"Your Stark has already surpassed Lannister to become the richest man in the Seven Kingdoms," Danny said with a complicated expression.
"The Riverbend Court has more than four hundred thousand tons of grain. I can't compare. "Jon shook his head.
"Sansa inherited Aegon's inheritance. Did you know that?" Danny asked with a strange expression.
"Could it be those two winged dragons?"
Danny looked closely at his expression and eyes, and was sure that he really didn't know what his sister was doing and what she had done.
"Strictly speaking, it's Illyrio's inheritance, including but not limited to five hundred thousand tons of wheat, butter, and smoked meat."
Jon was shocked. "She didn't tell me."
"But she told me. She also told me that she didn't want the two hundred thousand tons of grain Aegon left on Dragonstone Island. She gave it all to me to help the people of the Three River Valley," Danny said with a playful expression.
With Dragonstone Island accepting the gifts, Sansa's inheritance from Illyrio was completely "legalized."
Not only could she use it openly, but she could also gain Danny's aunt's protection to a certain extent.
Danny really admired her niece's magnanimity.
"Two hundred thousand tons …" Jon's expression changed several times.
Even if the inheritance was an unexpected surprise, he still felt some heartache.
"It's different from leaving the grain in Braavos. You definitely won't be able to get the hundred thousand tons back. I'm a woman of my word. I won't take Aegon's things. If you can't bear to part with it, let Sansa tell me. "Danny smiled, her tone very friendly.
Jon glanced at her, suddenly understanding his sister's intentions.
A glint flashed in his gray eyes behind his helmet as he said in a deep voice, "I'm not going to lie to you, but I deliberately left the grain in Braavos there."
Danny's expression froze, and she said in surprise, "You left the grain in Braavos on purpose, waiting for them to steal it? Could it be …
In the contract you signed with Braavos, there's a harsh breach of contract? "
Nodding his head, Jon proudly smiled. "It's not too harsh. It's just 30 times the penalty.
I knew that the Long Night was coming. I also knew that there would be a worldwide shortage of food. I also knew that people could do anything when they were starving.
Therefore, even if I had the ability and enough time to transport all 370,000 tons of food to the Northern Region, I deliberately left a batch in Braavos. "
Danny's expression changed. "I didn't expect Tie Jinkang to be fooled by you this time."
Jon stopped smiling and said bitterly, "Do you know about the loan contract I signed with the Iron Treasury?
Using all the forests, mines, manors in Stark's territory, as well as the Northern Territory's taxes for a thousand years as collateral … The annual interest would be tens of thousands of gold royals.
Normally, it would take at least two thousand years to pay off the debt of the Iron Treasury.
Two thousand years!
In the next two thousand years, Stark would have to scrimp and live a life worse than an ordinary merchant.
If I don't use some means, if I don't pay off the debt while I'm still alive, Stark's descendants will probably curse me to death. "
"Thirty times the liquidated damages, you can earn at least thirty million gold royals, right? Your descendants should learn from Lannister and call you 'Jon the Golden Shit'.
Perhaps, the Stark called 'Jon' can surpass' Brandon '. "Danny said sarcastically.
"No," Jon blushed and waved his hand. "I don't expect to get all the liquidated damages. It's enough to pay off the loan and then get a few million gold royals as compensation to rebuild the homes of the Northern Region people who survived the Long Night. "
"Why?" Danny asked curiously.
"Alas, after the Long Night, the Northern Region will inevitably be broken and withered, while the other side of the narrow sea will not be disturbed by the Deviant Ghosts, and its power will be well preserved.
Braavos, who raised the Faceless Ones from the School of Black and White, has never been a kind person. Will they pay a huge amount of liquidated damages to a weak creditor?
I'll be satisfied if I can get some benefits. "Jon said helplessly.
"Sell the defaulted contract to someone who has the ability to collect debts from Braavos, and you can split it fifty-fifty."
It was like a country in South America that owed a lot of debt, declared bankruptcy, and planned to be a deadbeat. But when the Wall Street villains bought a large number of debt contracts, the trick of making a scene and rolling on the ground would not work. They even dared to seize warships, how dare you not pay back the money?
"Sell it to you?" Jon's eyes lit up.
"I don't want it, I don't care about that small amount of money." Danny shook her head.
"Small amount of money? Even if we split it fifty-fifty, it's still more than ten million! "He exclaimed.
"Do you know how much the Iron Treasury owes me?" Danny said lightly.
Jon's heart moved, and he recalled that the Dragon Queen and the Iron Treasury also had a "fifty million gold royals for grain" contract.
"How many times did you pay the liquidated damages?" He asked with a trembling voice.
"Not as much as you, only twenty times!"
"Twenty times of fifty million, how much is that? Is the Iron Treasury bankrupt? "Jon asked blankly.
"That's not necessarily true. Except for the Iron Treasury themselves, no one knows how much gold is hidden in Braavos.
Moreover, they don't need to take full responsibility for the compensation.
After signing the contract with me, they split the grain purchase contract into several parts and sold them to the major grain merchants around the world. The major grain merchants then split the large contract into medium contracts, and the medium contracts into small contracts … "
Jon's eyes widened, and he looked at the Dragon Queen strangely, "Even if the world didn't die in the long night, it will most likely be destroyed in this debt crisis."
Danny was about to say something, but suddenly, her face was solemn, and the Dragon Flame fireball above her head rose quickly, forcing the darkness further away.
On the snowy plain that was like a white rag that had been used once, the embers of the corpses rose into the air.
