Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 296

"Ser, how many golden dragons do we have?" Dany looked at the old knight.

"More than 30."

"Leave it all to Chief Marsh. Winter is coming, and the days are getting more and more difficult. Starting today, all brothers of the night watchman can receive a silver deer every month until the next summer. The money is used up, and I will send a few more next time." Come here with the sack."

A golden dragon can be exchanged for 210 silver stags, and more than 30 golden dragons can almost meet the salary of all night watchmen on the Great Wall for a year.

"a few sacks"

"Your Majesty, are you not talking nonsense?" Toad-faced Todd couldn't help shouting.

"A silver coin? My God, I haven't seen a silver deer yet!" A small night watchman said excitedly.

"One silver deer a month, twelve seven gods a year, the Tennessee knights at the entrance of the village only have more than 12 acres of land, and they don't even have such a high income!" An old night watchman with missing front teeth counted with his fingers.

"Isn't it a bit much?" Maester Aemon frowned.

"What's the matter, if it wasn't for the lack of supplies here, I wouldn't be able to spend too much money, so I'd just give each of them a golden dragon." Dani said proudly.

"Gudong" Old Yimeng swallowed hard, and almost passed out.

There was a gasp in the hall of "A Golden Dragon".

Dany smiled faintly, and said loudly to everyone: "Don't doubt, you can send ravens to the Seven Kingdoms, and tell all Westeros, as long as you wear black clothes, through the winter, when spring comes, I will send a message to everyone Each night watchman distributes 50 golden dragons, equivalent to four years of long winter, one golden dragon every month!"

"Then how much should it be?!" Aemon said in a daze.

"Your Majesty, are you kidding me?" Red Pomegranate's general manager couldn't believe it.

"Targaryen, speak like a mountain!"

"Plop, plop" successively, seven or eight men in black flushed, their brains were congested, and they fainted from excitement.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid that if the news spreads, countless civilians who can't survive will come to the Great Wall to join the Night Watchmen. Thousands of them, if they can't keep their promises," the old scholar reminded worriedly.

"Hahaha, don't say 10 people, even if 500 people come, it's only [-] million golden dragons." Dani looked up and laughed.

"Five million, golden dragon, that's all?" Alliser and Slynt stammered, looking at each other.

"Perestan," Dany called to the red-nosed old man who was standing aside with a disdainful look on his face, "you come and tell everyone whether I can keep my promise."

The old man glanced at everyone in the hall with the eyes of country buns, raised his chin slightly, and said calmly: "If Her Majesty the Queen has not been defeated by the Allied forces after winter, she can afford to support even a million night watchmen, let alone 10 people.

If the allied forces were defeated by her, it would be no problem for the adult men of the seven countries to come to the Great Wall to guard the border. She has become the world's overlord, the world's number one empress, with enough gold to build another golden Great Wall! "

"Plop, plop, plop" the night watchman in the hall felt his calf go weak, and even Jon Snow was on the verge of falling, trembling under someone's "proudness".

Dany’s not entirely for pretending to be coercive—well, pretending is for sure—I don’t know if I don’t come to the Great Wall, the number of night watchmen is too small, too few, if there are 19 night watchmen now, all [-] castles are full of people , first of all the wildlings are no longer a threat.

Well, with her here, Dany is not worried about the wildlings taking the Great Wall, but hundreds of night watchmen can't take 10,000+ wildling captives!

Secondly, as long as she doesn't ride a dragon and wander around outside the Great Wall, and there are enough night watchmen, it will be really difficult for the Night King to cross the Great Wall.

Compared with the fate of the whole world - even if she has no feelings for the people of Westeros, a few million gold dragons are too much money.

At least [-] times stronger than Robert's drinking and drinking.

"Congratulations to Her Majesty, Long live Her Majesty, Long live the real dragon, Long live the dragon!"

This time, the hall was almost full of people. Hundreds of night watchmen raised their horn cups and toasted Queen Dany.

Well, everyone knows the "winter benefits" that Her Majesty the Queen has offered them.

50 golden dragons!

Can you not sincerely bless her?

After three rounds of wine and delicious food, Dany, who was sitting in the chief seat, cleared her throat, and said to the senior night watchmen on both sides: "Commander Mormont has passed away for more than half a year, and a new commander-in-chief has not been elected yet. What do you think? Tomorrow, we will be negotiating with the savages, so let’s not talk about whether we can negotiate, but you have to send a representative there, right?”

"Your Majesty, you must not let wildlings cross the Wall!" said Sir Alliser hastily.

"The wildlings put down their weapons and surrendered unconditionally, which is beneficial to both sides. That's right. But there are only six or seven hundred night watchmen on the entire Great Wall, and it's completely impossible to control so many people outside the city." Sir Dennis Mallister, the mature and prudent leader of the Shadow Tower also expressed opposition.

Sir Gray-haired has been the commander of the Shadow Tower for 33 years. He is the uncle of the Earl of Sea Front City. He has senior qualifications and high prestige. Dany has to take his opinion seriously.

"For the 10,000+ savages outside the city, there are only three ways out: 1. Fight hard under desperate circumstances, break through the Great Wall, and corrupt the northern border; 2. With my two dragons, you more than 600 night watchmen, keep the savages outside the Great Wall out of the city." , When winter comes, ninety-nine percent of the savages will freeze and starve to death; 3. Through negotiations, determine a plan acceptable to both parties and minimize casualties."

