Dusk.
The sun was gradually setting, and the sky was a fiery red.
"Heave-ho, heave-ho."
In the rippling sea of grass swayed by the breeze, a pert little bottom stuck up, rocking left and right as it strained backward.
Several guards stood around, watching in astonishment.
Someone wanted to step forward and help, but then the little bottom suddenly took flight, launching a fleshy missile backward.
"Ouch!"
A tender cry rang out, and a head of silver-gold hair emerged.
Aemon sat down hard on the ground, weeds on his head, muttering, "It's really too hard to pull."
His butt was about to be split into eight pieces.
"Prince, do you need help?"
The guard looked embarrassed and asked in a low voice.
"No need, I've already succeeded." Aemon waved his hand.
In his hand, he tightly clutched a handful of dark green grass leaves.
[Magic Essence Panel] Suitable to give a prompt:
"Discovered a clump of Ula grass containing magic, obtained Essence + 1."
Aemon was very satisfied, got up and patted his butt.
Having obtained the help of [Guidance Once], he naturally couldn't leave the medicine at hand untouched.
He called on several guards and went straight to the east coast.
He knew it would be a piece of cake!
"Let me see, what's the use?"
Aemon grinned and rubbed his little paws.
A dazzling light panel appeared.
One card was missing from the three cards, and the number next to the golden hourglass below changed: [Essence Quantity: 7]
Exchanging the card used 10 points of magic essence, and the newly obtained Ula grass + 1 point of magic essence, which was just right.
The other panel changes were minimal.
"It's just a plant."
Aemon held up the Ula grass and observed it repeatedly, as if he could see a flower blooming.
This kind of vegetation was not uncommon; he had heard of it in his previous life.
It was known as one of the three treasures, along with ginseng and deer antlers.
It was a kind of dried grass used for warmth in winter.
Under the effect of the panel, the little dragon whelp gradually understood the use of the treasure in his hand.
Weave it into a mat and lie on it to sleep!
Ula grass containing magic has the effects of being warm in winter and cool in summer, and calming the mind, which helps to improve sleep quality.
With it, he wouldn't be afraid of having strange dreams all the time and not growing taller.
"You're really a good treasure." Aemon's purple eyes twinkled like stars.
It's just that the quantity is not enough, not even enough to weave a cushion.
The clever Aemon stroked his chin, and it was not difficult for him at all.
He paced around in place, his eyes sweeping across the sea of grass covering the mountains and plains.
A small opportunity.
There's more than one clump of Ula grass, right?
Aemon's mind was racing, and he was already planning the great cause of going up the mountain to pull grass.
"One clump of Ula grass is 1 point of magic essence, ten clumps of Ula grass is 10 points of magic essence…"
A zero-cost business, isn't this going to lead to a well-off life?
As soon as the thought arose, someone appeared to interrupt.
"Prince!"
A guard came from Runestone, reporting: "Lady Rhea is back and is waiting for you in the hall."
"Okay, I got it." Aemon quickly came back to his senses.
He stuffed the Ula grass into his arms, and under the layers of protection of the guards, he returned to the towering and majestic castle the way he came.
… …
The little short legs were very fast, and he returned home before the sky was completely dark.
In the spacious hall, Lady Rhea had been waiting for a long time.
"Mom, I miss you so much!"
Aemon was covered in dust, opened his arms and rushed towards the young lady with the highest aura in the room.
His chubby face was full of smiles, making people unable to get angry when they saw it.
Lady Rhea was expressionless, letting her son crash into her straight thigh, tightly bound like a chain.
"When did you come back? I was still thinking of going to greet you?"
Aemon looked up, grinning with his little white teeth.
One shouldn't hit a smiling cub!
He shook his head happily, his eyes staring straight at his mother.
Lady Rhea was in her prime, with black hair and black eyes inherited from the First Men's bloodline, and a slender figure that was slightly flat, highlighting a heroic and capable demeanor.
