"Knight, how many gold royals do we still have?" Danny looked at the old knight.
"More than thirty."
"Leave it all to Maxi. Winter is coming, and the days are getting harder. From today onwards, all Night Watchers can receive a silver deer every month until next summer. If we run out of money, I'll send a few more sacks over next time. "
One gold royal could be exchanged for 210 silver deer. More than thirty gold royals were almost a year's salary for all the Night Watchers.
"A few sacks …"
"Your Majesty, you're not talking nonsense, are you?" Toad Toad could not help but shout.
"A silver coin? Oh my god, I've never seen a silver deer before! "A small Night Watcher said excitedly.
"A silver deer a month, twelve a year … Seven Gods above, the Tennessee Knights at the entrance of the village only have about two hundred acres of land, and they don't even have such a high income!" An old night watchman with missing front teeth counted with his fingers.
.....
"Isn't that a bit too much?" Scholar Yimont frowned.
"What's so much? If it weren't for the lack of resources here and the fact that we have too much money to spend, I would have given everyone a gold royal," Danny said generously.
"Gulp …" Old Eamonn swallowed his saliva with difficulty and almost fainted.
"A Gold Dragon …" Gasps could be heard in the hall.
Danny smiled faintly and said to everyone, "Don't doubt me. You can send messenger crows to the Seven Kingdoms and tell all the Westeros that as long as they wear black clothes and survive the winter, when spring comes, I will give each Night Watcher 50 gold royals. It's equivalent to four years of winter, one gold royal every month!"
"How much would that be?!" Yimont said in a daze.
"Your Majesty, you're not joking?" Red Pomegranate asked in disbelief.
"Targaryen, your words are like a mountain!"
"Thump, thump …" Seven or eight black-clothed men's faces turned red as blood rushed to their heads. They were so excited that they fainted.
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid that once this news spreads, countless civilians who can't survive will come to the Great Wall to join the Night Watchers. If you can't fulfill your promise …" The old scholar reminded her worriedly.
"Hahaha, not to mention ten thousand, even if a hundred thousand people came, it would only cost five million gold royals." Danny raised her head and laughed.
"Only 5 million gold royals?" Alisa and Slynt stuttered and looked at each other.
"Perestan," Danny called out to the red-nosed old man who was standing at the side with a look of disdain on his face, "Tell everyone if I can fulfill my promise."
The old man glanced at everyone in the hall as if he were looking at a country bumpkin. He raised his chin slightly and said, "If Her Majesty hasn't been defeated by the Alliance after winter, she can even raise a million night watchers, let alone a hundred thousand.
If the alliance army is defeated by her … it wouldn't be a problem for the grown men of the Seven Nations to come and defend the Great Wall. She's already the world's overlord, the greatest empress under the heavens. She has so much gold that she can build another Great Wall of Gold! "
"Thump, thump, thump …" The night watchers in the hall felt their legs go weak. Even Jon Snow was on the verge of collapsing. He was trembling under a certain someone's "heroic spirit".
Danny wasn't just trying to show off. Well, she was definitely trying to show off. She wouldn't know if she didn't come to the Great Wall. There were too few night watchers. If she had ten thousand night watchers now, the 19 castles would all be filled. First of all, the barbarians would no longer be a threat.
Well, with her around, Danny wasn't worried about the barbarians taking down the Great Wall. But a few hundred night watchers couldn't take down a hundred thousand barbarian captives!
Secondly, as long as she didn't ride her dragon and wander around outside the Great Wall, it would be difficult for the Night King to cross the Great Wall if there were enough night watchers.
Compared to the fate of the entire world, even if she didn't have any feelings for the Westeros, a few million gold royals was worth it.
It was at least ten thousand times better than Robert spending it on wine and women.
.....
"Congratulations to Her Majesty! Long live the Queen! Long live the True Dragon! Long live the Megalosaurus!"
This time, the hall was almost full. Hundreds of night watchers raised their cups and toasted to Queen Danny. Their shouts shook the sky and their emotions surged.
Well, everyone knew about the "winter benefits" the queen had given them.
Fifty gold royals!
How could they not wish her well?
After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Danny, who was sitting at the head of the table, cleared her throat and said to the night watchers on both sides, "Commander Mormont has been dead for more than half a year. A new commander hasn't been chosen yet. What do you think? We'll be negotiating with the barbarians tomorrow. Let's not talk about whether we can succeed. You should at least send a representative, right? "
"Your Majesty, we can't let the barbarians cross the Great Wall!" Sir Alliser said hurriedly.
"It's true that the barbarians put down their weapons and surrender unconditionally. It's good for both sides. However, there are only six to seven hundred night watchers on the Great Wall. It's impossible to control so many people outside the city. "The veteran commander of the Shadow Tower, Sir Denis Mallister, also expressed his opposition.
The gray-haired knight had been the commander of the Shadow Tower for thirty-three years. He was the uncle of the earl of Sealand and had a high status. Danny had to take his opinion seriously.
"There are only three ways out for the hundreds of thousands of savages outside the city. One, they can break through the Great Wall and destroy the Northern Region. Two, with my two dragons and the six hundred or so Night Watchers, you can keep the savages outside the city. When winter comes, ninety-nine percent of the savages will freeze and starve to death. Three, we can negotiate and decide on a plan that both sides can accept to minimize casualties."
