Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 895 The Children of the Slums and the Iron Throne from the Red Castle

The short and stout Sir Song Ge drew out his long sword, pointed at Stryker and cursed: "You bastard, you can't die if you want to, how dare you insult His Majesty the King!"

"Your Majesty came to the door, and I was cooking. How could it be considered an insult to invite Your Majesty to come in for a drink of hot soup?" Stryker called out.

"The brown soup is for people to drink?" Sir Song Ge said angrily.

"Are we all White Walkers?" Stryker opened his eyes wide and stretched his head forward, "Look, look at my eyes, are they bright?"

Sir Song Ge was clumsy and speechless, he just kept shouting: "Troublemaker, troublemaker, big troublemaker!"

"Song, don't be ashamed." Sir Richard gave Stryker a cold look. "Your weapon is a sword. Why are you arguing with a commoner?"

"Master Knight, are you hungry?" Stryker turned to him with a smile.

"You are so courageous." Richard pressed the hilt of his sword with his right hand and looked at Erlu with his eyes.

Erlu's face was gloomy, but he didn't give him any instructions or hints.

"Hahaha, people like us who have no tomorrow and don't need to think about it have no courage, because we were too hungry before, and our liver and gallbladder were thrown into the pot to cook brown soup!" Stryker laughed boldly.

He looked calm, as if he really wasn't afraid of death at all.

Erlu looked at Stryker, and said calmly: "From noon tomorrow, I will send someone to count the population of King's Landing and the grain of each family. The poor households who have no food can go to the Black Water River Wharf to receive relief grain!"

Leave this sentence, give Richard a look, and walk away first.

The others said nothing, but followed closely behind the king.

Seeing Erlu and his party disappear around the corner, Stryker was a little dazed.

The roads in Flea Nest are like a labyrinth, and the houses are built close to the narrow alleys.

When people walk in the alley, they often look up and cannot see the sky.The balconies or bedrooms on the second floor protrude from the foundation to block the entire line of sight, and occasionally a woman pours a basin of dirty domestic water from the upstairs, pattering down the quagmire-like road.

Dirty, crowded, poor, like a moldy box of stinky caviar.

If the previous flea net was a neat piece of mildew on King's Landing, it can't even be neat now.

The fire yesterday burned the flea nest into a piece of psoriasis.

If you are not a local who has lived in King's Landing for a long time, you will definitely get lost when you come here now.

Anyway, Jon started to feel dizzy after entering the flea nest for a quarter of an hour.

He walked north for a while, turned southwest for a while, and he had some difficulty distinguishing between east and west, north and south.

At this moment, Jon couldn't help but have a three-point respect for Sir Richard. He not only knew the way, but also found the "little" Iron Throne in such a complicated city.

"Here it is!" Richard's excited yell jolted Jon out of his reverie.

Then they turned a corner and stood at the top of a slightly higher narrow ramp, looking down into a small pool of water against the wall.

It may also be a ditch, the ditch is blocked, and the water in it overflows, forming a [-]-square-meter pond around it.

Due to the blocking of layers of twisted courtyard walls, the people below can easily ignore the people on the slope.But standing on the uphill and looking down, the field of vision is relatively wide.

Erlu and the others saw the Iron Throne at a glance.

The iron chair, which symbolized the highest power of the Seven Kingdoms, was inserted straight into the pool, and the five-meter-high chair with steps was at least three meters above the water.

At this time, a group of naughty children occupied it.

Erlu stopped involuntarily and stared blankly ahead.

As soon as he stopped, the people behind him also stopped.

"I am the King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, and the Defender of the Realm, Aegon Targaryen!" A ten-year-old boy with a dark and thin face was sitting on it, and he spoke seriously to his little friend below. they announced.

The chair is inserted in the pool, and a 20 cm wide wooden board is built on the ladder and the shore where the chair is closest to the water surface.

The child stepped across the pool on the plank to the chair, then climbed up and sat down.

"God, do you want to be a fake prince?" A rotten little girl with frostbite on her face pointed at the king on the throne and laughed.

