"It's really Targaryen, it's Danny Rize …" Seeing Danny's silver hair, purple eyes, and somewhat familiar delicate face, the gray-robed old man reached out his trembling right hand, as if he wanted to personally confirm that the person in front of him was not an illusion …
"Ssss —" Danny stood still, but Blackie and Whitey beside her sneezed at the old man. The old scholar woke up with a start, wiped the tears rolling down his cheeks, smiled and bowed according to the etiquette of receiving a king. "Excuse me, Your Majesty. Night Watchman Yimont greets you."
Danny nodded, looked at him and said, "I know you, Yimont Targaryen, my great-grandfather Igor's brother."
"Igor, Igor …" The old man was stunned, his eyes showed a look of reminiscence, and muttered, "You call him Igor, yes, he is Igor, my younger brother."
"I've been to the City of Knowledge, and read the history of the Targaryens," Danny said.
Danny Rize's great-grandfather's real name should be "Aegon Targaryen", the fifth generation Aegon, but he had the nickname "Igor", his family and friends called him Igor instead of Aegon.
Well, in the common language of the Celestial Empire, Igor (egg) was "Iron Egg", "Egg", "Egghead", and so on.
As for the relationship between Igor and Yimont … well, it could be seen from the love between Erizuko and Itachi.
In order for his younger brother to inherit the throne, Yimont chose to exile himself, put on black clothes and came to the Great Wall to be a Night Watchman.
After the death of the eldest brother, according to the order, Yimont should have inherited the throne. The Great Council even secretly gave the crown to Yimont, but Yimont rejected the nobles with the reason that he was a scholar.
In order not to affect his younger brother's rule, he took the initiative to stay away from the King's Landing, put on black clothes, and used the double oath of a scholar and a Night Watchman to cut off the possibility of some nobles using his name to rebel against Igor.
Similarly, in order to not let his brother go north to the Great Wall alone, Yimont cleared out the open prison, made countless prisoners swear with Yimont, and sent the royal fleet, carrying thousands of people, to the Great Wall.
Brotherly love!
"Who are you?" Danny looked at the bearded man who was supporting Yimont.
"Your … Your Majesty, hello …" The bearded man awkwardly knelt on one knee, and bowed to Danny and said, "My name is Jon Snow, the clerk of Commander-in-chief Mormont."
Needless to say, standing up straight and looking down at the male lead made Dani secretly happy, but …
"The bastard of Eddard Stark? She asked.
"Your Majesty knows about me too?" Jon looked up in surprise.
Danny crossed her arms, tilted her head and looked at Jon's weather-beaten face, messy beard, and experienced eyes. She asked curiously, "I remember that you are about the same age as me, why do you look … so old?"
"Old?" Jon was confused.
"Hahaha …" Perestan, who was trembling at the side, couldn't help but laugh. "She thinks you are too old, but it's no wonder. You are only sixteen, not seventeen, why do you look like you are in your thirties?"
"This scholar, oh, doctor …" Yimont looked at the chain hanging from Perestan's chest and the bronze ring on his right index finger, and asked curiously, "Which doctor are you?"
"Hello, Scholar Yimont, I am Perestan, doctor of history."
"Oh, I know you, I didn't expect you to come here." Yimont looked at Danny, then at the old doctor, and smiled with relief.
It seemed that the little girl who had been wandering outside respected the traditions of the Westeros, and specially went to the City of Knowledge to find a scholar to assist her.
The City of Knowledge was also very sincere, and directly arranged a well-respected old doctor for her.
Yimont's expression became serious again, and he glanced at the embarrassed Jon, and said seriously, "Your Majesty, Doctor Perestan, please don't laugh at Jon.
This is the Great Wall, he was once young and tender, but the Night Watchers are not the young nobles of the South. They face the wind and snow to guard the borders of the Seven Kingdoms, and all of them are weather-beaten men. "
"Hehe," Danny smiled and nodded, and said to Jon, "I am sorry, Jon Snow. I am not laughing at your appearance, it is just that I heard about you when I just entered the Westeros, and I also saw some of your files in the City of Knowledge, so I am a little curious about you. "
"I am very famous?" Jon's bearded face scrunched up into an awkward shape.
"I rode a dragon and flew west from Slaver's Bay, passing through Volantis, Lys, and Sun Halberd City. I met Dane on the way, and even circled above Starfall City for a while. And this white knight beside me has deep feelings for your rumored mother, so we have talked about you many times. "
"Your Majesty, this … there is no need to be so detailed." Barristan said awkwardly.
"Who? Who is my mother? "Jon asked excitedly.
"Ashara Dane, the sister of Sir Arthur, the Sword of Dawn, but Sir Barristan denied this."
"Screech —" Blackie suddenly screamed.
Danny tilted her head and looked in the direction of the courtyard, and said, "Someone is coming."
Jon and Yimont turned their heads at the same time, and saw a big-bellied, one-armed man walking towards them.
"He is the blacksmith Tanner Noy, and also the temporary commander of the Night Watchers of Dark Castle." Yimont introduced.
The blacksmith Tanner looked to be in his forties. He did not have a left arm, and his left sleeve was tied to his shoulder with a pin. His chin was full of black beard, and he was tall and muscular.
