Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 778 Good Mother Sansa

"Holy Mother of Mercy, I saw him being led to heaven by the Holy Sparrow." Illyrio smiled gratifiedly.

"Then do you know why Aegon can go to heaven?"

"Aegon is a good boy. He was taught by Ms. Ashara and Sir Connington since he was a child. He has a pious belief and abides by the way of knights, so he can be protected by the Virgin."

Talking and laughing, the old face with a layer of folds under the thick bags under the eyes was covered with sadness again.

"Aegon may be pious, but he was not good enough to go to heaven." Sansa repeated the matter of the Dragon Queen's transfer of sainthood.

"Are you joking? Can the quota for going to heaven be transferred?" Illyrio didn't quite believe it.

"Daenerys is the same as the Holy Sparrow, the Son of the Seven Gods. Have you seen the Holy Sparrow who descended to earth? He is amazing now. He has become a heavenly envoy and manages a paradise island for the Virgin."

Thinking of the big sparrow that he saw that day, the fat businessman believed him a little bit, and his gaze towards his daughter-in-law gradually became more strange, "So, what do you want to do? You didn't even want to see me before, Not only did you meet today, but you also told me so much.”

"I met Daenerys in Winterfell, she will not let you go, but she doesn't blame Aegon, nor does she hate me and the child in my belly." Sansa said lightly.

"It's very good, very good," the fat man's eyes lit up again, and he said happily, "It's no wonder that she was chosen by the Holy Mother as the Holy Child. Daenerys is completely different from her father."

"Not only that, she also admitted that Aegon was a Targaryen, and she still recognized Aegon's 'Two Families' back then. My child will be the sole heir of the 'Black Sword Targaryen', and the Black Sword Targaryen Lyon's ancestor was Aegon IV Targaryen"

Every time Sansa said something, Illyrio's eyes widened.

"You, are you telling the truth?" He looked in disbelief.

"Otherwise, why should I come to you?" Sansa's expression was indifferent.

Illyrio slowly regained his composure, and asked with some insight: "What do you want from me?"

"everything."

"Everything?" Illyrio frowned. "I have only one son, Aegon. If you bear a child for him, I can give you everything, but what are you going to do?"

Sansa stroked her belly with strong pulse, her eyes were firm like iron, "I don't know what to do next, and how far I can go, but I will desperately fight for the best things for my children."

"Okay, very good!" Illyrio seemed to have been poked at the G-spot, his eyes lit up, and he was so excited that he couldn't help it. "You are not a good wife, but you must be a good mother."

"Why am I not a good wife?" Sansa frowned.

"You are a good wife and you shouldn't let Aegon be burned. In this respect, you are worse than Daenerys." Illyrio made no secret of his resentment towards his wife.

"I didn't know that Stannis would--" After arguing, Sansa immediately put away her bitter expression and said indifferently: "You don't need to worry about my affairs with Aegon. He came down from heaven and didn't say a word I've been to you."

"Going down from heaven?" Illyrio was a little confused.

"Aegon didn't see me before he died, and there was always a knot in his heart. Fortunately, the Holy Mother was merciful and allowed him to leave heaven and come down to earth once. I had a long chat with him in my dream last night."

"Can it still be like this?" The fat man was skeptical, but he thought that even a big sparrow could appear holy in the world, and it was not impossible for Aegon Tomeng.

"He won't forgive me? I, like you, want the best for the child." He said dejectedly.

"I'm different from you. My child will live in honor, flowers and applause, and be innocent for the rest of his life." Sansa said coldly.

"I sincerely hope that what you said will come true." Illyrio looked at his wife's belly and said in a deep voice, "What do I need to do?"

"Tell me about your family property in Pentos first."

"Palaces, shops, ships, manors, there are too many, I can't remember them, I need account books."

"How much food and guards are there?" Sansa frowned.

"There are only 200 reliable guards, which are useless to you, but I have prepared a lot of food."

The fat man smiled triumphantly, "A long time ago, I got the news from Daenerys that the long night was coming, and then I started to stockpile a large amount of food and fields.

After that, in order to help Aegon conquer Westeros, and to help him buy people's hearts after taking King's Landing, he spent millions of gold dragons to buy unlimited food from the world.

Up to now, the total amount of wheat, butter, and bacon I have prepared for him exceeds 50 tons.It was enough to maintain the food supply in King's Landing before the True Dragon Alliance took over the Hewan Granary.

It's a pity that fate is too unfair to me, and all kinds of schemes are all because of a person who was almost eliminated—"

"What's the use of saying this now?" Sansa interrupted his complaint impatiently, her eyes sparkled with excitement, and asked, "Is all the food in Storm's End?"

The fat businessman shook his head, "Storm's End is only a temporary residence, transporting [-] tons is enough to maintain the daily consumption of the army.

After that, 20 tons were successively shipped to Dragonstone Island, and the rest were stored in the grain depots of Pentos and Myr. "

"Dragonstone?" Sansa frowned.

"Aegon's goal is King's Landing!" Illyrio said with a frown. "Dragonstone Island is right at the gate of King's Landing. Dragonstone Island is still safe."

"I'm afraid that batch of food will never come back." Sansa sighed.

"Dragonstone is not short of food." Illyrio said uncertainly.

