Chapter 450
The former Temple of the Graces, today's Temple of Light, is a pyramid-themed complex.
The pyramid here is not as tall as Dany's Great Pyramid, but the top platform is wider.
Clear swimming pools, red rose gardens, small vineyards in light purple, olive trees in azure, white laurel bushes...
dressed in red tulle woman acted coquettishly on the stone steps in front of the pool, waiting for guests to pick.
There are happy voices of men and women everywhere in the park, including the sound of silk and bamboo, the sound of the orchestra, the sound of drinking and punching, and even the low-pitched screams that make people wonder.
Tyrion stood at the gate of the park, as high-spirited and vigorous as a general returning from a battle, and loudly said to Aegon, who was staring at the side, "Now, you know that I brought you here. Is it the real purpose?"
"I won't thank you." Aegon said stubbornly.
"You can't teach children," Tyrion shook the head and sighed, "How can you become a veteran of the battlefield without going through large and small battles? How can you tell the truth from a woman who doesn't know all kinds of things? Fake love?
If I had this experience back then, at least I could immediately tell Jaime's lies."
"How to tell?" Aegon said stunned.
Tyrion patted him on the back and said in a complicated tone: "Do you know how to tell the difference between new shoes and old shoes?
Unfortunately, I've been muddleheaded all these years, and it's only now that I think about it. Understand such a simple question.
Now, you can get my advanced experience without going through the vicissitudes of life, just have fun!"
Then, dwarf stride proudly ahead into the pleasure garden , opened his arms, and shouted: "My devout Septa, I, Lord Wildfire, have come to you for Vespers again!"
"Ah, Lord Wildfire, choose me, choose me."
"Ah, Lord Wildfire, choose me, choose me."
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"Wildfire General, burn my passion with your green flame!"
Sequoia Septa on the steps beckoned and cheered one by one.
"Who is this dwarf and why is it so popular?" In the park, a sea merchant asked puzzled.
"This is Wildfire General, the big hero who specially formulated Wildfire for Queen." A Red Septa beside him said.
"Big hero?" Haishang became more and more puzzled.
"Wildfire was prepared for the Allies, and he didn't pay attention, he failed the wildfire test, and immediately killed himself. What is not a big hero? We need to take good care of Wildfire General until he dies."
"Uh..." Haishang's expression distorted.
...
An hour later, in Tyrion's mini-game, Aegon flopped.
"Ah—" Before long, a Septa screamed in horror in the pleasure garden.
This Septa is a blue Septa during the day, and at night, he puts on a red veil and enters the pleasure garden.
"ahhhh—" Tyrion yelled in horror after a moment.
"Ahhh—" Little Aegon yelled in desperation.
“Ahhhh——”pleasure garden was shrouded in fear, Septa and Enke ran and screamed.
......
Dany was woken up in his sleep, and when he woke up, he told Unsullied to bring a bunch of people to the top of the pyramid.
The sky is bright, standing on the pyramid, you can see the gray-white sea fog covering the city like cotton candy, and the golden sunrise is splashing lively in the indigo sky in the far east.
The cool sea breeze stirred the sea of fog, and caressed Dany's cheeks, shaking her spirits.
"What's the matter?"
Little Aegon and Tyrion were disheveled, like preparing for there funeral, slumped on the armchair, four or five meters away from the crowd, still on their bodies. Wrapped in a blanket.
Connington facial expression grave, eyes twinkling.
The sadness on Green Graces Galazzi's face almost melted into water, dripping down her chin.
"Your Majesty, Grey Plague in town!" she wailed.
"What, Grey Plague? Did you make a mistake?"
Before Dany could react, old Aemon jumped up.
"Yes, Grey Plague, Lord Wildfire has been infected, Prince Aegon probably..." Green Graces hesitated, looking confused.
“Wu wu——” Aegon cried out suddenly, desolate and sad.
"Seven Hells, Aegon, are you infected too?"
Old Aemon complexion pale, on the verge of collapse.
"wu wu, I'm probably infected by Imp." Aegon burst into tears, crying in despair: "The Seven, it's the first time...the first time I've experienced such a tragedy , I knew this would happen, and I wouldn't have gone with Imp after killing me."
"What's the first time?" Aemon said curiously.
"Prince Aegon and Wildfire General went to the pleasure garden last night." Old Saintess said.
Under the reproachful eyes of Connington and old Aemon, Tyrion sighed: "I'm just out of kindness, little Prince is 17 years old.
Put it on Westeros, I've experienced it before. "Proper" noble education, you should understand this better than me."
"You can find a maid." Connington said with suppressed anger.
"In the Queen's palace, looking for the Queen's maid?" Tyrion asked sarcastically.
“It’s not a major event to go to the pleasure garden,” Dany waved his hand and asked in confusion, “First explain how Grey Plague got here.”
Of course she knows Grey Plague .
Grey Plague has similar symptoms to Greyscale, only with different levels of harm.
Strictly speaking, Greyscale is not terrifying, it does not touch the lesions of the body, and it is difficult to be infected.
But Greyscale can evolve into Grey Plague with super high propagation coefficient.
As a simple analogy, Greyscale is the common cold, and Grey Plague is a mutated whole-meter (?) flu.
But Dany wasn't too panicked.
—she doesn't believe a virus can infect The Unburnt.
"Wildfire General has an infection of Grey Plague, but he doesn't know it by himself. It turns out... While doing Sigh Technique 5th Style with Gayd, Gayd noticed black and grey spots on his inner thighs."
