Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

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"Holy Mother, are you asleep? Open your eyes and look at this woman. She is sinister and vicious, and she is passionate about power games. Why is she a fourth-level priest?" After falling to the ground, the dwarf didn't get up, just Sitting on the blanket howling.

Although the performance is a bit exaggerated, it also represents his true emotions at this time.

In the eyes of the dwarves, Sansa's ability to become a first-level priest will already affect the believers' beliefs; if she is allowed to upgrade to the second or third level, it will make other honest priests lose their mentality and break their three views; out of balance.

He has gone through so many hardships and obstacles, and he is only a fourth-level paladin.

Because the priest is the sublimation of the soul, while the paladin mainly strengthens the body and will. At the same level, the difficulty and strength of the paladin are one level lower than that of the priest.

He went abroad to work hard, but he was worse than Sansa who was squatting at home.

"You're jealous of me!" Sansa laughed, kicking the dwarf.

"All followers of the Seven Gods should be jealous of you."

Sansa shook her head and sighed: "It's a pity that you are still a preacher, and you haven't even read the "Seven Stars Bible". The Holy Mother has always preached that faith belongs to the seven gods, and political power belongs to the kingdom.

I have studied every version of the "Seven Stars Bible" in detail. In the teachings of the Seven Gods, there has never been a prohibition against playing power games.

If you think about it, you will understand. Prohibiting politicians from playing power games is like prohibiting men from finding women. How could the great and glorious Holy Mother do such a thing that violates the laws of nature and heaven? "

"My dad is also playing Game of Thrones, how can he be sure to go to hell?" the dwarf said.

"So, the Holy Mother encourages men and women to fall in love and marry, but they don't approve of whoring and prostitution." Sansa spread her hands, and said innocently: "Everything has a limit, the same is true for men and women, and so is the game of power.

As long as you don't take the initiative to use too vicious means to hurt noble people, the desire for power is not a crime. "

"You murdered Mia and used Margaery!" the dwarf said.

"Is there something wrong with your brain?" Sansa gave him a strange look, "Who is Mia? The King of the Red God!

In the earliest version of the "Seven Stars Bible", believers who kill the hostile gods can even be rewarded by the Holy Mother and become righteous people who will be remembered forever by the world.

Even though the Queen of Dragons later modified this article—do not harm innocent heretics, Mia is not innocent.

She sacrificed R'hllor's blood as often as Stannis.

Although all those who were burned to death were prisoners and deserters, in the doctrine of the Seven Gods, sacrificing the evil god is the most serious crime. Isn't R'hllor the evil god? "

"This..." The dwarf was stunned, and said, "Your purpose is not simple."

"If my purpose is pure, I'm not a politician, but a saint in the church." Sansa rolled her eyes.

Then, she said: "In Fairy Island back then, the Dragon Queen tried the case of my grandfather and uncle, do you still remember?
What happened to them in the Red Keep was miserable, but as we learned later, my grandfather was far from innocent.

Therefore, the crimes of the mad king are only cruelty, blasphemy, and violation of human relations, but there is no crime of "violating the oath between the king and his ministers" as we thought before, and he is not guilty of murder.

My grandfather participated in the power game, and he was the one who initiated the dispute, so what happened to him in the power game did not deserve the mercy of the gods.

These are the rules of the game of thrones, and they apply to all involved. "

The dwarf said: "You have a good idea, but the game of power is played by those in power, and every move of those in power will have an impact on innocent civilians."

Sansa smiled and said: "Those in power have responsibilities and powers. It is the king's responsibility to let the people under his rule live and work in peace and contentment, and to use laws and traditional etiquette to ensure judicial justice.

He fulfilled his responsibilities and benefited millions of commoners, but he would not be rewarded by the Seven Gods for this, because this is what a king should do.

With responsibility comes power.

As the biggest politician, the king must play the game of power if he wants to defend his power. As for the harm that the game of power may bring to the people, it is within the power of the king. "

"It sounds reasonable, but it's just your own idea." The dwarf said disapprovingly.

Sansa snorted coldly, and said proudly: "This is the wisdom I concluded after studying the "Seven Stars Bible" and carefully observing the behavior of the Dragon Queen. I don't tell ordinary people to him."

