"Mormont on horseback is loyal to Stark, while Mormont on winged dragon serves Targaryen."
"What if they clash?" The Bear Mother asked again.
"Then it's a civil war, as long as the two Mormones don't meet."
"I don't think that's a good idea …" The Bear Mother was conflicted.
"Then do you want my title of Holy Knight? “
The Bear Mother was a little impatient. He didn't have any sons or daughters, but he didn't want to see "Count Mormont's" wife run away because he was poor, so he decided to let Meiji's descendants inherit his gift. If Meiji wasn't willing, then forget it.
"Yes, of course!"
It was easy to reject the Bear Mother's inheritance, just a sentence, but it was almost impossible to encounter such a good thing again.
Meiji wasn't stupid, of course she wouldn't reject.
"Do you have any other titles?" She asked.
"What do you mean?" The Bear Mother was puzzled.
"Let's split the family into two. Bear Island will continue to be loyal to Stark, and choose one of my daughters to inherit your winged dragon and fief."
The Bear Mother was stunned.
The Bear Mother was a little embarrassed by the stare, her sallow old face flushed red, and she stammered, "A loyal subject doesn't serve two masters. Stark and Targaryen had a blood feud more than ten years ago, who knows when they'll fight again.
Besides, I have four daughters, and the remaining three don't have the right to inherit. Bear Island is too poor, and the good people look down on us, unwilling to marry us … "
Bear Island was too poor and too remote, and in terms of marriage, both men and women were miserable.
Not to mention the Bear Mother, it was difficult for the Bear Island's daughters to marry.
The Bear Mother herself didn't have a husband, and her five children were all born with wild men. Her eldest daughter, Daisy, was almost twenty years old, and she died unmarried.
The second daughter, the "She-Bear", also had a few children, but like the Bear Mother, she didn't marry and went to Bear Island's wild men to have children.
Not all of the Bear Island's daughters looked like She-Bears.
Daisy Mormont, for example, was tall, strong, and charming, and graceful, and well bred (as the heir to an earl).
The daughters of great aristocrats were often engaged before they reached adulthood. However, the daughters of Bear Island were either like Daisy, who kept herself clean but didn't have any outstanding aristocratic sons to marry, or like Mei Ji and Alisa, those with status weren't willing to marry them, and those without status were looked down upon. Thus, it was better for them to live their lives freely on Bear Island. Fierce men, stylish men, cool men, little fresh meats, they could choose at will, and they guaranteed that none of them would be over 25 years old. After all, they were the lords of Bear Island, and although they didn't have money, they had power.
"I'm a White Knight. I don't have any land, but I can ask the Queen. It should be possible."
Of course, Danny had no objections.
"I have a lot of Westeros nobles here. It won't be a problem to call all of your cousins over.
They will first take the oath to become knights, and then follow me to conquer the world. I guarantee that in the future, each of them will have a noble title and a fief. "Dragon Queen is unusually forthright.
How could she refuse a subordinate who was qualified in terms of technical and tactical skills and also had loyal and devoted genes?
Last time, when she conquered Bayasabhad by the Jade Sea, she felt that she didn't have enough subordinates to use. In the future, when she conquered Queers, Jade Sea, Volantis, and other city-states, there would be a shortage of talent if she only arranged for one confidant to be the lord of each city.
Moreover, Big Bear belonged to the oldest group of officials, so Danny was happy to give him some rewards.
When Mei Ji received this reply, she happily stayed in the pyramid.
.....
That night, Danny held a small banquet for Mei Ji in the Great Pyramid. She didn't invite many guests, but gathered the generals and nobles who lived in the Great Pyramid together to have a sumptuous dinner.
After the banquet, Danny began to treat the dwarf's injuries.
In a 30-square-meter stone room, the walls were pasted with snow-white dragon paper. More than 20 candles were lit in the chandelier, and the room looked bright and magnificent.
In the middle of the room, there was a single bed with a straw mat, and on the bed lay a charred dwarf wearing only a pair of white underpants.
"How is it?" Looking at Danny's changing expression under the light, old Yimont was worried.
"How is it?" The dwarf also widened his heterochromatic eyes and looked at Danny nervously.
Danny was silent for a while before she said, "Tyrion, first tell me a reason why you want me to save you."
The dwarf blurted out, "I'm willing to go through fire and water for Targaryen!"
"Haha …" Danny sneered.
"I will lead Casterly Rock to surrender to you."
"Haha …"
"I can give you my sister's head as a ball."
"Sigh, looks like you're dead for sure today." Danny sighed.
"Your Majesty, other than loyalty, I really can't think of anything else to give you!" The dwarf wailed.
"Loyalty? Don't ruin this beautiful word. "
"Then tell me, what do you want?" Tyrion closed his eyes and said directly, "Since you didn't throw me out, it means that there's still a possibility of saving me. I'll agree to whatever you say."
Danny turned to Aegon, pointed at the dwarf and asked, "What other value does he have?"
Yimont frowned and said awkwardly, "Even a nail or a straw mat can have some effect. No matter how bad Tyrion is, he's still better than a nail or a straw mat. Perhaps, it can be used in the future? "
The dwarf opened his eyes and shouted, "Master Yimont, I swear I won't let you down. I'll be a million times more useful than a nail or a straw mat."
Dani smiled and said, "If that's the case, then sell your life to me. Every time you buy a life, we'll calculate the value. How about that?"
"You mean, if you save me once, I'll have to work for you a lot?" the dwarf asked hesitantly.
