Grand Secretary Pycelle was 84 years old this year. A few years ago, he was still a handsome old man with a white beard.
Every night, he would watch the stars and the moon with the ladies on Silk Street. However, he was scared by Tyrion once and was thrown into the dark prison for a few months.
Although he was released, he felt like he had lost one of his kidneys in the prison. He could no longer lift his head and walk as if he was flying.
The old man climbed up the tower shakily and hurriedly took out the letter from the crow's leg. He only took a glance and shouted excitedly, "Seven Gods bless!"
After half an hour of back and forth, he was still a few steps away from the door of the conference room. He held the letter and shouted loudly, "Your Majesty, Queen, great news! The Mystic Dragon Witch retreated, the army suffered heavy casualties, even the Mystic Dragon was heavily injured, we won! "
"What? Killed the Megalosaurus? "Sir Harris shouted in shock.
"Is the Mystic Dragon Witch dead?" Little Rose asked anxiously.
"Not dead." Pycelle held onto the door frame and gasped.
"Then how badly is she injured? How long can she last? "Palos hurriedly got up from the chair and walked to the door to take the letter.
"Uh …" After reading for a while, the white knight who entered the palace for the second time said awkwardly, "The battle hasn't even started yet, this, what do you mean?"
"Hey, why can't you read between the lines? Look, "Grand Secretary Pycelle took back the letter and read loudly," The Dragon Slayer Crossbow completely restrained the Megalosaurus. The Mystic Dragon was afraid and hesitated. After a wave of arrows, the Mystic Dragon had no choice but to retreat.
Our army occupies the commanding heights, the Flying Dragon Tower is covered with arrows. We will win and not lose, at least we can hold on for a month.
Sir Marin Tran, please do not rush to march. If the warship is not equipped with the Dragon Slayer Crossbow, please do not go out to sea to avoid colliding with the fleet of the Mother Of Dragons. "
"Do you see, between the lines, I seem to see Sir Lucian's confident smile. Everyone knows Lucian's character.
He is honest and steady, serious and serious, and does not smile. If he says there is no problem, then there is no problem. "The Grand Secretary emphasized.
"Yes, I watched Lucian grow up. That boy never talks big." Sir Harris nodded in agreement.
Little Rose lazily sat back in her chair and said in annoyance, "Dragon isn't dead, Dragon Queen isn't injured, and no one on the other side has died. What are you all so excited about?"
"Your Majesty, you don't understand. The Dragon-slaying Crossbows were invented by our scholars. There are 500 brand new Dragon-slaying Crossbows in the Red Castle's armory.
Now that Dragonstone Island has confirmed the use of the Dragonslayer Crossbows, we no longer need to worry about the witch riding her dragon and burning Red Castle, "Pycelle said with a serious expression.
Little Rose thought about it carefully and nodded in agreement.
After being taken out of the Great Cathedral by Count Tali, she really had the thought of immediately escaping back to the High Court.
In addition to the fear of the Big Sparrow occupying the King's Landing, she was also worried that the Dragon Queen would burn down the Red Castle and burn herself to death. On the third day after Margaery left the Great Cathedral, she received a letter from the City of Knowledge.
If the Dragon-slaying Crossbows were really as powerful as the data on paper (the Westeros' Dragon-slaying Crossbows had not killed a dragon yet), then the Red Castle could at least guarantee its safety.
"The Dragon Queen has only been in the Westeros for a few days. How did you make 500 Dragon-slaying Crossbows so quickly? Is it easy to make Dragon-slaying Crossbows? "she asked curiously.
"On the contrary, only the toughest metal and wood, the strongest beast tendons, and the strongest shrapnel can be used as materials for crossbows.
The process of making them involves complex mathematical calculations, and it requires a lot of time and energy from the top craftsmen to carve the standardized parts.
In the end, the scholars will personally assemble the parts into a crossbow according to the blueprint. "
"Moreover, the cost of a crossbow is as high as 150 gold royals, which is more expensive than the ransom of an ordinary knight. It also takes a top craftsman one and a half months to complete it," Pycelle said with a sigh.
"Then why does the Red Castle have so many Dragon-slaying Crossbows?" Sir Harris asked doubtfully.
"It's Duke Tywin!" Pycelle said respectfully, "He has great foresight. About a year and a half ago, before the Rebellion of the Four Kings ended, he wrote me a letter asking me to find the blueprint of the Dragon-slaying Crossbow in the Royal Library.
Then, according to the blueprint, he bought materials from all over the world and hired dozens of top craftsmen from Myr, Khol, Tyrossi, and other cities. He also bought more than a thousand experienced blacksmiths and carpenters as slaves. "
Little Rose was stunned and said in disbelief, "He knew about the Mother Of Dragons at that time? He guessed the situation today? "
Pycelle looked deeply at Queen Rose and said, "Do you know the Warrior Group?"
"Blood Troupe?"
Sir Harris complained, "The worst thing Sir Tywin did in his life was hiring the Khol Mercenaries. The Blood Troupe was undisciplined and had no honor.
At that time, Sir Tywin was still in Hellen Castle, and the Blood Troupe dared to kill my servant. Later, he joined the northerners and cut off Jaime's right-hand. "
"Maybe." Pycelle did not have a good impression of the Blood Troupe either. It was the Blood Troupe that wreaked havoc in the Three River Valley, causing the people in Hejian County to have no choice but to come to King's Landing as sparrows.
Well, the sparrows came from Hejian County as well.
Little Rose said thoughtfully, "Could it be that Duke Tywin heard about the Mystic Dragon when he hired the Warrior Group and started to build Dragon-slaying Crossbows to defend against the Mystic Dragon?"
