Danny smiled faintly and said, "Your worries are not without reason, but I think that people should understand their own position."
"What do you mean?" The dwarf was puzzled.
Danny did not explain it to him directly, but instead changed the topic. "Regarding today's trial, all of you have subconsciously overlooked a huge problem."
"What have we overlooked?" Tyrion asked.
"Did you notice that in today's Great Trial, the victims were only nobles, and not a single commoner?" Danny sighed.
"This …" The dwarf and Bran were both stunned.
"Bran, tell me, with the standard of death for sending troops to rob commoners, how many nobles here today can survive?"
Bran was silent. According to that standard, within the Seven Kingdoms, as long as a noble had led troops, they would all die.
Among the nobles who participated in the Great Trial, which one of them was not a lord with a large army?
And in recent years, the Westeros had been in constant turmoil …
Other than Jon, everyone should be killed?
Danny's lips curled into a mocking smile. "If we use the standard of killing innocent commoners, strong peasant women, and abusing castle servants, in the entire world, how many nobles can get away with no charges?"
"Nobles have special privileges, otherwise, who would spend so much effort to fight for the title of nobility?" Tyrion mumbled.
"Is it easier to become a god than a noble? Or rather, do you think the difference between a god and a noble is bigger, or the difference between a noble and a commoner is bigger? "Danny asked again.
The dwarf was silent as well.
"People will always be divided into classes based on money, nobility, and power, it is unavoidable. Even someone as strong as me can only try my best to be fair and just, but not truly fair and just.
Or rather, the world is unfair to begin with, and absolute fairness is the greatest unfairness. "Danny said helplessly.
Tyrion also understood what she meant when she said that a person should understand their position. Dragon Queen did not want to be a noble, she wanted to be an existence above the nobles.
Gods were omniscient and omnipotent, just like how nobles bullied commoners.
"You want to be a god?" he asked.
"It's not about what I'm going to do, but when I kill one god after another, when I reveal the power of a god again and again, what will they think of me?"
Tyrion smiled bitterly. "Looks like I was worried for nothing. You don't have to do anything special. As long as you keep it up, they will treat you like a god.
No one would be jealous of what a god has. "
Then, he shook his head and said, "No, not necessarily. There must be people who covet the way to become a god. They won't be afraid of you, but they will be jealous of you. Because you were just like them, a mortal. "
"Then train hard. Recently, 45 castles have built magic schools in the river bend.
Anyone who is jealous of me can join the magic training class themselves. The passage to a higher level is open. Can you imagine the future world? "Danny smiled meaningfully.
Tyrion was stunned for a moment before he muttered, "In the future, contrary to the real world, there will be a flourishing civilization of gods and magic"
The big crow poured cold water on him and said, "If you want to develop the institutionalized magic civilization that the queen envisioned, you won't just have to stop the world's decline, you will also have to make the world rise by a few levels."
Danny rolled her eyes and waved her hand to drive him away. "It's already late. Tyrion, you should go back."
"What about him?" Tyrion stood up and pointed at the big crow.
"We are exchanging supernatural knowledge." Dany could not help but get excited when she said that.
Since he had become her follower, she could read the Three-Eyed Crow's one million years of experience.
"Why don't I also stay?" Tyrion had an expectant look on his face. "I will also work hard. I want to become a half-god."
"You? You don't have the qualifications. You should focus on improving your magic power. "
.....
The next morning, in the Fairy City's Great Sage Hall.
The tall, white, mottled wooden door was tightly shut. Four white knights, Barristan, Bevois, Geralt, Dane, and Garth, stood in front of the door.
Hundreds of nobles and madams were gathered in the corridor outside the door. Some of them craned their necks to take a look, while others whispered to each other. There were also many people who didn't speak, but communicated with each other with strange gazes.
In front of the Great Sage Hall, there was a platform for the archbishop to preach to ordinary people. The area was also filled with bored commoners.
They weren't as reserved and cautious as nobles, and they were gesticulating at the Great Sage Hall's gate while discussing loudly.
"Can't the Dragon Queen communicate directly with the Holy Mother? Why does she still need to abstain from food and pray this time?" Jaime asked in confusion.
In a private room on the second floor of a restaurant beside the Great Sage Hall, Tyrion, Jon, and Jaime were eating seafood hotpot by the window.
Westeros didn't have hotpot, but after the Dragon Queen stayed in the Fairy City for a while, hotpot became popular in the city.
The people even gave the hotpot with charcoal a name called "Danny's Small Stove".
Tyrion scooped a bowl of milky white soup with a spoon and said casually, "The Three-Eyed Crow is extraordinary, so we have to treat it seriously."
After drinking a mouthful of soup, he looked at Roland, who had a hesitant expression, and asked curiously, "You didn't invite us here just to treat us to a meal, right? If you have something to say, just say it. "
"It's like this," Jon looked at Jaime sincerely and said, "I apologize to you for what happened to Toman."
"The trial is over," Jaime said, shaking his head.
"The trial is over, but I still have to apologize to you personally for Toman's death." Jon's expression became complicated. "I don't know how it feels to lose a son, but when the news of my father's death reached Dark Castle, I felt as if the sky had collapsed, and everything in front of me turned black and red.
