Lake, and the technology of clay pottery are all rare wealth.
Aemon was greatly satisfied and felt that the future was bright.
Glancing back, he raised an eyebrow: "It's grown up, you don't have to hold it all the time." "
"Meow!"
The big fat cat drooped its head, baring its teeth in dissatisfaction.
It's only two months old, and it's still a cub.
Johanna rubbed the cat's head and gently placed it on the ground: "It's too sticky for me." "
"This is the shadow lynx, the cruel predator at the top of the food chain."
Aemon shook his head.
Originally, he was going to raise it himself, but there was a racist rat in his satchel.
Thinking that Johannah is also a noble lady, raising a cat can cultivate temperament.
Which Cheng thought, this cat is a waste.
...
Blacksmiths' Union.
A stone-roofed house at the foot of a hill northwest of Riverdale City.
"Prince."
There were quite a few people in the stone house, and when they saw His Royal Highness the Prince, they all nodded in greeting.
They were all tower-like men, bare-chested and wielding hammers.
Aemon blended in and had a separate stove to use.
Jingling!
He picked up the hammer and smashed into a sword embryo, colliding with fierce sparks.
"Forging it ninety-nine times, the hardness is getting more and more brittle."
Aemon pondered to himself.
After a month of precipitation, he became a glorious blacksmith.
I wanted to imitate the exchange [Bronze Shield] and study the ancient runes.
Unfortunately, the current forging technology is relatively backward.
A hundred steels are difficult.
Unintentionally inserted willows into the shade, but made a simple process of the dragon's mouth plow.
"The problem is still in the material."
Aemon pondered for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion.
His Royal Highness the Prince didn't say a word, and the others didn't dare to disturb.
Aemon looked around and called up the [Magic Essence Panel].
[Aemon Targaryen]
Talent: Dreamer (Gold)
Bloodline: Dragon King of Ancient Valyria (41.5%)
Skills: Bondage Spell "Remnant" (proficient), Archery (100 shots), Skillful Empty Hands (proficient...
Magic Cards: Strong (Blue), Solid as a Rock: Intermediate (Purple), King Temperament (Purple)
Equipment: Twin Valyrian Daggers, Sapphire Charm (2/3), Bronze Shield
Pets: Golden-nosed Rat (Blue), White Deer (Rui Beast)
Relic: Bronze Sacred Wood (Purple)
Comment: "The bloodline is steadily improving, you can try to learn advanced dragon control skills." "
Nothing has changed, and there is an extra [Reliquary] on the personal panel.
The bronze sacred wood took root in the dragon's nest for a month, and it did not grow at all, and I didn't know what the mystery was.
With a thought, flip over the card board.
One white, one blue, one gray.
The white card is a normal iron sword, and the gray card is a gray-haired mouse.
Aemon skimmed over and looked at the brilliant blue card.
Mithril Beans: A special magic ingredient, the lost secret of the fire warlock.
Exchange price: 300 points of essence.
Aemon hesitated for a moment, and the corner of his eye swept over the golden hourglass:
[Number of essences: 347]
Enough, but not quite.
Emon gritted his teeth and poked his fingers up.
Kiss!
The blue card shattered in an instant, turning into a pale blue halo that staggered and fell to his hand.
Eamon's palm was cold, and a silver-gray metal ball the size of a soybean grain appeared.
"This thing is worth 300 essences?"
His eyebrows twisted into a pimple, and he grabbed the Mithril bean with two fingers and put it in front of his eyes to observe.
Pinch it, and it's as soft as a rubber.
When!
When the hammer is smashed, the Mithril beans are smooth and undamaged, and there is a small pit on the hammer surface.
"It's kind of interesting."
Eamon was amazed and held it up again.
Mithril beans are like solid liquids, and when shaken, they ripple, and the metal is thick and heavy when protected from light.
Thinking of a finished [Bronze Armor] is only 300 points of essence.
This mythril the size of a soybean grain is precious.
"Is His Royal Highness the Prince inside?"
Suddenly, a familiar nasty voice came from outside.
Cole, dressed in silver armor and white robes, stopped a blacksmith and asked him seriously.
The Blacksmith is a member of the Firesmith Clan and does not know the concept of the Kingsguard.
With a cold snort, he turned around and left the other party with the back of his head.
"You ..."
Cole was dumbfounded, and suffered a loss.
"Are you looking for this king?"
Aeon put away the Mithril beans, clapped his hands and walked out of the fire.
Cole was stunned when he saw this, and hurriedly saluted: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, I am ordered by the king to pick up Her Royal Highness the Princess and continue the parade." "
As he spoke, he handed over a letter from the king.
Aemon bowed his head slightly, took the letter and read it.
It was the uncle's handwriting, and the small yellowed paper was written in high Valyrian language.
Or encrypted letters.
