"But I have the bloodline of 'Storm King' Duron Durant," Erlu said coldly.
'God's Sorrow' Duron and 'City Builder' Brandon were legendary heroes of the same era.
They were not of the same age, with a difference of more than a thousand years. However, Duron and Brandon were both Extraordinaries, while Duron was most likely a demigod who had lived for more than a thousand years.
In his later years, Duron had interacted with Brandon in his youth.
Duron abducted the daughter of the Sea God and Storm God, Yini, a mermaid.
The Gods were furious and destroyed his city and tribe. The entire Storm Kingdom wailed in the storm, but the Gods could not kill Duron.
Duron even dared to declare war against the two Gods.
Brandon helped him, or at least helped him build the Storm's End Fortress to block the waves and storms.
After the First Long Night, Brandon created the Stark Faction in Winterfell, while Duron created the Durant Faction in Storm's End Fortress. Until three hundred years ago, when Aegon the Conqueror landed in the Westeros.
Erlu's ancestor, Oris Byra, killed the last Durant Durant and married his only daughter.
In a sense, Erlu and his daughter, Shireen, were descendants of the Gods. They had Yini's bloodline, and Yini was the daughter of the Storm God and Sea God …
"Many nobles with thousands of years of history still lost their lands and castles. No one cared about what happened to them because they were insignificant.
However, the Dragon Queen is different. She has the power to claim her inheritance. In fact, if she is willing, the Iron Throne is hers, "Davos sighed.
Erlu closed his eyes for a moment and said, "I only want two hundred kilometers of land around the King's Landing. I will leave the rest to her and compensate her with one-sixth of the Three River Basin.
The rest of Hejian will be divided equally between Tully and Sansa. Even if one-sixth of it is divided equally, it is still bigger than the land of the King. What are they not satisfied with? "
"That's true, but …" Davos said hesitantly. "Your Majesty, we don't have the power to make the decision.
Tyrion refused to divide Hejian County equally. What he wanted was a complete duchy.
We haven't even taken down the King's Landing, and we're still far from unifying the Seven Kingdoms.
To put it bluntly, you don't even have the qualifications to make Madam Sansa and Tyrion submit to you.
Now, they are proposing to exchange their loyalty for a dukedom. It may be difficult for you to accept, but for them, is it the best choice?
In the worst case scenario, they would bring the food to Dragonstone Island and continue to watch from the sidelines, waiting for the opportunity to kill the Variant Ghost King.
Are you going to reject Madam Sansa's arrangement of her vassals to fight the Deviants? Or, how will you stop her sister from snatching King Yi Gui's head again? "
Erlu's face was gloomy and he remained silent.
Davos sighed and continued, "To put it bluntly, the Dragon Queen is too powerful now. She has the Megalosaurus, the Holy Mother's blessing, and the magic power to resist the Frost God. So, she's the one who makes the rules of the game, and we're just players.
The rules she made — the one who ends the Long Night is king — are simple and fair, so it's easy for the people of the Seven Kingdoms to accept.
You took down the King's Landing and sat on the Iron Throne to better unify your forces and strive to become the first on the 'Heroes of the Long Night' list.
But Stark has the King of the North, Jon, the Three-Eyed Crow, Bran, and the powerful assassin Arya. Madam Sansa has the ability and opportunity to fulfill the promise of 'the one who ends the Long Night is king'.
We're afraid of her, so if we make her submit, we'll eliminate one of our biggest competitors. The price of a duchy is not too much. "
Erlu's face was gloomy as he paced back and forth by the fireplace.
Davos stood at the side and looked at him.
The king was thinner than before. In the past, only his cheeks were thin, but his body and limbs were strong and powerful, not losing to any knight. But now, Davos could see the dark green, almost black veins protruding from the king's hands. The armor he had worn for decades now seemed to be loose.
What was more terrifying than his thinness was his mental state. His sunken eye sockets were so deep that an egg could be stuffed into them. The dark circles under his eyes were like bacon that had been smoked in a chimney for half a year.
Davos knew that ever since his resurrection, his king could barely sleep. Or rather, he did not need to sleep, and he barely ate.
Davos wanted to know where the energy the king needed for his daily activities came from if he did not sleep or eat.
"Do you know why I refused to give the valley to Sansa? The valley is not my fief. "Stannis suddenly stopped and turned around to ask.
Davos was stunned for a moment before he said, "For the sake of balance, if the valley belongs to Sansa Stark and Hejian still belongs to Tully, then the alliance between Hejian, the North, and the valley will be formed again. The royal authority will be seriously threatened."
This was not the first time they had discussed this issue. The King's Hand spoke smoothly.
"That's right. I haven't forgotten how Targaryen lost the War of the Usurpers." Erlu nodded.
"Your Majesty, with all due respect, you should only consider the king's problems when you are king. You are not king yet. “
Davos looked at the king expectantly after he finished speaking. He hoped that the king would glare and grit his teeth to vent his anger.
