Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 1101 The End of the Play (The Grand Finale)

Outside the city of King's Landing, beside the Blackwater River, hundreds of tents representing various families, like mushrooms in the field, are distributed on the lush green grass.

Aristocratic knights with shining armor and laughing loudly, civilians cheering loudly, singers playing the accordion, vendors pushing small carts selling grilled sausages and melons, and countless bright flags fluttering in the warm wind
"Arya, have you seen it? It's exactly the same as the tourney that welcomed my father more than ten years ago. In the same place, there are many more people, and many people are missing. It's the same as sung in the song magnificent."

In mid-air, Sansa's expression was blurred. The beautiful memories of the past and the beautiful scenes of the present made her unable to restrain herself and almost shed tears.

"You have seen the great trial, and you have seen Dany wear the human crown and be crowned king, and now you have watched the tournament mourning your death, should you be satisfied?" Arya said lightly.

"Satisfied? How could you be satisfied? This was supposed to be a tournament to celebrate my ascension to the throne, not a funeral!" Sansa said excitedly.

"It's fate to be like this, there's nothing I can do about it." Arya sighed.

"Fate is unfair, I don't accept it!" Sansa shouted with her face twisted.

"I can assure you that no one interferes with your fate, it's all the result of choice."

"Look at Bran," Sansa pointed down at the white knight who was shot seven or eight meters away by the one-armed Jaime. Leaving 'Winterfell, still participating in the tournament, still laughing out loud!!!"

"Bran's dream when he was a child was to become a knight like Barristan. Although his martial arts skills are a bit poor, his dream can be fulfilled now. Why can't he laugh?" Arya's face showed a trace of dissatisfaction.

"He knew about my future, but he didn't inform me. Why is he so happy now?" Sansa said excitedly.

"Bran knew that Ygritte would have a difficult delivery, and he didn't tell Jon either. Sansa, fate is not to be interfered with, it's all your own choice." Arya said seriously.

"I've had a hard time getting the Iron Damn Iron Throne, why, why am I clinging to that filthy iron chair?
Woohoo, they all call me 'rotten ass' Sansa, hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Thinking of the Iron Throne, Sansa couldn't help feeling sad, regretful and resentful, covering her face and weeping.

"Rego, Leigo, Leigo!" Suddenly, cheers erupted like a tsunami in the arena.

Sansa rubbed her eyes and took a closer look, but after six rounds of fighting, Rhaego sideways dodged Brienne's spear and shot her off the saddle at the same time.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" saw Rego put the golden peony wreath on her daughter's head, Sansa's mother-in-law cried again.

"I've never worn a 'crown wreath' in my life! After more than ten years of hard work, I finally succeeded in dominance, but I haven't even enjoyed the taste of being an official queen for a day. My life is too hard."

"I've seen everything I need to see, follow me to hell!" Er Ya said impatiently.

"Hell?" Sansa was stunned. "What are you doing in hell?"

"Sentence."

"What?" Sansa's eyes widened, and she roared, "Did you make a mistake? I have been cautious all my life, and I have never done anything. Try to do as little as possible to violate the teachings of the Seven Gods, but instead make a lot of achievements. Why should I go to hell?" I'm still a fourth-level high priest!"

"In the first half of your life, you were a little white flower, with no merit or fault; in the middle of your life, it was not a big mistake to deceive Aegon's feelings; in the later period, you lived countless lives, with immeasurable merit, numerous small crimes, and few major crimes. If you lose, you can have a good job even in heaven.”

Erya first read the judgment of the heavenly father on Sansa, and then, under her puzzled eyes, sighed: "But you are not alone, you have a mother!"

"Mother?" Sansa frowned, "Hasn't Mother's soul been mended? After returning from Slavery Bay, I personally burned her body."

"Mother's sin, don't you know? Because of the Bloody Wedding, during the years she was Mrs. Shi Xin, she devoted herself to breaking oaths and violating the rights of guests."

Sansa hesitated: "It doesn't matter if I give her all my merits, why should I go to hell?"

"Children can help their parents serve their sentences and be punished."

"I'm afraid of the pain"

"Isn't mother afraid? How many things did she do for you during her lifetime?" Erya said coldly.

"What about you?" Sansa resented her tone.