Aemon looked at it once, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
No wonder it's encrypted in Higher Valyrian.
Uncle usually looks like a tolerant, benevolent, smiling and good old man.
When it comes to letters, the literary foundation is really not covered.
The swearing words were strong enough, and he and Rhaenyra were not doing their jobs, and they scolded two pages of paper.
Just looking at it, Aemon felt a burst of blood.
If you are scolded in person, you must not break the defense on the spot.
Error-free version reads! 6=9 + book _ bar first novel.
Seeing that the prince's face was blue and white, Cole said, "The princess has read the letter and said that she will rush back as soon as possible." "
As far as he saw with his own eyes.
When the princess saw the letter, her face was even more wonderful than that of the prince.
Aemon digested it for a while, and then said, "I know, there is a celebration dinner in Riverdale tonight, and I will discuss it with Rhaenyra." "
"The princess's guard of honor is here, ready to go at any time."
Cole nodded, and turned to prepare.
"Tut, uncle is a good writer."
Aemon looked at the letter twice, threw it into the stove and burned it.
Watching an uncomfortable day.
"Before parting, you have to give some parting gifts."
Aemon picked up the hammer again, his gaze resting on the blade of the sword that had been forged ninety-nine times.
When! When!
A random blow hammer method, tinkling and clanging.
...
Evening, sunset dusk.
The Gala Dinner was held in the newly completed third nameless main hall.
Johannah was in charge of the decoration and Sir Steve was in charge of greeting the guests.
"Princess."
Johannah personally stepped forward to greet her.
Rhaenyra smiled reluctantly and dragged her tired body inside.
Building a road was not easy, and a letter from her father became the last straw that overwhelmed the female dragon.
The scolding is too dirty.
She was the firstborn daughter.
"Jazz."
Cole saw his senior Steve, and nodded his head to say hello.
Seeing his comrades for a long time, Steve stepped forward to greet him.
Cole held his head high and had a casual chatter.
This predecessor of the Iron Guard, who is far away from King's Landing, is already at the bottom of the list in terms of status.
I hope to get back some of the old sense of honor from the chat.
Soon, others arrived.
Jansford, Maester Mukwan, Adrian and William, Gontsor and Sir Lane...
Even Matthew, the old craftsman of Fanbang in the prince's camp, and the two old men of the captive camp, Hei Gu and Xia Ga.
The three old men merged to form the Blacksmiths' Guild, overseeing the construction of Riverdale and Riverdale, and became the backbone members of the last voice.
The sun has completely set and the dinner is officially held.
Aemon had greeted him in advance and had not shown up for a long time.
Rhaenyra sat in the corner of the main hall, sipping a glass of Qingting Island's golden wine, and bowed her head sullenly.
"Princess, Your Royal Highness may have something to do."
Cole stood beside him and whispered.
Rhaenyra wondered, "Do you know where he is?" "
Glancing over the spacious hall, Dresswell invited some of the noble ladies and young ladies of the valley to celebrate with singing and dancing.
She was guarding alone, a little out of place.
Cole hesitated for half a second and said, "At noon, I found the prince in the blacksmith's shop, and he was a little emotional after reading the king's letter. "
With the white robe behind him, he assured that His Royal Highness's emotions were written on his face.
Not lying at all.
Rhaenyra hesitated.
Although his father scolded him excessively, was Aemon such a cautious person?
Remove the word, that is!
Rhaenyra smiled, thinking that someone's heart is no bigger than the eye of a needle.
Then sorrow arose.
A girl's mind is complex, and she always loves to be sentimental.
Gradually, half an hour passed.
Rhaenyra rested her cheek with one hand, her elbow resting on the table, her head dazed.
Physically and mentally exhausted, I can't hold it anymore.
"... pro"
Cole spoke suddenly, and his voice immediately stopped.
Aemon, who had arrived at some point, interrupted his greeting with a wave of his hand.
"Wake up, go back to the dormitory when you're sleepy."
The fingers poked the girl's head, and the voice was as soft as possible.
Rhaenyra opened her eyes and was stunned: "Amon, why are you here?" "
As soon as the words fell, my mind instantly cleared.
Somehow, a grievance swelled in my heart.
In the center of the main hall, young men and women danced together, and the atmosphere was warm and jubilant.
Like an idiot, she sat alone until she fell asleep.
"You ..."
Rhaenyra bit her lower lip and tried to accuse her of injustice.
"Are you stupid?"
Aemon interrupted the spell and said speechlessly: "I said hello in advance, you won't talk to someone if you're bored." "
"I ..."
Rhaenyra's eyes widened, pointing at herself.
"I'm tired all day, and I don't see you caring about me."
Aemon spoke first and complained, "You father and daughter, you really have no conscience. "
After that, sit next to you.
looks like he has been greatly wronged.
Rhaenyra: ...
The gods are above, who will take care of him?