"Ignore the batch of grain, you leave the valley immediately, and transfer all the remaining grain to Tas Island." Sansa said seriously.

"Tas Island? Why not Storm's End?" The fat businessman looked puzzled.

Sansa shook her head, and sighed helplessly: "Stannis is powerful, and at some point he had the idea of ​​taking back the castle.

He has the Pterosaur Legion, and Baratheon's appeal in the Stormlands is far greater than Aegon's. It is not difficult for the Pterosaurs to cooperate with the princes of the Stormlands to take Storm's End.

And the Isle of Tath is to Storm's End what Dragonstone is to King's Landing, both in the Bay of the Gateway.

Brienne is the sole heir to Tarth and one of my only two vassals now.

She is absolutely loyal to me, far more reliable than the Golden Company.

In the event of a change, the Golden Group can immediately withdraw to Tas Island to preserve its strength.

At this moment, Storm's End Castle must not be regarded as a place of foundation, but in the future"

Speaking of which, Sansa's blue eyes seemed to be covered with a dim light, "I didn't bring Rickon to the Gate of the Moon this time to help Robert find a companion.

It would be best if Winterfell could be defended, if not

Anyway, it's not that Stark has never fallen into the family castle, and it doesn't matter if he is broken by another ghost. As long as Stark is alive, there is still hope.

Stannis is going to challenge the White Ghost King under Winterfell, and if Winterfell falls, he must have died in battle.

At that time, Storm's End will become another base for Black Sword Targaryen and Stark.

And Storm's End is located in the south of King's Landing, with soldiers and food, it must last longer than Euron and Cersei. "

Illyrio's expression changed, "Have you not given up on the Iron Throne?"

Sansa sneered, "Why give up? I have a Targaryen in my belly, and Daenerys still insists on her vow to end the Long Night as King.

As long as my competitors are dead, I may not have no chance. "

"You only rely on Brienne and that who?" Illyrio frowned, full of worry in his heart.

Sansa smiled confidently, "Brennie and my second grandfather, Brynden Tully, plus the Golden Group.

In terms of solid foundation, it is actually better than Stannis at this time.

Of course, I'm not stupid, my children deserve the best, and the Iron Throne is only the highest goal.

If Stannis can really solve the White Walker King, I will lead the Golden Group and the batch of food to serve him in exchange for the title of a duke. "

Hearing his daughter-in-law's ambitious but extremely pragmatic plan, Illyrio was completely relieved.

"Okay, I will do my best to help you. In addition to food and gold, I have also raised a Centurion killer organization, and Varys' intelligence agency, for you."

"And the killer organization?" Sansa asked in surprise.

"Among the major city-states in the Narrow Sea, which trade prince doesn't have a group of water dancer assassins? Assassinate others and prevent others from being assassinated." Illyrio smiled wryly.

Even he himself is a top water dancer!

Without superb swordsmanship, he would not be able to live now.

"Very well, we'll hide behind the scenes and watch them perform." Sansa had a long-lost smile on her face, "Now, I'm going to meet Stannis to see why he hasn't fulfilled his promise with Daenerys. "

Erlu didn't intend to renege on his promise and get fat.

After he came back from the Great Wall, he obeyed the Dragon Queen's advice, put on Aegon's tile steel armor, and asked Melisandre to accompany him to the dead anal White Walker King in the north.

Aunt Mei was absolutely unwilling.

"You are not ready yet, just like Azor Ahai needs to sacrifice his wife to forge the red sword, you also need to sacrifice the person you love the most to forge your unique 'red sword' - the demigod dragon Waghar Er!" she exhorted.

In order to prove to him that what he said was true, the two stood hand in hand by the fireplace again after the mana restoration, looking into the future through the flames.

In the flames, Erlu saw the blurred figure of the White Ghost King, and the other party seemed to sense something, and then the Savior and the White Ghost King looked at each other for the first time.

Under the gaze of those eyes emitting blue light, Erlu's soul was almost shattered. He saw endless ice, darkness and death, as if a big hand was holding his heart tightly, pulling it towards hell.

At that moment, Erlu felt a bone-chilling fear.

"Now, do you understand?" Aunt Mei waved her hand, the fireplace roared into the air, then exploded again, the blue icy eyes of the White Ghost King disappeared, and Erlu broke free from the intoxicating fear, panting heavily, sweating profusely.

"Your Majesty, you are not ready yet." The red-robed woman caressed his sweaty back and sighed softly, "You need a magic dragon. Whoever does great things will not sacrifice himself?"

"Xilin is my daughter, my heir." Erlu said hoarsely.

His eyes gradually cleared up, and he continued: "Daenerys will help me, and the Three-Eyed Raven will help me, I don't believe their help is not as good as a magic dragon whose strength is unknown.

Daenerys alone has three dragons around her! "

Aunt Mei was startled, but was speechless.

After a while, she said softly: "They are very powerful, but are they trustworthy?

Daenerys is still competing with you for the Iron Throne, and the Green Prophet is the servant of the Cold God, do you rest assured to entrust your back to those two? "

"I have no choice! The Great Wall has collapsed, the strange ghosts have descended southward, and the Seven Kingdoms are at stake." Erlu had a painful expression on his face, "You should understand better than everyone else that the main reason why I compete for the Iron Throne is the mission of the savior."

Aunt Mei was stunned.

(End of this chapter)