Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 450 The whole city is on alert

The former Temple of Grace, today's Temple of Light, is a pyramid-themed complex.

The pyramid here is not as tall as Dany's Great Pyramid, but the top platform is wider.

Clear swimming pool, red rose garden, lilac small vineyard, blue olive grove, white laurel bushes

A woman in red tulle is posing on the stone steps in front of the swimming pool, waiting for the guests to choose.

There are joyful sounds of men and women everywhere in the garden, such as the sound of silk and bamboo, the sound of orchestral strings, the sound of drinking and punching, and even the low-pitched screams that make people think.

Tyrion stood at the gate of the garden, looking like a general returning from battle, loudly said to Aegon who was stunned by the side: "Now, do you know the real purpose of bringing you here?"

"I won't thank you," Aegon said stubbornly.

"Children can't be taught," Tyrion shook his head and sighed, "How can you become a veteran in the battlefield without going through battles, big or small? How can you tell true love from fake love if you don't know all kinds of women?

If I had the experience I have now, at least I could immediately recognize James' lies. "

"How to tell?" Aegon asked in a daze.

Tyrion patted him on the back and said in a complicated tone: "Do you know how to tell the difference between new shoes and old shoes?

It's a pity that I have been in a daze all these years, and I have only figured out such a simple question until now.

Now, you don't have to go through all the vicissitudes to get my advanced experience, just have fun! "

Then, the dwarf strode into the Garden of Desires, opened his arms, and shouted: "Dear sisters, I, Lord Wildfire, have come to ask you for vespers again!"

"Ah, Lord Wildfire, choose me, choose me."

"General Wildfire, burn my passion with your green flame!"

The Sequoia nuns on the steps waved and cheered one by one.

"Who is this dwarf, and why is it so popular?" A sea merchant in the garden asked in confusion.

"This is General Wildfire, the hero who specially prepared wildfire for the queen." A red nun beside him said.

"Big hero?" Haishang became more and more confused.

"Wildfire was prepared for the allied forces, and if he didn't pay attention, he failed the test of Wildfire and immediately died. What is it not a hero? We have to take good care of General Wildfire before he dies."

"Uh" Haishang's face twisted.

An hour later, in Tyrion's little game, Aegon was badly defeated.

"Ah—" Not long after, a nun yelled in horror in the Lust Garden.

The nun is a blue nun during the day, and at night she puts on a red veil and enters the garden of lust.

"Ahh—" Tyrion cried out in horror after a moment.

"Ahhh—" little Aegon yelled in desperation.

"Ahhhhhhhh——" The Garden of Desires was shrouded in fear, with nuns and benefactors running around screaming.

Dany was woken up in her sleep, and after waking up, she ordered the Unsullied to take a group of people to the top of the pyramid.

The sky is bright, and standing on the pyramid, you can see the gray sea fog covering the city like cotton candy, and the golden morning glow lively splashing on the indigo sky in the far east.

The cool sea breeze stirred the sea of ​​mist and caressed Danni's cheeks, shaking her spirits.

"what happened?"

Little Aegon and Tyrion were disheveled and slumped on the armchairs, four or five meters away from the crowd, with blankets wrapped around their bodies.

Clinton's face was serious, his eyes flickering.

The sorrow on Grazida's face almost turned into water, dripping down her chin.

"Your Majesty, there is gray blight in the city!" she wailed.

"What, gray blight? Is there a mistake?"

Before Dany could react, old Aemon jumped up.

"Yes, Lord Wildfire has been infected by the gray blight, Prince Aegon probably." The green maiden hesitated, her expression tangled.

"Woo--" Aegon cried out suddenly, desolately.

"Seven Hells, Aegon, are you infected too?"

Old Emon's face was pale and his body was crumbling.

"Wuuuu, I'm probably infected by the little devil." Aegon cried desperately with tears streaming down his face, "Seven Gods, this is the first time I have experienced such a tragedy. If I knew it would happen, I would kill you I'm not going with the little devil either."

"What first time?" Aemon asked curiously.

"Prince Aegon and General Wildfire went to the Garden of Lust last night," said the old saint.

