Ti passed peacefully into March 2026. That is, 298 AC, March.
During this period, Luke devoted more of his energy to his businesses on Earth.
After the Spring Festival, he began boldly arranging jobs for his family's fathers, brothers, and sisters.
Cousin Lan Zhi went to Pengcheng to learn warehouse managent. Several other cousins, older cousins, and younger cousins gradually joined the company — so in administration, so in finance, so in sales.
Luke also established two major holding groups.
One was called Jaqenion Group, which oversaw all his overseas funds, factories, and enterprises, with headquarters in Los Angeles, Arica.
The other was called Lu Group, which managed all his resources within Longguo, with headquarters in Pengcheng.
These two groups internally controlled more than a dozen companies with complex cross-shareholding structures that would make anyone's head spin.
On the surface, Luke's shareholding was only 1%, but in reality he held absolute control over both groups.
As for the complicated legal docunts, nominee shareholding agreents, offshore company structures… professional teams naturally handled all of that for him.
He only needed to sign, pay, then sit back and collect the profits while directing the big picture.
In addition, he invested 200 million RMB in building factories in Xiaoping City, Mulan Province, instantly becoming the mayor's honored guest!
Bicycle parts, hardware tools, match factories, candy processing plants, breweries… various projects advanced simultaneously.
Xiaoping City had abundant raw materials and convenient transportation. With the "Southern Canal" in Mulan Province scheduled to open this year, export trade would be no problem.
In the future, goods produced by these factories would be sold on Earth, while another portion would "disappear" from the warehouses and appear on the markets of Westeros.
A win-win.
It benefited his hotown while achieving the goal of resource transfer between the two worlds.
Even as Luke spent money lavishly, his wealth only grew larger.
The abandoned gold mine he had impulsively bought in Africa last year had unexpectedly revealed a high-grade gold vein.
The Alaskan forest he had purchased also "discovered" gold… the very sa forest he had bought to launder Westerosi gold.
Unfortunately, both discoveries were aggressively acquired by disgusting capitalists and mining giants.
Although Luke felt reluctant, there was nothing he could do.
Earth was not Westeros. He was not a lord, not a Celestial Dragon.
Here, he was just a "lucky ordinary person." Facing those true capital behemoths, he could only choose to "compromise."
Still, the acquisition fees were generous enough.
The corners of his mouth curled into a wicked smile again. Those "old money" and "giants" thought they were clever, using dirty tricks and forced acquisitions to snatch his assets.
Little did they know it was all a trap Luke had set. Once they started mining, they would discover they had been deceived.
At that ti, if they didn't co looking for "an explanation," fine. If they dared to co, Luke would simply "flip the table" and gift every high-level executive an experintal "refined sting" still in testing…
Besides that, Luke was also planning to establish a private bank on Earth.
He had too much money now and needed more professional financial tools to manage it. Moreover, with a bank, his "strength" on Earth could rise to another level.
Most importantly, he now possessed powerful spiritual strength and could attempt to "influence" others.
This ant many things could be done more covertly and efficiently…
That day, Bronn — who had been away from Draco for several months — finally returned to the south shore of the God's Eye.
He arrived covered in dust and exhaustion, his face unable to hide his fatigue, but his eyes shone with a complex light… fear, excitent, and the relief of having completed his mission.
He went straight to the lord's residence and requested an audience with Luke.
At that mont, Luke was lying on a recliner in the rear courtyard, basking in the sun.
The sunlight was warm but not harsh, making him feel lazy and comfortable. Michelle knelt behind him, her soft hands gently massaging his shoulders.
Michelle was the daughter of the family's grand steward Arthur. She had inherited many traits from her mother, the "Myrish enchantress"… chestnut curls, erald-green eyes, wheat-colored skin, tall figure, full breasts, and that exotic, seductive charm.
These past few days, Luke had been flirting with Li Zijin. Only now did he realize that his "white moonlight" was actually the ultimate succubus.
His Celestial Dragon "raging flas" had been stirred up and left unsatisfied, so Michelle beca the outlet.
Last night, he had finally taken her into his bed.
Right now, Michelle's face still carried a faint blush, but her hands moved with gentle focus.
She knew her position… the lord's personal maid, the lord's woman. This was her fortune and her mother's wish.
Luke kept his eyes closed, enjoying the massage while sending a strand of spiritual power into the stone house to soothe the three increasingly active little ones.
Inside the dragon egg incubation chamber, the temperature remained at its highest. The patterns on the three eggs' surfaces grew clearer, and the "heartbeat" inside them grew stronger.
It should be soon.
Footsteps approached.
Luke opened his eyes and saw Bronn striding over.
This rcenary-born fellow still looked sowhat roguish, but he respectfully perford a crisp "West Sea military salute."
The motion was flawless, yet his attitude carried the slippery casualness of an old soldier — the kind that said "I'll do it properly, but I don't really care."
"Lord Luke, your servant Bronn has returned. All the tasks you assigned have been completed. Please give your orders!"
He took several items from behind his waist and laid them neatly on the table in front of Luke.
A longsword wrapped in a black scabbard, its poml ending in a silver bear's head. A plain-looking black box. A sealed letter with the Night's Watch sigil pressed into the wax.
Luke's gaze fell on the longsword.
Bronn explained, "My lord, this is the ancestral Valyrian steel sword of House Mormont of Bear Island in the North… Longclaw. Lord Commander Jeor Mormont of the Night's Watch personally handed it to ."
Luke nodded and picked up the sword.
Shing—
The blade slid out, cold and gleaming. The sword was long and slender, its edge sharp enough to slice the air.
The distinctive rippling patterns of Valyrian steel flowed along the blade like living veins.