"Fake prince, fake prince!" The other children slapped their hands and laughed.

"I am not Aegon, the fake prince, but I am Aegon I the Conqueror, the master of Balerion, the Black Death God!" Goudan Hei blushed and argued loudly.

"God, come down quickly, it's my turn." A skinny monkey-like yellow-haired boy under the Iron Throne shouted.

Goudan stood up reluctantly, "Stab——"

The sound of cloth being torn came from his ass, and when he turned around, he saw a piece of gray linen hanging on the seat woven with sword blades.

The patched cotton trousers had another hole, and the old yellow and black cotton batting swayed in the wind.

"Oh, my pants are torn, my mother will definitely beat me up if she finds out." Goudan cried with a sad face.

"Hahaha, King Aegon showing his ass!" The little girl with chilblain face slapped her hands again and laughed.

Goudan glared at the girl, and walked down the stairs with a face full of embarrassment.

While walking, he was still cursing, "What kind of broken chair is this, it's not for people to sit on at all."

Soon, the skinny monkey kid is on the Iron Throne after the dog egg.

That funny little appearance is like placing a hozen on a throne.

The skinny monkey child screamed, "I am King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, and the Guardian of the Realm, Robert Baratheon."

"Where is my hammer? Rhaegar, give me a hammer, ahhh~~~~"

The little guy was too involved in the play, imitating the way of the theater performers in the tavern, raising his right hand high, as if holding a sledgehammer, shaking his head and talking.

"Hahaha, Robert, your Haw has been taken away by a wild boar!" It was the little girl with chilblain face again, bending over with a smile.

"Robert" pointed at the little girl below, and shouted, "Hey, bitch Cersei, if you dare to poison me, come and give me a blow!"

"I'm not Cersei, I don't like you, don't be your wife!" the little girl shouted angrily.

"Monkey, you're still playing," a boy with a triangular face picked up a stone and threw it at the monkey on the Iron Throne. "This is not your toy alone, it's my turn!"

The monkey reluctantly got off the chair, this time it didn't cut his pants, but he turned his head twice a step, dawdling, accidentally fell down in the pool, wet his whole body, the colorful clothes turned out to be feces !

A foul smell filled the air.

"Hahaha, the monkey fell into the cesspit!"

"Robert eats shit in a cesspit!"

Amidst the laughter of the friends, the monkey was ashamed and cold. After crawling out of the latrine, he lowered his head and ran away without a trace.

"I am the King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and the Guardian of the Realm." The triangular face was stuck, wrinkled and deep in thought.

"Who should I be?" he asked his little friend.

The chilblain-faced little girl rolled her eyes and suggested, "Why don't you become Emperor Joffrey!"

"No! Joffrey is crazy, stupid, and dead." The triangular face shook his head repeatedly.

"Where's Tommen?" said one of the children.

"That slug, my wife doesn't even know about stealing people. If I have to wear a cuckold to be king, I'd rather not have the Iron Throne.

You guys help me find someone more powerful, I remember there was a king in Targaryen, in the drama, he defeated the Dornishmen?Very young and promising. "The triangle face said.

"Mad King!"

"Not the Mad King."

"It's better to be Stannis. He has a dragon, and he has just occupied King's Landing. He is quite majestic."

"No, that's an evil heretic! My father and brother have been quietly scolding Stannis these days. If they know that I am Stannis, they will beat me to death." The triangular face said in fear.

"It's true, if people know you are Stannis, you will be beaten as soon as you go out. Look at what he and Euron have done to us!" Someone agreed.

"Hurry up, stop tossing, it's time for me!"

The triangular face sighed helplessly, and said loudly, "I am the King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, and the Guardian of the Realm, Renly Baratheon."

"Well, I'd rather be Renly, at least he's pretty," he explained to his companion.

"Be careful of your brother, his scarlet witch is going to kill you!" the little girl cried out in horror.

"What?" Triangular-faced Renly was at a loss.

"Fool, don't you even know how Renly died?" The children around despised.

