"Davos is rational, pragmatic, and loyal. If he did not dissuade her, Mia would have tried to tame the demon dragon a few years ago. Just based on this, you have to think highly of him. "
"Just based on that old man's height of 1.8 meters, I would think highly of him as well," the dwarf complained.
Sansa rolled her eyes at him and said with a complicated tone, "I've been watching Mia for so many years, of course I won't let go of her demon dragon.
Mia's death can guarantee that Stormlands will always belong to me.
With the two-headed demon dragon, my chances of killing the King of Deviant Ghosts will greatly increase.
The moment the Holy Church bell rang, I had Ricken send out his tiger-headed golden eagle. The demon dragon has never left his sight. "
"If you're so prepared, why did you let Jon become a dragon knight?" the dwarf asked in confusion.
"Am I stupid?" Sansa asked back.
"You're very smart."
"If I'm not stupid, why would I be stupid enough to think that the demon dragon will belong to me?"
The dwarf said strangely, "Jon is a spare tire? You have to make sure that the demon dragon is always in Stark's hands. "
"Do you know what divine spells priests have?" Sansa suddenly asked a question that confused Tyrion.
"There are too many divine spells. They are roughly divided into healing, exorcism, investigation, summoning, and so on," the dwarf said vaguely.
He wanted to say, "Whatever the Dragon Queen knows, you will have a chance to learn that type of divine spell."
"You're one of the holy disciples, but your understanding of the divine spells of the seven gods is only superficial," Sansa said with disdain.
"I definitely know more than you," the dwarf said with certainty.
"Divine spells can be invented, and can be edited according to one's purpose. Do you understand?"
The dwarf was stunned, "You can create your own divine spell?"
"Not just me, everyone has the right." Sansa nodded, "For example, holy light is divided into two types. One is pure holy light, and the other is holy light healing. We can see them as two elements.
Just like flour and milk, flour can be made into bread, pancakes, deep-fried dough sticks, pancakes, fried dough twists, steamed buns, cakes and other pastries; milk can be made into yogurt, fresh milk, butter, cream, cheese, custard, pudding and so on.
The divine spells bestowed by the Holy Mother are just bread and milk that are most accepted by the general public. We can take the elements and make it into something that suits us best. "
"Do you know my specialty?"
"What?" The dwarf recovered from his shock and asked doubtfully, "What unique skill do you have?"
Sansa sighed and asked, "Have you seen Dragon Queen's AOE healing before?"
"It's a magnificent sight. Hundreds and thousands of people are gathered together, and the entire land is covered in holy light." The dwarf sighed.
Sansa nodded. "She's strong and powerful. Can we learn from her?
Obviously not.
For a priest, not a single divine spell slot could be wasted.
However, in large-scale battles, group healing was often required.
So, I invented a 'Leaping Healing' — the holy light condensed into a light sprite that jumped back and forth between the injured and the wounded. The soldiers didn't even need to stop fighting. Not a single bit of divine power was wasted, and the range was so wide that it covered half the battlefield. "
"So, I gained the honorary title of 'Flash Queen' in the Seven Kingdoms."
"So you invented the 'Leaping Holy Light'?!" The dwarf was really shocked this time.
The Holy Healing that Sansa mentioned had appeared long ago. He had seen Qizang use it countless times, but he had always thought that it was the Dragon Queen who invented it and then bestowed it to all priests through divine spells.
"Do you know that other priests also know this divine spell?" He asked.
"Of course," Sansa nodded proudly, "It's because of this divine spell that I received the Holy Mother's praise and advanced from a Level 1 beginner priest to a Level 3 priest."
"No wonder, no wonder …" The dwarf finally understood why the Dragon Queen valued supernatural cultivators so much.
Then, he remembered the improvements that Qizang had made to the Holy Mother's Palm over the years. Originally, there were only four palms, "Light, Water, Fire, Wind". Later on, Qizang combined water and fire, wind and fire, fire, fire and so on … The Dragon Queen had most likely learned all of them!
Even if she could figure it out herself, with so many people, how much time would it save for her!
Actually, Tyrion's vision was still not broad enough. The time saved was not worth much. Did a god lack time?
More importantly, it was' ideas'!
New ideas, new ideas, and endless wisdom.
Sansa did not linger on this topic for long and continued the previous topic, "Since I started plotting against Mia and the Mystic Dragon a few years ago, naturally, I also began to invent new divine spells long ago.
Combining the soul attack divine spell 'Wrath of the Father' and the Holy Knight's Seal, I created a 'Seal of the Father' that can continuously suppress souls.
When using this divine spell, the Father's divine might is like a mountain that heavily presses down on the enemy's soul. It's not just a moment of 'Wrath of the Father', it's continuous.
With the Seal of the Father, I really did subdue the Demon Dragon.
However, at the crucial moment, Lahlo made his move. If not for Jon's help, I would probably have ended up like Mia. "
Sighing, she said bitterly, "I will do my best to pursue what I want, but once I'm sure that I can't get it, I'd rather give it to my family than let it run away, or let others get it.
The Mystic Dragon is like this, and so is the Iron Throne.
So, you don't have to worry that Jon and I will kill each other for the Iron Throne. In my heart, the Iron Throne is not worth that price! "
"Very rational. I hope you can keep this thought," the dwarf praised.
Sansa's eyes were covered with a layer of mist as she recalled, "When I was fourteen, before I saw my father's tragic death, if I couldn't get the Mystic Dragon, I might have killed it.