"I worked hard in the underworld, and all the merits I earned were handed over to my mother."

"Can I also work hard to earn merit in heaven?" Sansa asked.

"Even if you get a position in heaven, it's hard to earn merit. And as your founding king, fourth-level priest, and great meritorious person, one day's prison sentence can be equivalent to one hundred days for your mother. The efficiency is too high."

Sansa's complexion changed, hesitating.

"You want to refuse?" Erya's eyes became dangerous.

"If I go to hell, what will my punishment be? Is there any discount?" Sansa asked.

"Heavenly Father is just! Your punishment is the same as that of Walder Frey. Those who violate the rights of guests will light a sky lantern after death."

"What is a sky lantern? It sounds scary." Sansa asked tremblingly.

"It's really miserable. It's like putting your soul on fire and keeping the most sensitive feeling at all times." Erya sighed bitterly: "Mother screams so miserable, you go down to accompany her, talk to her, help her cheer."

"Mother has five children, and I am the only one going to hell with her?" Sansa asked with a gloomy face.

"Little Dany will go abroad with Simba to be a princess, and when she gives birth to a child in the future, she will choose a son to inherit the crown. During this period, the government affairs of the Seven Kingdoms will be handled by the king—"

"What?" Sansa was furious. "Which idiot's coquettish idea is this? Let Margaery be in charge, will my grandson's throne come back?"

Erya gave her a blank look, and said, "Why do you think Bran is still in King's Landing? Just for the tournament?"

"Damn it!" Sansa was stunned for a moment, and when she realized it, her face became very ugly. "I invited Bran to be my Prime Minister back then, but he coldly refused."

"Bran can't serve you because he is the White Knight of the Dragon Queen. But he can be loyal to the Dragon Queen's wife and grandson. You don't understand the truth?" Erya said lightly.

"What does that have to do with my going to hell?"

"During the period when Bran ruled the Seven Kingdoms, he would be diligent in his administration and love the people, spend his nights in clothing and food, and strive to benefit the Seven Kingdoms in order to earn more merit.

So, you get it?You are working hard, we are all working hard, and no one is idle. "

"It's not that I don't want to work hard, it's just that" Sansa held her younger sister's hand and begged, "Can I change my job? For example, let the Holy Mother bring me back to life, and I promise I won't raise a bad boy. "

"Do you think it's possible? Our Lady doesn't even care about Ygritte."

Sansa's pale, dead face was clouded for a moment.

After a while, she gritted her teeth and said bitterly: "Okay, very good, I love my mother and am willing to share part of her sins, but no one is alone.

I also have a daughter!
Arya, speak to the Holy Mother, I will give Danito a dream, and let her know that I am tormented in hell.

She is also a filial child. Not only will she give me merit, but she should also go to hell to light sky lanterns from time to time.

And my son-in-law, I don't accept any betrothal gifts, so let's come together and help his grandma make a sky lantern! "

"By the way, there are also my future grandchildren," Sansa said more and more excitedly, "Let all Danni's descendants go to hell to help my mother light the sky lanterns, hahaha!"

Erya was shocked on the spot.

"Maybe, for the sake of mother, you can try." She said with a strange expression.

Five years later.

At the foot of Changbai Mountain, a stone city is under construction, and hundreds of free people are chanting and busy.

"The Ice King, Jon, Val is about to give birth!"

Suddenly, a red-haired old man walked out of the rough stone tower in the center of the city, with both hands forming a trumpet around his mouth, shouting vigorously towards the western construction site.

Jon was shocked when he heard this, and quickly removed the stone from his shoulders, threw it on the ground, and ran back to his castle.

"It's only afternoon. Didn't it mean that it won't be until evening? Could something be wrong? Calculating carefully, Val is in his late thirties, almost forty, and seems a bit older." He said nervously.

"The old man Marciro said it was a normal phenomenon. It is very difficult for a pregnant woman to determine the date of delivery. It is almost impossible to be accurate to the time." Tormund, whose hair turned gray, said.

While talking, the two came outside Val's bedroom, but were stopped by Mance Rayder.

The former savage king was also full of hair, but his body was still straight and strong.

"Women give birth, men don't go in, you just help her cheer outside the house."

Hearing his wife's heart-piercing yell, Jon sweated profusely on his forehead.

