Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 1126
In the world of demon hunters, supernatural powers are so common that every kingdom has a royal warlock who specializes in serving the king.

Royal warlocks can be regarded as bachelors who understand magic.

Sintra also has a royal warlock, a fat old man with long brown hair, Druid Mossak.

Druids in this world cannot transform into animals. They are priests of nature. They understand nature through dialogue with flowers, plants and trees, and can control powerful natural forces to maintain the balance of ecology.

Natural forces include but are not limited to controlling the weather, stopping storms, calling hail, and sending lightning.

In some ways, they resemble the Children of the Forest from the world of A Song of Ice and Fire.

Mossack is powerful.

If he didn't want to kill, he could stop hundreds of armored soldiers with only the lightning barrier.

Today is Princess Paveta's selection banquet, and Mossak received an important task from Queen Calanthe: don't let anyone spoil tonight's banquet.

"Are you sure you want to do that in front of the alien messenger?" The old druid hesitated.

"I am the queen of Sintra. In my country and my palace, do I still need to see other people's faces?" the queen said lightly.

Mossak frowned and said: "You have the right to do anything in the palace, but if things really develop in the worst direction, I'm afraid the marriage between Prince Brandon and Pavetta will be destroyed."

"The Interplanetary Confluence is over, Cintra needs an heir, and I don't want to be separated from Pavetta.

Also, I'm not sure what Daenerys will do with Pavetta going to the world of the Seven. " Calanthe said in a deep voice.

"Can I let the minister know about the agreement back then?" the old Druid asked cautiously.

Queen Calanthe hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice: "I didn't lie to Melisandre, the ancestors did not pass down accurate information, they only said that there would be powerful gods in the future.

But my family was not ignorant of its own abilities, especially my mother, who was a powerful prophet in her own right.

She told me that our family can awaken a powerful bloodline that even the gods covet. I guess, the Dragon Queen also wants this kind of talent. "

The druid rang the rumors of the previous queen and asked, "Is it the ability to control fire and medical treatment?"

"Maybe, maybe not." Calanthe was uncertain.

"Uh, do you have other talents?"

Calanthe nodded, "There is also a power that is not inferior to flames, but that power is far less easy to control than the power of light and fire.

So, my mother was called the 'Sun Prophet' by the warlocks, not any other title. "

"The other party is a god, how can you refuse? Moreover, if you violate the agreement of the ancestors, it will not make sense." The old man worried.

"I'm not completely refusing, but I hope that the Dragon Queen can wait for a few more years." Calanthe said helplessly, "Now there are only me and Pavela mother and daughter left in the royal family. At my age, it is difficult to have children. If Pavela leaves, the royal family will lose its inheritance."

The old man suddenly said, "Do you want Princess Pavela's child to fulfill the promise of the year?"

Calanthe nodded silently.

"I hope Prince Brandon can change Princess Pavela's mind." The old man sighed.

"She can choose not to choose Brandon Targaryen, but she must change her mind no matter what!" Calanthe said murderously.

"What an outstanding group of young people this is!"

At three o'clock in the afternoon, when Tyrion led the Imperial students who put on brand-new gowns to appear at the gate of the palace, the residents and nobles of Cintra were stunned by their appearance and temperament.

"Perhaps, they are all noble children." Prince East murmured.

"Don't doubt, at least half of them are princes or princesses." The strong man with long milky white hair lazily said.

"The butcher of Bravikan, have you been to other worlds, and passed the test of integrity and honor, do you know their identities?" The prince looked provocative, and just asked, then cursed in a low voice: "Damn, aliens Do people in the world have unique tastes? What do you have to do with integrity and honor?"

Geralt shrugged, "The values ​​and customs of other worlds are indeed different from ours."

Contrary to everyone's expectations, when the group of princes and princesses saluted Queen Calanthe, they only announced their names, not their titles and identities. Oh, unified identities, students of the Imperial University.

"Is Imperial University a Warlock Academy?" Prince Easter asked curiously.

The black and white two-color marble floor with complex four-pointed star pattern was paved in the palace. At this time, it was polished and polished. There was a large area in the center of the hall, and rows of long tables and chairs were placed near the white stone pillars on both sides.

The tables are filled with grilled lamb chops, ham, bread, beef cubes, apples, grapes and other foods. Dozens of chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and each chandelier has thirty candles.

The aristocratic guests sit on both sides. The queen and prince sit on the upper stone steps in the center of the hall, which is also a long table, with Calanthe's throne in the middle. The queen's rumored lover, Prince Easter and Geralt, sit on the queen's right hand. The first seat to the left of the Queen is vacant, and the second, fourth and third seats are occupied by Princess Paveta and Master Mossak.

At this time, Tyrion, who was still bare-footed and dressed in sackcloth, led 21 emperor students in the center of the hall, bowing to Queen Calanthe.

Hearing Prince Easter's question, Tyrion said with a smile: "In our country, the university does not only teach magic. Warriors, blacksmiths, merchants, scribes, architects, and even farmers can learn knowledge about their professions at the university. .”

"This..." the prince was stunned.

"Won't the warlock feel insulted? Study with the peasants." The court mage asked.

"Unless warlocks don't eat," said Tyrion.

"Master Tyrion, please sit here." Queen Calanthe invited, pointing to the seat beside her.

Brandon was about to speak when Tyrion gave him a calm look at the right moment.

