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Old Red narrowed his eyes and said exaggeratedly: "Prince Eamonn who conquered the Alpine clan is a thunderbolt among the people in the valley. I, an old man, have long admired his name."
As he spoke, he put his big hand under the table and pinched the young girl hard.
The young girl screamed, covering her butt with shame and anger on her face.
"Hahaha~"
Old Red laughed loudly, pointed at her and introduced: "This is my seventeenth wife, an ignorant girl from the countryside."
"lady."
Eamonn had a strange look in his eyes and greeted politely.
What a rare way to show off your power.
"Your Highness the Prince."
The young lady murmured like a mosquito and glanced at the young and strong prince.
"Get out of here, you slutty bastard."
Old Red's face darkened, and he slapped the same area with his hand.
The young lady shivered and walked out of the hall dejectedly.
Aemon's expression didn't change, and he couldn't stop feeling unhappy.
Having married seventeen wives in a row, it's no wonder that the women around him all look embarrassed when they mention the old man in front of them.
"This bitch needs training. You are the noble Dragon King. Don't be as knowledgeable as her."
Old Red's face changed faster than turning the pages of a book. He turned around and smiled: "I just got married. The young girl is very young."
When I think about that feeling, I feel twenty years younger.
"Lord Reid, I am not interested in your bed affairs."
Aemon said calmly.
Comparing him with a country girl is pure contempt.
If it wasn't for the sake of guest etiquette, I would have slapped that old face.
"Oh, sorry."
Old Red slapped his forehead and said angrily: "As we get older, we have no one to keep our mouth shut."
It will be shown to the fullest by relying on the old and selling the old.
"My lord, the prince is here for something."
The old housekeeper couldn't stand it anymore, so he put it into his ear to remind him.
Old Red showed his original expression and nodded his chin: "Dear Prince, why do you bother to pay me a visit?"
"I need a boat and a dock."
Aemon didn't have high hopes and told him what he needed.
Borrow the ships of the Waywood family to transport building materials from the Strait into the Long Lake.
A wharf was built at Long Lake, also using workers from the Waywood family.
After the event is completed, a large sum of money will be paid.
Old Red was pretending to be deep in thought, but it really looked like that.
Wait until the conditions are finished.
The old man smiled broadly, pointed to the row of girls at the bottom, and said, "I forgot to introduce them, these are my daughters."
After a pause, he nodded one by one: "Martha, Ellie, Bena... Magna."
There are four daughters in total. It took me a while to remember the name of the last one.
"Ladies."
Aemon nodded.
Old Red made a serious face and shouted: "You are deaf, introduce yourselves to the prince quickly."
Several girls buried their heads deeply and spoke one after another: "My names are Martha, Ellie, and Bena..."
It was the turn of the last girl in the gray skirt and she said loudly: "My name is Serena."
"Did I call you wrong?"
Old Red was stunned for a moment, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
But that's not important.
Old Red's old eyes twinkled and he said, "Your Highness, I will lend you a boat to help build a dock on Changchang Lake. What can you give me in return?"
Aemon raised his eyes and said calmly: "That money."
"Haha, that's not enough."
Old Red shook his head and laughed, and said: "Money is another factor. I help you out of friendship, and you should also reciprocate the friendship."
"How are you doing?"
Aemon glanced at several girls who bowed their heads and said nothing.
"Marry one of them, or take them all away, as long as you are willing to marry."
Old Red said quite shamelessly.
Eamonn refused directly: "I have a sweetheart."
The old guy is really greedy.
Giving a sum of money is not enough, and I want to take food and take it too.
It doesn't matter what your status is.
"Yes, Your Highness the Prince naturally despises the daughter of the Waywood family."
Old Reid seemed to have expected it, and instantly turned his face: "Then, please forgive me for not complying with your request."
Aemon couldn't help but laugh when he saw this.
He left without raising his feet, nor did he intend to violate guest etiquette.
He looked up and stared into the old man's eyes and asked curiously: "I have offended you. You didn't even provide me with a chair when I came in?"
Forget it about the Grafson family in Gulltown.
People have closed down ports and households, which can barely be regarded as having difficulties.
What is the reason for the Waywood family in Iron Oak City?
Old Red was a mature man, and he said to him: "Chair! Our 'Dragon Slayer' Prince Aemon wants a chair, you idiots."
After shouting and swearing, he said to himself: "'Aemon the Dragonslayer', the Targaryens use this title, it is as stupid as someone claiming that the sheep of the Vale are better than the women of the Vale."
As soon as these words came out, the entire hall suddenly entered a low pressure.
Several daughters of the Waywood family looked at their noses and minds, not even daring to take a breath.
Aemon chewed carefully and understood.
The enemy that Dad Damon made.
It's not easy for him to be hated by people in a valley that is so closed and conservative.
Seeing that he didn't get angry immediately.
Old Red raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "Look at these young and beautiful daughters of mine. They were originally supposed to marry into the great noble families in the Riverlands or the Reach."
"But what now?"
"Because of this stupid rumor, none of them got married."
Thinking that what he said was reasonable, Old Red slammed the table angrily, shaking the wine glass so much that it almost spilled.
"Pfft!"
Eamonn couldn't hold it back and laughed.
Marrying into the great nobles of the Riverlands and the Reach is not just an act of blackmail.
"Do you think I'm ridiculous, or do you think the Waywoods are ridiculous?"
The laughter stung Old Red and told the truth: "Your father disrespected his wife in the valley and talked nonsense about that woman. The whole valley will never forgive him."
"I don't believe it."