"Val, Val? You will have a daughter. I saw it in the prophecy. Don't be afraid."

Val didn't respond to him, but singing with a strange rhythm came from the room.

"The Virgin gazed tenderly and waited quietly. An angel flew in, watching the sunrise of life. The cries sounded like the sound of heaven. The Virgin smiled, and an angel was coming soon."

It can be heard that the singer is an old man, with a rough and single tone, but it contains a strange power, which can calm people's hearts, concentrate energy, and make pregnant women full of strength.

Even the uterus moves rhythmically with the rhythm.

"This is the birthing song." Jon breathed a sigh of relief.

According to the pastor's statistics, since the childbirth song "Seven Gods" three years ago, more than [-]% of pregnant women who have assisted in childbirth have a normal delivery, and the remaining [-]% can give birth smoothly under the dual effects of lay on hands and the song of childbirth .

What's more, Marqiro also got a doctorate in two professions, the scalpel priest and the pharmacy priest.

"Quack, quack, quack" as expected, after waiting for less than an hour, the child's loud howl came out.

"It really is a daughter!" Indoor, Dana exclaimed.

"Hey, what's going on, how could this happen?"

Just as Jon was overjoyed, he heard his sister-in-law's panicked cry again.

"What's wrong?" He couldn't bear it anymore, pushed open the door and rushed in.

There were quite a few people in the room, seven or eight of Mance Rayder's daughters and Tormund's granddaughter-in-law.

They all looked at the bloody baby in Dana's arms in a daze.

Seeing Jon in a hurry, all of them had strange eyes and hesitated to speak.

"This is my daughter!!" Jon didn't notice the expressions of other people, and there was no one else in his field of vision.

The red-haired baby girl howling with her mouth open occupied all his mind.

Hey, wait, red hair.
Jon rubbed his eyes, it wasn't blood, the bushy lanugo was really red, like a kiss of fire.

"Why does this child have red hair?" the aunt asked in a low voice.

Mance Rayder, who followed in, was stunned, looking at Jon's curly brown hair, and at his wife's long golden hair. His sister-in-law had the same blonde hair and blue eyes as his wife.

The tenacity of caste has become a fact that everyone knows.

Theoretically, this child should awaken Targaryen's silver-haired purple eyes, or silver-blond hair with blue eyes.

"What's the matter, why are you in a daze? Give the child a bath." Tormund rubbed his head, wondering.

"Shua, Shua, Shua!" The eyes of everyone in the room fell on his head.

Mance frowned, turned to the only red-haired man here, and sighed: "Tormund, Jon asked you to be the castle master, and take care of his family while he was building Everwinter. Is that how you take care of him?"

"I took good care of Val. Listen, how loud the baby's cry is, and he's as strong as me." Tormund laughed loudly.

"Maybe, red hair is a mutant gene?" Jon forced a smile.

Mance walked up to Tormund and asked in a low voice, "Do you and Val have red hair? You are red-haired too. Caste is strong, don't you know?"

Tormund was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "You are crazy, even suspecting that Val and I have an affair?! Although we did—"

"Shut up!" Val yelled angrily after waking up on the bed, "What nonsense are you talking about, this is my child and Jon's!"

The crowd remained silent.

Jon scowled, bewildered.

Val trembled coldly, and said with a pale face: "Master Maqiluo, according to the tradition that has become popular in recent years, no matter what, the firstborn son of a nobleman must have a blood test in public to obtain the approval of the Seven Gods and the people of the territory. Now you Just try, in front of us."

Priest Heipi glanced at the Arctic King, walked up to Dana, and tapped the baby's soles lightly.

A drop of blood the size of a grain of rice immediately oozes from the blood-stained little feet.

Marqiro didn't take Jon's blood, and used the simplest and quickest "King's Blood Verification Technique" to ignite the blood.

"Boom!" The bean-sized flame instantly swelled by more than three feet, and its color also showed a noble deep purple.

"Ah, king's blood, top-notch king's blood, such powerful magic power!" Ma Qiluo was shocked.

"This is my daughter." Jon was ecstatic.

"Yes, she is probably your princess. Tormund doesn't have royal blood." Marqiro affirmed.

"Hey, old man, do you look down on me? How to say, I am also the Marquis of Tormund!" Tormund said unwillingly.