"Sir Mallister, do you have a fourth plan?"
"No, but …" The gray-haired knight's expression was cold and resolute. He gritted his teeth and said, "People will die in winter. Countless civilians of the Seven Kingdoms will freeze and starve to death. The North has experienced turmoil and is still in turmoil. Their situation is not much better than the barbarians outside the Great Wall. However, there is limited food. Even if we capture all the barbarians, there will be no food to save them."
"How do we deal with the Deviant Ghosts?" Jon couldn't help but ask.
"Deviant Ghosts …" The old knight's cold expression cracked. He shook his head helplessly and said, "I don't know. I know what you're trying to say. One barbarian fell, and a Corpse Ghost stood up, but … I really don't know how to solve this problem. "
"Are there really Deviant Ghosts?" Perestan, who was sitting opposite Jon, frowned.
He originally believed that Deviant Ghosts were just a gimmick used by the Night Watchers to get sponsorship. However, after coming to the Great Wall, almost all the Night Watchers took Deviant Ghosts for granted. This made his belief waver.
"Your Majesty, you walked around the Great Wall this morning. Did you find any Deviant Ghosts?" the old man asked.
"No, I didn't even see any living dead. They seemed to be hiding from the sun. When we negotiate with the King of Savages tomorrow, we can ask them. "Danny shook her head and said.
"Sigh, Slaver's Bay is too far away from here. Otherwise, food wouldn't be a problem at all." Barristan sighed.
"Well, that reminds me, sir." An idea flashed through Dani's mind, and she couldn't help but smile. "How about this? Let's choose a barbarian with a family to guard the Great Wall, and his family will follow me across the narrow sea.
With his family as hostages, the barbarians will have to listen to the Night Watchers no matter how rebellious they are. Their family can go to the plains of the Rohn River to farm. "
"This …" Such a bold plan made the Night Watchers who were listening in on their conversation confused.
"Your Majesty, I don't quite understand. How are the barbarians going to the Urso continent? There are more than a hundred thousand of them. How many ships would they need? Besides, why are the free trade city-states willing to accept them? "Yimont came back to his senses and asked curiously.
"Old man, wherever the true dragon sees, it's the king's land!" Danny's lips curled into a cold smile. "What does it matter if they're willing or not? Let's not talk about the barbarians. With just a few hundred giants and my Megalosaurus, who in the world can stop me? “
"Use the barbarians to conquer the free city-states?" Jon frowned. "Attacking another country for no reason," he said unhappily. "Attacking another country for no reason, okay? And how many people will die? "
"Kid, you've got one thing wrong. The free trade city-states have already declared war on Her Majesty." The red-nosed old man shook his head and looked at Danny with a complicated expression. "Her Majesty's magnanimity, vision, and wisdom are admirable. She came up with a plan to solve the barbarians, the deviant ghosts, and the allies at the same time!
There's no doubt that this plan is a win-win for Her Majesty, the barbarians, and the Westeros. Maybe before winter, Her Majesty will be crowned as the first empress in the world. "
Silence fell in the hall. Several senior members of the Night Watchers frowned and pondered. Even the Night Watchers who were drinking and talking dirty became quiet in the strange atmosphere.
"The impact of this matter is too great. I can't bear the responsibility and consequences. Only the commander-in-chief can give you the final answer," Bowen Maxi said with a bitter face.
"Then let's choose the commander-in-chief!" Danny looked around and asked curiously, "Who are the candidates?"
"All the brothers of the Night Watchers are qualified to be the commander-in-chief and have the right to vote."
As soon as Yimont finished speaking, the short man with two chins, Slynt, stood up and said loudly, "I used to be the commander-in-chief of the garrison of the capital, the commander of three thousand golden robes, and the Count of Helenburg —"
"Count, your fief has changed!" The red-nosed old doctor reminded him. "Now, Helenburg belongs to Duke Petyr Belize!"
Slynt's chin trembled and he forced a smile. "It's good that it's changed. Everyone knows that Helenburg is cursed.
'Black Heart' Holl was burned to death in the city by Bellerion on the day Helenburg was built. Then, the Keholis family was wiped out by 'Red Heart' Helenburg. The third castellan, Harroway, was slaughtered by 'Cruel' Meg. The fourth castellan, Tal, had no descendants, and his family was wiped out …
Sigh, thinking about it, it's really scary. In just three hundred years, Helenburg had nine castellans, and I was the tenth.
But I was unlucky before I even went to the castle … Compared to the castellan whose nine families were wiped out, at least I was able to wear black clothes and serve the people of the Seven Kingdoms.
Now that Littlefinger is the eleventh castellan, I don't know how long he can last … "
Danny was also stunned. She didn't know if he didn't mention it. After being reminded by this guy, she realized that Helenburg was indeed cursed. She didn't know what would happen to Slynt, but Littlefinger was definitely done for. This …
Who would become the twelfth castellan of Helenburg?
Why not let Tyrion or Jon try in the future?
If they could survive the long night …
Slynt puffed out his chest and announced loudly, "Brothers, I have the qualifications and the ability to become the commander-in-chief. Please believe in me, and vote for me."
"You can't." Danny shook her head. "Neither you nor Sir Alliser can become the commander-in-chief!"
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