During the years of the Rebellion of the Four Princes, the House of Stark was destroyed, and my brothers and sisters were homeless. At that time, I understood a principle — family is the most valuable asset.
Almost ten years have passed, but I haven't forgotten this principle. Jon is still my brother, my family! I won't forget it for the rest of my life. "
— — Since you want to resolve the conflict between the two sides and be the peacemaker, help me pass these words to Jon! I hope he can believe this principle: the Iron Throne is not as important as family, and I am his family!
Strong strength leads to weak intelligence.
The dwarf was weak in his early years and could only rack his brains, surviving with his wits and schemes. Later, he met the Dragon Queen and had a powerful backer. His magic power also increased day by day, and his way of handling matters began to lean towards the 'way of the king', using strength to suppress others.
In these years in Barren Land, he rarely tried to guess the thoughts of others. With his current strength, he could do whatever he wanted, and there was nothing he couldn't do.
This time, he came on his own accord and became Sansa's puppet.
At noon the next day, in the Arctic King's mansion, a short table was placed on the heated brick bed in the side room. In the middle of the table was a mandarin duck pot with a few cold dishes on the side. The Targaryen uncle and nephew were drinking and chatting happily.
"Sansa understands that family is the most valuable asset. If you change your mind and insist, the Iron Throne should be yours. I think she will most likely give in, "the dwarf said.
This guy took Sansa's words seriously and passed them on to Jon.
Jon was stunned, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.
In the end, he was moved and sighed. "She's right. Family is the most valuable asset. She will always be my sister, my family. I will never forget her. "
"Then what exactly do you think?"
The dwarf's face and eyes were red from the burning knife, but the corner of his eyes was still sharp. It was as if he could cut open Nephew Gu's chest and see his heart.
"I don't have any other thoughts. Tormond likes to talk nonsense, and Wale …" He paused for a moment and hesitated. "Wale thinks I should inherit my father's throne because I am the son of Lei Jia, but I never agreed."
"You haven't married Wale yet, have you?" Tyrion asked with a muffled voice as he stuffed a bean sprout into his mouth.
"We should have a formal wedding, but the Seven Gods and the Old Gods don't allow two wives," Gu said awkwardly.
The drunkenness in the dwarf's eyes completely disappeared. He looked straight into Nephew Gu's eyes. "Sansa is your sister, and Wale is your wife. They are both your family, but they have different goals."
Jon immediately said, "I will not fight with Sansa for the Iron Throne. This is a promise I made to her long ago. It will not change today, nor will it ever change."
"Jon, I am not forcing you to give in! Tell me your true thoughts. Only then can you completely resolve the unresolved conflict between you and Sansa. "
Jon smiled and shook his head. "Tyrion, your words are a little childish. Lei Jia is my father. I would be lying if I said I had no thoughts about the Iron Throne.
So, between Sansa and I, one of us must give in.
I am the older brother, and I am satisfied with what I have now.
When I see Sansa realize her dream, I will be happy. This happiness will be far greater than if I get the Iron Throne myself. "
"You are a good brother!" The dwarf was relieved.
.....
When the drunken dwarf climbed into the carriage, Wale pulled Gu back to the bedroom for a nap.
"I heard everything." She said.
"Heard what?" Gu was confused.
"I was eavesdropping on your conversation outside," the savage princess said generously.
"Oh."
"Oh?" Wale raised her voice.
Jon smiled faintly and said, "Tyrion and I both know you were eavesdropping outside. If we didn't even have this bit of vigilance, how could we have survived until today?
Some of what I have said is as much to you as to him.
He was the same.
I was expressing my feelings to you, telling you not to fool around in the future. He was reminding you that you and Sansa are both my family. You must understand each other. "
Wale was stunned. She was embarrassed and angry. "I fooled around? Do you think I want to be the queen of seven kings? I am not even your wife now. What am I after?
I am just anxious for you. I feel injustice for you.
You are clearly the true crown prince. You also contributed the most in the fight against the Other Ghosts.
I am not like your sister, who wants her to help you.
I only want a fair chance. If you kill the Other Ghost King, then according to the Dragon Queen's promise, you will be king, and not give all the credit to her! "
"I only want my lover to get what belongs to him. Is that too much?" Tears streamed down her face as she screamed.
"Not at all. Not at all!" The red-haired woman Yergret walked over with her big belly. She pointed at Jon and scolded, "Jon, you know nothing! Even if you don't want it, what about your children?
Do you know what they are thinking?
Let's say you kill the Other Ghost King and give the throne to your sister. When everyone knows about the Dragon Queen's promise, how will they view you and Queen Sansa?
How will your children look at the Iron Throne under Queen Sansa's butt?
How will Queen Sansa view your children's strange gaze?
You are family with her, but can your children and her children continue to be family? "
Jon broke out in a cold sweat. He said sternly, "Who said this to you?"
Yergret opened her mouth and said hesitantly, "Are my words not reasonable?"
"That makes sense, it makes perfect sense. Even Wa 'er can say something so reasonable. "
"Are you saying I am stupid?" The two women became agitated.
Jon had a splitting headache.
"Weeping Willow, Weeping Willow!" He called out.
"King, what did you call me for?" A spearwoman with a long black braid ran into the hall.
"Who came to our house in the past few days to see Yergret?"
"When you came back on the dragon yesterday, many people came," the spearwoman said.
"Who spoke to Yergret?"
"Many."
"Which one is the most suspicious?"
The spearwoman hesitated.
"Speak!" Jon glared.
"Your sister …"
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