After the little princess was cleaned, changed, and fed again, Marquilo took another drop of her and Jon's blood to perform a more complicated and formal genetic comparison magic.

This time, all the nobles and famous commoners of Eternal Winter City were present.

This has indeed gradually become a tradition among nobles. It is not only popular in Westeros, but a similar ceremony was also carried out when the eldest grandson of the Dragon Queen was born a year ago.

Yes, it has gradually become a ritual, representing the identity of the newborn son to be recognized by the seven gods and heaven and earth.

It is almost impossible for Erlu and Renly to launch a rebellion under the pretext that Joffrey is not Robert's biological son in the future.

"Under the witness of the Holy Mother, this is the daughter of the Arctic King Jon Targaryen and Queen Val Reid." Maqiluo held up the baby girl wrapped in white bear fur and sang a song of blessing loudly, and a ray of holy light descended from the sky , fell on the swaddle.

"Prince, princess!" Nobles and commoners cheered loudly.

"Maybe, I have red-haired ancestors." Afterwards, Val was not angry, and she also knew the truth of caste's resilience.

Well, she has no reason to be angry, after all, her past
Seven days later, at the baby's christening, her Aunt Dani unraveled the mystery for the couple.

"Look at her, she has a round face, a flat nose, and red hair, don't you think of anyone?" Aunt Dany looked at the baby girl in her arms, like a painter appreciating a painting completed with the greatest effort.

"Ygritte?" Jon blurted out, then shook his head frantically, "How is it possible, her mother is not Yegritte, she shouldn't look like Yegritte."

"She's not like Yegritte, she's Yegritte, Yegritte's reincarnation!" Aunt Dani smiled triumphantly.

"Ah, this, this" Val was stunned.

"Didn't you say that Ygritte's soul returned to heaven and earth?" Jon doubted.

"Of course I have returned to heaven and earth. If Ygritte's soul enters the child's body, it is not reincarnation, but a possession. How could I do such a thing?"

"The reincarnation disk has been built?" Jon's heart moved.

"Not yet, the reincarnation disk will not only cleanse the soul, but also format the life imprint, but this child's life imprint is exactly the same as Ygritte.

No matter how strong the caste is, it is not as strong as the imprint of life. Therefore, although she has the blood of you and Val, she looks very similar to Yegritte. "

"You taught me how to face her in the future." Jon pulled his hair in distress.

"That's your business, either, you learn from Custer (the first ghost father of Quanyou); or, you happily hand her over to another man, hahahaha!"

This is a lifetime punishment, a lifetime debt.

Another 15 years, King's Landing, New Year's Day, the first day of Chinese New Year.

Once again a new king ascended the throne.

Another tourney to celebrate the new king's ascension to the throne.

Outside the king's gate, the people who put on new clothes on the first day of the new year were as dense as a forest.

From time to time, among the crowd, there was the crisp sound of spears breaking, accompanied by fierce shouts.

On the banks of the Heishui River, the spring is chilly, the river is clear and slow, and the isolated reflections of two gray-robed old monks, one tall and one short, can be vaguely seen on the river surface.

"There are a lot of people in King's Landing," said the short barefoot monk.

"A year ago in the census, the resident population of King's Landing was close to 30. Counting the farms within a hundred miles of land in the suburbs, it exceeded 50, which is almost the same as the number before Long Night." said the tall old monk with hemp shoes.

"It seems that the four seasons of the year are really better than the previous chaotic seasons." The barefoot monk said.

"It's also better than the extravagant long summer. Spring plowing and autumn harvesting, four seasons are orderly, work and get something, no work and no gain, leisure and busy, moderate work and rest, the world is peaceful!" said the tall old monk.

"Master Bolong, I didn't expect you to have such a brilliant idea, I admire you!" The short old monk cupped his hands.

"Master Tyrion, you are too polite. You gave up your wealth, wealth, beautiful wife and beautiful concubines, and walked the world barefoot for [-] years. Your favor spread to the most remote villages all over the world, and you built more than [-] holy light totem poles. The real merit is immeasurable. Ah!" Master Bronn exclaimed.

"I'm lonely, wandering around in the wild, and I can't compare to you studying in the holy hall during the day, having a dinner party full of children and grandchildren, blessings, wealth, longevity, and cultivation, the best of all four." The dwarf master shook his head and said.

