In recent days, the bleak City of Knowledge seemed to have changed for the better.
Highting Tyrell of the Lord of the River Bend finally agreed to the scholar's request and sent a squadron of three hundred cavalry.
They would replace the armored and sword-wielding scholars to guard the City of Knowledge and protect the scholars on the Great Guardian of Light's "sinner list" from being attacked by the honorable knights.
Then, the acting regent of the Iron Throne, Empress Dowager Cersei, officially announced that the Dragon Queen's trial against the City of Knowledge was invalid.
In other words, the City of Knowledge did not need to be disbanded. The City of Knowledge resumed its business and became an official organization of the Seven Kingdoms again.
Good things came in threes. Even Dr. Wargrave, who had been in a daze for almost a year, regained his sanity. The City of Knowledge had gained another great general.
On this day, the wind outside was warm and the flowers were fragrant. The Steward's Pavilion was also filled with joy and laughter.
The doctors' gloomy expressions were swept away and their moods were as bright as the sun in the courtyard.
"Finally, the Iron Throne has made an official announcement. The City of Knowledge is still the City of Knowledge, the scholars are still the scholars. Our dignity and glory have returned. "Steward Theobald sighed.
"And Tyrell, they have also expressed their stance. Three hundred cavalry is enough to defend the Red Keep. We no longer need to be on tenterhooks and have trouble eating and sleeping! "Economics Doctor Ryan said.
"Even Dr. Wargrave has recovered. Congratulations!" Benedict, the history doctor, looked at the old doctor sitting on the first left of the supervisor.
"Dr. Wargrave, how do you feel?"
"Do you remember what happened these days?"
With Benedict's reminder, the doctors began to show concern for the white-haired old doctor.
A faint purple light flashed in Wargrave's old eyes. "I'm fine, but I'm afraid everyone is not so optimistic."
"Dr. Wargrave, what do you mean?" Ryan asked.
Wargrave did not say anything. He only tapped two letters on the table.
Everyone sighed and fell silent.
The two letters came from Highting and the Iron Throne, Old Rose and Cersei.
Cersei asked the City of Knowledge to publicly support her reentry into the palace and return to being the Empress Dowager.
Old Rose asked the City of Knowledge to launch a public opinion offensive to incite the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms to drive Cersei Greyjoy out of King's Landing.
The Empress Dowager, who had married into the Iron Islands, was no longer the Empress Dowager and had no right to rule as regent.
The reason was simple. Although the King's Landing didn't have a Theon, the Seven Nations' legal system still belonged to Theon Bella.
Even Targaryen was only a remnant of the previous dynasty.
Even if the whole world knew that Toman was Lannister, the reason why Toman could become king was because his surname was Theon Byra.
So, why should the matriarch of the Greyjoy family be the regent of Theon Beira's throne?
It was still the same old saying. No matter how bad the City of Learning was, it still controlled all the messenger crows of the seven countries.
Controlling the messenger crows was equivalent to controlling half of the public opinion of the seven nations.
Not to mention that each of the nobles of the seven countries had a scholar assisting them.
The scholar's attitude could easily influence the lord's decision.
Therefore, at this crucial moment in the battle for public opinion, the Iron Throne and Gao Ting began to express goodwill towards the City of Knowledge.
Previously, the City of Knowledge had been smelly. With Old Rose's shrewdness and Kevon's shrewdness, how could they waste their family's reputation and honor just to endorse the scholars of the City of Knowledge?
To be honest, even they were shocked by the crimes of the City of Knowledge!
The problem now was that after receiving benefits from the Iron Throne and Gao Ting, the City of Knowledge had to repay them.
They had to choose a side!
Gao Ting, or Cersei?
"The City of Knowledge's foundation is in the old town. The old town is at the river bend, and Gao Ting controls the river bend." Professor Lane said slowly.
"Lannister controls the King's Landing."
"But the King's Landing needs the river bend to support it."
"Cersei is crazy, Old Rose is rational. No one can predict the outcome of offending a lunatic."
"Gao Ting withdraws the knights guarding us. I can immediately tell you what your outcome will be. You will be arrested by bounty hunters who call themselves' Honorable Knights', and then paraded through the streets under the pressure of the monks."
.....
The professors spoke one after another, and began to quarrel with each other over the matter of choosing a side.
"Professor Wargrave, what do you think?" The head of the professors asked the old man beside him.
Wargrave followed the thoughts from the depths of his Soul Core, and said with a wooden face, "The City of Knowledge is weak, and we can't afford to offend anyone. Why don't we dilute our existence and try not to take sides?"
"It's best if we don't take sides, but how do we do it?" A professor immediately asked.
"If Professor Lane quarreled with the head of the department and wanted me to be the referee, but when they found my tower, they found me sweating profusely over another life-threatening matter, what would they do?" Wargrave asked.
There were no fools present, and everyone quickly fell into deep thought as if they had understood something.
After a while, Professor Lane asked softly, "Why don't we continue to spread the news that Braavos violated the rights of the guests?"
"We have never stopped criticizing the shamelessness of the Braavossians." A professor reminded.
Professor Lane waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Then increase the intensity. The Iron Throne and Gao Ting both know that we have been doing this recently, and it is more acceptable for them to use this reason to slack off."
"There are at least fifty stories about Braavos breaking the oath circulating in the docks and taverns at the same time. What else can we do? The attack of public opinion has reached saturation! "The head of the professors said helplessly.
"Unless there is a new explosive point."
"What else can it be?"
The professors looked at each other speechlessly.
They had written hundreds of stories about Braavos breaking the oath and the brutality of the Faceless. Now, they were racking their brains to write a similar article. What was the use?
"Sigh, now that things have come to this, I will not hide it anymore."
In the quiet conference room, Professor Wargrave's sigh was particularly loud.
