"Your Majesty, even if you want to leave, you have to wait until you defeat the alliance army and win the Battle of Meereen," Old Awkward said in a low voice.
Look, this is a knight, a true knight!
Only this kind of person is worthy of trust.
"What is Aegon thinking? You didn't go with him, so how can he obtain the loyalty of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms?" Danny asked doubtfully.
The fight for the Iron Throne was not over just by taking down the King's Landing.
You could ignore the wishes of the people, but you had to obtain the approval of the nobles, because the foundation of the king's rule was the nobles.
Aegon, a prince who had been dead for eighteen years in name, found it very difficult to even enter Rega and Ilya's household register, let alone obtain the loyalty of the nobles.
If Clinton helped him, he might be able to rope in some of the nobles.
Clinton's reputation in the Seven Kingdoms might not be as good as Barristan's, but he was still a well-known figure.
Among the knights of the Seven Kingdoms, he was also publicly recognized as a righteous and honorable true knight.
Without a doubt, Tyrion was more capable than Clinton, but his reputation was already rotten to the ground, and following Aegon would only drag him down.
"He has the support of the Golden Corps, the dragon, and your approval," Clinton said with a complicated expression.
Danny was also confused by the situation.
Just based on Aegon's fifty-meter-long pterosaur, the entire Seven Kingdoms would be sure of one thing: whether or not Aegon was Lei Jiazi, the Dragon Queen would definitely think that he was.
Otherwise, even if she did not cut off his head, she would not give him the pterosaur.
This was also one of the reasons why Illyrio and Varys had sent Aegon to Slave Bay from so far away.
"Tell me, what should we do? I have made an oath, and I will not go back on it. But if we tacitly agree that Aegon is using my name to fight for the Iron Throne, it will be the same as going back on the oath. "
Danny threw this difficult problem to the two honest people.
Yimont was still frowning in thought when Old Awkward immediately said in a firm tone, "Your Majesty, you are right, a sacred oath cannot be violated.
His Highness is your junior, and also your … He is not your vassal, but he has received your help and grace. You must not sully your honor for your own selfish desires! "
Look, look, this is a true knight with honor and conviction.
The words of a True Knight made sense!
Dani was once again convinced that the knightly culture of Westeros still had some redeeming qualities.
"Sir, what do you think I should do?" Danny asked kindly.
"I don't know," Old Face said bluntly.
Dragon Queen was stunned.
"But I know what I should do," Ol 'Chan quickly added.
"What are you doing?" Danny asked with a wooden face.
"I'm going to Pentos to persuade Prince Aegon to give up his irrational behavior and ensure that your oath is not violated and your honor is not tarnished," Ol 'Chan said.
If she didn't know Old Guy well, Danny would have thought that he didn't succeed in escaping and was now planning to never return!
"You didn't persuade him before. Is it useful to go now?" Danny asked suspiciously.
Ol 'Chan said with a serious expression, "Whether it can succeed or not is one thing, whether I do it or not is another.
I've raised the prince for more than ten years. I can't watch him do wrong. He's my adopted son after all. I have to persuade him to come back. "
At this moment, Old Yimont also came up with an idea and said, "Persuasion probably won't work. The temptation of the Iron Throne …
Sir, tell Aegon that if he doesn't want to follow Her Majesty's oath, he shouldn't affect her honor. "
"What should I do?"
Old Yimont's eyes flashed as he said in a deep voice, "Two branches in one family!"
"Two branches in one family?" Ol 'Chan exclaimed.
"Yes, two branches in one family, just like Dayen of Starfall City and High Recluse City." Old Yimont nodded.
"Master Yimont, are you letting Prince Aegon be the branch family? I'm afraid he won't be willing! "Ol 'Chan was the first to be unhappy.
He didn't agree with Aegon's actions, but he didn't want the "Silver Prince" to become a "second-class" Targaryen for no reason.
Indeed, the lords of Starfall City and High Recluse City were both called "Dayen". But for thousands of years, High Recluse City had always been a vassal of Starfall City.
In fact, there was a more direct example than Dayen. The King of the North, Stark, and Kahl of Karhold City, Stark.
It was obvious that Ol 'Chan didn't want Rega to become "Rega Kartargaryen".
"There's no main branch family, just like Forsway of River Bend," Yimont said.
Forsway of River Bend was another example. There was no distinction between the two families. One was a red apple, the other a green apple.
It was more like the red dragon and black dragon of Targaryen.
Well, after Aegon ran away, Yimont completely treated him as a black dragon.
Whether Aegon was a descendant of Black Fire or not, Yimont decided to treat him as a black dragon from now on.
"I'll try my best to persuade the prince to come back." Ol 'Chan reluctantly agreed to Yimont's suggestion.
If the family was split into two, the Dragon Queen naturally wouldn't have to take responsibility for Aegon's actions. Aegon could also do whatever he wanted.
But this would do more harm than good to Aegon.
He was fighting for the Iron Throne, but it didn't mean that he had secured it.
Now, he still needed the support of the Dragon Queen. At the very least, he needed the Dragon Queen's tiger skin.
Right now, Ol 'Chan could only hope that his adopted son would be smart and follow him back to Slaver's Bay to be a glorious Winged Dragon Knight.
.....
While Danny was discussing Tyrion's betrayal, Tyrion was also tormented by his own actions.
After the day of patricide, the pure and happy little devil was gone forever.
If there really was an Avici Hell, he would have been wandering around in it.
During the day, sounds, colors, touch, and smells could be intoxicating. At night, in his dreams, all his emotions would surface clearly from the depths of his soul.
