The civil and military officials under his command dispersed to carry out their respective tasks.
With a population exceeding 10,000, it can now be considered a large family.
The stone mines in Green Ridge, the coal mines in Raven Ridge, and road construction all require manpower.
"Huh, there is still work to do."
Aemon held his head high as he thought about the red card he had received.
With a thought, he activated the induction in the dark.
"Hiss—"
Vermithor looked down, found the driver's position, and carried him to the old nest in the mountains.
Puff, puff, puff!
The dragon's nest was covered in dust, and black dragon dung was scattered about.
Aemon stepped in the air and rolled around, nearly falling into the dung.
"Roar!"
Vermithor ignored it and landed heavily.
The ground shook, raising more dust.
Aemon choked and coughed; not to mention, he was upset.
He took out the red card, God-given Bronze, and put it deep in the dragon's nest.
[God-given Bronze]: "Do you want to place natural copper ore?"
Yes/No. Aemon blew away the dust and nodded without hesitation.
He hadn't done it before because he was afraid there would be drawbacks in the valley. Building copper mines wouldn't change the situation.
Now, he was building the city and town step by step without worrying.
Buzz! The red card shattered instantly, turning into tiny red fireflies that drilled into the solid rock layer burned by the dragon's nest.
The familiar special effects and sense of fluctuation returned.
Rumble!
The mountain shook slightly, as if the earth dragon had turned over.
The tremor at the foot of the mountain was slight, but those who were paying attention still noticed it and couldn't hide their fear.
Before he could scream, the tremor suddenly disappeared.
"Huh, it was successfully placed?"
Aemon touched the rock layer, but he couldn't see any difference.
"Roar!"
Vormithor's vertical pupils shrank suddenly, and he noticed keenly that the nest had changed.
People and dragons can communicate with each other.
Aemon was stunned and felt something in his heart.
"Yes, there are natural copper mines in the mountain, and we have to start exploring from the foot of the mountain."
Aemon smiled slightly, feeling relaxed as if he were free of debt.
Finally, the available resources are being utilized, and the poor life of being controlled by others is over.
"My family has a mine!"
Aemon said arrogantly.
"Roar!"
Vermithor roared and crawled to the depths of the dragon's nest to lie down.
The driver has seizures from time to time, so don't pay attention to them.
"By the way, today's cards haven't been turned over yet."
Aemon's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but rub his hands together.
He had summed up some experience over the years for the Magic Card Panel.
The cards that are usually opened are ordinary.
Only when something big happens will good things be taken out.
"Let's take a look at the goods."
Aemon couldn't wait.
The gorgeous panel opened and a white mist gathered around the three unopened cards, then dispersed.
With three consecutive pokes of his fingers, the cards turned over one after another:
One blue, one purple, and one blue.
Pop!
The light blue and bright purple intertwined as if the moon and rising sun were in the same sky, dispersing the thin white mist.
"Purple!"
Aemon's eyes widened.
From left to right, the three cards are:
[Bronze Armor]: Bronze armor engraved with runes, said to protect the wearer.
Exchange price: 300 essence.
[Bronze Sacred Tree]: The dragon kings of ancient Valyria would be jealous if they saw it.
Exchange price: 2,000 essence.
[Second Treasure: Blood Fruit]: A rare fruit that can be used to make potions.
Exchange price: 1,000 essence.
[Second Treasure: Blood Fruit]: Taking it accelerates the growth of the body.
Exchange price: 500 essence.
"The second Blood Fruit!?"
Aemon's hands moved faster than his brain. He poked it up, turned his head, and shouted, "Vormithor, open your mouth!"
"Roar..."
Vermithor opened his eyes irritably, revealing his jagged fangs.
The red fruit was thrown over, hit the cracked dragon's mouth, and rolled into it.
"Gurgle..."
Vormithor's body stiffened. His bronze, vertical pupils glowed, and his scarlet tongue rolled into his stomach.
He felt the power.
"How is the effect?"
Aemon asked expectantly.
Gray Shadow ate a blood fruit, which made up for years of hunger and increased his body size by two meters.
Vermithor is an extraordinary dragon, and it is unclear how much benefit he can receive.
"Roar!"
Vermithor cautiously raised his pupils, roared at the driver, and slowly closed his eyelids.
He is going to sleep.
Sleeping stores nutrients and promotes nutrient absorption.
Aemon sensed its intention and stopped asking.
He let Vermithor sleep, knowing it would be clear when he woke up.
"There are two more cards. The price of this one..."
Aemon looked at the card panel again. His eyes fell on the brand new purple card, and he hesitated.
It's not that the price of 2,000 essence points is high.
On the contrary, he thought it was low.
The previous [Jade Building] and [Iron Wall] cost 4,000 and 6,000 essence points, respectively.
According to empirical reasoning:
The price of gray and white cards is the same: around ten essence points.
Green cards are worth more than 50 essence points but less than 120.
Blue cards are worth more than 120 essence points and are capped at 500 points.
Purple is 500 or more essence points and will not exceed 3,000.
Red cards cost at least 3,000 essence points and temporarily exceed 10,000 essence points.
He had never released a gold card, estimated to cost over ten thousand points.
The purple card in front of him had 2,000 essence points and was reasonably priced.
Pop!
Aemon poked his finger and exchanged the Bronze Sacred Tree.
It was his first time encountering a purple card, so he couldn't give up.
