King of The Wall

2021-01-06

Chapter 340 Westward Conference (Part 1)

Trembling all over, nervous with a glimmer of hope, heart It almost jumped out of my throat... This feeling, Petyr hasn't smelled it in years?
Reason says that oneself cares so much about Queen's safety because she is oneself's only hope to return to Westeros; but there is another voice in the subconscious saying, no, not only that.

It's been twenty years since he lost a duel against Brandon Stark for Catelyn Tully and was banished by the Tullys. He believes that oneself is already hard-hearted and will no longer be afraid of anyone from the bottom of his heart, but Daenerys has such a magical power that can make everything impossible possible.

Littlefinger instinctively stood on tiptoe and widened his eyes, eager to put all his strength into his eyes just to see if there was a silhouette of Queen on the back of the black giant beast.

Black Dragon is so much bigger than it was three and a half months ago, Petyr can barely tell if it's Queen's Drogon. At this moment, it has flown to a place a hundred meters away from the terrace, and an elegant head-raising, tail-flicking, and rolling body began to circle around the top of the pyramid.

The sky was clear and cloudless, and on Black Dragon's dark back, a mass like a white silk scarf gleamed in the direct sunlight - the silver hair of the House Targaryen man!

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The appearance of the Black Dragon quickly attracted the attention of all the Queen's followers in the city and in the pyramids, and soon five or six cores of Meereen's new ruling structure gathered on the terrace figure. Under their ecstatic gazes, Drogon circled round and round, announcing the return of the oneself to the whole city, flapping his wings and falling into the air on the edge of the terrace with a lightness that was completely out of shape. On the ground, bowing his head and lying on the ground obediently - and the slender silhouette that everyone is very familiar with, stepped on the "stairway" deliberately created by Black Dragon with the wing root and the side of the body, and smoothly descended to the slate floor of the terrace.

Daenerys doesn't seem to have the function of "tanning". The sun shines on her skin like White Jade as always, reflecting her indescribably bright face, and the fatigue caused by the long journey can't hide Queen's face. Incredible beauty. After staring at her for a moment, Petyr swallowed all the complaints and doubts.

The Queen does gradually begin to accept and respect oneself, but it is far from the level of liking and favoring, oneself is just a staff and high-level consultant, must put oneself in position.

"Welcome back, Queen Your Majesty, the whole Meereen is looking forward to you."

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A moment later, Daenerys is in the middle and upper levels of the pyramid In the small hall of her, she participated in the imperial meeting that she had been absent for dozens of times.

Accurately speaking, it should be the enlarged meeting in front of the imperial palace - at the small round table, there is one less familiar person, but a few more unfamiliar faces.

"Where's Daario?" Daenerys asked subconsciously, looking around.

Petyr frowned, this was a very meaningful meeting, but Queen asked the whereabouts of her oneself lover at first, which was really embarrassing to the extreme. Unhappy and unhappy, he still answered truthfully: "I sent him to the east of the city to protect our trade line with the Lazarin people. Make sure your people can eat and clothe themselves."

"Hope he's up to it." Let's hope it's not a dangerous job, Daenerys thought. She also vaguely noticed that oneself's words and deeds were inappropriate, and quickly changed the subject: "These new friends are..."

"They are from the Iron Islands beyond a thousand li, to greet you. The Ironmen Warriors who sailed back to Westeros." Petyr, like most of the Seven Kingdoms, disliked the pirates, but that didn't change the fact that they had done a great job in the war: "In last month's defense of Meereen , they launched a surprise attack on the Yunkai Navy from Slaver's Bay and attacked the enemy flank after landing, greatly reducing the pressure on Unsullied's frontal attack. In addition, the smoked ham, Salt pork and bacon, and some grain, also slightly relieved your people in Meereen from being hungry."

"We bought it on the way from Westeros." The stocky Iron The Fleet representative said with a proud look, emphasizing the way the deal was done: "Pay the 'iron price'."

iron price? Just grab it. Daenerys, who had already learned about the customs and customs of Westeros from Littlefinger, shook his head secretly, but also understood that oneself, as a beneficiary, really has no real position.