"Sansa, keep an eye on him!" He said in a low voice, and he walked up the stone steps with a smile on his face.

"Master Tyrion, why don't you wear shoes? Is it for practice?" The earl at the same table asked curiously.

Before the dwarf spoke, Calanthe smiled and popularized the concept of seven gods ascetics.

"I'd rather die tomorrow than live that kind of life. Without wine and women, life is torture." Prince Easter muttered.

"I had the same thoughts as you back then. After reading all the prosperity in the world, I knew that wine and sex were all smoke." The dwarf sighed with emotion.

"Master, are you exaggerating?" East felt that the little old man was pretending.

"Hehehe, Prince, you are still too young." Tyrion smiled broadly.

East knew that Tyrion was the illegitimate brother of the Dragon Queen, who had lived for more than 100 years, so he turned his gaze to the demon hunter next to him, "Geralt of Rivia, you have lived for more than 100 years, tell me, Do you hate women and wine now?"

"Even if one day I throw away the great sword in my hand, I will not let go of the wine bottle." After finishing speaking, the witcher gulped down a large glass.

After drinking, a long sigh of satisfaction came out of his mouth.

Esther smiled at Tyrion.

The dwarf glanced sideways at the witcher and called, "Geralt, Melisandre told you to go find her."

"Melisandre? Where did she go?" Geralt was stunned.

"Niflgaard in the south." The dwarf sighed: "To be honest, I admire you very much. Although I have seen countless women, but female wizards, especially shadow binders, dare not touch them at all."

"I have seen Ms. Melisandre, she is very beautiful and sexy." East said.

"It's also very charming and gentle, but I'm also a little afraid of her. She always likes to draw my blood to do some weird witchcraft experiments when I'm asleep." The witcher sighed.

"Did she draw your magic power and spirit by doing that?" Tyrion said with a wretched expression.

"Everyone, today is my daughter's wedding." Queen Calanthe said.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help but feel a little solid when I met someone who was in the same way." The dwarf immediately straightened his face, as solemn as a holy monk.

After a few glasses of wine, the guests were almost all there. Calanthe gave a look, and the blue-robed palace official who had been standing at the bottom of the stairs stepped out, bowed to the queen and distinguished guests on the steps, and then turned to face the palace gate. In the direction, the roll call said: "Princess Pavetta's relative selection banquet has officially begun, and the first suitor is invited, His Royal Highness Peregrin of Nilfgaard!"

A young man of medium build led two attendants to leave their seats and came to the center of the hall. He saluted and was about to speak when the laughter of the Cintra people came from the banquet on both sides.

They shouted "Come on, Your Highness Peregrin" in a joking tone, while knocking on the table or playing weird music on the bagpipes.

After coming to this world for more than half a year, Tyrion also knew the contradiction between the northern countries and the southern power Nilfgaard.

Calanthe coldly reprimanded the young nobleman who was the happiest, and the hall returned to silence.

The prince of Nilfgaard said: "Queen Calanthe, if I marry Princess Pavetta, Sintra, which is located at the southernmost tip of the northern countries, will form an alliance with Nilfgaard, and no country in the world will dare to violate it." Against our will."

Speaking of this, His Royal Highness showed a self-satisfied, but actually very wretched smile, "I know that a prince has not been born in Sintra for a long time, and my five brothers are all strong men. I have a very powerful of blood.

The seed I have left in Pavetta will surely produce the strongest male offspring. "

"This is the wedding ceremony." The dwarf moaned softly.

When he thought this was the custom in the witcher world, he caught a glimpse of Princess Pavita's face full of shame and anger, looking at his mother for help.

Queen Calanthe looked impatient, but her eyes were burning with anger.

Tyrion determined that this is not a tradition, but a uniqueness in every world.

"Sintra is indeed the pearl of the northern countries, but what are you Nilfgaard? A pile of stinky shit!" The lioness of Sintra was very rude, sneering and mocking in front of the guests.

The prince and his two attendants below were shocked, but the surrounding Sintra people laughed loudly and applauded the queen.

"Tell me, boy, is it true that the savage Nilfgaardians drink urine, eat their own babies, and mate with ewes?"

The dwarf was dumbfounded.

Prince Nilfgaard recovered from the shock, with an expression of unbelievable shame and indignation, while the nobles of Cintra in the palace cheered more and more excitedly, as if his queen had swept away thousands of troops on the battlefield with Nilfgaard.

"Queen Calanthe, are you insulting me? You are insulting Nilfgaard!" the prince blushed and stammered.

"Come on, who doesn't know that your father is just a usurper? The king of Nilfgaard can't last long, how long can your family stay on the throne? One year, one month? Boy, get out early and suffer less Humiliation!" Calanthe finished speaking eccentrically, and glanced sideways at her daughter with a smile in her eyes.

Prince Nilfgaard turned and left with his entourage without saying a word.

He left the palace directly and did not return to the banquet.

The people of Sintra burst into cheers.

Then came the second suitor, the third
Gradually, Tyrion and a group of emperor students also understood the correct way to propose marriage.

"Prince Brandon Targaryen of the World of the Seven Gods!" With the singing of the ceremonial officer, the silver-haired and purple-eyed Bran walked to the center of the hall with the encouragement of the students.

　Sorry, it's late today, I forgot the time playing poker.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)