Needless to say, her face, with long and spirited eyes and a high and shapely nose bridge.
She was a classic beauty with a strong aura.
If she wasn't beautiful, she wouldn't have been designated by Queen Alysanne as a granddaughter-in-law.
"Sigh!"
Lady Rhea looked down sternly for a while, then helplessly supported her forehead and sighed.
Look at this kid's outfit.
He was covered in dirt, his feet were full of mud, and his pockets were filled with weeds that even goats wouldn't eat.
Those who didn't know would have thought he was the one who had returned from the hunt.
Aemon, with a thick face, ingratiatingly inquired: "Mom, how long are you going to stay at home this time?"
With reincarnation and a young body, his temperament was also endowed with childlike colors.
This was the benefit of a prospective university scholar with clear and foolish eyes, who had not been eroded by the big dyeing vat.
Extremely malleable!
Lady Rhea was so entangled by him that she moved a chair and sat down, absentmindedly answering: "Not many days, there will be another hunt soon."
"Oh." Aemon was already used to it.
"What do you think of this little deer?"
A portion of the hunting harvest was piled up in the hall, and Lady Rhea pulled out a dog-sized deer carcass, saying to herself: "Don't you like to eat venison? I'll leave it for you to roast and make soup."
Before Aemon could praise her, she took out two gray rabbits.
"The valley is cold in winter, and the snow rabbit's fur is soft, so I'll sew you a new pair of gloves."
Lady Rhea became more and more energetic as she spoke, admiring her prey: "And this black bear, you can't use it, so I'll skin it and hang it in my room…"
Aemon, who was left aside: … …
He was very touched, but he didn't dare to move.
Listening to his mother's endless narration of her hunting experience, his already sleepless and tired little body began to be unable to hold on, and his little head nodded little by little.
Until the old nun noticed this and changed the subject with the excuse of dinner.
The maids had already prepared, and quickly brought the dishes to the table.
Aemon sat on the stool, his two little short legs swaying back and forth, stretching his neck to look at the food distributed on the plate.
White bread slices + sausage + mashed potatoes, a classic dry meal.
Lady Rhea came to the table with little interest and took her own plate to eat.
Also at the table was the boy who was accompanying him, wearing a set of yellow-orange bronze armor, eating with a fork in a decent manner.
When Aemon saw this, his eyes were strange: "Why are you dressed like this?"
Since the Andals landed on the Five Fingers Peninsula, ironware has gradually become popular in Westeros.
House Royce follows the ancient bronze glory and often has the custom of wearing bronze armor.
But wearing it at the dinner table is too strange.
William swallowed the food in his mouth, elegantly put down his knife and fork, and raised what he thought was a handsome smile: "Lady Rhea promised me that I could go on the next hunt."
Aemon blinked his eyes, stabbing the sausage randomly with a small knife in his hand.
Go if you want, what are you so proud of?
This guy was arranged by his mother to be his reading companion, or rather, a guard or attendant, half a month ago.
His full name was William Royce, a direct bloodline cousin.
Speaking of which, the little dragon whelp would also have to lower his head and respectfully call him cousin.
In the original trajectory of the world, William also left a few words, he was the holder of the Royce family's ancestral sword "Lamentation", one of the Queensguard of Rhaenyra Targaryen (not the "Black Queen" as that term isn't typically used).
During the riot in the Dragonpit, he foolishly led the team into it to rescue.
Not only was the entire team killed by the rioters, but the invaluable Valyrian steel ancestral sword was also lost.
"I'm full."
Aemon devoured his food in a hurry, jumped off the stool with a round belly.
His feet were still half a foot off the ground, and he bounced once before landing.
Lady Rhea's delicate eyebrows furrowed, looking at the little guy's back, hesitating to speak.
Aemon's pace was cheerful, like a squirrel returning fully loaded.
Lady Rhea shook her head, swallowed the important thing she was about to say, and instructed the old nun: "Get him a different stool."
Ula!!