The former Temple of Divine Grace, today's Temple of Light, was a pyramid-themed building complex.
The pyramid here was not as tall as Danny's Great Pyramid, but the platform at the top was wider.
There was a clear swimming pool, a red rose garden, a lavender vineyard, a green olive forest, a white laurel bush …
Women in red tulle were flirting on the stone steps in front of the swimming pool, waiting for customers to choose.
There were the sounds of men and women having fun everywhere in the garden, the sound of music, the sound of music, drinking, and even the low moans that made one's imagination run wild.
Tyrion stood at the entrance of the garden, as high-spirited as a general returning from the battlefield. He said loudly to Aegon, who was stunned, "Now, do you know why I brought you here?"
"I won't thank you," Aegon said stubbornly.
"You can't be taught." Tyrion shook his head and sighed. "If you don't experience big and small battles, how can you become a veteran of the battlefield? If you don't see all kinds of women, how can you distinguish true love from false love?
If I had the experience I have now, I would at least be able to distinguish Jaime's lies immediately. "
"How do you distinguish?" Aegon said blankly.
Tyrion patted him on the back and said with a complicated tone, "Do you know how to distinguish new shoes from old shoes?
Unfortunately, I've been muddle-headed all these years, and only now have I figured out such a simple problem.
Now, you can get my advanced experience without going through the vicissitudes of life. Be happy! "
Then, the dwarf strode into the Garden of Desire, opened his arms, and shouted, "Devout nuns, I, Lord Wildfire, am here for evening prayers again!"
"Ah, Lord Wildfire, choose me, choose me."
"General Wildfire, use your green flames to burn my passion!"
The red clothed nuns on the steps waved and cheered.
"Who is this dwarf? Why is he so popular?" In the garden, a sea merchant was puzzled.
"This is General Wildfire, the great hero who made the wildfire specially for the queen," a red clothed nun beside him said.
"Great hero?" The sea merchant was even more puzzled.
"The wildfire was prepared for the alliance army, and if he was careless and the wildfire failed, he would immediately die. If he wasn't a great hero, then what was he? Before General Wildfire dies, we have to take good care of him. "
"Uh …" The sea merchant's face contorted.
.....
An hour later, in Tyrion's mini-game, Aegon suffered a crushing defeat.
"Ah —" Not long after, a nun screamed in horror in the Passion Garden.
This nun was a blue nun during the day. At night, she would put on a red veil and enter the Passion Garden.
"Ahhhhh —" A moment later, Tyrion screamed in terror.
"Ahhh!" Little Aegon screamed in despair.
"Ahhhhh —" The Passion Garden was shrouded in fear. The nuns and patrons ran around screaming.
.....
Danny was woken up from her sleep. After waking up, she ordered the Unsullied to bring everyone to the top of the pyramid.
At dawn, standing on the pyramid, one could see the gray sea fog that covered the city like cotton candy, and the golden morning glow splashed vibrantly in the indigo sky in the far east.
The slightly cool sea breeze stirred the sea of fog, gently caressing Danny's cheeks, making her feel refreshed.
"What's going on?"
Little Aegon and Tyrion were disheveled, slumped on chairs as if they had lost their parents. They were four to five meters away from everyone, and were still wrapped in blankets.
Clinton's expression was solemn, and his eyes flickered.
The sorrow on Green Saintess Grazda's face almost melted into water, dripping down her chin.
"Your Majesty, there's a gray plague in the city!" she wailed.
"What, gray plague? Are you kidding me? "
Before Danny could react, Old Yimont jumped up.
"Yes, gray plague. Lord Wildfire has been infected. Prince Aegon is probably …" The Green Saintess hesitated, her expression conflicted.
"Wuuu —" Aegon suddenly wailed, miserable and sorrowful.
"Seven levels of hell, Aegon, you're infected too?"
Old Yimont's face was pale, and his body was on the verge of collapsing.
"Wuuu, I might have been infected by the little devil." Aegon's face was covered in tears as he cried in despair. "Seven Gods, it's my first time … and I've experienced such a tragedy. If I knew it would be like this, I wouldn't have gone with the little devil."
"What first time?" Yimont asked curiously.
"Prince Aegon and General Wildfire went to the Passion Garden last night," the old Saintess said.
Under the reproachful gazes of Clinton and Old Yimont, Tyrion sighed. "I did it out of kindness. The little prince is already 17 years old.
If he were in the Westeros, you would have already experienced 'appropriate' aristocratic education. You should know this better than me. "
"You can find a maid," Clinton said, suppressing his anger.
"In the queen's palace, find the queen's maid?" Tyrion mocked.
"It's not a big deal to go to the Passion Garden." Danny waved her hand and asked in confusion, "First, explain how the gray plague came about."
Of course, she knew about the gray plague.
The gray plague had similar symptoms to the gray scale disease, but the degree of harm was different.
Strictly speaking, the gray scale disease was not terrible. It was difficult to be infected without touching the lesion on the body.
But the gray scale disease could evolve into a gray plague with a high transmission rate.
A simple analogy could be made. The gray scale disease was the common cold, and the gray plague was a virus mutation of the whole rice (?) Pandemic influenza.
But Danny was not too panicked.
She did not believe that there was a virus that could infect the immortals.
"General Wildfire was infected with the gray plague, but he did not know it. As a result … when he was performing the fifth move of Spring Cry with Getti, Getti noticed the black and gray spots on his inner thigh. "
"Your Majesty, Getti is an outstanding Blue Nun!" the old Saintess emphasized.