He walked over without saluting, and frowned at Danny, and asked rudely, "Are you Targaryen?"
Yimont carefully glanced at Danny, and saw that she only raised her eyebrows and did not get angry, so he whispered to the blacksmith, "This is the daughter of King Aeris, Her Majesty Danny Rize."
"In the two years since King Robert's death, there have been six kings in the Westeros. Four have already died, and now another one has come …"
The blacksmith Tanner muttered, and the expressions of the people around him changed. Yimont hurriedly pulled his sleeve and warned him, "Her Majesty saved us. She is the only monarch who responded to our request for help and came to guard the Wall."
"Not necessarily …" The blacksmith stopped talking and bowed reluctantly. "Your Majesty, we are very grateful that you have come to the Wall's rescue."
Danny had been watching the conversation between the blacksmith and Yimont, and when the one-armed man bowed, she raised two fingers and said softly, "You have two things wrong. First, I am not a king. At least, don't put me together with that bunch of trash. The six of them together are not worthy of being my opponent.
The kings you speak of are all fighting for the title of 'King of the Andals, Loynars, and Forerunners.' I am on the path of conquering the world. The Westeros are not even the hardest bone to chew. "
"Are you crazy? What nonsense are you talking about? "The one-armed blacksmith looked at Danny in shock, as if she had become the second mad king.
"Your Majesty, you …" Yimont looked worried, and did not know how to persuade her.
"Robb has never been defeated on the battlefield. He is not trash!" Jon retorted with a red face.
Danny lifted her chin slightly and looked at the moon hanging in the sky. She sighed. "Sigh, the information here is too restricted. You have no idea who I am."
"Aren't you Danny Liz Targaryen?" Jon said.
Do you think you are so great just because you brought two dragons here?
"Jon Snow, you know nothing!" Danny pointed at the red-nosed old doctor. "Tell them."
"There is nothing to say." The red-nosed old man rubbed his red nose that was red from the cold. "The Dragon Queen is just fighting a world war with the Nine Free Trade City-States, New Gith, Queers, Jade Sea, and a few other slave-trading organizations."
Jon …
Yimont …
Blacksmith …
This pretentiousness … I don't want to give you full marks, but your strength does not allow it!
I was going to punish you by killing a few ghouls outside the Great Wall, but now it seems …
Danny was still feeling proud when the old man immediately continued. "But because the Dragon Queen has too many enemies and is too strong, she will definitely not be able to get past the alliance. If she does not die in the end, she will most likely have to return to the Westeros to fight for the Iron Throne."
It seemed that the old man felt that killing ghouls was not exciting enough. He wanted to kill deviant ghosts!
(Ghouls are the dead bodies resurrected by deviant ghosts. Deviant ghosts are the wild babies that the Night King turned into.)
"Alright, the name is a small matter. I will not force anyone to call me Queen. I have not ascended the Iron Throne yet, so you can call me whatever you want. You can call me by my name."
Danny waved her hand and ended the conversation about the King. She glanced at Jon and the others and said seriously, "If there were only savages outside the Great Wall, I would not have come thousands of miles to this broken place.
Let me ask you, are deviant ghosts real? "
The blacksmith Tanner and Jon looked at Danny in surprise. They did not expect her to be so carefree.
Yimont looked at Danny again and nodded with satisfaction. He asked, "You know about deviant ghosts?"
"I saw the letter from the Night Watchers in the City of Knowledge. It is a serious matter, so I had to come here to confirm it."
Jon could not help but feel a trace of respect for her. He sighed and said, "The others, the King, the Great Lord, and even the City of Knowledge, all think that we are lying. We sent out several groups of messenger crows, but they did not even reply. Some of them only scolded us for being full of lies."
"Why do you believe it?"
"Because they do not have the mysterious power, but I do!"
"Pa!" Danny snapped her fingers, and a small flame the size of a broad bean burned quietly on her finger.
"Magic?!"
"Fire witchcraft?!"
The three were shocked.
Putting away the flame, Danny said, "Judging from your reaction, deviant ghosts are probably real."
"Absolutely!" Yimont nodded and said with a worried look, "Commander Mormont took three hundred people to the North Frontier. They did not encounter the barbarian army at all. Even if they did, there was no need to worry. Three hundred fully armed elite rangers could disperse ten times the number of barbarians.
But they encountered hundreds of deviant ghosts at the Fist Peak. They could not be killed by ordinary weapons. Even if their heads were chopped off or their hearts were pierced, they could still get up and continue to fight. Even our dead brothers could be resurrected as new deviant ghosts. "
"You are not lying?" The red-nosed old man opened his eyes wide and asked in a trembling voice.
"Alas, how could I dare to lie about such a serious matter?" Old Yimont shook his head and sighed.
The old blacksmith looked at Danny with a complicated expression and said, "Your Majesty, it is cold at night. Let's go back to the castle and talk!"
Danny looked at the red-haired female barbarian who was struggling and screaming in front of her and said with a smile, "No hurry. I will stay here and watch you send all the captives to the prison. Otherwise, when I leave, I am afraid that the barbarians will rebel again. "
It seemed that her appearance had saved a poor person who should have died in this small battle.
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