Aemon shook his head.
If there are people who are hostile to Dad Damon, then there are as many of them as the stars in the sky.
But just a few words can attract the hatred of the entire valley.
It's simply alarmist.
Old Red's face was gloomy, and his eyes flickered with suspicion.
"I guessed the answer as soon as I came to Iron Oak City."
Eamon kept smiling and stepped forward slowly: "The Waywood family was once a rare sailing family in the valley. They emerged in foreign ports such as Tidal Head Island and Crab Island and occupied the trade market in the strait."
In terms of geographical location, Iron Oak City is too remote.
Chaotou Island guards the throat, and Crab Island faces the strait, making it a prosperous port comparable to Haiou Town.
As one goes and the other goes, Iron Oak City has long lost its competitiveness.
The Sannu Kingdom plundered the strait and affected the trade in these ports.
Even if Iron Oak City cannot get a bargain, it is still very willing to allow its friends to make no money.
For a selfish person, having a neighbor next door is as heartbreaking as losing his own land.
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Not interfering with the development of River Valley Town would be considered honest, so how could you help him?
"Am I right, Lord Reid?"
Aemon walked leisurely, and his figure gradually walked in front of him.
An old guy with gray hair on his temples, and a young and muscular boy.
The two sides were separated by a table, one high and one low, looking at each other.
Old Red's expression changed drastically, and his eyes showed the shock of being seen through.
Looking up at the tall figure of the other party, he leaned back on the chair in embarrassment.
"Here comes the chair."
Just then, the attendant brought a chair.
"No."
Aemon stared at the frightened old thing and said kindly: "Lord Reid, I will visit you next time."
After saying that, he walked back down the steps.
He had no intention of taking action and seemed really not angry.
It seems so.
Old Red's eyes flashed, and he felt anxious inside.
House Waynwood is one of the oldest families in the Vale.
But when it came to his generation, the family was almost in decline.
Just look at the old castle and you will know that the Waywood family is not wealthy.
But he was cynical and afraid of Targaryen dragons.
However, he thought too much.
With a smile on his face, Aemon mounted Wormisor and left.
It's just the smile on the corner of his mouth that makes one's heart palpitate.
It's like being targeted by a dragon.
"Hiss-"
Vermisor circled around Iron Oak City, carrying his companion to the end of the huge freshwater lake.
That is the source of the strait leading inland.
Aemon lowered his head and looked down at the concave beaches on both sides of the seaport, where a pier was built with the flag of the Waynwood family.
The water flow at the estuary is very fast, and there are basically no conditions for building a dock.
The Waywood family has been in business for generations and has a strong hold on the enclave with its docks.
"Sure enough, he has the capital to be arrogant."
Aemon nodded secretly and drove Wormisor back to Riverdale Town.
He was not as angry as he imagined for Red Waywood's offense.
Not even a ripple.
When the other party was talking indiscriminately, he came up with two thoughts.
One was more radical, slashing the old guy with one sword, and using the dragon to burn down the Iron Oak City.
The other one was more conservative and went back to arrange for some people to be poisoned and send all the Waywood family to meet the strangers.
All good, it will be fun.
However, the moment he stepped out of the gate of Iron Oak City, both thoughts were extinguished.
His target was not just the Waywood family in Iron Oak City.
No matter which way you take revenge, the consequences will be the same in the end.
The hatred of the valley nobles led by Jeyne Arryn, the rebuke of Uncle Viserys, and the rejection of Seagull Town.
In the end, he will end up like Dad Damon.
Being sidelined at the power table.
A calm mind gave him a new idea.
Since you can't be steady and make progress, then you can rely on the sword in your hands and the dragon on your crotch to fight a battle that is famous among the seven powers.
Some clowns have their own consequences.
It's always faster to go back than to go.
Wormisor returned to River Valley Town and slowly landed at the foot of Lonely Mountain.
Aemon had a clear goal and went straight to the Hall of Abundance to find Johanna who was at work.
"Prince, are you back so soon?"
Johanna stood up in surprise.
"I want to go back to Runestone City. You send someone to inform Gunsor and lead his troops to rush there."
Eamonn said straight to the point.
Johanna's expression changed: "Lord Waywood, did he rush into you?"
Apparently, she had also heard of this man's reputation.
"How can a real dragon get angry with a tit?"
Facing his housekeeper, Aemon looked as usual and said decisively: "I want to summon the vassals and settle in Seagull Town to attack the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom."
All troubles come from the chaos in the Three Women's Kingdom, so we should start from the root.
A battle of blood and fire created the reputation of Aemon the Dragon Slayer.
When Johanna heard this, her almond-shaped eyes widened slightly.
"Has the order to build the dock in Changhu been issued?"
Eamonn was at peace.
"Down."
Johanna whispered: "But Iron Oak City..."
The dock of the Waywood family is not open, and the boats at the Long Lake dock can only be limited to the river valley.
"Don't worry, just build it."
Aemon looked relaxed and took off the sword at his waist:
"Let Gunthor lead 800 longbowmen, and the remaining 150 valley knights and the newly recruited 500 longbowmen will be stationed in the river city and the blacksmiths' guild respectively to prevent the mountain clans from taking advantage of the chaos to rebel."
"Yes, Prince."
Johanna hugged the bronze sword in her arms, knowing that it was a token of mobilization.
The chief steward of internal affairs is in charge of all major and minor government affairs, but he has no military power.
"Be careful."
After giving a final warning, Aemon turned and left the Hall of Plenty.
"Hiss--"
The sun had not yet set, and Wormisol set off again.
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