There used to be seven Saintesses in the Temple of Divine Grace. The green Saintess was the pope, the red Saintess was a holy prostitute, the white Saintess was a noble virgin who went to the temple as an intern, and the blue Saintess was a healer.
There were also the pink Saintess, the gold Saintess, and the purple Saintess (the Saintess who served the Dragon King of Valleglia) who had lost their practical significance.
Danny saw that the "seven" of the seven Saintesses matched the seven gods, so she kept the Saintess system. She also redefined the pink Saintess as a singing and dancing priestess, the gold Saintess as a book secretary, and the purple Saintess as the Silence Sisterhood.
This Getti was skilled in medicine and had mastered the seven Spring Cry techniques.
She was a doctor during the day and went to the Passion Garden at night for legal and reasonable entertainment. What a talent!
"Are you sure it's the gray plague?" Danny asked.
The gray plague had similar symptoms to the gray scale disease. It was difficult to tell if it did not spread on a large scale.
"I've never been touched by a gray scale patient, so it must be the gray plague. Only the gray plague can spread through the air and make me infected unknowingly," Tyrion said in despair.
"No, not necessarily," Clinton suddenly said.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have hidden it from you."
He sighed and took off the deerskin glove on his right hand, revealing the gray and black spots on his palm.
The upper half of his middle finger was completely petrified into gray.
"Ah!"
Tyrion was stunned for a moment, then suddenly jumped up, pointed at Clinton, and roared in grief and anger:
"It's you, you're the one who infected me with the gray scale disease! The last time you tested the wildfire bullets in the brick factory, you used this hand to grab me, Old X. Seven levels of hell! Jon Clinton, you're too vicious. "
"Didn't I keep asking you if you felt anything?" Clinton argued with an awkward expression.
"Bastard, if you're sick, just say it!" Tyrion shouted.
"I …" Clinton was speechless.
"Sir, when did you get the gray scale disease?" Danny asked.
Clinton glanced at the unusually angry Tyrion and sighed: "About four months ago, in Sad Hill. Tyrion was pulled down the river by a stone man, and I jumped down to save him. In the process of fighting with the stone man, it grabbed me in its hand. "
The angry expression on Tyrion's face froze.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" he asked softly.
Clinton smiled bitterly and shook his head: "So what if I did? There's no cure for gray scale disease, it's a terminal illness! The curse has already entered my blood, and it flows through my entire body.
Cutting off my right hand only has a small chance of curing the disease, but my right hand is my dominant hand.
I still have to help Prince Aegon take down the Iron Throne.
At that time, I didn't know about the queen's vow to 'end the Long Night as Queen', nor did I know that she had already gone to the Westeros.
I thought that the queen would immediately marry the prince, then ride the dragon to Pentos, join forces with the fleet prepared by the Golden Group and Illyrio, and take back the Iron Throne first.
That way, Prince Aegon would become the king of the Seven Kingdoms, and even if Her Majesty failed in Slave Bay, she could still return home … "
"As long as you help Targaryen restore their kingdom within two years, and let me redeem myself from the failure of the Battle of the Ringing of the Bell, I will return to Vulture's Nest Castle, and spend the rest of my life in the mahogany forest where I first met Prince Rhaegar."
Silence. Everyone's emotions were complicated, and their gazes towards Clinton were no longer filled with reproach and resentment.
Danny sighed in her heart. This was a true knight, just like Barristan, the White Bull, and Sword of Dawn, an 'old version' of the knights.
The Mad King was so crazy, so why were there so many honorable knights under his rule?
Old Yimont let out a sigh of relief, and slowly said, "As long as it's not the Gray Plague, it's not a big problem. Immediately isolate anyone who has' close 'contact with Tyrion, and use a knife to stab the places he has touched, if … Ugh! "
The old man's face contorted, and he couldn't continue.
"Seven Gods above, General Wildfire has been going to the Passion Garden almost every night, and most of the ladies are with him … Also, our ladies are receiving guests, this …" The Green Saintess' expression was one of despair.
"Aegon, you just went there today, right?" Yimont asked expectantly.
"Wuuuu …"
After being called out by Old Yimont, the young prince, who had been sitting in a daze, came back to his senses and cried.
"The little devil invited me to play a game, I-I couldn't help but join in, wuuuu …"
What game?
Danny wanted to ask.
"Don't worry, the power in our Targaryen bloodline is very strong against curses, and almost no one in history has been infected with the Gray Scale Disease." Old Yimont comforted Aegon.
This was true.
The genes of Valleglia were all optimized, and almost no one would catch a cold or have a fever.
Valleglia were completely immune to most of the diseases that normal people contracted.
But there were two prerequisites: First, the bloodline must be 'pure', and second, there must be a dragon!
"Stannis' daughter also has Targaryen bloodline, but she still contracted the Gray Scale Disease." Danny said.
"Wuuuu …" Aegon heard this, and cried even harder.
"Shireen and Aegon are different, Shireen and Princess Lei Lei are three generations apart, and Aegon is your nephew, and has the purest bloodline."
Aegon stopped crying, and looked at Aunt Danny eagerly.
"Lady Green Saintess, close the Passion Garden immediately, and conduct a thorough investigation; Gray Worm, stop the journey to Meereen.
Eight thousand Unsullied and five thousand trainees will be mobilized, and lock down the entire city. Go door to door according to the household register, strip naked, and check one by one.
Remember, all Unsullied must wear leather armor, gloves and masks … "
At this point, Danny turned around and asked Yimont, "How do we kill the virus … Hmm, the curse?"
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