"Why don't I remember that the Dragon Queen said such a thing?"

"She didn't say it, but she did it. She can become the queen and god king of the world from a Khaleesi who has nothing. Don't you think she has never played tricks?"

"Uh" the dwarf was asked.

——The Dragon Queen is definitely not a little white flower, her heart is darker than yours.But her moral requirements for you must be different from what she has for herself!

"Take it easy, the king's mind is hard to guess, let alone the gods." He could only persuade in this way.

"Don't worry, I will confess to the Holy Mother every day." Sansa said.

"Repent for what?" the dwarf wondered.

Sansa smiled and said, "Before I plot against Mia and Count Matus, I will confess my plan and purpose to the Holy Mother.

After the conspiracy is implemented, I will also repent to the Holy Mother, ask the Holy Mother for forgiveness, and make a wish to become the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, and I will work hard to reform the bad governance and create a "Sansa Prosperity" that is difficult for future generations to achieve! "

"The Holy Mother agreed?"

"She didn't object."

The dwarf was speechless, "The Holy Mother is too busy to talk to you. But I will definitely write down your mistakes in a small book, and I will settle the score with you in the future."

"Nonsense! As long as I treat the common people well and let them live a good life, the Holy Mother will not blame me no matter how I scheme against the nobles. Otherwise, why would I be able to become a fourth-level priest?" Sansa said triumphantly.

The dwarf wondered: "Did you offer magic to the Virgin again? I've never heard of the seal of the heavenly father before."

"Hey, how do you know?" Sansa gave him a surprised look, "I specially developed the Heavenly Father Seal to deal with the dragon.

It was not made public before because there is only one magic dragon, and other priests and paladins will become my competitors if they learn it.

Now that the dragon is tamed by Jon, there is no need to hide the seal of the heavenly father.

However, the seal of the heavenly father can only raise me from the middle level of the third-level priest to the peak level of the third level, which is still a bit short of the fourth level.

So, I dedicate another "Holy Light Totem" that has not yet been fully developed to the church, thus breaking through to the fourth-level mid-level priest in one fell swoop. "

The corner of the dwarf's mouth twitched a few times and asked, "What is the Holy Light Totem?"

Sansa got up from the fireplace, picked up a "crutch" from the corner and handed it to him, "See for yourself."

The white cane is 1.3 meters long and has a thin wrist. It seems to be carved from weirwood, but it weighs more than wood, and obsidian crystals are inserted inside.

At the top is a small statue of the Virgin, and there are many strange runes and square characters on the surface of the staff.

"Is this the dragon language? I don't know a few words." The dwarf wondered.

"The Holy Mother of Mercy, who walks the way of heaven, spreads the virtues of heaven, creates all things, and saves all beings." Sansa read in fluent Chinese.

The dwarf was surprised, "So skilled?"

"Well, I get up early every day to memorize words for two hours, and read the text for an hour before going to bed. After six or seven years, I finally achieved a little achievement, probably at the middle school level."

Sansa didn't show pride on her face, she just sighed and sighed, "It's indeed the supreme language that records the laws of ten thousand ways, it's so difficult! You know, it only took me three years to learn Higher Valyria."

When the dwarf heard this, he couldn't help feeling extremely ashamed.

It was he who advised Sansa to learn dragon language; it was also he who copied Dahei's dragon language textbook, kept a copy for himself, and made a copy for Sansa.

Both of them are self-taught, and he studied three years earlier than her, but now he has not graduated from primary school.

——No, from now on, I need to reduce my morning exercises with divas, and maybe at night, I should develop new witchcraft just like Sansa.

Now that I have turned my whole body into a dragon worm, can I divide half of the dragon worms to be nerds and specialize in memorizing and learning;

Hey, if the other me doesn't study, the two of me together...wouldn't it be twice as fun?
"Hey hey hey"

"What are you thinking, smiling so lewdly? Your saliva is dripping out." Sansa said disgustedly.

"Uh..." Tyrion wiped his mouth, and sure enough, he felt a puddle of wetness.

Embarrassed in his heart, he hastily poured a wave of divine power into the totem pole, "Om!"