"Oh, you said the King of Hearts." The triangular-faced Renly understood and said with a smile, "I'm not afraid. After I become a king, I will take Saint Matthew with me every day."

Then it was the turn of the chilblain-faced little girl.

The people below all booed "Cersei, Cersei, Cersei", she puffed her face and thought for a while, then said, "I want to be the Dragon Queen, can you stop spreading the word?"

"Just say it, just say it! I want to tell your mother that you blasphemed Saint-Denis, and see if she doesn't suck your ass." The dark and thin-faced "Aegon" from before laughed.

"Well, I am not the Dragon Queen. I am Barbara Campbell, King of the Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men, and Warden of the Realm," she announced, throwing her head back.

"Cut~~~ Isn't that your own name? You might as well be a bitch Cersei!" The friends despised for a while.

"What do you know? Now I will sit on the Iron Throne, and of course I will report my own name. This means that the Iron Throne is mine, and the Seven Kingdoms are also mine.

If Stannis came now, would he be like a dog and say 'I am Aegon'? "

"It seems to be right!" The children became confused.

Then, the children began to report their names one by one.After a while, the Iron Throne had more than a dozen former owners.

However, not all friends have successfully sat on the Iron Throne.

When it was the turn of a 10-year-old snub-nosed girl, she struggled to climb onto the Iron Throne with her younger brother under the age of two.

Fortunately, the iron chair was wide enough for her to put her brother aside, but before she could shout a slogan, her brother squatted on the iron chair and took a shit.

"Oh, I haven't gone up yet, why is the hammer loosening up on it?" The child below stomped and wailed.

"Hammer is still young and ignorant," Sister Hammer said in embarrassment, "Wait a while, after Hammer finishes shitting, I'll come home and bring a basin to wash the chair clean."

"My house is just behind the wall, well, this latrine is even the public toilet of my hotel." She pointed to the wall with a dozen or so water outlets at the bottom.

"No, I don't want to sit on a chair with shit on it, it's disgusting!" the child said with a look of disgust.

"What did the hammer eat? Why is it so stinky? It's even worse than the stink of this cesspit!" The chilblain-faced little girl pinched her nose and muttered.

Sister Hammer was even more embarrassed, "Yesterday my father picked up a ghoul pig, and I don't know which nobleman it came from, it's so fat.

The long night is coming, and pork is always expensive. I haven’t eaten pork for several years, so I eat more hammer. "

"Sister!" Hammer finished defecating, and poked out the white ass that was sticky with yellow-brown excrement.

"Hey, help find a wooden stick, I want to shave Hammer's ass." Sister Hammer said anxiously.

"Don't look for it, anyway, the chair is big enough, use it to wipe it! It's so cold here, I'm leaving." The chilblain-faced little girl gathered her clothes and ran away first.

The children also seemed to be tired of playing the game of competing for the Iron Throne, and left one by one.

"Don't go, you don't want the Iron Throne, are you not kings?" Sister Hammer said anxiously.

"Who wants a shit-stained Iron Throne?" the children said in disgust.

After a while, everyone ran away.

"Wow wow wow" Hammer rubbed his buttocks on the chair with his bare butt, the sharp blade cut through the soft skin, blood flowed out, and he cried out in pain.

"Hammer? Is the hammer howling?" The sound of a woman holding her shit came from the other side of the wall.

"Ah, mom, you're going to the bathroom!" Sister Hammer flinched, "I'm sitting on the Iron Throne, and Hammer shitted on the Iron Throne, cutting my ass."

"Damn girl, the cesspit is right next to it. If you don't pull the hammer into the cesspit, the iron chair is icy and prickly. What is there to sit on?" Hammer's mother scolded in the toilet on the other side of the wall.

"I want to be a queen" Sister Hammer whispered.

"Idiot, do you think that sitting on an iron chair is the king? Even a fool would not think so."

Erlu's face was pale, his body was on the verge of falling, and finally he spit out a mouthful of black and foul-smelling blood, and passed away.

(End of this chapter)