"There are three plans to save you." Danny extended three fingers. "First, the normal version. I'll use the Great Resurrection Spell to help you repair your charred organs, then use Pogba's' Ice Skin Jade Cream 'to treat your external injuries.
You can survive, but your skin will be covered in burn scars, just like a hound's face … "
"Hound?" Tyrion shuddered and quickly said, "I don't want the normal version, give me a better one!"
"The normal version saves the most Divine Power. You only need to return five lives and work for me five times," Danny reminded him.
"Five lives for the normal version? Isn't that too expensive? "
Danny nodded and said matter-of-factly, "Of course, this kind of exclusive business is extremely profitable. A 'treasure' like you, who's a million times more useful than a straw mat, needs to be ruthlessly fleeced."
The dwarf asked blankly, "Let's talk about the other treatment plans."
"For the VIP version that's above the normal version, I'll make a great vow to the Holy Mother and use a million Powers of Faith to reshape your life."
Old Yimont asked curiously, "What's reshape my life?"
"Above the Holy Healing Spell is the Resurrection Spell. You've seen the process of Big Sparrow's resurrection?
I can't use the Resurrection Spell, but the Holy Mother is merciful and the Holy Father is just, so she passed on the 'Resurrection Spell' to me. "
"Resurrection Spell?" This grand name immediately intimidated the dwarf and Yimont.
"Look." Danny pointed at the dwarf in disdain. "He's less than a meter tall, his head is as big as a bucket, his torso is like a pillar, and his legs are bent like crab claws.
He doesn't even have a nose, a scar on his face, and his eyes are different in size.
If it weren't for the Holy Mother's mercy, this kind of person would have been directly thrown into the seven levels of hell. "
The dwarf was ashamed and angry. He shouted, "The Holy Father is fair. Even though I don't have the physique of a normal person, I have superhuman wisdom."
"If you really had great wisdom, you wouldn't have accomplished nothing and failed time and time again," Danny mocked.
"Danny, what can the Resurrection Spell do?" Yimont quickly changed the topic.
"The Resurrection Spell, as the name suggests, can make a dwarf a new man. I can make him even more handsome than his older brother, compared to …" Danny crossed her left hand in front of her chest and supported her chin with her right hand. She sized up the dwarf with a scrutinizing gaze. "Maybe 1.3 meters tall?"
"You can make me grow taller?" The dwarf widened his eyes and said in ecstasy.
The dwarf was currently 0.9 meters tall. If he grew to 1.3 meters tall, it would be equivalent to stretching his body by half. It would be a miracle!
"Danny, can you really make him grow again?" Yimont asked in surprise.
"Not only can I grow taller, I can also become more handsome."
"I think I was already very handsome before," the dwarf said hesitantly.
"Then do you want to be even more handsome?" Danny asked with a smile.
"Of course, if I can do it …" The dwarf did not hesitate at all.
"The VIP Premium Edition, 50 lives."
"Although it's a little expensive, but …" The dwarf nodded hesitantly. "If you can do it, 50 lives are worth it."
Anyway, he might not be able to survive even if he sold his life five times. It was no different from selling his life 50 times.
Thinking of this, the dwarf looked at Danny with anticipation and asked, "What's the third treatment method?"
"VIP-MAX Pro Emperor Edition. Other than the Premium Edition's effects, it can also let you obtain the power of a god descending to the mortal world."
"God descending to the mortal world?"
"Strength enough to wrestle with giants. Magic resistance like the Megalosaurus, immunity to most curses in the world, and even awakening special magic talents."
"That strong?" The anticipation in the dwarf's eyes turned into suspicion. "Even you aren't that strong, right?"
"Haha, how do you think I became the King of Khal?" Danny smiled proudly.
The dwarf gritted his teeth and said firmly, "Alright, I'll take this Emperor Edition's treatment method!"
"You don't even ask about the price? You have to sell your life 100 times for me! "
Anyway, I only have one life. What's the difference if I sell my life 50 times or 100 times?
Thinking this in his heart, the dwarf said righteously, "It's the duty of a subject to die for His Majesty. So what if it's 500 times, let alone 100 times?"
"If that's the case, then 500 times it is!"
Midget …
.....
"Danny, you're not bragging, are you? How can there be such a powerful and miraculous treatment technique in the world? " Old Yimont said what was in his heart after he forced the dwarf to drink a large bowl of concentrated poppy milk.
"You don't believe me, but don't you believe in the Holy Mother?"
"Uh …" Old Yimont's mouth twitched a few times and said, "I believe in the Holy Mother, but I believe more that you will lie in the name of the Holy Mother."
"Haha, just you wait."
Danny smiled helplessly. She put on a mask and a clean white coat. Then, she took out a scalpel and quickly and accurately cut open the dwarf's chest.
"Ah!"
Old Yimont's heart almost stopped from this sudden action.
"Didn't you dissect a corpse yourself?" Danny asked curiously.
"But Tyrion is not a corpse!" Old Yimont held onto the operating table, his old face pale.
"Ugh —" When Danny opened up the dwarf's stomach like she was cutting open a pig and revealed the charred and bleeding organs, the old man cried out again. He did not bother arguing with Danny and hurriedly ran out of the door to vomit.
It was as if a ball of fire had ignited in the dwarf's chest. His internal organs and small intestines were all charred black and some of his organs were even bleeding with yellowish red pus.
But the dwarf did not die because he was a Targaryen!
If it was a normal person, he would have died long ago.
If it was before Danny became a Demigod, he would not have lasted until now.
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