Time passed, and another two years passed.
The sun hadn't appeared yet, and a fireball was burning in the middle of the sky. It couldn't bring too much light and heat to the earth, but it made the world almost dusk 24 hours a day.
What surprised the living even more was the wind.
During the long night, the north wind whistled, bringing coldness to the world. After the death of the King of Deviant Ghosts, the wind continued to blow, but it was always the south wind. It couldn't bring warmth to the world, but it blew away the coldness in the world?
Anyway, they saw the thick layer of ice covering the earth begin to melt, and in some areas, they could even see the long-lost black soil.
The most obvious change was the rivers.
The Trident River and the Blackwater River, which had been frozen for years, gurgled with clear springs again.
In the two years after the long night, the living people of the world didn't stay idle.
For example, in the Westeros, Queen Sansa led the elite knights to clean up the deviant ghost strongholds from the south to the north.
The King of Deviant Ghosts died, and even Frost God was killed, but deviant ghosts didn't go extinct.
Slave Bay, a hot spring manor outside Astapor.
The white steam on the surface of the pool was so thick that it was almost impossible to see the people on the other side. There were even bubbles in the center. Four naked men, old, middle-aged, and young, were talking and laughing in the hot water.
"I thought you were still in the Westeros," Jon said.
"I saw boredom in her eyes." The dwarf laughed self-deprecatingly. "In two years, the Queen's foundation has reached deep into the Seven Kingdoms.
I, who could help her stabilize the situation, gradually became an existence that threatened the stability of the political situation after you.
In the wisdom of playing with power, she also gradually surpassed me.
I can't give her any more good advice, and I'm not even as good as Chancellor Margaery.
Well, after I leave, maybe Little Rose can become the Queen's Hand. "
"Maybe you're thinking too much. Sansa sent a letter to ask about your situation," Old Yimont said.
The dwarf covered his face with a wet towel and said in a muffled voice, "When she brought a young poet into the inner room without hesitation and had Britney stop me outside, everything was self-evident.
It's better for me to leave than to suddenly fall into the Great Judgement and be stripped of my honor. "
"Sansa, she …" Jon's expression was complicated. "Is she very unrestrained now?"
"That's not it. She just wants to chase me away." The dwarf smiled bitterly. "Actually, according to the laws of the Seven Kingdoms, her actions are nothing much. Not to mention that she doesn't have a husband, even if she did …"
In the ancient times of the Celestial Empire, it was common for wives to be caught red-handed and drowned in a pig cage.
But according to Westeros law, she could only be whipped six times, and the thickness of the whip could not be thicker than a thumb.
The six lashes corresponded to the other six gods of the Seven Gods, excluding Stranger. Each lash was meant to atone for one god's sins.
There were no strangers, because strangers represented death.
Are Westeros men more gentlemanly?
No.
This law was made by a woman, Aegon the Conqueror's second wife, Reynis.
The tradition of the noble ladies of the Seven Kingdoms raising actors, beautiful poets, and singers was also started by her.
"Sansa is currently rebuilding the section of the Great Wall at the East Sea. Earlier, she even borrowed King Kong from me to move the bricks. She didn't have time to mess around," Old Yimont said slowly.
"Building the Great Wall is a great achievement. It was Margaery's suggestion: the achievement should be in one's own hands," the dwarf said with a smile.
Jon frowned. "To build the Great Wall, other than building the brick walls, she also needs to repair the formation. Who's helping her?"
"Bran is in charge. Meribad and Lancel are the leaders. They've brought the most powerful group of monks from the Holy Church, a total of 1200 Level 2 priests," the dwarf said.
"Building the Great Wall is indeed a great achievement. What will Margaery get in return for helping her? The Duke of River Bend? "Jon asked curiously.
"A complete River Bend is too powerful. I think Sansa will split it into two, or even take part of it to build a new territory," the dwarf said.
"Will Margaery agree?"
"So what if she doesn't? If not for Sansa's help, she would have lost her position as the Countess of Green Pavilion Island, "the dwarf said with a sigh.
"Why?" Jon asked, puzzled.
"Her son is dead," the dwarf sighed. "Margaery doesn't go home all year round. That child misses his mother and runs to the docks every day … Recently, the ice and snow on the land are melting, and the sea's climate is changing faster and more rapidly. The child was accidentally swept away by the waves."
"That's really …" Jon could not help but think of his son who had died prematurely.
"She really has a hard life."
The dwarf smiled. "It's not too hard. Without her son, her position as the Countess of Green Pavilion Island could no longer be maintained. Sansa helped her marry Huo Bai.
