In the middle of the hall of Tariq's restaurant, a handsome bard was holding a harp in his arms. He was playing a melodious tune while he sang a story that everyone was familiar with with in his mellow voice.
"… The darkness was dispelled by hundreds of suns, the Kao King's little silver horse was as swift as the wind, the Khalasar behind her covered the entire land of ice, countless, the Arak scimitars in the hands of the warriors were as sharp as grass.
The Kao King and her roaring warriors were as ferocious as a storm, the living dead were like wheat in a paddy field, easily harvested by the blazing scimitars, leaving behind piles of black blood and burning corpses on the white snow.
Even the emotionless Other Ghosts trembled under the tsunami-like hooves.
The Evil God of Ice was as weak as a sparrow under the arrows of the Kao King, falling from the sky with a sorrowful cry.
A head full of bells braided in her silver hair, praising her arrival.
The trading city-states that never allowed Centaurs to enter, Volantis, Pentos, Myr and Braavos, their princes or grand dukes opened the city gates on their own accord, leading their civil and military officials to kneel on both sides of the street, paying the highest respect to the Kao King.
The ladies sang and danced, the citizens brought out hot water and bread, offering them to the 'Knight of the Night' who saved them.
The sword-wielding mercenaries and warriors fought to join the ranks of the Kao King.
Her army grew larger and larger, she could conjure fresh grass and fruits out of thin air. Her army didn't need rations, her warriors could be reborn from death.
She shouted loudly, inviting the Frost God to battle.
But even the terrifying Frost God, who brought the long night to the world, was afraid of her name, and trembled at her roar. "
The song ended, the handsome singer smiled and bowed to everyone.
Immediately, a patron threw a bronze star over, praising loudly: "As expected of the famous' Golden Voice 'Simone of the narrow sea. Even an old song that you have heard a few hundred times can be sung so beautifully!"
"To the Dragon Queen, to the Kao King, to the Golden Voice Simone!" Another patron stood up, raising his wine glass and toasting loudly.
"To the Dragon Queen, to the Golden Voice Simone!" The hall immediately became noisy.
In a private room on the second floor, Jaraba also turned his head and tossed a handful of copper coins over the railing before asking in confusion, "What has Dragon Queen been busy with these past few years? He hadn't heard any news about her. If she was here, wouldn't King Yi Gui be killed in one strike? "
"Haven't you noticed that Frost God hasn't appeared in recent years? Dragon Queen went to Sky Beyond Heaven, and while cultivating, she controlled the operation of the Sea of Law, and also blocked Frost God outside the world. "
The dwarf turned to Jaime, who was holding his grandson and giggling. "In other words, when you face the King of Strange Ghosts, you don't have to worry about a forbidden spell suddenly falling from the sky."
"I see." Jaraba was enlightened.
"I'm not interested in the Iron Throne. I don't plan to risk my life this time," Jaime said indifferently.
The dwarf glanced at the giggling Little Tywin, and sighed in his heart: If I didn't bring this kid here and make you worry, I'm afraid you wouldn't be like this.
"Simone, one more song."
"Simone, one more song!"
Suddenly, a deafening shout came from downstairs. Even Jaime raised Little Tywin and roared down.
"Is this pretty boy very famous?" The second dwarf tilted his head and looked down. Almost everyone was shouting excitedly.
"You don't even know Simone?" Jaime glared.
"Why should the Prime Minister of Barren Land know about a singer from a small place?" The dwarf said unhappily.
"Since Long Night, Simone has focused on creating songs and plays about the Dragon Queen.
Too many popular songs came from his pen.
Even the westernmost Casterly Rock City has heard of his works.
For example, this song 'Riding the Steed of the World' was written by him.
It is said that in order to obtain first-hand information, he even joined the 'Knights of the Night'.
The prophecy of 'Riding the Steed of the World' was also heard from the old woman Dosh Kalin when he personally went to the Sacred Mountain. "Jaime explained.
"Hehe, only you guys …" The dwarf's gaze swept across his brother and Brother Black's face, his eyes full of contempt, "You can ask any centaur, who doesn't know about the prophecy of 'Riding the Steed of the World'?"