If Petyr's description of the Ironmen gave Daenerys an initial -10 favorability rating for the Iron Islands residents, the rude demeanor and staring at her in the face made her a good one. Sensitivity is -10 again. However, this Iron Fleet is "the first established force to come from Westeros to defect to oneself" - just for this, I added 50 favorability points to them - although the title was added early "Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men", but even Daenerys oneself understands: it's just self-comfort and spiritual triumph, Westeros...simply not many people really expect oneself to return.

The emergence of this group of Ironmen fills this void and greatly enhances Daenerys' confidence in the future.

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"How dare you ask me, sir." Daenerys asked as friendly as he could, smiling softly.

"I'm not an adult, Queen Your Majesty can call me 'The Barber' Newt, and when I was young I was a good throwing axe, even throwing an axe to shave and shave, so everyone Gave me this nickname." The sailor replied, then stood up angrily and pointed at the other man beside him: "Besides, I have to expose this devil to you right away! It was he who spoke in Captain Victarion's ear and cost Iron Fleet his loss. Sorcerer!"

The other sailor also stood up, angrily claiming that the Sorcerer beside him should not have appeared at the meeting, but should have been immediately tied to a stone and thrown into Slaver's Bay to sacrifice Drowned God .

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"I told Lord Greyjoy that he didn't need to blow the horn himself, but he decided to take a risk. He was a warrior and paid the price for his bravery."

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The man accused of being a devil pleads for oneself in loud, standard Westeros lingo - Daenerys has already noticed him. Oneself has traveled halfway across the Essos continent, but has never seen a character like him: he is a head taller than Daario, his waist is more than three times wider, and his belly is so bulging that he can fit curled up oneself, and the face is covered with tangled bony white whiskers, like the temples of an albino lion.

His skin was dark—not the pine cone brown of the Summer Isles, not the reddish-brown of the Dothraki Horselord, but pure black. Blacker than coal, blacker than obsidian, blacker than crow wings... He looks like he's been burned, Daenerys thought. The red tattoos all over the cheeks and forehead are like blazing flames, and a new red robe clearly shows his identity: a Red God believer.

"Sophistry, you must have manipulated Captain Victarion's mind with your evil Magic, so that he could do such a foolish thing that he almost killed himself!"

"A few friends ." Petyr coughed and interrupted the quarrel between several new entrants in displeasure: "I don't quite understand the details of the conflict between you, but I have to remind you that this is in Queen Your Majesty's Conference Hall. , and it's the first time you both see her."

These words blocked their mouths, and the two Ironmen who had stood up glared at the red robe monk with fiery eyes, resentful. sat down. The latter - from start to finish, sat at the table as if the two of them didn't exist, only looking at Daenerys with interest.

Daenerys is very aware of how attractive oneself's beauty is to men, but the red robe monk's eyes when looking at oneself are not lustful, but rather like looking at a rare treasure, full of It's all frenzy and joy. This made her feel a little uncomfortable, but for some reason, there was no sign of touching the sleeping dragon in her heart - she couldn't get angry.

The Queen moved slightly in the chair and asked, "Those two are members of Iron Fleet, then... Your Excellency Priest, why are you here and why are you here? Contradicting them?"

"In Lower Moqorro, as you can see, the Red Temple from Volantis, a faithful believer of the Lord of Light. I have been assigned by High Priest Benerro to come to serve you— Child of Prophecy provides guidance and help." The black-skinned giant raised his chest, and his face was solemn: "Long Night is dark and sinister everywhere. A pair of evil eyes staring at you who are unaware, the unspeakable Other's servant is conspiring Overthrow you, you are in peril... And in the west of Essos, the land where you were born, an iron chair destined to be yours awaits your Return of the King, a battle destined to be won by you The final battle is waiting for you to join. In the most dangerous extreme northern lands, the most powerful follower you can get, one of the three heads of the dragon, is shouldering the responsibility that should belong to you. We are struggling to support the line of defense that protects all of us, and need your support urgently. You have little time left, and you must seize every minute and second to get to where you should have been!”