Huo Bai and her original husband, Horace, were twins. They were the same people and had the same family. It was equivalent to restarting the marriage.
However, Margaery was not very satisfied with this marriage. She felt that she had lost out.
According to her dream, she should have learned from Nymeria. Marry once, get a husband who can help her in battle. Conquer a piece of land, get a husband who died in battle, inherit a piece of land, and then change to another husband.
Back then, Nymeria married from Yang Halberd City in the east of Dorne to Starfall City in the west. The land she married into was the land of the king, and she truly achieved a marriage alliance. "
"Why bother? Why bother?! Green Pavilion Island is already the top Countess territory in the Seven Kingdoms. What else does she want? "Jon sighed.
"You said it yourself. Green Pavilion Island is only a Countess territory." The dwarf splashed water on Simba's face, who had been silent all this while. He smiled and said, "Not every woman can be like her mother, realizing her ambition with her own strength."
Simba wiped the water off his face, and still did not speak.
"The temperature has been rising in the past two years. The temperature in Slave Bay is about to break through zero, which means that the sun is almost done. Danny should be back soon, right?" Old Yimont chuckled.
"According to the current trend, in a year's time, bathing in the hot spring will no longer be a blessing, but a torture," Jon nodded and said.
The dwarf picked up the silver wine jug from the stone table and blew on it as he said vaguely, "What do you think is the difference between bathing now and bathing in summer?
It's hot water that's close to boiling. Normal people can't stand it. Only we Targaryens have the right to enjoy this blessing. "
Jon nodded and looked at the burly silver brother beside him. "In the process of forging the sun, Aunt Danny should have a deeper understanding of the First Flame.
In the past two years, her level has increased, and our bloodlines have also improved. Simba has benefited the most. Are you immune to normal flames now? "
"Wildfire can't hurt me either," Simba nodded and said.
"Kid, don't be so smug. Uncle Tyrion can swallow wildfire alive a long time ago!" the dwarf shouted.
Jon looked at his uncle indifferently and asked, "Simba, you're a fire demigod, right?"
“what？” The dwarf almost choked on his wine. He scurried over in a few steps and pulled the youth to look left and right. His pupils elongated into vertical slits.
Other than a body of well-proportioned and firm muscles and a second brother that was slightly smaller than him, he could not see anything else.
"Simba's level is higher than yours. His meditation technique is also more advanced than yours. You can't see through his foundation at all," Jon said with a smile.
"Simba started learning the 'Origin of the First Flame' in April this year. He condensed his meditation foundation in three days and became a demigod a month later," Old Yimont said proudly.
"F * ck, he became a demigod in a month. This talent …" The dwarf's face contorted. The joy he got from comparing his second brother disappeared in an instant.
He said angrily, "Those Evil Gods who went to hell back then were right. The son of a god is indeed very nutritious. After eating it, one will definitely become a god and live forever. It's a pity that they found the wrong person.
Simba, it's all thanks to your uncles that you're able to live until now! "
"That's fine. Simba will be your shield from now on," Old Yimont said with a smile.
The dwarf's eyes turned. He hugged his nephew's shoulder and said, "Simba, do you know that a humanoid creature called the 'Snow Lady' has appeared in the world in recent years?
Their eyes emit a faint blue light like the stars. Their skin is pale like the moonlight. Although their bodies are colder than ice and snow, they have a peerless appearance that humans can't reach.
They came from the wind and snow. Some say that the wind and snow came with them. They're full of legends.
They can communicate with humans and even give birth to children. "
Simba said solemnly, "They're all single Deviant Ghosts. In just this year, I've killed dozens of them."
"Killed all of them?"
"Destroyed on sight," Simba said in a low voice.
The dwarf bared his teeth and said, "You can really do it. They're such beautiful people."
"They're Deviants that invaded the world!" Simba said with a frown.
The dwarf waved his hand. "Even Frost God was chopped into pieces by your mother. What kind of threat are these Deviant Ghosts left?
I think we should treat the Deviant Ghost girls like the Children of the Forest and the Deviant Ghosts.
Didn't your mother plan to build a Dragon Island as a shelter for a minority of humanoid creatures?
Deviant Ghosts are also rare humanoid creatures. "
"Deviant Ghosts are different," Simba insisted.
"Tyrion, you can't be …" Jon had a strange expression. He wanted to say something but stopped.
The dwarf smiled calmly and said, "When I was young, Old Nan told me the story of Night Watchman Brandon marrying a Deviant Ghost bride. I believed it at the time.
But when I grew up, when I peed in the snow with my dick shaking, I was a hundred percent sure that the legends were all lies.