Jaime rolled his eyes and said lightly: "You were once a scholar in the brothel, can't you hear how charming Simone's voice is, and how moving his zither is?"
"In my Prime Minister's Mansion, there are at least ten singers whose voice, zither skills, and looks do not lose to this kid," the dwarf said proudly.
"You … Why do you keep a male singer?" Jaime said in shock.
Jaraba's eyes lit up, he patted the dwarf's shoulder and sighed in relief: "Tyrion, you're finally enlightened."
"Scram!" The dwarf slapped the black brother's hairy hand away and sneered: "For every ten male singers I keep, I have to keep a hundred female performers. Zithers and songs, there must be both men and women, don't you understand this?"
"Keep a hundred performers? That's too extravagant. " Jaime frowned.
"A hundred? Hehe, don't you understand? There are at least ten male singers who are better than Simone. "
The dwarf raised two fingers, "Let's be frank, in my mansion, there are more than two thousand people including the singers and servants.
Don't talk about extravagance, the Prime Minister has to act like one. "
"No one cares about you? What about Prince Bo? "Jaime was puzzled.
"The old Prince died three years ago on a horse. When the new Prince sees me, he has to bow and call me 'Prime Minister', which is' Father Prime Minister '. "The dwarf said proudly.
"F * ck …" Jaime's expression twisted.
Jaraba's face was full of envy, "No wonder you didn't come back for so many years."
"I brought a dying dynasty back to life, I deserve such treatment!" Tyrion smiled smugly, in a good mood, he took the initiative to ask, "You said you wanted my help, what is it?"
Jaraba said sorrowfully, "The Midsummer Islands fell, my people died tragically. In this time of crisis, I hope to bear the burden of rebuilding the kingdom. "
"What's your kingdom?"
"The Safflower Valley Kingdom!" Jaraba emphasized in a deep voice.
"You want to restore the kingdom?"
Jaraba's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "If possible, I hope to bear the responsibility of reviving the Midsummer Islands.
To turn the countless scattered small kingdoms into a unified and powerful empire. Just like what Aegon the Conqueror did to the Westeros. "
Jaime stopped playing with his grandson's face and looked over with a strange expression.
Tyrion lowered his eyes and whispered, "You're a little ambitious."
If it was the ancient Celestial Empire, Jaraba would have been on guard, but Westerners appreciated ambitious people.
"Danger, danger, there are opportunities in danger. There used to be dozens of kingdoms in the archipelago, but now they have lost almost all of their heirs. I'm from the Midsummer Islands, and I'm a prince. Even if the Safflower Valley was not the strongest kingdom in the past, I have a status. "
Tyrion's eyes flashed. "How can I help you? Just clearing the millions of ghouls on the island is extremely difficult.
Let me tell you a secret. The Frost God hopes to let the Other Ghosts replace the humans and become the main race in this world.
So he spent a lot of effort to occupy the remote islands and use the islands as a breeding ground for the Other Ghosts, just like the land of eternal winter beyond the Great Wall.
In other words, even if the Other Ghost King is killed, the Other Ghosts and ghouls will not all die. "
"So that's how it is …" Jaraba was shocked.
"But the Dragon Queen has the ability to easily solve this problem," he said again.
Tyrion frowned.
Jaraba immediately said, "After the matter is settled, I can have my descendant marry her descendant, or divide an island and confer it to a Targaryen."
"How many orphans are left in the Midsummer Islands in the world? Ten thousand? "
Jaraba was a little embarrassed.
From what he saw, there were not even two hundred people.
The dwarf continued, "You also know the current situation of Ursos and the Seven Kingdoms. She may provide some support to the millions of ghouls surrounding the city, which concerns the survival of a hundred thousand humans.
But she won't care about small scale ghouls, and she can't manage them.
The Midsummer Islands have complicated terrain and many islands. She can't spend years there. "
"If you vouch for me, I can get funds, ships, and soldiers from the trading princes," Jaraba said.
