See Rhaenyra gritting her teeth.
Aemon took a sip from his glass, hiding the corners of his mouth that he couldn't hold back.
Cure the other party's stupidity today.
Even if she is really a princess, she doesn't want to make a princess disease against him.
Not accepted!
Rhaenyra was so angry that she couldn't help it, so she said decadently, "I'm leaving tomorrow." "
"Well, I read Uncle's letter."
Aemon nodded and commented, "The scolding is very exciting." "
Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and said aggrievedly, "You don't have anything to say to me?" "
She's leaving!
Even if you work for two months in vain, you should have some attitude.
"How far has the road been built?"
Emmon asked coldly.
Rhaenyra suppressed her emotions and said in a sullen voice: "The mountain road in Raven Ridge is halfway completed. "
There are fifty miles in all, and half is twenty-five miles.
A little more than expected.
Eamon's gaze followed, admiring the other party's side face, and became serious: "You built the road, you decide on a name." "
Opening up the east-west avenue between the Erin Valley and the East Continent is enough to be famous for eternity.
He was ready to give the other party a name such as "Princess Avenue", "National Glory Avenue", and "Fertility Goddess Avenue".
Just like a farewell gift.
"Shall I name it?"
Rhaenyra turned her head, looked at each other, and hesitated, "But the road hasn't been finished yet." "
"If you want to come, you will come."
Aemon's eyes were resolute.
Rhaenyra pursed her lips and pondered, "It's called Riverdale Avenue." "
"Oh, why is it so ordinary?"
It was different from what he expected.
Rhaenyra looked proud and said softly, "This is my own road, so I should leave a gift to the people, so that the name of the River Valley Avenue will be remembered and attract more passing merchants." "
Emonn put down his glass and stared into her clear eyes.
It's small, his pattern is small.
The horizon of seeing people is also smaller.
Rhaenyra snorted lightly, circled her fingers around the hall, and asked, "Have you named this main hall where Johannah works?" "
Aemon's eyes flickered, and he spoke, "Abundance Hall." "
"Oh?"
Rhaenyra was stunned.
She also thought it would be the Rose Hall, the Black Swan Hall, the Long Lake Hall and the like.
Compared with the role of the Midsummer Hall and the Evergreen Hall, this Fertility Hall is currently used for the office of the vassal of the territory.
The only one who is really normal is the housekeeper "Black Swan" Johannah.
Aeon smiled slightly and said casually, "I suddenly remembered this name." "
The name of each dragon in the family has a deeper or shallow meaning.
Vomisor, for example, was the "blacksmith god" of the ancient Valyrian period.
Belerien, known as the "Black Death", has the same name as the "Grim Reaper" of the ancient Valyrian period.
"Blood Bug" Coraksue, the "god of the sea" of the ancient Valyrian period of the same name.
Sum up.
Rhaenyra's Syracuse is the name of the "goddess of abundance" in ancient Valyria.
"Thank you~"
Rhaenyra naturally knew what it meant, and a smile appeared in her eyebrows.
The mood suddenly became much brighter.
"Come with me, I've got a gift for you."
Eamon stopped talking nonsense and got up and went out.
"Princess, it's getting late."
Cole's expression changed slightly, and he reminded loudly.
"It's fine."
Rhaenyra smiled, more curious about what the gift was.
Seeing the princess and the prince slip away together, Cole was in a dilemma and had no choice but to follow.
Before leaving, the king's entrustment to him was to be tough.
But he couldn't get up at all.
...
Evergreen Hall.
Two different steps, one after the other, slipped into the prince's bedchamber.
"Princess!"
Cole scrambled to catch up, and the door slammed shut.
Take a step back urgently.
It almost hit the bridge of the nose.
Bang!
The door opened again, and Rhaenyra poked her head out and booed, "You go first, I'll look for you later." "
Although the white knight is tall and handsome, he is an eye-catching favorite after all.
Her private solitude with Aemon is hard to come by.
"It's really late."
Cole sighed, full of helplessness.
Rhaenyra raised an eyebrow and asked, "Cole, are you teaching me a lesson?" "
Unconsciously, a princess shelf that has not been seen for a long time is posed.
"No, I didn't mean that."
Cole's face changed, and he unconsciously took a step back.
conceited the honor of the white robe, he eats the set of kings and ministers very much.
"Then stay away and wait for me to find you."
Rhaenyra glared and closed the door again.
Bang!
"Done?"
Aemon lit a candle and held up a one-handed sword.
"He's like an old mom sometimes."
Rhaenyra chuckled.
The son of the housekeeper of Black Harbor, it is normal to have a bit of an old mother's attribute.
After her mother's death, she was gently attracted by her male mother and asked her father to escort Cole to her side.
"Your gift."
Emon's eyes were ahead, and his hands passed the triumphant.
"A sword?"
Rhaenyra stretched out her hand into the air and smiled dumbly: "Eamon, in fact, I can't even tell the difference between the blade of the sword and the blade. "
She regarded the "Queen of Visenya" as an idol and often wore her hair in braids.
It was the hairstyle of the Queen of Visenya, which was clean and easy to fight the enemy.
But she was a pure girl, and the nuns had taught her embroidery and faith in the Seven Gods, and no knight had ever taught her how to hold a sword.
"Hold it, and you've conquered it."
Aemon handed it again.
Seeing that she couldn't get away, Rhaenyra plucked up her courage and took the one-handed sword with trembling hands.
As soon as you start your hand, the blade is extremely light, as if it has no weight.
"Huh?"
Rhaenyra was surprised and slowly drew her sword.
Swish!
A cold light flashed, and the slender sword body was like a willow leaf, full of mottled silver-gray lines, which at first glance looked like snowflakes.