Perhaps the Deviant Ghosts were just like the scholars said. They were a clan of barbarians beyond the Great Wall.
Because my dick couldn't even withstand normal wind and snow, why would Brandon marry a Deviant Ghost bride?
Later, when the long night fell, most of the stories about Deviant Ghosts were proven to be true. I still had doubts. Could it be that the Deviant Ghost bride's body was cold, but that part was warm?
I was already tired of playing with humans and didn't feel anything. When I met that delicate snow girl, I couldn't help but be moved. I wanted to verify the truth of the legends one last time.
I did it! "
Old Yimont was dumbfounded. Jon's expression was twisted. Simba looked at his uncle with eyes full of curiosity and admiration.
"My good nephew, let me tell you today that the legends are true! Although the Deviant Ghost bride was cold, she was cold but not painful. She was cold but not wooden. What was cold was not her body, but her soul. From the inside to the outside, she was shivering non-stop … It was a little like soaking in an ice spring now! " The dwarf hugged Simba and revealed a lewd smile. "It was really comfortable. Don't destroy flowers in the future. You can really try it.
I promise you, as long as you circulate the Fire Wizard Power in your body to your dick, you won't be frostbitten. "
"Tyrion, do you know what you're saying?!"
Old Yimont was furious. He flipped over and found his crutch by the side of the pool. He slammed it on his face.
"Don't hit me, don't hit me. I'm just teaching my nephew to increase his experience," the dwarf covered his head and scurried away.
Simba stopped the trembling old man and comforted him, "Grandpa, don't worry. I have a wife. I won't mess around."
"Your wife is only ten years old. Can she hold it in?" the dwarf laughed.
Simba blushed slightly. "When cultivating the 'Origin of the First Flame', the seven emotions and six desires can be used as firewood to burn into one's own Magic Power."
"What?" the dwarf was stunned.
Jon frowned. "It sounds like an evil technique. Was the Origin of the First Flame created by your mother?"
Old Yimont nodded. "Half a year ago, Astapo's magic mirror had an additional piece of information and a meditation technique. Danny must have specially prepared it for Simba.
The world is born from the First Flame. Life is a world. A person's desires are also a part of the world. Naturally, they can be ignited by the First Flame and turned into Magic Power. "
"Has Simba become a blockhead?" the dwarf asked strangely.
"No. He only burns his excess emotions, allowing his soul to be in a peaceful state at all times. In such a state, his emotions are clearer and more delicate. " Simba pondered. "If you put a pepper into a pot of stew, you won't be able to taste the flavor of the pepper.
However, if you throw the pepper into clear water and cook it, you'll be able to taste the spiciness very easily. "
"Danny definitely won't harm Simba." Old Yimont's expression was indifferent. He wasn't worried at all.
"Seems pretty good …" the dwarf smacked his lips. "My life now is a pot of stew. I can't taste anything.
Simba, let me take a look at your meditation technique later. "
Simba said, "The meditation technique is in the magic mirror in the study. You can take a look for yourself."
"The Origin of the First Flame. It should be a simulation of the First Flame, right? Such an intricate and profound witchcraft technique is just casually placed in the study? "Jon frowned.
"Most people won't be able to learn it at all. It's more than ten times harder than the Grand Wizard's meditation technique." Old Yimont said casually.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh …" A gust of wind rose above the hot spring. The white steam was swept away, and their field of vision suddenly widened.
"This is …" The four men were stunned.
A song of the wind rang in their ears. A violent gust of wind, a gentle breeze, a warm spring breeze … Every wind was a note, and thousands of notes combined to form a harmonious song.
After a long time, the song gradually stopped. The few of them recovered from their intoxication. They looked at each other and exclaimed in surprise, "The Song of Wind!"
"Danny sang the Song of Wind. Seven Gods bless her. She, she …" Old Yimont's lips trembled, but he couldn't continue.
The last time the Song of Fire ignited the entire world, he was in tears and shouted, "Mother Mother bless us. Our Targaryen Family has a true god!"
What about now? What should he say?
How many Songs of Law did Danny sing?
Not to mention true gods, even the Divine King didn't seem to be her limit … She made the Targaryens rise from royalty to royalty. Now, she had the possibility of evolving into a god.
Of the four Targaryen males present, only he and the dwarf weren't demigods. If they weren't gods, then what were they?
"That's too exaggerated. Is she even thirty years old this year? She has already mastered three complete Songs of Law. Two of them are the most powerful basic elemental laws. "The dwarf had a complicated expression.
In the past two years, he was still indulging in debauchery. His magic power increased slowly, and his realm didn't change at all. "Demigod" was still a distant dream.
