Chapter 599
"Your Majesty, even if you're leaving, you'll have to defeat the Allies and win the Battle of Meereen." Old Jon said solemnly.
Look, this is the Knight, the real Knight!
This kind of talent deserves to be trusted.
"What did Aegon think, you didn't follow him, why did he get the allegiance of the Seven Kingdoms nobles?" Dany wondered.
The fight for Iron Throne doesn't end with King's Landing.
You don't have to care about the wishes of the people, but you must get the approval of the nobles, because the foundation of King's rule is the nobles.
Aegon, a Prince who has been dead for 18 years in name, is very difficult to even enter the household register of Rhaegar and Elia, let alone gain the loyalty of the nobles.
If Connington helps him run, maybe he can win some nobles.
—Connington may not have the same reputation as Barristan in the Seven Kingdoms, but he is also a big name.
Among the Seven Kingdoms Knights, he is also recognized as a true Knight with integrity and honor.
Tyrion is more capable than Connington, no doubt, but his reputation has rotted into the mud, and being around Aegon will only drag him down.
"He has the support of the Golden Company, the dragon, and your approval." Connington said with a complicated expression.
Dany is also a fan of the authorities.
With Aegon's 50-meter Wyvern, the Seven Kingdoms will be sure of one thing: whether Aegon is Rhaegar's child or not, the Dragon Queen must think he is.
Otherwise, Wyvern would never have been given to him, if not cut off his head.
This is one of the reasons why Illyrio and Varys traveled all the way to send Aegon to Slaver's Bay, gilded.
"Tell me, what should I do? I've sworn an oath, and I'll never break my oath. But tacitly, Aegon's use of my name to compete for Iron Throne means breaking the oath."
Dany throws this dilemma on two honest people.
Aemon was still frowning and thinking, Old Jon immediately said firmly: "Your Majesty, you are right, sacred oath, and cannot be violated.
His Royal Highness Prince is your Junior, It's also you...he is not your bannermen, but has your help and favor, absolutely do not tarnish your honor for your own selfish desires!"
Look, look, this is what A true Knight with honor and faith.
It really makes sense what Knight said!
Dany is once again sure that the Knight civilization of Westeros has something to offer.
"Ser, what do you think I should do?" Dany asked kindly.
"I don't know," Old Jon said flatly.
Dragon Queen is dead.
“But I know what I have to do,” Old Jon added quickly.
"What?" Dany said with a sullen face.
"I'm going to Pentos to persuade Prince Aegon to give up his irrational behavior and make sure your oath is not broken and your honor not tarnished," said Old Jon.
If he hadn't understood what Old Jon was like, Dany would have thought that he didn't succeed in his previous run, and now he plans to have a went but never returned!
"You didn't persuade him before, is it useful to go now?" Dany doubted.
Old Jon said with a serious look: "Whether it can be done is one thing, whether it can be done or not is another.
I have raised Prince for over ten years and can't look at him. He did something wrong. He is my adopted son, so why should I try to persuade him to come back."
At this moment, old Aemon also came up with a way to say: "Persuasion, probably not effective, Iron Throne's temptation ...
Ser, you tell Aegon that if he doesn't want to act on Your Majesty's oath, don't affect her reputation."
"What to do? "
The bright light flashed in the eyes of the old Aemon, said solemnly: "one clan two branches!"
"one clan two branches?" Old Jon exclaimed.
"Yes, one clan two branches, like Starfall and Dayne of High Hermitage." Old Aemon nodded and said.
"Aemon master, are you trying to split Prince Aegon? I'm afraid he doesn't want to!" Old Jon was not happy at first.
He does disagree with Aegon's actions, but he also doesn't want the "Silver Prince" unfathomable mystery to be a "secondary" Targaryen.
It is true that both the lords of Starfall and High Hermitage are called "Dayne", but in the last ages, High Hermitage has always been the bannermen of Starfall.
Actually, there is a more direct example than Dayne, King in the North Stark and Karstark of Karhold.
Obviously, Old Jon didn't want Rhaegar to be "Rhaegar Kartargaryen".
"Without the main family, it's like Reach's Fossoway." Aemon said.
Reach's Fossoway is another example. There is no priority between the two, one is a red apple and the other is a green apple.
More like Targaryen's Red Dragon and Black Dragon.
Well, after Aegon ran away, Aemon had completely regarded him as a Black Dragon.
Whether Aegon is a descendant of Blackfyre or not, Aemon has decided to treat him like a Black Dragon from now on.
"I try to persuade Prince to come back." Old Jon grudgingly agreed with Aemon's suggestion.
If a family is divided into two, Dragon Queen will naturally no longer have to take responsibility for Aegon's behavior, and Aegon can also be free to wave.
But this is doing more harm than good for Aegon.
He's fighting for the Iron Throne, not the Iron Throne.
Now he also needs Dragon Queen's support, at least Dragon Queen's tiger skin.
At this point, Old Jon can only hope that the adopted son will be smart, obediently and honestly follow him back to Slaver's Bay as a glorious Wyrmrider.
...
Dany is talking about Tyrion's defection here, and Tyrion is also tormented by oneself's behavior.
After the day of the death of the father, the simple and happy Imp was gone forever.
If there really is an Infernal Hell, he has been wandering in the Infernal Hell.
