"What do you think I should choose?" Danny asked Sir Jorah in return.
With only three dragons in the world, no matter how glorious the future would be, she had to obediently lay low for now.
Keeping a low profile and farming was the way to go. Bringing three little dragons that could be slaughtered at any time out to play would be the real idiot.
Jorah thought for a moment and said, "There is not enough food here. I mean the blood food for the three dragons to grow up. It is said that Aegon's Bellerion can swallow an entire bison in one gulp, or the legendary woolly mammoth that roams the cold wastelands.
With the appetite of the young dragons, all the horses in Khalasa will be eaten in less than a year, and a year is definitely not enough for the little dragons to grow into Megalosaurus. "
Danny lifted Big Black from the basket behind her into her arms and tried to poke her little finger into his mouth. The hot mucus made her feel a little stinging, but she could not even reach his throat.
When would he be able to swallow a woolly mammoth in one gulp?
"Didn't I just let Rakarlo go look for prey nearby?" she said as she lowered her head to tease the struggling Big Black.
"Have we met any sand lizards that are bigger than dogs along the way?" Jorah retorted. "Carnivores feed on herbivores. The Red Wasteland does not have an environment that can support tame prey."
"Dragons should not rely on others to feed them. From tomorrow onwards, I will train them to hunt by themselves," Danny said.
"Without prey, so what if their hunting skills are good?" Jorah was speechless.
"I don't expect the three of them to grow into Bellerion here. As long as they become strong predators, they will not be easily killed by humans who covet, fear, and hate them."
Danny turned to the knight with bright eyes and said in an unpredictable tone, "Viserys told me that the nobles and commoners of the Westeros secretly sew three-headed dragon flags at home. They are hoping for the return of the true dragon. What do you think?"
Jorah smiled bitterly. "Your Highness, I dare not lie to you. The great nobles are addicted to the game of power, while the lesser nobles and merchants are more interested in wine, women, and the tournament that represents glory.
The commoners only hoped that it would be summer every year. It would be best if the legendary 'Eternal Summer' came. The orchards would be full of fruits, and the fields would be full of golden wheat and sweet fruits.
Then, the Lord would be merciful and not rape his wife and daughter, and not use his son as a target.
They don't care about the king at all. It's useless to care because their lives have nothing to do with the king. "
"So even if I leave this place, where can I go?" Danny shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm not like Viserys … He's not innocent either. He has no choice but to use lies to arm himself.
Whatever my own wishes, the Usurper will know that the Last Targaryen has hatched a dragon, and they will send their strongest and most ruthless assassins after me and my dragon.
I once wandered in Braavos for a few years, and I know that it is the most powerful and prosperous free trade city-state. I also know that the most powerful assassin in the world, the Faceless One, lives there.
'All mortals have to die'. As long as the price was right, they could kill anyone. It was said that they had never failed.
The price for killing me must be the highest, but no matter how expensive it is, what is it to a king? "
Jorah thought for a moment and comforted her. "The Usurper will not send a Faceless One to assassinate you. The wine merchant who tried to poison you last time was not a Faceless One."
"Why are you so sure? I have a dragon now. It's different, "Danny said.
Because you have me!
Jorah thought to himself.
Dany had watched Game of Thrones before, and she remembered a very important part of the plot: King Robert knew that Dany was pregnant, and he summoned his ministers to discuss how to solve the problem of the royal family. Because he strongly opposed the killing of women and children, Eide had a falling out with his good friend and resigned from his position as the Hand of the King in indignation.
That should have happened a year ago, and just three months ago, Danny was poisoned in Horse King City.
That council meeting, to King Robert and Prime Minister Eide, was about "whether to kill the remnants of the Targaryen family"; to the king and other council ministers, it was a meeting about "how to kill Danny Rize and her bastard child".
Among them, there was a minister who proposed to hire a Faceless One, and this resolution was almost passed.
But Robert was a spendthrift king, and the treasury was empty and in debt. As the Minister of Finance, Littlefinger thought that a cheaper method should be chosen.
Jorah Mormont!
Yes, it was the tall man in front of her who looked simple and honest.
He was a spy, a King's Landing spy who was responsible for collecting information on Danny and killing her when necessary.
But Danny was not worried that Jorah would hurt her. Apart from the unreliable emotional factors, Jorah had no reason to betray her from the perspective of interests.
The price that King's Landing offered was to give up the arrest warrant for Jorah and restore his status as the Earl of Bear Island.
Compared to saving Danny from the dragon, that was nothing!
Not only was the Earl of Bear Island worthless, Jorah did not lose the fief of the Mormont family. His aunt took over his position as the Earl.
It was just stewing meat in the pot.
In fact, without Jorah's protection, or if he really wanted to kill her, Danny Rize would have died long ago.
