"What, you called me cousin, the son of Rega and Elia? This … You're not a liar, are you? "
The honest-looking Quentin looked suspiciously at the silver-haired man in front of him and said what was on his mind.
The joy on Aegon's face of reuniting with his loved ones was like spring water under the cold wind of a long night. It quickly froze, cracked, and fell off layer by layer, leaving only shame and embarrassment.
If it weren't for Aegon's reminder, the Dragon Queen would have almost forgotten about Quentin's group in the quarantine area. There was a small boat delivering food there regularly.
The Gray Plague Virus was a mutation of the Gray Scale Virus. According to modern medical analysis, since the two viruses were different, the special medicine should be different.
But this was a fantasy world. The reason why the two epidemics were terrifying was mainly because the virus energy level was high and almost impossible to kill.
The Gray Plague Virus was a mutation of the Gray Scale Virus. The two viruses were different, and the level might not have changed.
Therefore, the medicine to treat the Gray Scale Virus was also useful for the Gray Plague Virus.
After staying in the desolate rocky beach 50 kilometers west of Astapor for more than half a month, Quentin was finally discharged from the hospital.
Originally, he and his friends were wondering why the Queen hadn't come to pick them up when they were all cured.
Then someone came to pick them up.
When they arrived at the Queen's Great Pyramid, before they could salute the Queen, a young man rushed over and excitedly pulled their hands, calling them "cousin" affectionately.
.....
Aegon let go of the black-haired youth's right hand, took two steps back, and said dryly, "I'm really Aegon. My father is Prince Rega, and my mother is your aunt, Princess Elia. I'm not dead. Count Varis saved me … "
"It's too fantastical. It's unbelievable." The iron-pillar-like youth on the side rubbed his big bald head and shook it vigorously.
The yellow-haired youth also muttered, "Who dares to believe Varis's words? Besides, he didn't even inform Prince Daolang. "
Aegon's face turned green and red. He secretly swore in his heart that he must become a Dragon Knight. Only when he rode on the back of a dragon would his words be most convincing.
When Dahei comes back from his business trip, I'll be more diligent and try to communicate with him every night to become his Dragon Knight.
Well, since Dahei understands human nature and can speak human language, can I use my pitiful act to impress him?
For example, talk more about my current miserable situation. Even my cousin doesn't recognize me. Isn't it miserable enough?
Maybe Big Black would sympathize with me, and then …
He pondered.
After Aegon set Dahei as his target, he persevered. Every night when Dahei was sleeping on the wall, he would spend an hour or two with him.
Knowing that Blackie could understand human speech, he kept saying things like, "I am the True Dragon," "I am the son of Rhaegar and Elia," and "I am one of the three foretold heads."
Danny didn't stop him from doing this completely useless thing. In fact, she was happy to see it happen.
However, Aegon was not stupid. Now that he realized that the three-headed prophecy was useless, he decided to change his approach.
Uh, acting pitiful?
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with this person?" Cousin Quentin's words interrupted Aegon's reverie.
"He's pretending to be my aunt's child. Don't be fooled by him. Any rational person would know that if Varys saved my aunt's child, he would definitely inform my father! "Quentin advised in a serious tone.
Danny wanted to nod in agreement. This Prince of Dorne looked simple and honest, but he wasn't stupid at all.
However, Aegon was about to vomit blood.
"Aunt Danny, tell him," he said with a dark face.
Danny was too lazy to say anything. She gave Tyrion a look.
Well, after Clinton's right hand was healed, he officially became Danny's military advisor for the Western Expedition. He also held the position of the commander of the cavalry, roughly fulfilling the duties that Barristan had when he was still around.
As the former Hand of the King, who once had a 40: 60 ratio with Robert, and the former reserve leader of the Golden Mercenary Group, Clinton definitely had this ability.
Now he was very busy. He was busy helping the Queen reorganize the military and training cavalry officers.
Duck Duckfield also joined the cavalry and became the captain of Clinton's personal guards.
After the Green Saintess was executed, Lemore became the archbishop of the Seven Gods Church of Meereen and went to Meereen long ago.
Even 'Scholar Sai' Haldon became Clinton's clerk.
Only Aegon was still idle at home, doing nothing.
"Prince Quentin, Prince Aegon is probably your cousin," Tyrion said.
"Probably? Little devil, what do you mean by 'probably'? "Aegon's face changed as he questioned loudly.
When it came to matters of principle, he couldn't help but be agitated.
"I said the wrong thing."
The little devil slapped his own mouth. Who told you to speak the truth!
"Prince Aegon is your cousin," he repeated.
"Little devil, you are a kinslayer, patricide, and kingslayer. Your words can't be trusted!" Quentin said straightforwardly.
"Do you see this?" Tyrion's right thumb poked the three-headed dragon emblem on his chest. "You should recognize this, right? A second-rank official under the Queen, qualified to participate in the Imperial Council.
No matter what I did in the past, I am now the Queen's most trusted official. "
"That's enough," Danny waved her hand and interrupted their nonsense. "Prince Quentin, introduce your companions!"
If Quentin's two companions were normal guards, there would be no need for introductions.
But from their attitude towards Quentin, it was obvious that they were nobles.
Nobles had to treat each other with respect. It was a tradition of this world.
"My apologies for my lack of manners."