During the day, sound, color, touch, smell, and smell can teach people anesthesia; at night, in sleep, all emotions emerge so clearly from the depths of Soul.
A person who lives in remorse will go to buy drunk, but will never fall asleep soberly.
"Your Majesty, Queen Your Majesty, no, don't take my Tysha! Please, I can help you with Wildfire, I can go to Rainwood, and I can help you. ....."
dwarf knelt under the Queen and begged.
"The dragon is mine, you betrayed me, and I will take back Tysha," the Dragon Queen looked grim, kicked up and kicked the dwarf back a few times like a ball.
dwarf struggled to get up, wiped the blood from his forehead, looked up again, and saw the father staring at oneself with stern eyes.
He wears a golden lion helmet on his head and wears a golden plate armor with dark red enamel. The breastplate and gloves are decorated with intricate golden scrolls, and the gauntlet disc is a golden sunburst.
A pair of golden lionesses lay on their shoulders, dragging a thick and heavy cloak of pure gold.
The one on the side is majestic and very luxurious, but when I looked down, I saw Duke Tywin's lower body was bald, the second part was bloody, and a crossbow was inserted.
"father, I'm sorry!" dwarf burst into tears, wu wu wu cried, "you are a bastard, but I shouldn't have killed you."
Tywin only Staring at him with warm blue eyes, thin lips pursed tightly.
"Tyrion, you killed me!"
dwarf wiped away his tears, but saw Uncle Kevan replacing father and looking at oneself sadly.
Uncle is wearing a gorgeous dark red embroidered Golden Lion velvet gown, crowned, sitting on Iron Throne full of sharp blades, his neck is empty, his head is tucked in his left armpit, his eyes are complaining, mouth Talking open and close.
"Tyrion, you said oneself was a Lannister, you said you would seek a better future for Casterly Rock's Lannister.
I believed in you and paid for it with my life , you regret it here, what's in Slaver's Bay?
Don't you want to liberate the slave, hahahahahahaha haha..."
"No, I don't regret it, I do Back at King's Landing, I'm going to correct Cersei's mistakes and take control of the Seven Kingdoms situation before the Dragon Queen officially intervenes - ao wu!"
Tyrion howled, sat up, still awake, a A fluffy head lifted from his crotch and said vaguely, "Lord Dragonrider, you are crazy."
Tyrion looked left and right, the palace-like room, the sea breeze from the balcony , bringing him the sound of seagulls, the warmth of the sun and the saltiness of the sea.
And his oneself was lying naked on a goose down bed, the mattress was so soft that he felt oneself was wrapped in clouds.
Perhaps, not only because of the mattress, but also...
dwarf looked towards the hardworking blonde slave girl early in the morning, asking, "How am I crazy? Did I say something?"
"You held me and did that, shouting Dragon Queen, 'Cersei' and 'Jaime', 'Tywin', 'Kevan' Called. It's okay to call Queen, you even...Tywin is your father, right?"
"get lost!" dwarf said angrily.
The slave girl was very good, obediently and honestly got up and left.
"Wait," dwarf frowned, looking at oneself's dick as hard as an iron rod, and called, "Come back!"
After finishing, Tyrion took a shower. After taking a shower, he staggered out of the bedroom.
In the fountain garden in the palace's backyard, he meets Aegon and Illyrio.
The fat Magister was sitting under the cherry tree enjoying the glutinous rice cake with jujube kernels, when he caught a glimpse of dwarf, he immediately stretched out his palms as thick as carrot knuckles and shouted:
"Old Partner, hurry up! Come and sit, I have prepared a cherry dove pie for you. I was looking for you to discuss the next thing, but I heard at the door...
Hey, it's so good to be young, it's so frustrating It's noon."
dwarf's ugly face was slightly red, pointing to Aegon beside the pool and shouting at the craftsman who painted the Wyvern, "What is Prince doing?"
Tyrion left and right Shake your butt | stock to stabilize your body.
This chair is way too big for dwarf, it was originally for Fat Magister's fat ass.
The chairs are wide and deep, and dwarf has the uncomfortable feeling of being in Giant's kingdom.
"Didn't you see it? Paint it black." Fatty stroked the oiled yellow beard sharply.
"I see, what can I do with the paint?" dwarf simply moved his butt to one of the armrests and used the chair as a soft couch.
The fat Magister frowned, then stretched it out again, sighing, "Wyvern sounds a few notches better than dragon, but Prince Aegon's Balerion is big enough to be very intimidating.
But its scales are like weeds in a smelly lake..."
"Do you think the people and nobles of Westeros have more feelings for Black Dragon?" Fat Magister laughed.
"So, even the name changed?"
dwarf lifted the tightly sealed bronze lid and chewed on the pigeon pie inside.
fatty narrowed his eyes, glanced at the stone carving in the center of the pool, and said, "Obviously, 'Elia' is far less destiny than 'Balerion'."
Marble In the center of the pool is a nude sculpture of a young swordsman, a light and graceful figure with agile skills. It is a fat Magister when he was young.
Well, in Roshan at this time, there was a period of lush years when one could also eat by their looks.
dwarf munched on the meat pie and muttered, "But 'Elia' is obviously more popular with Uncle Dorne.
You called Prince back ahead of time without even telling the Dragon Queen in person. , has offended her greatly, and if she loses Dorne's support again..."