"Sir Mallister, do you have a fourth plan?"

"No, but" the grey-haired old sergeant gritted his teeth with a resolute expression on his face, "people always die in winter, and countless civilians in the Seven Kingdoms will also freeze to death and starve to death. The northern border has experienced turmoil, and it is still in turmoil today." , the situation is not much better than that of the savages outside the Great Wall, but the food supply is limited, even if we capture all the savages, there is no food for them.”

"How to deal with the ghosts?" Jon, who was seated next to the ordinary seat, couldn't help asking.

The old Sir "White Ghost" had a hard and cold expression, and shook his head helplessly: "I don't know. I understand what you want to say, a wild man fell down, and a ghoul stood up, but I really don't know how to solve the current predicament .”

"There are different ghosts?" Perestan, who was opposite Jon, frowned.

He originally believed that the White Walkers were all gimmicks used by the Night Watchmen to deceive sponsors, but after coming to the Great Wall, almost all the Night Watchmen took it for granted that the White Walkers were real, which shook his belief.

"Your Majesty, you walked around the Great Wall this morning, but did you find any ghosts?" the old man asked.

"No, I didn't even see the living dead. They seem to be avoiding the sun. You can ask them when you negotiate with the wildling king tomorrow." Dany shook her head.

"Alas, Slaver's Bay is too far away, otherwise food would not be a problem at all." Barristan sighed.

"Well, sir, your words reminded me." Dany's mind flashed, and she couldn't help smiling, "Do you think it's okay to choose a wild man with a family to garrison the Great Wall, and his family will follow me across the sea? Go to the other side of the Narrow Sea.

With their family members as hostages, no matter how unruly the savages were, they would have to listen to the night watchmen, and their families could go to the Great Plains of the Lorne River to open up wasteland and grow food. "

"This" such a wild and unconstrained plan made the night watchman who listened to their conversation in the hall at a loss.

"Your Majesty, I don't quite understand how the savages can go to the continent of Essos? How many boats do you need for 10,000+ people! Besides, why is the Free Trade City willing to accept them?" Aemon asked strangely after recovering.

"Old man, as far as the real dragon can see, it is all king's land!" The corner of Dani's mouth curled up into a sneering smile, "So what if they want to? I don't want to mention the savages, only those hundreds of giants, with my dragon, the world Who can stand in my way?"

"Using wildlings to conquer the Free City?" Jon frowned into a "囧", and said a little unhappy: "Attack other countries for no reason, okay? And how many people will die?"

"Boy, you made a mistake. The trading city-state has already declared war on Her Majesty the Queen," the red-nosed old man shook his head, looked at Dani with a complicated expression, and said, "Your Majesty's magnanimity, vision and wisdom are admirable. A plan to solve the three major problems of wildlings, aliens, and allies at the same time!

There is no doubt that this plan is a win-win for His Majesty, for the wildlings, and for Westeros.Maybe before winter, His Majesty will be crowned the world's number one empress. "

The hall fell silent, and several high-level night watchmen frowned in thought. Even the night watchmen who were drinking and telling dirty jokes became light-footed and kept silent under the strange atmosphere.

"The impact of this matter is too great. I am unable to bear its responsibilities and consequences. Only the commander-in-chief can give you the final answer." Red Pomegranate Bowen Marsh said with a bitter face.

"Then choose the commander-in-chief!" Dany looked around and asked curiously, "Who are the candidates?"

"All brothers of the Night Watch are eligible to become commander-in-chief, and all have the right to vote."

As soon as old Aemon finished speaking, Slynt, a stocky man with a double chin, stood up and said loudly, "I used to be the commander of the capital garrison, commanding three thousand gold robes, and the Earl of Harrenhal—"

"Count, your fiefdom has changed!" The red-nosed old doctor reminded: "At this time, Harrenhal belongs to Duke Petyr Baelish!"

Slynt's jaw trembled a few times, and he forced a smile: "It's okay to replace it, everyone knows that Harrenhal is cursed.

"Black Heart" Hall was burned to death in the city by Balerion on the day when Harrenhal was built, then the Kohoris family was wiped out by "Red Heart" Harren, and the third city lord Harroway was killed by "Cruel" Maegor The Tu family, the fourth city lord Tal has no descendants, extinct genocide

Alas, when you think about it, it's really scary. In just 300 years, Harren Castle has had nine masters, and this one is the tenth.

But I haven't even gone to the castle yet, so I'm unlucky compared to the previous city lord whose nine families died. I can at least wear black and serve the people of the Seven Kingdoms.

Now that Littlefinger has become the No.11 city lord, I don’t know how long he can last.”

Dani was also dead, and she didn't know. When this guy reminded her, she found that Harrenhal seemed to be really cursed. She didn't know the ending of Slynt, but Littlefinger was definitely going to die.

Who will become the No.12 Lord of Harrenhal?

Or, let Tyrion or Jon try it in the future?

if they survive the long night

Slynt puffed up his chest and announced loudly: "Brothers, I have the qualifications and the ability to be the commander-in-chief. Please believe me and please vote for me."

"You can't," Dany shook her head. "Neither you nor Ser Alliser can be Lord Commander!"

(End of this chapter)