"Your Majesty, Gayd is a brilliant blue Septa!" stressed old Saintess.
There used to be seven-color Saintess in Temple of the Graces, Green Graces was the Pope, Red Graces was the temple prostitute, White Graces were noble virgins who went to the temple as trainees, and Blue Saintess was the doctor.
There are also defunct Pink Graces, Gold Graces, Purple Graces (Saintess for Valyria Dragonlord).
Dany sees that the "seven" of the Seven Saintess is compatible with The Seven, so he keeps this Saintess system, and redefines Pink Graces as priests of song and dance, Gold Graces as secretary, Purple Graces as Silent Sisters. responsibilities.
This Gayd also understands medicine and masters the Way of the Seven Sighs.
Being a doctor during the day and going to the pleasure garden at night for legitimate and reasonable entertainment is a talent!
"Are you sure it's Grey Plague?" Dany asked.
Grey Plague has similar symptoms to Greyscale, and it's hard to tell if it doesn't spread on a large scale.
"I've never been touched by a Greyscale person, so it must be Grey Plague, only Grey Plague can spread through the air, making me unconsciously infected." Tyrion said desperately.
"No, not necessarily," Connington said suddenly.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have kept it from you."
He sighed then said, taking off his right hand long-barreled deerskin glove, revealing his gray-black speckled palm.
The upper half of the middle finger has even been completely petrified to gray.
"Ah!"
Tyrion was stunned for a moment, then jumped up suddenly, pointed at Connington, torn by grief and indignation and yelled:
" It's you, you infect me with Greyscale! Last time I tried Wildfire at the brickyard, you grabbed my old X with that hand, Seven Hells! Jon Connington, you're so vicious."
"Didn't I keep asking if you were feeling it?" Connington argued awkwardly.
"You bastard, tell me if you're sick!" Tyrion yelled.
"I..." Connington froze.
"Ser, when did you get Greyscale?" Dany asked.
Connington glanced at the infuriated Tyrion and sighed: "About four months ago, in Sorrows. Tyrion was pulled down by the stone men, and I jumped down to save him, fighting with the stone men. In the process, he was pinched in his hand."
The angry expression on Tyrion's face froze.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" he asked loudly.
Connington smiled wryly and shook his head: "What can I say? Grayscale cannot be cured, it is a terminal disease! The curse has entered my blood and flows through my body.
Cut off the right hand. There's only a very small chance of being cured, but the right hand is my dominant hand.
I'll also help Prince Aegon with Iron Throne.
At that time, I didn't know the Queen's end Long Night is the king's oath, I don't know that she has been to Westeros.
I thought that Queen would marry Prince immediately, then ride the dragon to Pentos, join the fleet prepared by Golden Company and Illyrio, and take back Iron first. Throne.
In that way, Prince Aegon becomes King of the Seven Kingdoms and can go home even if Queen Your Majesty fails at Slaver's Bay..."
"As long as you help Targaryen back home in two years, let me redeem oneself from the failure of the Battle of the Bells, I will return to Griffin's Roost, in the redwood forest where I first met Prince Rhaegar...die."
The audience was silent, everyone's mood was complicated, and the eyes looking towards Connington were no longer blamed and resentful.
Dany sighed in his heart, this is a real Knight, just like Barristan, White Bull, Sword of the Morning and their "old version" Knight.
Mad King is so crazy, why are there so many virtuous and honorable Knights under his rule?
Old Aemon let out a sigh of relief and said slowly: "As long as it's not Grey Plague, it's not a big problem. Immediately isolate anyone who has had 'close' contact with Tyrion, and stab him with a knife. The part of the touch, if... uh!"
old man's expression was twisted, and some couldn't go on.
"The Seven is up, Wildfire General goes to the pleasure garden almost every night these days, most of the girls are with him...and our girls also pick up guests, this... ." Green Graces looked desperate.
"Aegon, did you just go today?" Aemon asked expectantly.
"wu wu wu ......"
I was called by the old Aemon, and the little Prince, who was sitting in a daze, regained his senses and began to cry.
"Imp invited me to play a game, I, I couldn't help it, participated, wu wu wu..."
What game?
Dany would love to ask.
"Don't worry, our Targaryen bloodline contains power and is very resistant to curses. There are almost no people infected with Greyscale in history." The old Aemon comforted Aegon.
This is true.
Valyrian's genes are all optimized, and it is almost impossible to catch colds and fevers.
Valyrian is completely immune to many diseases that the ordinary person infects.
But there are two prerequisites here: first, the bloodline is "pure" enough; second, there are dragons!
"Stannis' daughter also has Targaryen's bloodline, but she still has Greyscale," Dany said.
"wu wu wu..." Aegon heard this, crying even more fiercely.
"Shireen and Aegon are different, Shireen and Princess Rhaelle are three generations apart, and Aegon is your nephew and has the purest bloodline."
Aegon stopped crying and looked eagerly at Dany aunt.
"Your Excellency Green Graces, immediately close the pleasure garden and conduct the most thorough investigation; Grey Worm, suspend the trip to Meereen.
Eight thousand Unsullied and five thousand trainees are all dispatched , block the whole city, go door-to-door according to the household register, strip | naked, check one by one.
Remember, all Unsullied must wear leather armor, gloves and a face mask... "
Speaking of which, Dany turned his head and asked Aemon, "How to kill a virus... um, curse?"