"Are you sure?" Jaime said doubtfully, "Half a month ago, Dragonstone Island announced the World Crisis Index. Braavos, which once had a population of a million, only had fifty thousand people left, Pentos had less than a hundred thousand, Rohras had five thousand, Myr had twenty thousand, Tyrossi had fifteen thousand, Danny and Liz had less than five hundred thousand, Volantis had two hundred thousand, and Rhys had a hundred thousand."
"That's barely a million in total. How can I help you?"
"There are still a few million people in Slaver's Bay and Westeros," Jaraba mumbled.
"I can't wait to create another two million people to fill up the Western Territory," Jaime said indifferently.
"As long as we work hard to have children, we can recover the population in a hundred years, a thousand years," Jaraba said.
Tyrion thought for a moment and said, "How about this, I have a fief in the Barren Land near the Daybreak Mountains. It's bigger than the Western Territory.
You bring the remaining people of the Midsummer Islands here, and I'll give you a kingdom as big as the Red Flower Valley. I'll take care of you from now on, how about that? "
"The Barren Land is too far away, and the rich Midsummer Islands can't be left empty!"
"Then I can't help you. I can lend you money, but it's almost impossible for my sister to work as a coolie."
Jaraba rubbed his hands and said with an embarrassed smile, "Then lend me some money first. We can talk about the Midsummer Islands after the Long Night. I'm still young anyway."
The dwarf was stupefied.
After Jaraba left with the Tide Head Island bank notes worth five thousand gold royals, James asked, "Are you interested in the Midsummer Islands?"
Tyrion shook his head, "What do I want that place for? It's my sister. She plans to move the Midsummer Islands tens of thousands of miles south after the Long Night and make it the Dragon Island where the pterosaurs and Megalosaurus live.
In addition, the giants, children of the forest, and elves will also move there. "
"Move the island?" Jaime was stunned.
"Don't treat her like a normal person."
As the two talked, they had already returned to the camp of the Western Territory soldiers.
Well, there were about five thousand Western Territory soldiers in the King's Landing, a legacy from Cersei's era. Previously, it had been under the care of the one-armed hero, Lancel, to serve the church.
Next, Jaime would lead them to form an alliance with the other vassals and go to Hejian to deal with the Ghoul King who was about to go south.
"Is Myrcella okay?" Back in the study, the two brothers could also talk about some private matters.
"In Slaver's Bay, no one cares about her background, because the Dragon Queen's parents were also brother and sister.
As the Queen's court steward and a Duchess Jean with a rich fief, her status is not lower than anyone except the Queen.
And her husband, Trystan Martell, is her childhood sweetheart. He is gentle and polite, and they live a good life together. "
"Jean Island is your fief, right?" Jaime looked at his brother gratefully.
Tyrion waved his hand indifferently, "If Joffrey was still alive, I could even help him get a duchy in Asha. The people there are simple and honest, and he can do whatever he wants."
Jaime's mouth twitched.
"The world is too big and too empty." The dwarf sighed.
"You and Yalaine have been married for four or five years, why don't you have a child?" Jaime asked with concern.
Tyrion's face darkened, "I'm a dwarf, born with a genetic defect, and can't have children."
"Are you sure?" Jaime's face changed dramatically.
The dwarf smiled bitterly, "Actually, I've been suspicious for a long time. How many women have I played with?
When I was caught by Jenny, I was crazily exploited by her, but I still couldn't get her pregnant. "
"Even the Holy Healing Art is useless?"
"Even the Holy Mother is useless."
"Dang dang —" Just as the atmosphere was miserable, the sound of the Great Templar Bell rang outside the house.
The two brothers looked at each other.
Generally speaking, the seven bell towers of the Great Templar Bell would only ring when a major event happened, such as the death of a king, the coronation of a new king, or the attack of a deviant ghost.
But as the commander of the southwest city and a great duke, Jaime could not be like the civilians in the city and know about the arrival of deviant ghosts from the bell.
"The death of a king?" Tyrion was puzzled, "Are there still kings in the Seven Kingdoms?"
"Mia the First …"
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