After listening to Sansa's introduction of Illyrio, Erlu frowned as he sized up the fatty. "Where is Varys? Did you participate in his conspiracy to confuse Regar's bloodline? "
Illyrio was dumbfounded. His fat face turned green, white, and red. He raised a fat finger as thick as a carrot and pointed it at Erlu. He trembled as he said, "Don't slander me, and don't change the topic!
His Majesty Aegon was raised by Sir Clinton and Sister Ashara since he was young. His identity was personally acknowledged by the Dragon Queen and Prince Michiel. What right do you have to suspect him?
Hurry up and hand over His Majesty Aegon! "
"I am the rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms!" Erlu's gaze was as sharp as a knife. "As for you, you are a foreign merchant. Why are you so actively involved in the affairs of the Seven Kingdoms?
What is your relationship with Aegon that you are more anxious than Sansa Stark? "
"I do not deny that I sponsored His Majesty Aegon to obtain a noble title and land. However, I am a righteous merchant and an old friend of the Targaryen Family. It is also my dream to uphold justice for the Targaryens."
Illyrio's expression was furious. His eyes were clear, and his tone was firm. He looked exactly like a persecuted and misunderstood loyal subject.
"Don't change the topic." Sansa waved her hand impatiently and questioned Erlu. "Why don't you immediately release Aegon? I have already done as you said. The True Dragon Alliance has clearly collapsed and can no longer threaten your throne. "
"Are you forgetful?" Erlu's tone was unpleasant. "I said that when Davos obtained the military command of the False Dragon Alliance, Aegon would be placed under the supervision of a third party, Jon Stark.
When the matter of the King's Landing was over and you all swore to exile yourselves, I would release him. “
"You said so at the time, but you shouldn't have taken Aegon away from Winterfell. If you leave Winterfell, how can Jon guarantee Aegon's treatment and safety? "
"Do you think I'll stay in Winterfell forever?" Stannis asked.
"You can leave a group of creatures in Winterfell to supervise Aegon, just like you did with the Black Death God," Sansa said.
Erlu glanced at Jon and said coldly, "I'm sorry, but your reputation is not worth the risk. I'm worried about you staying in Winterfell. "
These words were obviously directed at him. Jon was embarrassed and angry.
He blushed and said, "Your Majesty Stannis, aren't you going overboard?
The Dread Keep has yet to be taken, and I have yet to complete my revenge on Roose Bolton, but I still sent two thousand cavalry to follow you south.
There aren't three thousand cavalrymen in the entire Northern Region right now. What else do you want? "
Erlu said faintly, "I want you to use your identity as Robb's successor to gather the nobles in Hejian County. I want ten thousand of your soldiers in the north to follow me to the south."
Jon's army was made up of three parts: the barbarians on the Great Wall, the Rockseeds on Skaggs Island, and the private soldiers of the Northern Region nobles.
The two thousand cavalrymen he gave to Erlu were all from the various nobles in the Northern Region. The barbarians, Rockseeds, and even the crippled clansmen were all left in Winterfell.
According to Erlu's plan, Jon not only had to support him to the south, but he also had to replace Sansa and rebuild the "Wolf, Fish, and Eagle" alliance.
Robb was not only the King of the Northern Region. The nobles of Hejian County, including his grandfather's Tully Family, had all pledged their loyalty to him.
Of course, Erlu was not stupid. He had never thought of plucking a complete peach. If Jon could help him gather as many people as possible, it would be a gain.
But Jon refused.
He refused to send troops to the south with him and refused to write a letter to Blackfish of River Delta to persuade him to surrender.
Jon was an idiot to help Erlu with all his might at this time.
Blackfish was Sansa's second grandpa, but he had nothing to do with him.
In the silence, Sansa suddenly asked, "Where do you intend to bring Aegon to?"
— To the King's Landing, at the Red Fort, to judge him in public and then exile him. It's a pity …
Erlu's deep blue eyes showed a hint of helplessness, but it disappeared in an instant.
He was expressionless, and his voice was flat and rigid as he said, "Go to White Harbor and take a boat to the south. I want to return to Wind's End Fort! That's Theon Bella's clan castle. It can't fall into the hands of outsiders. "
— The Northern Region had never been his destination. He wanted to gain the loyalty of the Northern Region's people and then lead Stark to the Neck. He wanted to conquer the nobles of Hejian County and the valley, and rebuild the "Deer, Wolf, Fish, and Eagle" alliance with the Bucks as the center. That was his original and most beautiful wish.
Of course, the current situation was not the worst. Aegon had been eliminated, the Northern Region had pledged their loyalty, and the Iron Treasury had given him an unlimited amount of money. He had recruited seventy to eighty thousand mercenaries, and he would be able to fight his way to the King's Landing.
After this conversation, both parties parted on bad terms. However, before leaving, Jon stayed alone in Erlu's tent for fifteen minutes.
"King Stannis, I have a question. Winterfell and the King's Landing are thousands of kilometers apart. How do you know about Aegon's military plans and the exact location of the Northern and Southern armies?" Jon asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time.
"I have my own information channels." Erlu did not seem to want to talk about it. He was vague and evasive.
"Is it Scholar Theomer?"
Seeing Erlu's pupils constricting, Jon knew that he had guessed correctly. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Lord Mandalay's warning was right.
I should have listened to him and rejected Scholar Theomer's service. I should have chosen an apprentice from the Northern Region nobles.