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Benerro has shown a lot of unusual features after landing, and it also represents the Red God belief that has a strong influence in many Free Cities. This is Petyr The reason why he was allowed to meet Queen in the first batch - but if he had known that he met Daenerys to make such a typical alarmist and bluffing remark, he would have ordered Unsullied to prohibit this person from entering the pyramid.

But it was too late to scold him on the spot, so Hand of the Queen had to frown, hoping that the young girl who was assisted by oneself would not be fooled so easily.

"Thank you for your warning and advice." Daenerys's response was quite satisfactory to Littlefinger - she showed a sultry face, only a polite nod, looked towards the other two beside her : "His Excellency Newt, and your mates...I don't want to hide my joy and gratitude to see you come all the way to help. Can you explain who you're talking about Captain Victarion, and what really happened between you two? ?"

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The two Ironmen sailors looked at each other, and finally Newt the Barber spoke up: "Back to Queen Your Majesty—two years ago, Balon Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands who rose up against the House of Baratheon Flayers, died unexpectedly. We reopened the old Kingsmoot, by the will of the Drowned God, who decided to succeed him. In the end, Euron Greyjoy won the support of the Ironmen and renewed the Ascended the Seastone Throne."

"Euron Your Majesty hates the Snatchers and their younger brothers for their licentious or tyrannical rule, and always misses the peace and stability of the Seven Kingdoms during the Targaryen Dynasty. So upon hearing The news that you were in Slaver's Bay sent his younger brother, Victarion Greyjoy, Iron Fleet's supreme captain, to lead us to Slaver's Bay to welcome the return of Queen Your Majesty." Another sailor answered, "The Ironmen All efforts are being made to consume the strength of the two false kings, Stannis and the false Aegon, and their supporters, and have made all preparations in secret, just waiting for you to return to Westeros, and can immediately raise troops for you - take back Iron Throne, and be killed in return. Usurping the throne and genocide."

"Touching loyalty, but please wait." Littlefinger, who is anyone, easily found the problem in the other party's statement: "Euron came to power through Kingsmoot. Yeah, so he's the King of the Iron Islands now?"

The two Iron Fleet representatives looked awkwardly at each other and admitted it hesitantly.

"Aiya, that's a lot of trouble - ask this King of the Iron Islands: what did he want when he sent a fleet to show affection to Queen Your Majesty - he probably doesn't care about gold and silver treasures, Is it acknowledging the status of the Iron Islands as an independent kingdom? Anyone who sits on the Iron Throne will not agree to this, or they will bear the eternal infamy of splitting the Seven Kingdoms." Petyr stared sharply at the sailor: "Or - he The title of self-proclaimed king is an expedient measure of resistance. On the day the Queen returns to King's Landing Seven Kingdoms, will he put down his crown and bow his head?"

"This...King Euron did not explain in detail when we set off, I can't wait to answer." Newt replied with sweat on his head: "But isn't there a way to solve this problem, King Yoren is in his prime and unmarried - if Queen Your Majesty is willing to be with the King of the Iron Islands Marriage, don't you need to consider whether the Westeros will split?"

Petyr looked at Daenerys with a faint smile: "Then, everything is clear - the Ironmen are not supported because they miss the Targaryen Dynasty. Your Majesty You, they want, three dragons, Iron Throne, and yourself. The Queen's husband, of course, is the King of Westeros."

Daenerys nominates. She is no longer the ignorant little girl she was when she was sold to Khal Drogo by Ilio Magister. Naturally, she understands that there is no such thing as giving without expecting anything in return. Although this Euron, who has never met, has a great appetite, after all, he took the initiative to show his goodwill. As for the price, it can always be negotiated.

"Then may I ask, where is this Lord Victarion Greyjoy at this time? Was he injured in battle and is recuperating in the city?"

After a few seconds of silence in the room, The dark-skinned red robe monk answered the question.

"He died, from the flames of one of your three dragons, from a foolish attempt to train a dragon."

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(End of this chapter)