"Hahaha, you just have too much desire. If you want to become a god, how can you do it without suffering?" Bronn laughed.

"One has to pursue something," said the dwarf.

"Yesterday on New Year's Eve, the new king invited the princes to have a New Year's Eve dinner. You came to King's Landing but didn't go to the Red Castle. Where did you spend your time?" Bronn asked concerned.

"When I passed by a village outside the city, I met a peasant girl. She saw me, a barefoot monk, who was lonely and pitiful, so she enthusiastically cooked a pot of dumplings stuffed with pork and cabbage for me. "The table full of delicacies in the Red Castle is not as good as it."

Bronn looked in surprise, saw his face was full of sincerity and praise, nodded and said: "Very good, you have reached the realm."

"My level-four peak priest must be higher than you, a level-three priest." The dwarf said lightly.

Bronn smiled and asked without arguing, "Have you seen King Aemon?"

"Aemon." The dwarf had a look of memory on his face, chewed on the name for a long time, shook his head and said, "I've never seen him before, how is he like?"

Bronn turned his head and raised his chin towards the tournament venue, "He's right there, why don't you go and see?
I don't know if he can repeat his father's achievements and win the crown of love and beauty for his fiancée. "

"If you look at it, you can only know its face, but it's hard to know its heart." The dwarf said.

Bronn thought for a while, and said: "He has a good personality. Although the Queen doesn't like this grandson very much, she still stays by her side and teaches him to grow up.

Among other things, he is the triple blessing of activating the human crown! "

"Only triple" the dwarf frowned.

"The blessing of the heavenly father, justice; the protection of the Holy Mother, kindness and love for the people; the armor of the warrior, brave and fearless. For the king, it is good enough." Polon said.

The dwarf nodded and asked again: "Aemon is Rhaegal's eldest son, why doesn't the Queen like him?"

"That kid is a bit like you. He is very flirtatious. At the age of 13, he fucked the belly of a court lady. The key is that the lady is the daughter of Marquis Yili. Do you remember Yili?"

"The queen's centaur maid," said the dwarf.

"It's her. Originally, the empress wanted him to marry the female officer, but the boy said that he didn't like her at all, and he couldn't help it just because the moonlight was so charming that night."
You said, is this a human language?

It's just like you back then. They say that your nephew is like an uncle, and Prince Lei Ge is not like you, but his son really is.Not only lustful, but also glib, flexible in brain and sharp in mouth. "

The corner of the dwarf's mouth twitched, "The empress let him go?"

"How is it possible?" Bronn's face twitched a few times, and he raised two fingers, "It's worth two hundred whips, no matter how much the princess cries for it, it's useless.

His skin was torn apart, his skin and eyes were blurred, and he lay on the bed for half a year.When Prince Aemon recovered from his injury, he was immediately sent to King's Landing as a backup king. "

"I'll see that kid later." The dwarf felt a little interested.

"Tyrion?" Suddenly, a group of knights who were about to return to their tents stopped, and an old man in golden lion armor galloped excitedly.

"It's really you!" Under the golden helmet, tears flowed down the wrinkles on his face,

"James, you." The dwarf couldn't help but stepped forward, looking at his blond and grey-haired brother, his eyes were moist, "You are old."

James jumped off his horse, gave him a thump, and said with a smile, "I'm seventy years old, can I not be old? Aren't you old too?

Gray hair, wrinkled face, and so thin, so dark, almost unrecognizable. "

"Uncle."

"Grandpa!"

Then another young knight led a four or five-year-old boy over to salute.

"It's Tywin!" Seeing that it was almost the handsome young man that James reappeared yesterday, the dwarf's 20-year penance was broken, and his big rough hand trembled, caressing his cheek.

"It's me, uncle." Tai Wen was a little embarrassed, but he didn't escape.

"Okay, good boy, it's already this big." The dwarf patted Tywin's shoulder on tiptoe, and looked at the little one to the side.

Poor little James.

"Hahaha, the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren are all carved out of the same mold." The dwarf laughed.

"You talk, I'm going back to the city first." Bronn left at the right time.

"Where have you been all these years?" James asked while hugging the dwarf.

"Wandering around, I have been to Westeros, Beyond the Great Wall, and Essos. I even went back to the West, only wandering in remote mountain villages."