A thin layer of light yellow halo emitted from the pillar, the light is not even as good as a small light bulb, but the light is very uniform.

However, Tyrion did not feel too strong a healing effect.

"What's the use of this? The effect of a lay on hands is slowly released in 10 minutes." He wondered.

Sansa explained: "This is specially prepared for remote mountain villages. There is no need for priests to recharge, and there is no need to spend money to build statues and temples of the Virgin. Just insert the totem pole of the Holy Light on the altar, and the common people will pray to the Virgin around it.

The personal belief power is not enough to become a priest, so the beliefs of the whole village are gathered in the cane, and then through the adjustment of the runes, the messy beliefs are coordinated into a unified band, just like a virtual person.

In fact, you can think of this totem pole as a 'wooden priest', with the dragonglass inside storing the divine power of lay on hands from Our Lady.

If anyone feels unwell, there is a special prayer—"

Sansa pointed to the square words on the totem pole, "Our Lady of Mercy, so good."

"It can activate the holy light totem, emit a faint light, and heal the injuries of believers within the range."

"You're so smart." The dwarf suddenly realized.

Sansa shook her head, put away the totem pole with a full face of regret, and sighed: "In my expectation, the shimmer should only be effective for patients, which saves energy.

I haven't been able to overcome this technology yet, and the Holy Light Totem is not yet complete.

With the widespread spread of magic among monks, maybe someone repaired and perfected it earlier than me. At that time... alas, I was promoted to the fourth-level priest before fighting against the ghost king. "

"How did you come up with this thing?" Tyrion wondered.

"At first, I just wanted to imitate the Dragon Queen. Didn't she often carry a weirwood staff back then?"

Sansa smiled awkwardly, and said solemnly: "You and I are both from the Duke's family, and I have a headache, and the bachelor rushed to the bed immediately.

As if the bachelor and the air are just as natural.

The fact is, apart from noble castles and learning cities, you can hardly see maesters in other places.

Bachelors are rare, and priests who know magic are even rarer.

In Winterfell, where I grew up to be 13, I only saw four bard performances.In remote villages, low-level peasants will never see bachelors and priests for a lifetime.

But the poor are people too, and they get sick just like us.Moreover, their lives are too hard and too tired, they are more likely to get sick, and more in need of treatment. "

"It never occurred to me that you still have such awareness!" Tyrion said with his eyes widened in disbelief.

"What did you think I was when you first met me?" Sansa asked.

"A fool who can only dream." The dwarf admitted frankly.

Sansa glared at him, but didn't refute, she just asked, "What now?"

"A shrewd and capable queen." The dwarf said with emotion: "The change is so great, it's like a different person."

"Why have I changed so much?"

"Your experience." The dwarf thoughtfully.

"In Winterfell, my mother was the strongest, and I learned from her; in the Red Keep, Cersei was the strongest, and I learned from Cersei; in the Vale, Littlefinger was the strongest, and I learned his methods, and later"

"I have also learned your strengths!" She said to him.

"I'm really flattered," laughed the dwarf.

"Now I learn from the Dragon Queen and the Virgin, the Dragon Queen cares about the suffering of people's livelihood, and I care too.

When learning the benevolence of the Dragon Queen and gaining substantial benefits from the Holy Mother, I will try my best to be merciful to the common people at the bottom.

This kind of self-motivated awareness is different from what you think. ’ concluded Sansa.

"You are really... Maybe, you can surpass Papa Tywin, Old Rose, and Littlefinger to become the ultimate Game of Thrones player!" The dwarf truly admired.

"Do you think I still have an opponent in the Seven Kingdoms?"

As she spoke, Sansa seemed to exude an invisible loneliness.

"The future Margaery!" The dwarf poured cold water on her, "If I hadn't appeared unexpectedly to resolve the misunderstanding between you and Jon, you would definitely be fooled by her this time.

Like Mia, when you break with the Jon brothers and sisters, you won't know why you came to that point.

Those chicken soup truths are simply poisonous, but I have to admit that they are too reasonable, it's no wonder that your savage sister-in-law didn't fall.