He was disappointed once again.
The king's gaze only grew darker and gloomier, making him panic.
So he quickly said the Imp's suggestion before he left. "Your Majesty, Tyrion hopes to protect Lannister's position.
As long as you do not attack the West before the end of the Long Night, and after taking the King's Landing and capturing Cersei, hand her over to him unharmed, he can persuade Sansa to make concessions. "
"What kind of concessions?" Erlu asked.
"He can persuade Sansa to give up the valley and the river, but you will have to pay five million gold royals for the hundred thousand tons of food."
"Five million …" Erlu thought for a moment and said, "This price is not too expensive in the Long Night, so I can agree to it.
But can he make the decision for Sansa?
I only need Sansa to submit to me. I don't care about Tyrion himself. "
For a moment, Davos's expression became very strange.
"He said that Sansa is his lover now, and that his handsome face and … the Twelve Cries of Spring are guaranteed to make her listen to him." He blushed and hung his head as he stammered.
"Shameless!" Erlu cursed.
"Shameless indeed, but he is very handsome now. He can make many girls blush and shout when he walks down the street. He should be able to sleep with … cough, I mean, persuade Lady Sansa," Davos said.
"I remember there are only seven Cries of Spring," Erlu said doubtfully.
"Your Majesty, you —" Davos suddenly raised his head and looked at his king, his face full of shock.
Erlu looked calm and said, "When I was Robert's minister, I once cleaned up the brothels in King's Landing."
Davos remembered. There was indeed such a thing.
"The Cries of Spring were invented by the nobles of Valleglia. There were originally more than seven, but only seven were passed down in Yuan Kai. The imp saw the secret manual in the Dragon Queen's private library," the King's Hand said awkwardly.
"I didn't expect her to be that kind of person," Erlu muttered.
Davos was pleasantly surprised to see that His Majesty had a shocked expression again. This …
He hesitated. Should he remind the king?
The Dragon Queen was "Saint Danny", and the imp could not be Saint Danny.
In the end, in order to shock the king a little longer, he said "sorry" to the Dragon Queen in his heart.
Well, it didn't matter if he said it. The king knew that the Holy Mother was fake, so Saint Danny was fake too.
After a while, Erlu returned to his calm expression and said, "I can't take out five million gold royals now. Why don't you make a trip to Braavos?"
"Your Majesty, Tyrion doesn't want the gold royals immediately. He wants you to use Storm's End Castle as collateral. And he wants to wait until the Long Night is over before a direct descendant of Theon Beira can come forward and redeem Storm's End Castle with five hundred gold royals, "Davos said hesitantly.
He thought of Princess Shireen. If she died, his king would have no heir. If something happened during the Long Night, then Storm's End Castle …
Erlu was stunned, and said in realization, "I see. His real target is Theon Beira's family's Storm's End Castle. He thinks that I won't live through the Long Night."
"If I die, I, Shireen …" His pupils dilated, as if he was going into shock. However, his face was extremely distorted, and he could not say a single word even though he made some noise in his throat.
"Plop ~ ~ ~" His body seemed to have lost all strength. He trembled as he knelt on the ground, and vomited large mouthfuls of white and red things.
A rancid and rotten smell filled the room.
"Your Majesty!" Davos hurriedly squatted down, trying to help the king up.
"Shireen, Shireen, what have I done!!!" Erlu let out an extremely painful wail with his soul.
"Your Majesty …" Davos' arm, which was on the king's shoulder, froze.
A terrifying memory that was buried deep in his heart was awakened.
Tears blurred his eyes and flowed down the gully on his cheeks.
"Your Majesty!" He hugged the pitiful person who was trembling in his arms, and his heart was filled with extreme sorrow.
The scene of them hugging each other did not last long.
Erlu's heart was like a bathtub with a plug pulled out. Under normal circumstances, no matter how much emotion he poured into it, it would immediately flow out along the pipe. However, the emotion that 'Shireen's' memory triggered was not water flowing into a faucet. It was like pouring a lake of bitter water into a bathtub. It did not flow out immediately, but it would eventually flow out.
Erlu slowly stood up, wiped away the filth at the corner of his mouth, and said coldly, "Promise him."
"What?" Davos was a normal person with no holes in his heart. He was still immersed in the sadness of Princess Shireen and King Stannis' tragic fate, and was momentarily stunned.
"Does the imp think that Theon Bella has no one else? Hmph, at least I am one hundred percent certain that Mia Stone of the Vale was Robert's first child in the truest sense of the word.
I also know that Robert once wanted to learn from Aegon, the Mediocre King, and bring the maid's daughter to the Red Keep to acknowledge her identity as Theon Bella.
Cersei stopped him, and he was so angry that he beat her up in a drunken stupor.
Now, I will fulfill Robert's wish. "
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