"Why bother!" Looking at his brother's big black feet that looked like old bark, James felt very uncomfortable, "Your favorite thing to enjoy is now."

The dwarf raised his hand to interrupt him, and said with a smile, "I'm really fine. In the past 20 years, my heart has never been more peaceful."

"If you come back this time, don't leave again. I won't live for a few years. At least I won't be able to leave until I die and you die for me." James said sadly.

"Come on, Barristan is more than a hundred years old, so it's not the same as growing old?" The dwarf smiled and followed the knight team, walking towards Lannister's camp.

The knights all got off their horses, silently but curiously looking at the legendary little devil.

"Sir Barristan was the first paladin to break through to a demigod. After 500 years, he's still going strong. I'm not even a paladin, so how can I compare?" James shook his head and smiled wryly.

The dwarf's eyes flashed, and he said meaningfully: "Of course you can compare."

"James, in fact, I came back this time mainly for you."

After entering the tent, the dwarf asked Tywin to lead someone out of the door before carefully taking something out of his pocket and handing it to his brother.

"What." James opened the cloth bag, but saw a roll of parchment with golden runes shining on the surface.

"The Divine Comedy?" He looked at the dwarf in doubt.

"In the winter seven years ago, when I was sheltering from the rain under a banana tree in the barren hills, when I was drowsy and about to fall asleep, old Aemon came to me."

"Seven years ago? Old Aemon was dead by then." James asked strangely.

"Listen to me," the dwarf waved his hand, "he has long hair and beard, his hair and beard are all silvery white, and he wears a holy white robe, like a saint.

I asked him - why are you here?
He smiled and asked back - why are you here?
I said - I am practicing.

He laughed and shook his head, and said—the seven realms of the world, you only practice hard in the realm of the world, it’s too slow, let me help you.

After finishing speaking, he threw it casually, and a huge picture scroll fell down, covering my head and face. I seemed to see thousands of ghosts and the seven hells rushing towards me, and immediately woke up from the dream. "

"Are you dreaming?" James asked strangely.

The dwarf pointed to the sheepskin scroll, "When I woke up, I had this thing in my hands. Aemon should have reached a state that we cannot understand.

Alas, that old man was lucky to be canonized directly by my sister. "

Sighing, he explained again: "This "Divine Comedy" is a piece of poetry written by old Aemon after visiting hell, heaven, and the world, and getting countless inspirations from the undead."

"Old Aemon is a bachelor, and being able to write poetry is nothing. But this "Divine Comedy" records information about heaven and hell, and even contains the secret of sanctification. The old man is not bad, he did not forget me even after he died."

Hearing this, James immediately became curious, opened the scroll, and first saw "Hell Chapter: The First Floor of Hell, Eighteen Prisoners".
"Shua——" the endless golden light suddenly blinded him, and he seemed to come to a strange place in a daze, with hymns singing in his ears, and a dark and evil man in front of him. In front of the cross, a strong man with a height of three meters was laughing Grabbed the wailing man's tongue and pulled
"Jaime, come back!" The dwarf shouted.

The illusion in front of my eyes, the wailing, laughter and hymns in my ears all disappeared.

"I" James was at a loss.

"Read the words in "Divine Comedy", and your consciousness will follow into hell or heaven." The dwarf said.

"It's terrible!" James exclaimed.

"Essentially, it is still a poem, but the words become more intuitive pictures."

"What's the use of this thing?" James asked puzzled.

"It's not some magical secret record, just like ordinary books, it increases knowledge and life perception. In the final analysis, practice and mind cultivation are all a kind of perception."

Seeing that James was still in a daze, the dwarf rewrapped the parchment, "You still don't understand it now. When you become a paladin, you should have a different feeling when you read "The Divine Comedy."

"Perhaps at that time, you will be able to meet the person you should have left behind long ago but you have never been able to forget. Brother, I hope this "Divine Comedy" can help you start a new life." He said meaningfully.

"I'm in my 70s. I've seen the end of my life. What new life is there? Besides, I'm not a paladin." James smiled wryly.

"Tywin even has a son, why don't you quickly convert to the Holy Mother? Even if you are not as good as Barristan and old Aemon, you only live to be a hundred years old, and you still have more than 20 years to live!"