At that time, I only had one thought in my mind, and that was that no one could stop me from taking revenge for him. "
"I was almost beheaded by Commander Mormont because I rode a horse and became a deserter that night," he said with a bitter smile.
Jaime put down his fork and sighed. "Jon, you are very sincere, and I should be sincere in return.
I feel pity and relief for Joffrey and Toman's death, but I don't feel sad, at least not as sad as when you lost your father. "
"Uh …" Jon was stunned. "They are your sons, aren't they?"
"Yes, but their identity …" Jaime's cheek muscles were tense, and he said with difficulty, "It's not because they are illegitimate children, but … you know, the way people look at them.
I feel sorry for them, but I can't change their situation.
Maybe they can start a new life in the Stranger's World of Death, where no one will criticize them, and they can be happier, at least better than suffering in the human world.
When I think about it this way, I don't feel so sad. "
"Toman may be in heaven, but Joffrey will definitely go to hell," Tyrion said with a smile.
Jaime glared at him. "You have a good chance of reuniting with Joffrey, so take good care of him for me."
"Hehe …" Tyrion looked at the Cathedral, and a smile of superiority appeared on his face.
After a moment's hesitation, Jon asked awkwardly, "Jaime, do you have any plans to get married?"
The dwarf and Jaime were both shocked.
"You want to marry Lannister? Who will marry Jaime? "Tyrion frowned.
"Sansa," Jon mumbled.
"The Seven Gods!" Jaime shouted. "I know what you are thinking. You want to mend the relationship between the two families through marriage, but Sansa …"
He looked at his brother. The dwarf's face was twisted, and it seemed to be turning green.
Jon also noticed Jaime's gaze and the dwarf's expression. He frowned and said, "Tyrion and Sansa's marriage has been annulled, and he is now Princess Alaine's fiancé."
Jaime shook his head. "Forget it. The relationship between these people is already messy enough, and I really don't want to get involved.
Besides, I don't love Sansa at all. I won't marry someone I don't love. "
Jon was a little embarrassed. Who were the ones with messy relationships?
However, seeing Jaime's straightforward rejection, he did not insist. He only reiterated, "Stark will do his best to support the reconstruction of Casterly Rock. If one day the people of Casterly Rock go hungry, then the people of Winterfell will also go hungry."
"Thank you!" Jaime's gaze softened. He sighed and said, "If our parents could sit down and talk peacefully, perhaps there wouldn't be so many tragedies."
"I can't imagine Pops and Eide sitting together and chatting." The dwarf chuckled.
Jaime and Jon looked at each other awkwardly and laughed as well.
.....
In the afternoon, Saint Danny finished her prayers. The doors of the Holy Church opened. The nobles and commoners tidied themselves up and walked in. They lined up behind the Dragon Queen according to their status.
"How did it go?" Before entering the Holy Church, Sansa pulled Jon nervously.
"Jaime rejected a marriage without love, but he also expressed his acceptance of our goodwill. We have achieved a small part of our goal." Jon said casually.
Sansa heard this and heaved a sigh of relief. "That's good, that's good."
From the bottom of her heart, she did not want to marry Jaime, but logic told her that a marriage with Jaime would be the fastest and most direct way to mend the relationship between the North and the West.
Unlike Cersei who struggled with all her might, Sansa was willing to do something against her conscience for her family.
"Are you going in?" she asked.
"I want to see Arya." Jon said.
"Arya definitely won't appear in front of everyone today, but Bran is here."
"Then I won't go in."
When Sansa entered the Holy Church and found her seat, the Dragon Queen's prayer ceremony had already begun.
It was not complicated. She just knelt in front of the Holy Mother statue and recited the scriptures of the Holy Mother.
The only attraction was the main character of the day, Bran.
He came personally.
After making the decision yesterday evening, Little Green, who was "suppressing bandits" in Hejian County, went to Winterfell and brought Bran to Fairy City overnight.
"Ah, he's so small and thin. He hasn't even reached adulthood, right?"
"He's about 13 years old, not more than 14 years old. He's really thin and doesn't fit the fierce and terrifying image of the Three-Eyed Crow."
"Holy Mother above, are you looking for death? How dare you speak such nonsense here?!"
"What are you afraid of? This is the Holy Church. Doesn't the Three-Eyed Crow have to kneel before the Holy Mother here? "
"That's also true …"
When everyone saw the thin and fair-skinned Bran, who was wearing gray leather armor and looked like a little girl, they were not in the mood to recite the scriptures. Only the people at the back of the prayer line dared to speak softly.
The great nobles at the front did not dare to be disrespectful. Saint Danny and the Three-Eyed Crow were beside them.
Suddenly, the Dragon Queen, who had finished reciting the scriptures, shouted in a loud and powerful voice, "Holy Mother, Holy Father, please decide whether to accept this heretic into the White Knights' team!"
In an instant, the hall fell silent. * Buzz! *
A ray of white light appeared out of nowhere, and the world was dyed in holy white.
"Ahhh, Holy Mother, the Holy Mother has descended to the mortal world!" In the Holy Church, an old monk shed tears of excitement.
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