The point was, if the people of King's Landing knew that Jorah was unreliable, would they send a Faceless One later?
Because of the political chaos in the original plot, new kings kept appearing and falling, and the people of King's Landing seemed to have forgotten about Danny.
But was she going to put her safety in the unreliable "original plot"?
"The Faceless One is not an invincible assassin. The kings of the Targaryen family were not without enemies, but none of them died in the hands of the Faceless One. The Faceless One is a legendary existence to ordinary people, but in the face of the legendary Kingsguard, their tricks are not so effective. "Jorah comforted her softly, and with a firm expression, he promised," Have you forgotten? I am also a Kingsguard, your Queen's Iron Guard! "
If it was the White Bull or the Buddha's Sword who said this to me, I would most likely believe it, but you are just an idiot …
Jorah was a strong knight, but he might not be qualified to be a bodyguard.
"Well, with you here, I am very relieved." Danny smiled encouragingly. "But let's try to stay here for a while."
Then she extended her hand to invite him, and the two walked up the white tower at the city gate. As they climbed up, they discussed the arrangement of the guards of the White Cloud City.
When they reached the top, Danny threw the three dragons into the sky, letting them soar in the sky while hissing.
A few days later, after the black dragon, the white dragon and the green dragon also learned to fly and spit dragon flames.
The three colorful little dragons chased each other under the blue sky. The sunlight shone through the thin translucent wings, refracting the hazy glow, and it was unusually beautiful.
"Blackie was the first to learn to fly. He was only seven days old then. How does he compare to the Megalosaurus of the Targaryen family? "Danny looked at the black dragon circling in the blue sky, and a feeling of infinite pride rose in her heart.
"I don't really understand, if there is a scholar who studies dragons …" Jorah shook his head, and asked in confusion, "Why give them such vulgar names? Aegon's dragon is called Bellerion, Visania's dragon is called Varghal, and Rhaenys' is called Miracis. They are all taboo names of the ancient Valleglia gods. "
Danny also did not mince her words. "My dragon and I are too weak, and I don't want too invasive names to alert others.
I can also name my dragon after my ancestors, such as Brother Reyne and Viserys, but I want to draw a clear line with the previous Targaryen. "
"Why?" Jorah asked in shock.
In this era, in this world, nobles who had a little family history were all proud of their great ancestors. They even used the same ancestor's name for several or more generations.
For example, the countless Brandon's of the House of Stark, and the many Aegon's and Rhaenys' of the Targaryen family.
Even Danny Rize evolved from the virgin girl Danny's thoughts (with only one or two additional letters), and more than a hundred years ago, the Targaryen princess who married the Dornishmen was also called Danny Rize.
"I am different from them."
The foundation of the Targaryens was the Targaryen family, and now Danny … The dragon was her child, and Dothraki was her clansman. The Targaryens only brought her burden and danger.
"Let's not talk about me." She changed the topic and looked at Chora with a smile. "You know everything about me, but I know very little about your story. Tell me about yourself."
"Me? What do you want to know? "Sir Jorah asked dryly.
"You are the Earl of Bear Island in the Northern Territory. How did you come to the continent of Ursos, tens of thousands of miles away?" Danny turned her head and looked at the dragon flying in the sky. She said softly, "You seem to know a lot about jewels and their value. Is there a gem mine on Bear Island?"
"If Bear Island really had a mine, I wouldn't be stranded in a foreign land." The knight smiled bitterly.
He picked up a milky-white stone from the ground and drew a rough map of the Westeros on the stone slab of the tower window.
"Look, this is Bear Island. It is located in the distant Frozen Bay, almost as far away from the Great Wall as the Northern Territory.
It is a beautiful but primitive place, an island 100 kilometers deep. There are old oak trees with twisted roots, towering ancient pines, and sweet and sour hawthorn forests that bloom in spring.
But it is too remote … and poor.
Unlike the stone castles of other nobles, the hall of my house is made of giant wood. There are no tall walls around it, only a fence.
Most of my people fish for a living, and they can only make a living. There is no trade, so they can't collect a lot of taxes.
The specialty … there are only bears, but where are there no bears?
Merchants often come to us only once every few years, bringing cloth, copper, porcelain, spices, and other daily necessities. They take away furs, almost bartering.
Although it is so barren and boring, I have always been used to living there, and I have never lacked women. Fisherwomen and peasant girls would not refuse their counts — Your Highness, I did not force them.
Before we were even of age, my father helped me pick a bride, a girl from Deepwood Castle next to Bear Island, a Glover.
I am not sure if I love her, and it makes me ashamed. Although her face is plain, she has a good character.
In the ten years of marriage, she had three miscarriages, and she never recovered from the last one. She died soon after. "
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