As far as the eye could see, there were charred bones and blackened snowdrifts everywhere, as dense as the pockmarks on Sir Richard's face.
But there were no deviant ghosts, no ghouls.
It was also at this moment that Danny suddenly realized that she had been talking in front of the gate for so long, and no enemy had come to disturb them.
This was the battlefield!
"The ghouls have retreated," she said with a serious face.
Jon also noticed the abnormality after the Dragon Flame fireball rose. He frowned and said, "The ghouls are not afraid of death, and the corpse tide is endless. I thought they would never retreat."
Danny entered the Dragon Spirit state, and Dahei circled around the city wall. It was surprised to find that only the battle on her side had stopped, and the siege was still going on.
"They didn't retreat, but —"
Danny was about to guess that the deviant ghost army had changed tactics, and a figure slowly came from the darkness in front of her.
The dead horse was covered in a layer of white frost, like frozen sweat, and its black and dead intestines were falling from its cracked abdomen. On its back, a rider as pale as ice was sitting.
However, it didn't have thin and fragile white hair floating like seaweed. There was a circle of horn-shaped ice crystals on its wrinkled forehead, and it was as thick as a thumb, like a long sword, circling the top of its head.
Danny didn't feel anything about the deviant ghost's "horn", but Jon was surprised.
The circle of ice crystal horns was very similar to the "Iron Sword Crown" of the King of the North, Stark. The crown was made of bronze, engraved with the runes of the ancestors, and nine black iron spikes in the shape of swords stood upright.
The "Iron Sword Crown" didn't have gold, silver, or any jewelry decorations, only steel and bronze. It was dark and hard, and it was the metal of winter that could resist the cold.
Perhaps, it was a coincidence …
For some reason, seeing the deviant ghost walking slowly with an ice sword on its back, Jon panicked, as if something bad was happening.
The deviant ghost knight's appearance was very different from the greatsword messenger that Danny had killed before the battle, but it was difficult for humans to see the difference just by looking at it.
It was like how people in the Celestial Empire looked at African Americans, they were all the same.
However, as it approached, Danny, Jon, and even the four shield-wielding Unsullied looked solemn, and they felt a great pressure.
Because the cold wind was cheering for it, the sound was almost ear-piercing, and Jon's cape flew horizontally, as if it was pulling him towards the South.
Snowflakes surrounded it like little fairies, and the frost seemed to have a life of its own, extending in front of the horse's hooves.
The remaining sparks on the charred corpses on the ground quickly extinguished, and there was no smoke.
"Huff, huff, huff …" When the deviant ghost was 30 meters from the shield wall, the dragon fireball above Danny's head was like an oil lamp that had run out of kerosene in the wind. The flame shook violently, and then it dimmed bit by bit.
"Aiya, why did the torches go out!"
"The wind is too strong, and the firewood in the braziers can't burn?"
On the wall behind Danny, the torches and braziers went out from east to west, one after another, just like at midnight, when the dormitory master pulled the switch, and the brightly lit dormitory lost power from the bottom to the top.
The darkness was like the drape on the morgue in a funeral parlor, slowly pulling up and covering the entire Winterfell.
At this moment, except for the slightly dimmed "shriveled" dragon fireball above Dragon Queen's head, all the fire in Winterfell disappeared.
The candles couldn't be lit, the torches couldn't be lit, and the firewood couldn't be burned.
To put it more directly, within a radius of a few kilometers, there was no longer any fire element in the world, and no fire element was allowed to exist.
There was a terrified clamor on the wall of Winterfell. The torches were extinguished, but the Ghouls were still attacking the city.
The panic lasted until Blackie roared, "Wildfire Bomb! Burn the wooden ladder! "
"Bam, bam, bam …"
The once arrogant Wildfire Bomb seemed to have become a shy young lady waiting to be married, bashful and shy, wishing she could hide under the red veil.
The deviant ghost stopped 20 meters in front of the Tile Steel Shield, and its icy blue eyes rested on the embarrassed face for a moment. It said calmly, "I am the king of the White Ghouls, and you have proven your qualifications. I am here."
There was no ear-piercing sound like an ice lake, and it was just speaking in the common language. Other than its tone being too cold, it was no different from an ordinary person.
Oh, that's not right. At this moment, the cold wind was howling, as if thousands of malicious ghosts were wailing in their ears, but its voice was not affected by the wind at all, and could be heard clearly.
Danny could do it too, because she was the Wind God.
What about it?
"The Deviant Ghost King is really here, it is the Deviant Ghost King," Jon said with a trembling voice.
"It's too early!" Danny frowned.
Looking at the lonely horse, the pretty face behind the mask was conflicted. Should she shout "Let me verify your qualifications", and then the three Megalosaurus would pounce on it together?
Or should she shout "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you", and then invite the other party to enter the city for a discussion, and then close the city gate and have five thousand axemen wait on it?
Or should she call the Tile Steel Guards at the city gate to welcome the Deviant Ghost King, and then surround it while it was unprepared, and crush it with 40 Tile Steel Shields?
Or should she say to it, "Wait for a while, I will enter the city to call for the challenger," and then sneak out from the back door, and go behind it …
Previously, everyone thought that the Deviant Ghost King would be surrounded by hundreds of deviant ghost minions, and an army of hundreds of thousands of Ghouls.
Now that she saw it riding alone, Danny couldn't help but be tempted, and all kinds of tricks popped up in her mind.
"I will challenge you!" Just as she was thinking about which trick would be more foolproof, Erlu's loud voice came from behind.
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