Even if his abilities were not as good, at least he would have been loyal. "
"Scholar Theomer is very loyal to the King," Erlu said calmly.
"But he is even more loyal to the King on the Iron Throne!" Jon rubbed his numb cheeks and lamented, "Have you never thought about where his information comes from?
The nobles of the Northern Region have no dealings with the King's Landing. In the past, we would not receive a single letter from the King's Landing.
Even if there were letters, they would be summaries of the news.
Only Winterfell has the right to receive and send out outdated political news. "
In fact, it was not only the Northern Region that did not have access to information. In this era where communication relied on messenger crows and papermaking had not been invented, the Seven Kingdoms' information flow was slow.
For example, Scholar Pylos of Dragonstone Island was in charge of collecting information from the Seven Kingdoms, but the information he received was "monthly". He did not know what had happened in the Moon Valley or what had happened in Moonriver Bay …
Erlu's eyes flashed. He said nonchalantly, "No matter where he got the information from, as long as it is true and valuable to me, it is enough."
"You —" Jon's eyes widened. He suddenly realized that Theomer's motive was not simple, but he would rather let Cersei take advantage of him to get rid of Aegon!
.....
"That's right. I have been in contact with the King's Landing. The messenger crows of the Red Keep brought news of the True Dragon Alliance. When I saw King Stannis, I told him immediately. “
Scholar Theomer's chubby red face was calm.
After returning to Winterfell, Jon immediately ordered for him to be arrested and brought to the Great Hall for trial.
"So it was you!" Sansa's expression was complicated. It was obvious that she was in disbelief, but also filled with anger and killing intent.
"But you are a scholar. You swore to be loyal to your lord."
"I did not betray Count Mandler or Duke Jon," Theomer said calmly.
"Colluding with Cersei is not considered betrayal?"
"Queen Cersei is the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. The traitors are Stannis and Aegon. I am helping my lord correct his mistakes."
Theomer was not ashamed at all. His voice was steady and loud, without a trace of trembling.
But his calmness angered Sansa. She was so angry that her face contorted. "Traitor! Execute him!"
"Traitor! Execute him!" The barbarians, northerners, and knights of the Valley all shouted angrily.
"Silence!"
Jon shouted. He looked coldly at the red-faced scholar and said, "Do you still remember your oath as a scholar?"
"Haha, Lord Jon, do you still remember the oath of the Night's Watch?" Siaomo chuckled. "Of course, you're tired from logging, and you even died once.
But did I jump out from a crack in a rock?
After wearing the necklace, the scholar must give up his previous name and entrust his loyalty to his lord.
But I can't forget the name I have used for decades, 'Theomer Lannister'.
I know that I am from Port Lannister and have family, friends, and relatives in the Western Territory.
For the sake of lumbering, I am willing to be like you. I am willing to break my oath once and die once. You can chop off my head. "
Jon felt as if he had eaten a fly. But Theomer was so determined and right that he could not do anything.
"Put on your black clothes and go to the Great Wall!" He sighed.
.....
Danny patted the long crate made of fresh pine wood. She held back her laughter and said, "This is the dwarf's coffin? “
"He is not dead yet." Mei Ji stood in the garden on the top floor, full of blooming flowers and fruits. She looked around and was amazed by her surroundings.
"I am … not dead yet." The dwarf's weak voice came from the crate.
Two Unsullied stepped forward and opened the lid of the crate. Then, they carried out Tyrion, who was wrapped in a thick down quilt, and placed him on the lawn under the sun.
"Ah —" Jiqi, who had come over to take a look, suddenly covered her nose and retreated as if she had been electrocuted. "It stinks. Even the dwarf's corpse stinks."
The sky-blue feathers were stained with thick yellow water and dark red blood. Like the leaves of a rice dumpling, it was sticky, and there were even threads between the quilt and the skin. A fishy and salty smell of rotten meat mixed with herbs immediately spread out.
It was so pungent that it made one want to vomit!
After flying in the sky for two days, Tyrion looked even more miserable.
It was like a live chicken that had been thrown into a pot of oil and fried until it was black. Then, it was covered in a layer of expired ketchup. It was black and sticky.
"Your Majesty, save me! I feel terrible. It's like there is a fire in my stomach. "
The dwarf's eyes, one dark green and the other dark, were wide open. His pleading and pain almost overflowed from his eyes.
After Old Yimont stepped forward to measure his temperature, he exclaimed, "Seven Gods above, his body temperature is over forty-five dragon degrees!"
Then, he turned to Danny and said, "Your Majesty, save him. There is no medicine to cure him. We can only use a large-scale Saint Healing Spell."
Danny did not comment. She approached the dwarf and carefully felt the active Fire Magic Power in the dwarf's organs. She took off the lobster glove on her right hand and clenched her palm towards her heart.
Silently, wisps of pale yellow fire floated out from all parts of the dwarf's body and floated into Danny's palm.
In a moment, a dark red fireball the size of a ping pong ball was condensed.
"Fire Wizard Spell plus a curse. Melisandre really wants your life!"
She squeezed her right hand and the fireball was extinguished. However, a dark red skull mark was left on Danny's jade-white palm.
The skull's mouth was still moving up and down.
Dragon Spirit + True Dragon Roar!
The skin on her palm trembled slightly. The skull mark turned into specks of dark red dust and floated down. Before it landed on the grass, it disappeared into the air.
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