"What?" The head of the professors turned his head in confusion.
The old man leaned back in his chair and sighed. "I will lay my cards on the table. Apart from the ordinary professors, there is a special team, and I am the leader of the special team!
It just so happens that the special team knows many secrets of the Faceless.
If you want explosive points, I will give you explosive points. How about a Faceless assassination list?
It has a name, a time, and a place. It is guaranteed to shake the world. Even the Iron Throne and Gao Ting will be shocked. "
It was uncertain if Cersei and Old Rose would be shocked by this, but all the doctors present were shocked by what they had just witnessed.
"Professor, are you … okay?"
The head of the professors pointed to his temple, his movements and expression careful not to provoke the poor old man.
The old man had only recovered from dementia with the blessing of the Holy Mother, and now he had become a lunatic?
"You think I'm a lunatic?" Professor Wargrave's eyes were contemptuous.
Are you not?
The professors complained in their minds.
"Hmph, now that things have come to this, I am not afraid to tell you that the War of the Usurpers was not an accident, but the result of our scholars' careful planning.
Rickard Stark's scholar, Vilis, is a member of our special team.
Rickard was ambitious, and Vilis encouraged his ambition, and facilitated the alliance of Stark, Tully, Ayrin, and Theon Byra … "
Professor Wargrave was eloquent, blabbering on and on, recounting the War of the Usurpers and the four-nation alliance.
The conference room was as silent as a morgue. The professors' faces were pale, their eyes wide, and their chins almost fell on the table.
Their eyes were full of bewilderment, and their expressions were full of shock.
"Professor, are you sure? This is a serious matter, you can't joke about it. "
After a long while, the head of the professors picked up his chin from the table and pressed it back down.
"Do I look like someone who jokes?" Wargrave asked in return.
I'd rather you were joking.
No, I'd rather you, old man, remain a retard, forever bringing the secret of the 'special team' that deserved to see the Deviants underground. Even if you don't know the secrets of the Faceless, it's still worth it.
The head of the professors' face was ashen, and he gritted his teeth in hatred.
The professors' eyes flickered …
She had traveled thousands of miles to the Sanctuary beyond the Great Wall, resurrected Ace at the Great Wall, met Erlu and Lord Eel, and finally bestowed a spirit to repair Dr. Dementia's soul and leave behind a thought. It was a long story, but in fact, it had only taken three days.
On the evening of the fourth day, Danny returned to Astapor.
"Danny, did Blinden set you up?"
Old Yimont, who had dark circles under his eyes, came over anxiously as soon as he jumped off the dragon's back.
"He did, but it was worth it."
Old Yimont breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How's Jon?"
Danny sighed and said, "Jon Snow is a thing of the past …"
"Ah!" Yimont and Tyrion exclaimed at the same time.
"Lahlo couldn't resurrect him. Did the red-robed woman break her promise?" Tyrion said with a trembling voice.
"I didn't know you had such a good relationship with Jon Snow." Danny said strangely.
"I don't know why, but when I first saw him, I thought … Maybe I'm a dwarf, and he's an illegitimate child. A dwarf is no different from an illegitimate child in his father's eyes." Tyrion sighed.
Yimont glanced at the dwarf, and his mouth opened and closed. He wanted to say, "It's the bond of blood, just like when I saw you and Jon, you were especially close."
But Jon was already —
"Jon didn't die. The one who died was the Night Watchman, Jon Snow. When he was resurrected, he became the King of the North, Jon Stark!" Danny said with a smile.
"Oh …" Yimont and the dwarf rolled their eyes at the same time. "You didn't even finish your sentence. You scared me to death."
"Do you know why Jon died?" Danny looked meaningfully at Old Yimont and said, "For the sake of Stark's honor and hatred, he betrayed the Night Watchmen's oath. As the commander-in-chief, he summoned the Night Watchmen and the savages to follow him south to seek revenge on Bolton."
"Blacksmith Tanner told me that Jon is the real Stark. He has the Stark's ancestral 'Running Wolf's Blood'."
"He's indeed very impulsive, just like his uncle Blinden and aunt Lyanna. He really has the Running Wolf's Blood." The dwarf nodded in agreement.
Yimont frowned. He looked at Danny and then at the dwarf. He sighed in his heart.
Jon had risked his life for Stark and betrayed his oath. Tyrion had also risked offending the Dragon Queen a few days ago for Lannister. He rode a pterodactyl to meet Kevon at the King's Landing to arrange an escape route for Lannister.
He was obviously a Targaryen, but he had the most standard Stark appearance and the most Stark personality. He was obviously a Targaryen, but he was more like Tywin than Cersei and Jaime. He was more concerned about the future of the entire Lannister family.
Should he tell them the truth?
If their love for the Targaryens was half as deep as their love for their mother's family, would they have to worry about Danny's hegemony and the Targaryen family's prosperity?
"Aunt, what tree is this? Where did you get it?"
Yimont looked over and saw Aegon looking curiously at the bundle of red-leafed saplings in his arms.
The old man suddenly felt sick of it.
He did not know if this fellow was real or fake, but although he carried the name of Targaryen, his love for Targaryen was not half as deep as his love for the Iron Throne.
Comparing the two, it was too unlikable.
"They're all weirwood. Danny, are you going to plant weirwood?" Yimont asked.
"The thick one is a magical material. I plan to make it into a scabbard. I'll plant the other saplings in the pyramid garden first and see if they can survive. "
The Green Prophet's sphere of influence was only in the Westeros. If the weirwood was successfully transplanted, perhaps Danny could become the 'Tree Speaker' of Ursos.
"Your Majesty, our people have been waiting for a few days. Do you still want to carry out the 'cargo plan'? Do we still fight Xingis? "The giant crab walked over and asked with a frown.
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