Quentin bowed to the Queen before pointing at the handsome and proud yellow-haired youth. "Gareth Dinwatt of the Dorndinwatt family, my close friend."
"Your Majesty, you are more charming than the violets in the flowing water garden!" The yellow-haired Gareth bowed and smiled.
"Hello, Sir Gareth."
"My foster father's nephew, Archibald Irén Wood." Quentin introduced the bald youth who looked like a pillar.
"Your Majesty, my hammer is at your service," Brother Tiezhu raised his spiked hammer and said.
"Hello, Sir Archibald."
After the formal introduction, Danny led them from the solemn hall to the warm and comfortable living room. The guests took their seats and the maids served them tea.
"… Aegon's identity is guaranteed by Sir Clinton and Lady Ashara. You should trust them."
Danny did not directly endorse Aegon. She only explained how Aegon and the rest came to Astapor.
"During the War of the Usurpers, Dorne has always been on the side of the Targaryens. And my father is a cautious person. If Varys found him … Prince Aegon's identity would never be revealed. This is very unreasonable. "Quentin still shook her head.
Aegon's face completely darkened.
He always remembered Tyrion's words: Don't always think of stealing from your aunt. Even if she recognizes your right to inherit, a vassal's vassal is not your vassal. Furthermore, she is not your vassal.
Only Dorne is an ally that you can truly trust!
That was why he had been paying attention to Cousin Quentin's condition. Once they recovered, he would immediately find his aunt …
If he had known this would happen, he would have let them continue to suffer in the Barren Rock Beach!
"Your Majesty, did you know about Prince Aegon before?" Quentin asked.
"No," Danny said.
"Of course, the fewer people who know about this, the better." Aegon argued with a red face.
Quentin stared into Aegon's eyes and said, "Your Highness, I'm straightforward. Please don't mind me. Think about it, my father and Queen Danny are your closest relatives. Is it reasonable that even they do not know? "
"Whether it is reasonable or not, you can find Varys in the future and ask him! Prince Quentin, why don't you tell me why you came to Slaver's Bay? "Tyrion asked curiously.
"I …" After a moment's hesitation, Quentin took out a folded kraft paper bag from his pocket.
He carefully opened it and solemnly took out a piece of parchment. He stood up and walked to Danny's side. The honest-looking youth handed the paper over with a red face.
"What is this?"
The little devil's neckless neck stretched out, but still could not see anything.
Dragon Queen frowned as she observed the parchment. Her beautiful face exuded an aura that prevented strangers from approaching.
Quentin pinched his sweaty palms and said in a low voice, "This is 15 years ago. My uncle, Prince Aubron Martell, secretly snuck into Braavos and signed a contract with Sir William Darry under the witness of the Sea King Brother Felic."
"Which William Darry?"
Tyrion had just asked when he immediately reacted and exclaimed, "William Darry of Darry City? Seven levels of hell. My father was right. "
Danny closed the contract and asked curiously, "What did Duke Tywin say?"
"Aunt, what's written on the contract?" Aegon looked at the parchment and asked.
"See for yourself." Danny handed the parchment to him.
"On the matter of Princess Ilia, many people said that Aubron Martell was weak and incompetent. Only my father believed that he was a scheming person and would not give up easily.
That's why he did not value the alliance with Dorne, because the two sides would never truly form an alliance. "Tyrion said with a complicated expression.
He still remembered that night when he lost his nose and his position as the Hand of the King. He vented to his father, "I've done meritorious deeds for Lannister and bled for Joffrey's Iron Throne. You can't do this to me …"
When he was recounting his deeds, the first thing he said was to use the marriage between Myrcella and Cui Sidan's (Quentin's brother) to rope in the Dornishmen to support the Iron Throne.
Then Tywin sneered, "A living lion will never be forgiven by the damned cripple (Daolord)."
"Viserys is dead." Aegon frowned and raised the contract. "According to this contract, Viserys Targaryen is to marry Araine Martell. In return, when he lands in the Westeros and reclaims the Iron Throne, Dorne will fully support him."
"Viserys is dead. This sacred contract is no longer valid. Quentin, why are you showing this to us? "
At this moment, Aegon was no longer licking his face and calling him cousin.
"Could it be …" Tyrion looked at the blushing Quentin, then looked at the beautiful Dragon Queen and laughed strangely, "Second Brother can't marry Eldest Sister, so he let Eldest Sister's brother marry Second Brother's sister. That damned cripple Daolord, what a good idea!"
"Bastard, how dare you insult my father!?" Quentin was furious. She stood up and was about to pull Tyrion's hair.
"I apologize! Kid, don't be rude in front of the Queen. "Tyrion shrunk his neck and shouted awkwardly.
Quentin glanced at the Queen and sat back down angrily.
"It's okay. Don't worry about me." Danny chuckled.
"I apologize." Tyrion apologized again, "'Damned cripple' is what my damned old man said. I was just reminiscing about my late father and accidentally said it."
"But, I didn't guess wrong, right?" He smiled and asked the Dornishmen.
"Yes, that's what my father meant. I will marry Her Majesty as the continuation of this contract. Dorne will still support you to ascend the Iron Throne. Your Majesty Danny Rize, what do you think? "
Quentin clenched her fists and sweat dripped from her forehead. Although her voice was trembling, her tone was still sincere.
"I — Am — Right!"
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