"The wind hasn't stopped." Jon suddenly stood up, causing a splash of water.
"Do you feel it?" He closed his eyes and opened his arms to welcome the gust of wind.
"Ah, there's heat in the wind. The Dragon Queen is using the Song of Wind and Fire to send heat to the world," the dwarf shouted.
"No, it's not the Song of Fire that's heating." Simba frowned and thought hard. "It seems to be a domain? But a domain can't possibly cover the entire world! "
Jon said with a serious expression, "You're right. It's not the Song of Fire that's sending heat. It's the Song of Fire that's turning the cold ice power in the world into warm fire.
Let's go out and take a look. The long night is really coming to an end this time. "
The ice and snow melted at a visible rate, turning into small streams that converged into a river.
And in the center of the sky, the dark red fireball became brighter and brighter.
"Hum —" The world suddenly shook, and the giant wind wall of Danny Rize's girdle collapsed instantly.
"Caw, caw, caw —" The sun in the shelter exploded into dozens of fire crows, chirping happily as they flew towards the sun.
"Oh, I'm the Great Wind Disaster!" The Wind Giant that was bigger than a pyramid stood blankly under the sun, looking around blankly, not knowing what to do.
At the same time, Danny Rize's girdle in the world all disintegrated, but the humans in the girdle were cheering excitedly.
"The sun is finally out, Saint Danny has summoned the sun, long live Danny Rize!"
"The long night is finally over, I actually survived the long night, sob sob sob sob …"
The Great Wall, East Sea Gazing.
Queen Sansa, wearing a dark golden fur coat, walked out of the castle, looking up at the dazzling golden sun with a shocked expression.
"She did it, she really did it. Creating a sun out of thin air, what kind of power is this, what kind of achievement … "She clenched her fists and murmured blankly.
Margaery looked at the sky and observed the queen's expression, then she smiled and said, "Congratulations, Your Majesty, congratulations!"
Although her son had died a year ago, she was in good condition now.
The white fox fur coat without any impurities set off her beautiful face, and the golden greatsword at her waist made her look especially valiant.
She was promoted, from the Chancellor of the Exchequer to the temporary Hand of the Queen.
After the dwarf left, Sansa was prepared to ask her brother Bran to leave Winterfell to help her, but Bran coldly refused.
"I'm the Dragon Queen's Kingsguard, helping to build the Great Wall is my responsibility, the rest is nothing."
Sansa was unhappy, but there was nothing she could do.
She knew that because of Jon, her brothers were estranged from her.
When Jon had just been exiled, that brat Arya still projected herself into her bedroom every night in the form of the Grim Reaper. She stared at her expressionlessly with her cold dead fish eyes, and the Grim Reaper's Scythe in her hand kept moving around her body, scaring her to death.
In the end, she couldn't take it anymore, and could only ask her dead mother to be the mediator, persuading Erya to stop scaring her sister. Oh, not only did Madam Stoneheart not blame her, she even praised her for her cleverness, because all the benefits fell into the hands of her brothers.
Originally, letting Jon inherit Winterfell was Madam Stoneheart's last choice, but now, her daughter was able to get rid of the donkey after it had outlived its usefulness, and let the ancestral inheritance return to her son's hands. She was very satisfied with her eldest daughter's methods.
Erya was indeed persuaded by her dead mother, but before she left, she gave her sister a good beating.
.....
After Bran, Sansa's second choice was her second granduncle, "Blackfish" Blinden.
Old Blackfish didn't have much of a relationship with Jon, and he had always supported his granddaughter, but he was too old and had experienced too many tragic things, and the past ten years had been too hard.
It wasn't easy for him to stay up until the end of the long night, and he really didn't have the mood or the energy to go to King's Landing.
He was now a monk in the Great Cathedral, and after becoming a priest and obtaining a divine spell slot, he returned to Rapidflow City and lived out his remaining years in the cathedral.
Next, Sansa extended an invitation to the Onion Knight.
The old knight wasn't very knowledgeable, but his loyalty was guaranteed, and he was conscientious in his work. He didn't have the slightest bit of selfishness towards the monarch, and Sansa had always admired him.
The old knight thanked the queen for her appreciation, and then without hesitation, he turned and walked towards the Great Cathedral of Baylor — he also wanted to become a monk.
On the other hand, Araine didn't leave King's Landing with the dwarf, nor did she return to the Barbarian Prime Minister's residence. She volunteered herself to be Queen Sansa's prime minister.
"The Barbarian Prime is good, but the days are too dull, and there's no challenge at all. Also, I'm the future Prince of Dorne, and I'll have to return in the end, "she explained.