The two wives take turns blowing pillow wind, how long can Jon last?
In fact, he couldn't refute those chicken soup truths. "

Sansa's face was ugly, "I fell out with Jon, what good is it for her? Even if I have other purposes, I did help her!"

The dwarf sighed: "You are self-motivated, keep learning from the strong, and keep improving yourself.

She is probably also learning from you, learning your ambition and means.

You think you are not sorry for her, but you don't want to think about it. No one wants to be another person's pawn, especially if your relationship is so complicated.

Once, you were all Joffrey's fiancées.

You were annulled in public, you humbled yourself into the mud, but she became a golden rose shining in King's Landing.How big is the gap in her heart now?

Moreover, when we negotiated with Stannis, the original target was the Duke of Highgarden.

Maybe you forgot, but your meddling in the affairs of the Reach keeps reminding Margaery that you are the biggest stumbling block to her return to High Court. "

"That splasher!" Sansa's face was stern, "She will have no future!"

The dwarf was taken aback and reminded: "Margaery is a benchmark set by the church, a model of redemption. If you murder her, you will most likely lose the favor of the Virgin Mary."

"The worst ending for a person is definitely not death. Will an early death lead to heaven? Huh, I don't want her to be a model, and I want her to go to the seven levels of hell!" Sansa said sadly.

The dwarf became more and more worried, "Take it easy, don't get yourself into the seventh hell."

"Don't worry, I know it." Sansa waved her hand, "Didn't I tell you just now? Before I do anything, I will repent and pray to the Holy Mother. If the Holy Mother disagrees, she will definitely dissuade me."

"If everyone learns from you, the Holy Mother will be busy?"

"Everyone is a fourth-level priest? Let me tell you, I am the only person who has obtained the sixth movement of the Holy Mother's palm, and I am the only one," Sansa said excitedly.

"The earth shakes and the mountains shake, the power that controls the earth? The song of the earth." The dwarf stroked the short beard on his chin, thoughtfully.

"Sansa, in fact, you can consider giving up the throne and become an extraordinary person with peace of mind. Maybe, you have the hope of becoming a demigod! Compared with gods, kingship is meaningless at all." The dwarf said sincerely.

Sansa sneered, "The Dragon Queen is already the king of gods, why does she still want to be the number one empress in the world?
You can only put it down if you pick it up, I never got it, you let me give it up? "

The dwarf's tone faltered, and he said in a low voice: "Besides the priest, you are still a moonsinger. What level of cultivation have you reached, and how far are you from the demigod?"

"It's far, far away, farther than King's Landing and Winterfell. I only learned two witchcrafts, one is childbirth song, and the other is weather forecasting." Sansa said helplessly.

"You have healing skills, and now it's a long night, what's the use of childbirth songs and weather forecasts?" the dwarf complained.

Sansa said solemnly: "The long nightclub is over, and now I'm starting to study the weather forecast, and when summer comes, maybe I can accurately predict the climate every year.

If droughts, floods, insects and hail can be prevented in advance, will the kingdom still have a bumper harvest every year?

The childbirth song is more practical, it can help pregnant women give birth smoothly.

Therapy is ineffective for the childbirth process, and can only be used to treat pregnant women who have lost blood after childbirth.

I also have a thought, whether it is possible to remake the childbirth song into a magic spell of the priest of the seven gods. "

"Good idea, you see farther than me, and your plan for extraordinary career is more reasonable than me!" Tyrion praised sincerely.

Sansa smiled wryly: "I also want to master powerful witch skills like you and Jon, but Moonsinger doesn't have strong witch skills at all.

The blood witchcraft of sacrificing evil gods is very strong, but I dare not learn it, and I can't learn it. The evil gods are all dead.

Later, I asked Bran, he asked me to concentrate on cultivating the moonsinger's witchcraft, instead of wasting time on witchcraft, and focus on the improvement of divine arts. "

"Mother, it's time to eat. I'm hungry. I want to eat shabu-shabu tonight!" An eight or nine-year-old girl pushed open the study door without notifying her, and rushed to Sansa, throwing herself into her arms. Acting like a baby.

A boy of eleven or twelve and a boy of four or five came in together with the girl.