[Bronze Sacred Tree]: "Card activation conditions: Place it on a small copper vein that is greater than or equal to a small copper vein."
"It's tailor-made for me."
Aemon raised his eyebrows and placed the card in the dragon's nest.
There was a piece of soil at that location and a naturally formed cave above it that illuminated the area day and night.
Buzz!
The purple card shattered instantly and turned into bronze particles of light that gathered into a three-foot-tall tree.
After seeing it clearly, Aemon's eyes showed doubt.
The small tree was as thick as a wrist and seemed to be cast in bronze with a metallic luster on its smooth bark.
Clang, clang!
Aemon knocked it with a stone, producing the crisp sound of metal colliding.
"Real bronze wood!"
Who wouldn't be surprised to see it?
Upon closer inspection, you can see that the bronze tree has three branches, each with three bronze leaves.
One branch has a bell hanging from it, one has a bronze bird standing on it, and one has a disk shaped like the sun hanging from it.
The bronze leaves are lifelike, with clear veins on their surfaces and faint halos.
Aemon was surprised and asked, "What is the use of this sacred bronze tree?"
The introduction was too brief, only saying that the dragon kings of ancient Valyria would be jealous if they saw it.
If it is a product of the world of Ice and Fire, could it have existed in ancient Valyria or even when the Valyrians first discovered the Fourteen Fire Peaks?
Or even earlier?
Aemon lowered his head, deep in thought. He muttered to himself, "Putting the bronze sacred tree in the dragon's nest is the right choice. It must not be discovered by anyone."
There is magic in the continent of Westeros, but this kind of cross-generational product ultimately causes chaos. Something will happen when it is born.
"There is still plenty of time. Study it slowly."
Aemon couldn't hide his joy as he checked the last blue card:
[Bronze Armor]: Exchange for 300 Essence points.
He glanced at the golden hourglass below. [Essence Quantity: 127].
A month and a half ago, it was as high as 2,197 essence points.
Four dragon eggs provide 120 essence points every month. The white deer, six bronze armors, a dragon bone bow, and double Valyrian daggers provide an additional 100 points.
Together, they provide exactly 220 Essence points.
In a month and a half, that's an output of 330 Essence points.
However, he recently exchanged the Bronze Sacred Tree and a Blood Fruit, causing the Essence number to drop sharply to 127 points.
It's over!
It's back to the time before liberation.
Aemon slapped his forehead in regret, saying, "Not enough Essence! I should have known better than to exchange it for that bronze shield."
The bronze armor, which is said to protect the wearer, is a treasure that the Royce family dreams of.
"I hope it can be refreshed next time."
Aemon shook his head and looked at the edge of the dragon's nest.
Vermithor had fallen asleep.
The mountain is so high. How will he get down?
…
Time flies, and another month has passed.
It is now August.
The valley is busy and bustling with hardworking people sweating everywhere.
On the north side of the low city wall,
A silver-haired figure with bare arms holds an iron plow and plows a furrow in the fertile grass.
"Whoa!"
The brown horse pulling the plow was whipped, changing its direction to plow the land again. The depth and width of the furrow were exactly the same.
"Done."
Aemon wiped his sweat and smiled happily.
The valley was busy everywhere, and he couldn't be idle.
He found two old men, Black Bone and Shaga, and together they forged a curved plow from pig iron.
He originally wanted to make an iron plow, but an iron plow requires more efficient kinetic energy.
In Westeros, horses and oxen are better suited to small, light curved plows.
"Prince, is this the dragon-mouth plow you mentioned?"
Johanna asked, unable to believe it. She rubbed the black-haired, striped, super-fat cat in her arms.
This plow is far more efficient than the plows currently used in the seven kingdoms.
Hundreds of peasant women, who were specially called to watch, were also shocked.
They were all farmers who had migrated from the northwest of Runestone City. There were more than 800 households in total, with 2,670 people in all.
The men in these families all participated in building the city walls, leaving the women alone to guard the empty houses.
Farmers can't sit idle. When they have time, they cultivate small plots of land and grow vegetables to reduce expenses.
When Aemon saw them working hard to cultivate the land, he thought of making a curved, dragon-mouth plow.
What's wrong with a Targaryen-invented plow having some dragon characteristics?
Caraxes's dragon snout is sharp like a plowshare.
"Prince, could the dragon-mouth plow become popular?"
As chief steward of internal affairs, Johanna placed great importance on the territory's land.
Aemon smiled and said, "Of course. This is the initial version. In the future, we will use more resilient wood to make the finished product cheaper."
"Your Highness!"
"Thank God for giving you wisdom..."
The peasant women's eyes lit up as they rushed forward, surrounding His Highness without saying a word.
Aemon: "...
After the warriors came down to earth, another gift from God appeared.
It's because he usually shows a cold face to the Mountain clan and was too easygoing with the first group of people.
"Your Highness..."
The peasant women stretched out their hands, almost crying with joy.
His Highness had promised to distribute a new type of dragon-mouth plow and allocate a group of stone-pulling oxen to help reclaim the land.
He is such a kind person, and he is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
The former prince is gone, and now they all call for His Royal Highness.
"Everyone, calm down. One day, Riverdale will be full of fertile fields so that no one will starve."
Aemon pretended to be calm and spoke encouraging words.
However, when faced with the passionate affection of the peasant women, he felt a bit overwhelmed.
Some took the opportunity to touch him.
His innocence!
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