The sword is bent forward, and the end is more rounded, in order to increase the counterweight.
Rhaenyra was fascinated for a moment, and she was dazzled by it.
Until the moonlight shone on the sword, refracting a hazy black light.
Only then did she notice that the hilt of the sword in her hand was actually a keel polished, and it was as warm as jade to the touch.
The keel is pitch black, and a silver ring is inlaid from the middle of a foot long, which is low-key and luxurious.
From the end of the hilt of the keel, a rose vine is carefully carved, and the silver sword is vividly climbed, and three enchanting roses bloom.
In the very center of the sword, a diamond-shaped four-pointed star is inscribed.
A finger poked at it, and his voice was warm: "Kingdom Light, the name of this sword." "
"This sword ..."
Rhaenyra fell in love with it at first sight and raised her hand excitedly.
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The blade flashed with cold light, and slashed towards the person in front of him.
"Be careful."
Eamon's eyes were quick, and he pressed her wrist and pressed down, swinging the blade of his sword towards the table where the candlestick was placed.
There was no sound at all.
The blade of the sword fluttered down, cutting a corner of the table like clay, without any sense of obstruction.
Rhaenyra stared at her and said in a panic, "Aemon, this sword is too sharp!?" "
The clan swords "Black Fire" and "Dark Sisters" are also sharp in terms of sharpness.
She can't take it.
"Of course it's sharp, but I've added special materials."
Aemon explained carefully: "This sword is sixty centimeters long, three centimeters wide, and thirty-three centimeters long, and it is a standard women's saber. "
The "Dark Sisters" in Daddy Damon's hand are the swords of Queen Visenya during her lifetime.
The same edge will be revealed.
"You don't understand what I mean, I'm not worthy of this sword."
Rhaenyra was in a hurry.
She didn't know how to use a sword, so it was better for Aemon to use it himself than to keep it in her hand and watch it.
Aemon didn't care and said, "Take it, it's made for you." "
For this sword, he used all the Mithril beans.
Finally, the forging of 100 steels was completed, and after the sword was quenched, it formed snowflake-like mottled marks.
To say that to give away is to give away.
"And what do you use?"
Rhaenyra sheathed her sword, her purple eyes rippling slightly.
"Me?"
Aemon waved his hand: "I'll just do it." "
Runestone City is not without the Valyrian Steel Sword "lament".
Although my mother won't use it for the time being, it will be his sooner or later.
And he tested.
Kingdom Lights infused with Mithril Beans grants 5 Mana Essences, the same amount of Essence as the Valyrian Steel Dagger.
Compared to the normal specifications of the "Black Fire" and "Lamentation", the number of essences is twice as small.
It can be seen that Mithril is similar to Valyrian steel in terms of material, but the forging process is more than a notch.
Toughness and sharpness are enough, but the adaptability to magic is low.
I don't know if I can cut down strange ghosts?
Rhaenyra hesitated, "Really send me?" "
Seemingly inquiring, he clasped his hands around the blade of his sword and squeezed into the ravine in front of him.
"Targaryens walk the talk."
Aemon's voice was sonorous and powerful, speaking in Higher Valyrian language.
He used a half-sword in his hand, and a one-handed sword was too light and thin for him.
The material seemed to know his mind.
When the sword embryo completes the hundred refinements, the hundred refining steel with impurities removed is just enough to fight a one-handed sword.
"Thank you, Amon."
Rhaenyra's eyes stared deeply, quietly clamping her legs.
Aemon smiled and gestured a little bit.
He was indeed a bit clever and good at whatever he wanted, and was regarded by the three old craftsmen as a gifted blacksmith and a formidable warrior.
As long as you don't hammer them.
"I have a gift for you too."
Rhaenyra showed her true feelings, put one hand on his neck, and stood on tiptoe to get closer.
Aemon tilted his head and ducked.
Rhaenyra was stunned when she saw this, her eyes at a loss.
"Learn to exercise restraint."
Aemon's voice was soft, and he looked down into her eyes.
"Why?"
Rhaenyra's pupils flickered, not understanding.
The four eyes are facing each other, and the atmosphere of warm colors pervades.
The figures reflected in each other's eyes were like two moths in the bright candlelight.
Considering the candle flame, I want to hit it up.
Aemon remembers what Rhaenyra's flaws were, and also remembered where her mistakes began.
Emotions are not released and there is a lack of correct guidance.
Step by step, learn to use women's skirts to conquer men, and make a mess of life.
"Aemon, what should I do?"
When her eyes collided, Rhaenyra seemed to understand something, and her eyes were as ignorant as a baby.
But the emotions in her body were surging, making her breathe heavier, and her upper body involuntarily moved forward.
She wanted piping hot temperatures.
"You're exercising restraint now."
Aemon lowered his head, running away from the scorching gaze.
Dragons are chaotic and disorderly.
One dragon is restless, and the other is unable to escape the response.
However, it is not yet time.
Both of them are not old enough, and they are afraid of causing death.
"I see."
Rhaenyra smiled softly and shoved the "Kingdom Light" into the other person's hand, placing her free hand on the skirt behind her back.
"You ..."
Aemon looked up, wondering what she understood.
Pong.
A touch of whiteness flashed, the warm touch hit the face, and the nose drilled into the faint fragrance of cream.
Outside the window, the moonlight is falling.
"Meow Meow~~"
At the entrance of the Fertility Hall, a pleasant cat meow came out.
"Eat slowly, it's all yours."
Johanna crouched on the ground and watched the super fat cat eat.
A sheep was tied to the ground, trembling with fear.
The super fat cat stands up on its hind feet and lies on the belly of the sheep to feed.
It's still a kitty.
Since childhood, without the care of my mother, I should eat more milk.