Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 3 Ancient Runes
The small silver-haired figure ran around, looking for food like a lively hamster.

Fushi City worships bronze ware, and the tombs contain bronze armor left by ancestors from past generations.

Most of them are in tatters, and some are at least a thousand years old.

If you don't know how to handle it with care, the armor corroded by rust will break into pieces.

This is due to lack of maintenance.

After some time, Aemon was busy and found three sets of bronze armor that were still intact.

One piece had only a breastplate left, and two pieces were missing arms and legs.

"Discover broken magic items and gain +5, +3, +5 magic essence..."

Different numbers of prompt sounds rang out, and the "Magic Essence Panel" appeared before your eyes.

The golden funnel rotates up and down, emitting a bright light.

Until it stops, the panel changes: [Number of Essence: 16]

"What's the connection between the different amounts of essence obtained?"

Aemon, panting with exhaustion, leaned over to illuminate several suits of armor with his oil lamp.

The first and last two sets are relatively complete, with more "runes" engraved on the bronze armor, forming circular patterns on the chest and wrists.

This is the armor that provides the least amount of essence. The armor surface is covered with green rust and is very fragile, with only a ring of runes remaining on the chest.

After the magic power was extracted, the runes seemed to become even more lifeless, without any spirituality at all.

Even the smell of money has become stronger.

Aemon's eyes turned, guessing that the magic came from these ancient runes.

Only the unknown power once mastered by our ancestors has the potential to attract magic.

"Wait until mom comes back and try to ask her." Maybe I can get some useful information.

He needed more magic.

After confirming that there were no other bronze armors in the tomb, Aemon patted his dirty little hands and prepared to exchange for magic cards.

"Gods bless you!"

She muttered something to herself and poked the white card on the board with her finger.

That was the only card he could afford.

Bronze armor is different from vibrant dragon eggs, and its effectiveness in storing and absorbing magic is questionable.

This collection is complete, and I don’t know when I can reuse it.

Bo~~
When the fingertips touched the light board, a dazzling light flashed.

The card with the words "Guide Once" shattered in an instant, and a golden finger shadow emerged, pointing to the east outside the tomb.

Aemon's mouth opened in surprise, and a picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

East of Runestone City, a hilly area adjacent to the east coast.

The view kept zooming in and stopped on a bunch of soft, slender dark green grass leaves.

The grass leaves sway gently, emitting a faint fragrance.

"I think I know where it is."

The vision soon returned, and based on his previous impressions, Aemon happily left the crypt.

He walks in a hopping manner.

The Valley is a land of great environmental disparity, and the disparity between the rich and the poor among the nobles within it is even greater.

The Royce family was once prominent, and their fiefdom was extremely vast.

Whether it is farming or grazing, there are no flaws in any aspect.

If the vast coastline east of Rune Stone City were not composed of towering cliffs or reef-covered beaches, there would be no conditions for building a port.

Even the old neighbor "Seagull Town", the only city in the valley that can be called a city, cannot compare to it.

The location of [guidance once] is a pasture with lush grass on the east coast.

That cluster of dense dark green grass leaves is a precious medicine for curing insomnia and dreaminess.

……

Crunch!

The wooden board was opened from the bottom, and a small silver-blonde head popped out.

Aemon looked around to make sure no one was crawling out.

"What did you do in there!?"

Just when he was halfway up, he heard a man's rough, low voice, rumbling like thunder. Aemon was startled, and his eyes widened.

Who is this?
Pfft!
The wooden board was kicked open by a big foot, and the panicked Aemon was also grabbed by the scruff of the neck and fell to the ground.

The sunlight is so bright that I can't open my eyes.

Looking around, it was still the backyard of Fu Shi City.

A tall figure stopped in front of him, blocking the glaring sunlight and lowering a gloomy and rough face.

"Gunthal?"

In front of him was a burly man who was seven feet one meter tall, which was more than two meters one meter tall.

The great villain The Mountain in later generations was about this size.

After seeing who was coming, Aemon straightened his neck and nodded arrogantly: "Are you questioning me?"

Nodding is a greeting.

That’s right, that’s the attitude.

If you don't like me, you can hit me if you have the guts. In Runestone City or even in the continent of Westeros, no one dares to touch me.

Eight-year-old Eamonn thought so.

The 2-meter-tall muscular man Gunsor Royce really fell for it and bowed perfunctorily: "Prince, what do you think of the tomb?"

"No opinion, just needs cleaning."

Yimeng stood up and patted his soiled clothes, saying righteously, "It was too dirty inside, so I did it myself."

He waved his hand again, indicating that you're welcome.

His background is noble, but also full of complexity.

Lives in Runestone City, but has the surname "Targaryen".

If nothing unexpected happens, he will inherit the ancestral property of the Royce family in the future.

Everything was fine at first, but his mother, Madam Rhea, was busy hunting all day, and ignored her eldest son, acting like a hands-off boss.

However, he did not mention or ask about the inheritance qualifications, and his attitude was ambiguous.

This led to members of the Royce family's side branches and branches discussing the matter privately, and inevitably gave rise to some ulterior motives.

In order to avoid trouble, Iemon was extremely tough towards "them" and never gave in when anything happened.

Gunthor frowned, and a strong aura came towards him.

Without saying a word, his mountain-like size alone is enough to give people an oppressive feeling.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Imon was not afraid at all, his little neck was straight.

Afraid that the other party would forget his identity, he moved forward provocatively.

It's like saying, hit me!

Gunthor's face turned even worse, and he had no idea what to say to the silver-haired kid who was only thigh-high.

He is one of the side branches of the Royce family, a senior knight family.

His bloodline is not as pure as Lady Rhea's, so he is not qualified to inherit Runestone City. He currently serves as the castle's coach.

With its exaggerated size, it has always been able to bully others.

I've never felt so helpless.

"You're fine, just go."

Imon had the upper hand and turned around to run away.

The two-meter-tall strong man in front of him is no ordinary person. He has left his mark in the book "Blood and Fire".

After his mother, Lady Rhea, passed away, he appointed a cousin to inherit Runestone City.

After the "Dance of the Dragons" ended, the Count of Runestone City became Gunthor, known as the "Bronze Giant".

By the way, this guy also killed one of his brothers-in-law.

Yimon walked quickly, but in his heart he was thinking of his father who was away and had not yet hooked up with his second wife.

As for sister or something, it’s hard to say.

Just after walking two steps away, Gunthor's unique low voice came from behind: "It's Madam Rhea who will be back from hunting soon. Sister Martha is looking for you to wash up so that she can welcome Madam."

"Mom is coming back!" Imon's chubby cheeks trembled and his steps quickened.

Regardless of the two-meter-tall burly man, he quickly disappeared into the backyard of the castle.

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