Chapter 690
After Sansa introduced Illyrio's identity, Second Stag frowned and looked at fatty, "Where is Varys? He conspired to confuse the Rhaegar bloodline, did you participate?"
Illyrio was stunned, Then the fat face changed from blue to white to red, raised the fat finger as thick as a carrot, pointed to the Second Stag, and said shiveringly: "You don't have to spit, and you don't have to change the subject!
Aegon Your Majesty by Ser Connington Raised with Septa Ashara since childhood, his identity is personally recognized by Dragon Queen and Prince Doran, what qualifications and identity do you use to suspect him?
Hurry up and hand over Aegon Your Majesty!"
"I'm the legal King of Seven Kingdoms!" Second Stag's eyes were sharp like a knife, "It's you, a foreign businessman, why are you so actively involved in Seven Kingdoms?
What is Aegon and you? Relationship, more urgent than Sansa Stark?"
"I don't deny that sponsoring Aegon Your Majesty has the idea of obtaining a title and Fiefdom, but I am a righteous businessman and an old friend of House Targaryen, Doing justice for Targaryen is also my ideal."
Illyrio's angry expression, clear eyes, and firm tone, look like a persecuted and misunderstood loyalist.
"Don't get off the topic," Sansa waved his hand impatiently and asked Second Stag, "why not release Aegon immediately? I've done what you said, True Dragon Alliance is clearly broken, No more threats to your throne."
"Are you forgetful?" Second Stag's tone was also very bad, "I said at the time that when Davos took over the military command of the Pseudo-Dragon Alliance, he would take Aegon Under the supervision of a third party, namely Jon Stark.
I will let him go when you swear self-imposed exile after King's Landing is over."
"At that time That's right, but you shouldn't take Aegon out of Winterfell. How is Jon going to keep Aegon's treatment and safety out of Winterfell?"
"Do you think I'll stay in Winterfell forever?" Stannis asked rhetorically.
"You could keep a group of people overseeing Aegon at Winterfell, as you did with Black Dread," Sansa said.
Second Stag glanced at Jon and said coldly, "Sorry, your reputation isn't worth the risk. I'm not at ease in Winterfell."
This is clearly Jon was embarrassed and embarrassed about what he said to oneself.
He blushed and said, "Stannis Your Majesty, isn't that too much for you to say?
Dreadfort hasn't won, I haven't gotten my revenge on Roose Bolton yet. , but still sent 2,000 cavalry to go south with you.
In the entire North, there are no 3,000 cavalry at this time, what do you want?"
Second Stag indifferently said: "I I want you to take over the nobles of the Riverlands as Robb's heir, and I want you to go south with 10,000 North soldiers."
Jon's army consists of three parts: Wildlings on the Wall, Stoneborn on Skagos, North Private soldiers brought by nobles.
The two thousand cavalry he gave to Second Stag, all from the various North princes, Wildlings, Stoneborn, and even the battered clansmen, all stayed in Winterfell.
According to Second Stag's idea, Jon must not only fully support him to go south, but also replace Sansa and rebuild the alliance of "wolf, fish and eagle".
Because Robb is not only King in the North, the Riverlands lords, including his grandfather's House Tully, have pledged allegiance to him.
Of course, Second Stag is not stupid. He never thought of picking whole peaches. Jon can win as many people as he can.
But Jon refused.
Refused to send all troops to follow him south, and refused to write a letter of persuasion to Blackfish of The Twins.
Jon is stupid to do his best to help Second Stag at this time.
And Blackfish is Sansa's second grandfather, but he has nothing to do with him.
In the silence, Sansa suddenly asked: "Where are you going to take Aegon?"
——Go to King's Landing, in the Red Keep, judge him in public, then exile him, It's a pity...
Second Stag A hint of helplessness appeared in the deep blue eyes of the cold pool, and then disappeared in an instant.
With an expressionless face, his voice was flat and rigid, and said: "Go to White Harbor, take a boat south, and I want to go back to Storm's End! That is Baratheon's clan fort and cannot fall into the hands of outsiders."
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——North was never his destination, got the loyalty of the North people, and then led Stark south to The Neck, conquered the Riverlands princes and even the Vale princes along the way, and rebuilt the "deer, wolf, fish, eagle" centered on the stag The alliance is his original and best wish.
Of course, it's not the worst situation now, Aegon is out, North is loyal, Iron Bank also helped him with an unlimited money buff, crazy explosives, recruiting 70,000 or 80,000 mercenaries, and always hitting Under King's Landing.
The conversation broke up, but Jon spent a quarter of an hour alone in the Second Stag camping tent before leaving.
"Stannis Your Majesty, I've always had a question, Winterfell is thousands of kilometers away from King's Landing, how do you know Aegon's military plans, and even the exact location of the North and South army?" Jon asked this The problem that has plagued him for a long time.
"I have oneself's news channel." Second Stag seemed to be reluctant to talk about it, speaking vaguely and prevariously.
"Is it Maester Theomore?"
Seeing Second Stag's pupils shrinking suddenly, Jon understood that oneself guessed right, and shook with a wry smile: "Sure enough, Lord Manderly's warning is right. Yes.
I should have listened to him at the time, refused Maester Theomore's service, and chose an apprentice from a North nobleman.
Even if the ability is low, at least the loyalty will be guaranteed."