As for her and Tyrion's future …
"We don't have a future, he can't have children, I can have children, but I can't. In the future, I'll have to choose one of Quentin's children to be my successor, but they can't be Tyrion's successor." Araine said helplessly.
Unfortunately, her sincere analysis still didn't move Sansa.
Sansa thought that she wasn't talented enough.
Back when King Aegon was still alive, the Dornishmen had already joined Storm's End Fortress.
Even when King Aegon was captured, Dorne finished the siege of King's Landing.
Although they lost the war and Aegon died, Dorne, Storm's End Fortress, and Sansa's relationship had always been good.
"Is your father willing to leave the mountain?"
She had her eyes on Prince Daolang.
Araine was stunned, and then said, "When the sun comes out, my father will give up his title and join the Great Cathedral as a monk."
"The long night is finally over, why are all of you planning to become monks?" Sansa complained.
"Why, who else wants to become a monk?" Araine asked curiously.
"The only ones I know of are the Onion Knight, Ser Brynden, Ser Jon Clinton, Count Setiga, Count Mandalay, Bronze Yohn … even Blackwater Bronson plans to become a priest at the High Sept when his son comes of age." Sansa sighed.
These were only the prime minister candidates that she took note of.
She could guess that there were more nobles in the Seven Kingdoms who wanted to become monks.
If she asked Bronn, the reason was very simple.
"I've enjoyed everything when I was young. When I'm old, I don't have the energy and can't play anymore. Instead of lying in bed alone at home, I might as well go to the Great Cathedral with my old friends and become monks.
Being a monk can at least strengthen the body and extend one's life. It's also easier to go to heaven after death.
If one's heart is more devout and has a deeper understanding of the teachings, they might even be able to become a demigod angel like Meribad.
Living a comfortable life with a guaranteed future, only a fool wouldn't do such a good job. "These were Count Blackwater's original words.
He was almost 50 years old now. His body was starting to fail, and he gradually lost his strength and heart.
A large number of capable old men had gone to become monks. Sansa had no choice but to promote Margaery.
Snapping out of her daze, Queen Sansa frowned. "Congratulate me for what?"
"Your Majesty, when the sun comes out, the deviants will have nowhere to hide. The world is at peace. Your official coronation is not far away!" Little Rose said excitedly.
"Oh, we should celebrate." Sansa's face was filled with anticipation. She couldn't help but grin.
"For the sun, for the new era, and for the queen, the people of the Seven Kingdoms will always remember that day.
The Seven Kingdoms haven't held an official tournament for more than ten years. When the time comes, we must gather the heroes of the Seven Kingdoms to compete.
This time, we must allow women to wear the family badge and participate as official knights. I will also participate, "Margaery said excitedly.
"That's right. I'll leave this to you," Queen Sansa said happily.
"Right, what do you plan to do with the Iron Throne? Throw it away or use it again? "
Margaery thought of the rusty iron in the warehouse and said hesitantly, "The Iron Throne has always been a symbol of royalty, but does it still have any meaning now? If you don't use the Iron Throne, where will you sit? "
"Of course I can't throw it away. Wearing the human crown and sitting on the Iron Throne is the true king of the Seven Kingdoms," Sansa said in a low voice.
Margaery nodded and asked tentatively, "Have you decided on the dukes of Valley, River Gap, and River Bend? The Duke of the Northern Territory seems to be free. "
Sansa looked into her eyes. "You want to be the Duke of River Bend?"
"I do." Margaery didn't avoid the question.
"River Bend is too strong and too big. I don't feel at ease," Sansa said calmly.
"Your Majesty, you have a human crown. The Seven Gods will bless your dynasty for ten thousand years!" Margaery sighed.
"Hehehe, the Bo Dynasty in the barren lands is still going. But tell me, between Tyrion and Prince Bo, who is the true king?
I can think of ten ways to usurp the throne right now to avoid the Dragon Queen's guarantee.
A king should constantly strive for self-improvement. Why do you always want to rely on others? Even if she's a God! "Sansa sneered.
Margaery frowned. "Are you going to remove the Duke of River Bend?"
Sansa smiled and shook her head. "I plan to redefine the boundaries of River Bend and River Gap. These two places are too big and too rich.
The royal territory belongs to the Dragon Queen, and I need a new royal territory.
I will take a piece of land from River Bend and River Gap to form the new royal territory. The new royal territory will be bigger than the future River Bend and River Gap. "
Margaery gritted her teeth and said, "Your Majesty, if I become the Duke of River Bend, I'm willing to give half of the Mander River to the royal territory."
"Yes, I will consider it." Sansa nodded calmly.
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