A person living in regret would buy himself a drink, but would never be willing to sleep sober.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Queen, no, don't take away my Tessa! I beg you, I can help you match the wildfire, I can go to the rainforest, the old dragon knows the way, I can even help you … "
The dwarf knelt before the Queen and begged bitterly.
"The dragon is mine. You betrayed me, so I want to take back Tessa." The Dragon Queen's expression was cold. She lifted her leg and kicked. Like kicking a rubber ball, she kicked the dwarf until he rolled back a few times.
The dwarf struggled to get up and wiped away the blood on his forehead. When he looked up again, he saw his father staring at him with a stern gaze.
He had a golden lion helmet on his head and a golden plate armor made of dark red porcelain on his body. His breastplate and gloves were decorated with complicated golden spiral decorations, while his gauntlets were made of golden sunlight.
A pair of golden lionesses lay on his shoulders, dragging along a thick and heavy cloak made of pure golden silk.
It was majestic and luxurious. But when he looked down, he saw that Duke Tywin's lower body was bare. His dick was covered in blood, and there was a crossbow bolt stuck in it.
"Father, I'm sorry!" The dwarf's tears flowed down his face as he started to cry. "You're a bastard, but I shouldn't have killed you."
Tywin only looked at him with his cold blue eyes, his thin lips tightly pursed.
"Tyrion, you killed me!"
The dwarf wiped his tears and looked, only to see Uncle Kevon looking at him in place of his father.
Uncle was wearing a gorgeous dark red velvet suit with golden lions embroidered on it. He had a crown on his head and sat on an iron throne full of sharp blades. His neck was empty, and his head was tucked under his left armpit. His eyes were full of resentment, and his mouth opened and closed as he spoke.
"Tyrion, you said that you are a Lannister. You said that you would seek a better future for the Lannister of Casterly Rock.
I believed you, and paid with my life for it. But here you are, regretting it. What's in Slaver's Bay?
Do you want to free the slaves? Hahahahaha … "
"No, I don't regret it. I want to return to King's Landing. I want to correct Cersei's mistake. Before the Dragon Queen officially interferes, I want to control the situation in the Seven Kingdoms — Awoo!"
Tyrion howled and sat up. Before he could wake up, a furry head lifted from his crotch and said in a muffled voice, "Lord Dragon Knight, you're crazy."
Tyrion looked around. He was in a luxurious palace-like room. The sea breeze blew in from the balcony, bringing him the sound of seagulls, the warmth of the sun, and the saltiness of the sea.
And he was lying naked on a velvet bed. The mattress was so soft that he felt like he was wrapped in clouds.
Perhaps, it wasn't just the mattress, but also …
The dwarf looked at the golden-haired female slave who was working hard early in the morning and asked, "How am I crazy? Did I say something? "
"You hugged me and did that thing. You called out 'Dragon Queen', 'Cersei' and 'Jaime', and even 'Tywin' and 'Kevon'. Not only did you call her the Queen, you even … Tywin is your father, right? "
"Get lost!" the dwarf said angrily.
The female slave was very obedient. She got up and left.
"Wait." The dwarf frowned. He looked at his hard as iron penis and shouted, "Come back!"
After he was done, Tyrion took a bath and staggered out of the bedroom.
In the fountain garden in the backyard of the palace, he saw Aegon and Illyrio.
The fat viceroy was sitting under a cherry tree, enjoying a jujube and glutinous rice cake. When he saw the dwarf, he immediately extended his hand, which was as thick as a carrot, and shouted,
"Old friend, come and sit. I've prepared a cherry pigeon pie for you. I wanted to discuss what to do with you personally, but I heard at the door …
Sigh, it's good to be young. You've been busy until noon. "
The dwarf's ugly face was slightly red. He pointed at Aegon, who was shouting for the craftsmen to paint the pterosaur by the pool and asked, "What is the prince doing?"
Tyrion shook his buttocks left and right to stabilize his body.
The chair was too big for the dwarf. It was originally used to seat the fat viceroy's fat buttocks.
The chair was wide and deep. The dwarf felt uncomfortable, as if he had come to a kingdom of giants.
"Didn't you see? Paint it black. "The fat viceroy stroked the tip of his oiled yellow beard.
"I saw it. But why paint it?" The dwarf moved his buttocks to the side of the armrest and sat on the chair like a soft couch.
The fat viceroy frowned and then relaxed. He sighed and said, "The pterosaur sounds a few grades lower than the Megalosaurus. Fortunately, Prince Aegon's Bellerion is big enough and intimidating.
But its scales are like the seaweed in a smelly lake … "
"Think about it. Don't the Westeros' commoners and nobles have more feelings for the Black Dragon?" The fat viceroy chuckled.
"So, even the name was changed?"
The dwarf lifted the tightly sealed bronze pot lid, picked up the pigeon pie inside and chewed.
The fat viceroy narrowed his eyes and inadvertently glanced at the stone sculpture in the middle of the pool. He said, "Obviously, 'Elia' is far less fated than 'Bellerion'."
There was a naked young swordsman sculpture in the middle of the marble pool. His body was lithe and his movements were agile. It was the fat viceroy when he was young.
Yes, the current Roshan had a youthful period where he could rely on his looks to make a living.
The dwarf chewed on the meat pie and muttered, "But 'Elia' is obviously more favored by Uncle Duane.
You called the prince back in advance and did not even inform the Dragon Queen in person. You have already greatly offended her. If you lose Duane's support … "
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