"Maester Theomore is loyal to King." Second Stag indifferently said.
"But he's more loyal to King on Iron Throne!" Jon rubbed his numb cheeks, lamented, "Have you ever wondered where his news came from? ?
The nobles of the North and the princes of the Crownlands have no contact with each other. In the past, they would not receive a single letter from the Crownlands throughout the year.
Even if there are letters, they are news summaries, not at all. Timeliness.
And it is outdated current affairs news, and only Winterfell is qualified to receive and send.”
In fact, not only is the North news closed, but Raven is used in this communication, and papermaking has not yet In the age of invention, Seven Kingdoms all had slow flow of information.
For example, Dragonstone's Maester Pylos is in charge of collecting Seven Kingdoms news, but the news he receives belongs to "monthly", what major event is happening in Vale this month, what news is in Reach this month.... ..
Second Stag's eyes flashed, it doesn't matter: "No matter where he gets the news, as long as it's true and valuable to me, that's enough."
"You—" Jon widened his eyes, and suddenly came to his senses: he knew Theomore's intentions weren't pure, but he'd rather let Cersei take advantage of Aegon!
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"That's right, I've been associated with King's Landing. Raven of Red Keep brings news of True Dragon Alliance and I meet Stannis Your Majesty After that, I told him immediately."
Maester Theomore's red and fat face was full of calm.
On his return to Winterfell, Jon ordered his arrest and brought him to trial in the hall.
"It was you!" The expression on Sansa's face was mixed, ranging from obvious disbelief to anger and murderous aura.
"But you are Maester, swearing allegiance to the emperor, never mind."
"I did not betray Earl Manderly, nor Duke Jon." Theomore calmly said .
"Collaborating with Cersei is not a betrayal?"
"Queen Dowager Cersei is the King of the Seven Kingdoms, the traitors are Stannis and Aegon, I am helping oneself's Fengjun to correct Wrong."
Theomore was unashamed, his voice smooth and loud, without the slightest tremor.
But his calmness angered Sansa, she turned her face in anger and cursed: "Traitor, kill him!"
"Traitor, kill him!" Wildlings, The North people and Vale Knight all shouted in anger.
"Quiet!"
Jon stopped the crowd, looked at the red-faced fat Maester coldly, and said, "Do you remember the Maester oath of oneself?"
"Hehe, Lord Jon, do you remember the Night's Watch oath?" Theomore smiled softly, "Of course, you were tired of logging and died once.
But am I just jumping out of a crack in the stone? Is it?
After wearing the chain, Maester must give up his previous surname, no surname, and entrust all his loyalty to Feng Jun.
However, I can't forget to use the name of several decades , 'Theomore Lannister'.
I know oneself is from Lannisport, and I have family, friends and relatives in the Westerlands.
For the sake of logging, I am willing to swear like you One time, I'd like to die once, you can chop my head off."
Jon felt as uncomfortable as eating a fly, but the other party was so conscious, and he was right, so he wouldn't have a seizure.
"Put on black clothed and go to the Wall!" he sighed.
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Dany lightly patted a long crate of fresh soldier pine, holding back said with a smile: "This is dwarf's coffin? "
"He's not dead yet." Maege stood in the blossoming, fruit-bearing top garden, looking left and right, seeing all the novelty around him.
"I'm not... dead." dwarf's weak voice came from the box.
Two Unsullied stepped forward, lifted the lid of the box, and lifted out Tyrion, which was wrapped in a thick duvet, and placed it on the lawn in the sun.
"Ah—" He leaned over to look at the strange Jhiqui, and suddenly covered his nose and stepped back like an electric shock, "It stinks, dwarf's body stinks."
天blue The feathers were dyed with yellow thick water and dark red blood, just like tearing the zongzi leaves, sticky, and even pulled silk between the quilt and the flesh, a strange smell of salty carrion mixed with herbs Spread immediately.
Smoky!
After flying in the sky for two days, Tyrion looked even more miserable.
It's like a live chicken forcibly thrown into a frying pan, deep-fried, and then wrapped in a layer of expired and stale tomato sauce, dark and sticky.
"Your Majesty, save me! I'm so sick, like a fire in my stomach."
dwarf's eyes widened with jade green and black, and begged for her. Pain was almost overflowing from his eyes.
After the old Aemon stepped forward to measure his temperature, he cried out in surprise: "The Seven is up, and the temperature is over forty-five Draco!"
Then, he turned back to Dany and said: "Your Majesty, save him, there is no cure for medicine, so you can only use a large-scale Holy Heal."
Dany was noncommittal, approached dwarf, and carefully felt the magic power that was still active in dwarf's internal organs. Take off the lobster glove on the right hand, put the palm against the heart, and hold the five fingers.
Silently, strands of pale-yellow lines of fire floated from all over dwarf's body and into Dany's palm.
It took a moment to condense a black red Fireball the size of a ping-pong ball.
"Fire Sorcery and curse, Melisandre really wants your life!"
The right hand squeezed hard, Fireball sneered and annihilated, but Dany pure white as jade's palm was Leave a dark red skull mark.
The skeleton mouth is still opening and closing.
Dreki +True Dragon roar!
The skin of the palm trembled slightly, and the mark of the skull turned into a little dark red dust falling down, before it landed on the grass, it disappeared into the air.