The teenager has black hair and black eyes, handsome face, and thin body; the boy is plump, with red hair and blue eyes.

Both were dressed in leather armor and dressed as squires.

After entering the door, he bowed to Sansa and called him "Your Duke".Then, he saluted Tyrion consciously and called him "King of the Deer and Cauldron".

Tyrion's complexion changed slightly when he saw the slightly familiar face of the little boy.

"Don't make trouble, there are still guests here!" Sansa pulled the girl up, pointed at the dwarf and said, "Is this your Uncle Tyrion?"

"Let's call him Uncle!" The dwarf put aside his doubts about the little boy's identity, and looked at the girl with a smile. He had platinum-like silver hair, and his eyes were blue at first glance, but under the light, they turned light purple.

At such a young age, he was half an inch taller than him, which made my uncle very embarrassed.

The long hair was fixed behind the head by two small braids around the ears, revealing a round oval face like a full moon, with picturesque eyebrows, and inherited the exquisite cheekbones of the Tully family.

The little girl was beautiful, and the dwarf liked it more and more, clapped his hands, and called, "Catelyn, come and let me see.

Back then, I hugged you. Back then, you were just a red meat dumpling, and you turned into a big girl in the blink of an eye! "

"I'm not Caitlin." The little girl shook her head and didn't go there.

Sansa took off the moleskin cloak for her daughter, and said softly, "Let Uncle Theon prepare the banquet and wash your belly, I'll go there later."

The little girl scanned her mother and Uncle Tyrion with complicated eyes, and exited the study sullenly. The two servants, one big and one small, saluted again, and then followed them out quickly.

"She's a bit precocious." The dwarf said strangely, touching his chin.

"It's almost nine years old! My parents are good people, but I can't imitate them and raise little Dany to be like me in Winterfell." Sansa sighed.

"I remember her name is Caitlin." The dwarf frowned.

"Not long after you left, Aegon came down to see his daughter, and named her 'Daenerys' with great interest.

I said I was going to call her 'Catelyn', Aegon thought he was only a daughter, and my mother was more than a granddaughter to young Dany.

He was right. Meera gave birth to a daughter for Bran two years ago, named Caitlin. Rickon will marry and have children in the future, and I don't know how many Caitlins there will be. "

"Certainly not as much as Daenerys," the dwarf muttered.

"But my little Dany is unique, she even has a trace of the Dragon Queen's blood!" Sansa said proudly.

Seeing the doubts on the dwarf's face, she told the story of the dragon queen training the blood for little Dany.

"God king cauldron, demigod dragon blood, is the blood of the god king just because her name is 'Daenerys'?" The dwarf felt very uncomfortable.

It's like comparing his dragon bug transformation back then to the "beggar's version".

"She is the reason why I dare to compete with Jon for the Iron Throne." Sansa looked in the direction of the restaurant and said in a low voice: "Actually, I always knew that Jon is my biggest competitor when everyone else is vulnerable.

Maybe, for little Dany's sake, the Dragon Queen can give me the same chance as Jon. "

The dwarf's heart moved, and he blurted out: "Maybe we can get married!"

"I cannot remarry."

"It's not you, it's Little Dany, actually." The dwarf gritted his teeth, leaned into Sansa's ear, and whispered: "Actually, I have a nephew!"

"Myrcella?" Sansa was at a loss.

"The Dragon Queen has a son!" the dwarf said in a deep voice.

"boom!"

This sentence was like a bomb, which made Sansa dizzy, unable to distinguish between north, south, east, and west.

"I didn't expect the Pope of the Seven Gods to have an illegitimate child." Her expression was complicated, ranging from disbelief to relief and relaxation.

"Not a bastard." The dwarf shook his head repeatedly. "Her son of King Drogoma, Rhaegal Targaryen!"

Sansa gave him a weird look, "You must be out of your mind. Rego died when he was born, and people all over the world know it."

"Oh, this is the horror of her. The people of the world have been deceived, Holy Mother, she was only 14 years old at that time." The dwarf rested his forehead and sighed. Bo, I never thought that the child was actually her seed!"

　This is a big chapter with 6k+ words, which is worth two chapters.

　　
　
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