"Actually, I'm preparing to join the Holy Church." James laughed, "I've already agreed with Lancel that after attending the wedding of Scar Aemon, I will become a monk in the Great Holy Cathedral and be his apprentice. "

"Scar Aemon? What a bad name." The dwarf bared his teeth.

"You'll understand when you've seen him."

The dwarf nodded, "I'll go find him later."

"Remember, "The Divine Comedy" can only be read by yourself, and you can tell the content of the poem to outsiders, but you must not let others see its true content.

Some things are obviously created out of good intentions, but once they fall into the hands of evil-minded people, they will turn into the most terrifying magic weapon. "He said solemnly.

"Well, I remember."

The Lannisters had lunched together, and the dwarf bid them farewell.

"Westeros and Essos, I have traveled all over, and I will go to Sossos next.

There are many natives living in the wilderness. I want to save them and use the light of the Seven Gods to cleanse the savages of their smell and savagery.

Don't worry about me, there may be a story of "dwarf turning into a beard" in the future "Seven Stars Bible".

James, take care!Tywin, little Tyrion, grandpa will pray for you every day! "

The dwarf left as soon as he said, very simply.

But before leaving, he also went to the Red Keep and saw the "Scar" Aemon who was said to be very similar to him.

As James said, after meeting him, he immediately understood why he had such a nickname.

The kid was hacked several times by his cousin and father-in-law, directly on the face and head, and the scars left were still cursed-never healed, and when Ygritte was sad, the wounds would open.

Uh, after Aemon was assigned to King's Landing, he traveled to the north and was warmly received by his cousin, and then he stole his cousin's daughter.

Val was very pleased with his son-in-law, but old father-in-law Jon was almost mad.

"Hahaha, you have guts, you really look like me!" The dwarf laughed.

Another three years later.

Hot summer.

Outside the Cathedral of Baelor.

"Are you coming to the church to pray?" James looked at the still tall, ugly, and gentle-eyed female knight with a complicated expression.

"I want to join the Warrior's Sons too," Brienne whispered.

"You have long been a holy white knight blessed by the Holy Mother," James said.

"I think." Brienne's round face was slightly flushed.

She bit her caterpillar-like plump lips, summoned up her courage, and said, "James, I've been thinking about it for many years, and I finally want to understand one thing, the glory of knights, the approval of the Dragon Queen, and the respect countless people have for the Iron Guards." Appreciation is not what I really want, me."

"I found that the days when I escorted you to King's Landing and spent time with you are the most memorable memories in my life.

When you were in Casterly Rock, I could still hold back my thoughts, but in the past three years since you came to the Great Cathedral, as long as I stood on the top of the Red Castle tower, I couldn't help but look in the direction of the Holy Light Tower.

Me, I can't help it.

You are in your 70s, and I am also in my [-]s. Maybe I can live for more than ten years, decades, but I am afraid that when I get older, I will not have the energy to say and do these things. I don’t want to do anything, I just hope Seeing you every day, we can practice martial arts together, and say vespers under the statue of the Virgin, that's enough. "

James' eyes turned red, and he felt an inexplicable impulse.

"No, not enough!" He took a step forward and took her big rough hand, "We can still live for more than ten years, or even decades, and we still have time to do things that we couldn't do before."

"What's the matter?" Brienne's big eyes were filled with anticipation and confusion.

"Let all the rules go to the ghosts, let's get married first, and then go to the end of the world with a sword, see the beautiful scenery of the world, see the customs of various places, and eat all kinds of traditional delicacies!
I'm tired of staying in Westeros, let's go find Tyrion.He is also a monk, let him officiate the wedding for us! " James said excitedly.

"Okay, let the rules go to the ghosts!" Brienne shed two lines of tears, laughed and pulled out the Oathkeeper Sword, threw it on the ground, and then tore off the white robe behind her.

"Om—" The golden rune between her brows flickered, and the seal of the paladin shattered.

"Hahaha!" James also took off the colorful striped cloak of the Warrior's Son, lifted the seal of the Paladin of Sea Consciousness, and hugged the tall woman with a big smile.

The two hugged each other like hugging the whole world.

　At the end of the text, I will write a side story, mainly introducing Dani's changes to the world and the process of the world's ascension.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)