He held the sword in his right hand and lightly flicked the blade with the index and middle fingers of his left hand.
Hum—
A unique tallic ring rang out, long and clear, lingering in the air.
Satisfaction flashed in Luke's eyes.
He finally possessed a Valyrian steel weapon.
Such "Valyrian steel" blades were extrely rare — true treasures.
Even Tywin Lannister, the richest man in the Westerlands, had dread of owning one but never succeeded.
Yet now he had one.
He took a Damascus steel longsword from his personal space — one he had brought from Earth — and held one sword in each hand. He swung them hard against each other.
Clang!
Sparks flew.
A clear notch appeared on the Damascus steel blade.
But Longclaw remained completely unhard.
A sharp light flashed in Luke's eyes.
"Interesting."
He had always assud Valyrian steel weapons were about the sa strength as Damascus steel. He never expected it to be this superior.
This "magical tal" truly lived up to its na.
He sheathed Longclaw and casually handed it to a nearby guard.
"Take it to Maester Vaelin and let him study it for a few days. Then have the blacksmith change the bear-head poml to the dragon head of House Jaqenion."
The guard respectfully accepted the sword and left.
Luke then picked up the wooden box.
Inside was a pinhole cara and storage device.
Bronn's expression beca sowhat subtle.
"My lord, you truly foresaw everything. Queen Cersei and her brother Jai Lannister are indeed having an affair. The second son of the Northern lord, Bran Stark, was most likely pushed from the tower by them."
He paused, looking at the "magical eavesdropping" device in Luke's hand with so awe.
"I personally saw that Lannister brother and sister sneak up the tower, then flee in panic. These devices should have recorded the truth."
Luke picked up the tiny cara, the corners of his mouth curving into a mischievous smile.
This was a high-tech product he had brought from Earth — a pinhole cara with a hidden microphone.
Before Bronn left for the North, Luke had instructed him to install one on every tower in Winterfell once the King arrived.
Luke hadn't cared whether he actually captured anything — it had been a casual idea at the ti.
Jai and Cersei's incestuous affair had already been secretly fild and recorded countless tis by his "intelligence departnt."
He closed the box and set it aside.
"And?"
Bronn's expression grew even more serious.
"My lord, the experints proved that the several types of dragon glass you provided can indeed kill the Others."
His voice trembled slightly, as if he were still standing in the icy wilderness beyond the Wall.
"Of the ten family guards who went north with , only three returned. We encountered the Others… and wights… those things really exist. Those things really can kill people. If we hadn't brought the dragon glass weapons you prepared in advance, none of us would have made it back."
He swore that if he had known there were Others beyond the Wall, he would have refused the mission even if it killed him.
Luke nodded.
Sending Bronn north had served several purposes.
First, to obtain the Lord Commander's Valyrian steel longsword. After careful consideration, the only person likely willing to part with a Valyrian steel sword was soone like "Old Bear," the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch who already possessed one.
Second, to verify whether dragon glass from Dragonstone and obsidian from Earth could kill the Others. He had obtained a batch of dragon glass from Dragonstone and had Earth scientists analyze its composition. It turned out to be ordinary obsidian. Since both worlds' obsidian counted as "dragon glass," the solution was simple… there was no need to mine it specifically from Dragonstone. They could simply have Earth factories produce dragon glass weapons and dragon glass bullets on-site.
Third, and only incidentally, to inform the Night's Watch that the Others had returned and that dragon glass could kill them!
Now it appeared all three objectives had been achieved.
He picked up the letter, broke the wax seal, and unfolded the paper.
It was a personal letter from Jeor Mormont, Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.
The wording was sincere.
Old Bear thanked Luke for the information about the Others' return, the supplied materials, and the gold dragons. In return, he offered the Valyrian steel sword.
(PS: Luke had supplied the Wall with 100 pounds of "Myrish salt," 200 pounds of "swan velvet snow," 200 bottles of "Dragonfla," and 10,000 gold dragons!)
At the sa ti, the Lord Commander hoped that Lord Baron Luke could inform all the nobles and the King about the Others using the na of the "magic-blooded Celestial Dragon"…
Because the Lord Commander feared that the southern lords would not believe such a wild story as the Others returning.
Luke finished reading the letter and set it down.
He knew Old Bear's concerns were valid.
News of the Others appearing beyond the Wall had reached the South half a month ago.
As expected, the southern lords did not believe it.
The Northern lord had sent dozens of soldiers to the Wall to verify the claim, then followed the King south.
Eddard and Robert were indeed worried, but without confirmation or eyewitness accounts, they were more concerned with the situation in King's Landing.
The King had also heard that the exiled last princess of House Targaryen had married Khal Drogo and flew into a rage.
Who had ti to worry about the Others?
What was even worse was that his good brother Eddard Stark had suggested sparing the last remnants of the previous dynasty.
Robert had exploded on the spot.
Luke could almost see the furious King and hear his roar: "Spare them? As long as even one Targaryen lives, soone will raise their banner and rebel!"
And how would Eddard reply?
"They are children!"
Luke shook his head.
This was Eddard Stark — upright, kind, but also foolish.
In the ga of thrones, kindness was the greatest sin.
He folded the letter and put it away.
Then he looked at Bronn.
Bronn still stood there, waiting for further instructions.
Luke smiled.
"You've worked hard, Bronn. You missed the knighting ceremony. In a few days I'll hold a private one just for you."
Bronn's roguish expression finally changed.
A knight?
He could be dubbed a knight?
His breathing quickened as he perford another crisp military salute.
"For Jaqenion!"
This ti, his attitude was no longer casual.
This ti, his motion was filled with reverence.
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