"Defend?" Pycelle sneered at first, then looked disappointed, "Dragon-slaying Crossbows were just a backup plan, just in case. Who would have thought that 'just in case' would really come …"
"Damn Braavosi bastard, taking so many gold royals …" The old scholar cursed in a low voice. No one could hear what he was mumbling.
"What about the craftsmen and slaves? Can they build more Dragon-slaying Crossbows and arm the entire King's Landing? "White Knight Baylos asked.
"You'll have to ask Lord Kevon. The craftsmen, slaves, and materials are all in the West, in Casterly Rock City."
"Caw —" The faint sound of crows could be heard in the rain outside the window. The ministers and the queen in the meeting room did not pay attention to it. Instead, Toman who was staring at the window in a daze shouted, "Master Pycelle, I see crows. Black wings, bring black news. "
Pycelle was startled. He walked to the window and looked out. He did not see any crows, so he said casually, "Your Majesty, we use black crows to deliver good news and bad news.
There are also white crows in the crow's nest, but white crows are not as strong as black crows. "
"I really see crows," Toman insisted.
"This is the Red Keep. Nobles often send letters here," the scholar said casually.
"Since Lord Lucian is confident that he can defeat the rebels, then should Lord Marin Tran go to reinforce Dragonstone Island? According to the plan, he should take a thousand gold robes out to sea this afternoon, "Lord Baylos asked.
"What do you think, Lord Harris?" Pycelle asked uncertainly.
After a moment of silence, the bald old man waved his hand and made a slashing motion. He said coldly, "It's time to reinforce. Dragonstone Island's terrain is dangerous. It can easily result in a loss ratio of one to ten. One for us and ten for the Demon Dragon.
As the news of Targaryen's return spreads, there will inevitably be disloyal people in the Seven Kingdoms.
We will turn Dragonstone Island into a slaughterhouse and kill the rebels in the Seven Kingdoms who are still loyal to the Demon Dragon. "
"Yes, Lord Harris, you are right." Pycelle looked at the bald old man with admiration and said, "We can equip fifty Dragonslayer Crossbows and place them on the ships …"
"Thump, thump, thump …" The sound of hurried footsteps outside the door interrupted the scholar's words. Everyone frowned as they looked at the door that was violently pushed open.
The grey robed scholar who rushed in howled, "Something bad has happened! Lord Pycelle, Lords and Your Majesty, Dragonstone Island has fallen. Lord Lucian has died in battle. The Dragon Queen has taken Dragonstone Island! "
"What?" The five elders exclaimed in unison. Even Toman, who had been acting as if nothing had happened, exclaimed.
The little fatty was nine years old. At least he knew who was the enemy and who was on his side.
"Scholar Davinci, what are you talking about? I just received a letter from Lord Lucian. You … "The scholar raised the letter in his hand with trembling hands." You were also at the crow's nest just now. You personally saw me receive the letter? "
Scholar Davinci was in his early thirties. He had a round nose, a round face, and a bald head. He was the scholar's assistant.
Yes, the scholar's assistant was also an erudite scholar.
"There are more messenger crows flying over from Dragonstone Island. The battle is over. The Dragon Queen has taken Dragonstone Island within an hour."
"How is that possible? Dragonstone Island has Dragonslayer Crossbows. Even the Megalosaurus did not dare to come close. Does that woman know magic? "Pycelle said with a pale face.
"Uh, she really knows magic!" The few of them looked at the panicking scholar and mumbled.
"I mean …" Pycelle waved his hands unconsciously. "What kind of magic can break through … Forget it. Give me the letter."
As he spoke, the old scholar stepped forward and snatched the letter from the old scholar's hand.
"The letter is from that woman. She wants us to pay the ransom. If we don't pay, we will send them to the Great Wall to be black-clothed men. But why are there only thirty-two soldiers? "The scholar muttered.
Little Rose was shocked. She said in fear, "They're all dead. Only thirty-two out of four hundred guards are left …"
"Hiss, the witch is so vicious!" The bald knight's scalp tingled.
"Not only is she vicious, but she is also greedy." Pycelle slowly put down the letter. "Ten gold royals for each soldier. Five thousand for Sir Rec."
"Is she crazy?"
.....
"Are you crazy?"
On Dragonstone Island, in the hall where the Megalosaurus was lying, Sir Titus Rec struggled to open his bruised eyes. He glared at the Dragon Queen who was sitting on the black stone throne.
"I am only a knight. A knight's ransom is not more than three hundred gold royals. Five thousand? Do you think I am Jaime Lannister? "
"Idiot, do you think Jaime Lannister is still alive to kneel in front of me and shout?" Danny tilted her head and said in disdain.
"But I am not worth five thousand gold royals!" Titus Rec said, aggrieved.
Danny was waiting for this sentence. She immediately said, "Then put on the black cloak and guard the Great Wall."
"I have a wife, I can't bear to …"
"Your wife is beautiful?" Danny asked curiously.
"His wife is an ordinary-looking Lannister collateral relative." The old crab said.
The black-armored knight who had boasted about slaying dragons looked at the Dragon Queen with pleading eyes. He said sincerely, "Margo is not beautiful, but having a wife is better than nothing. I can't bear to leave the noble life now!"
Danny's mouth twitched. She asked, "Then how much can you pay?"
"Four hundred gold royals, how about that?" The black-armored knight gritted his teeth.
Danny waved her hand. "Bronn, drag him out. If we don't get the ransom in a week, pack him up and send him to the Great Wall."
"No —" The black-armored knight looked desperate. He screamed.
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