Under the reproachful eyes of Clinton and old Aemon, Tyrion sighed: "I am purely out of kindness, the little prince is 17 years old.

In Westeros, you have experienced "proper" aristocratic education, and you should understand this better than me. "

"You can find a maid." Clinton suppressed his anger.

"In the queen's palace, looking for the queen's maid?" Tyrion asked mockingly.

"It's not a big deal to go to the Garden of Lust." Dany waved her hand and asked doubtfully, "First explain clearly how the gray blight came about."

Of course she knew about gray blight.

Gray blight is similar to greyscale in symptoms, only the degree of damage is different.

Strictly speaking, greyscale is not terrible, and it is difficult to be infected without touching the lesion on the body.

But greyscale can evolve into gray blight with a very high transmission coefficient.

A simple analogy can be made. Greyscale is the common cold, and gray blight is a virus-mutated full rice (?) influenza.

Dany wasn't too alarmed, though.

——She does not believe that there is a virus that can infect the Unburned.

"Wildfire General was infected with the gray blight, but he didn't know it. As a result, when he was performing the fifth form of the spring song with Goldie, Goldie noticed black and gray spots on his inner thighs."

"Your Majesty, Goldie is an outstanding Sister Blue!" the old saint emphasized.

There used to be saints of seven colors in the Holy Grace Temple, the green saint was the pope, the red saint was a holy prostitute, the white saint was a noble virgin who went to the temple as an intern, and the blue saint was a healer.

There are also pink saints, golden saints, and purple saints (the saints who serve the Dragon King of Valyria) who have lost their actual meaning.

Dany saw that the "seven" of the seven saintesses was compatible with the seven gods, so she kept this saintess system, and redefined the pink saints as singing and dancing priests, the golden saints as the secretary, and the purple saint as the silent sisters. duty.

This Goldie also knows medical skills, and also masters seven spring cry techniques.

To be a doctor during the day and to go to the Lust Garden for legal and reasonable entertainment at night is a talent!

"Are you sure it's gray blight?" Dany asked.

The symptoms of gray blight and greyscale are similar, and it is difficult to judge if it does not spread on a large scale.

"I've never been touched by a gray scale patient, so it must be gray blight. Only gray blight can spread through the air, and I was infected unknowingly." Tyrion said desperately.

"No, not necessarily." Clinton said suddenly.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have kept it from you."

Sighing, he took off the deerskin glove on his right hand, revealing his gray and black spotted palm.

The upper half of the middle finger has even completely petrified into gray.

"what!"

Tyrion was stunned for a moment, then suddenly jumped up, pointed at Connington, and roared with grief and indignation:

"It was you, who gave me greyscale! The last time you tested wildfire bombs in the brickyard, you grabbed my old X with this hand, seven hells! Jon Connington, you are so vicious. "

"Didn't I keep asking you if you felt it?" Clinton argued awkwardly.

"Bastard, tell me you're sick!" Tyrion cried.

"I" Clinton was dumbfounded.

"When did you get greyscale, ser?" Dany asked.

Clinton glanced at Tyrion, who was very angry, and sighed: "About four months ago, in the heartbroken collar. Tyrion was dragged into the river by stone men, and I followed him to save him. In the middle, it was pinched in the hand."

The look of anger froze on Tyrion's face.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" he asked in a low voice.

Clinton smiled wryly and shook his head: "So what can I say? Greyscale cannot be cured, it is a terminal illness! The curse has entered my blood and is flowing all over my body.

Cutting off the right hand has only a very small chance of curing the disease, but the right hand is my dominant hand.

And I'll help Prince Aegon take down the Iron Throne.

At the time, I didn't know about the queen's oath to 'end the long night' and that she had been to Westeros.

I thought that the queen would marry the prince immediately, and then ride a dragon to Pentos, unite with the fleet prepared by the Golden Company and Illyrio, and take back the Iron Throne first.

That way, Prince Aegon will be King of the Seven Kingdoms, and even if Her Majesty's career in Slaver's Bay fails, she can return home."

"As long as I help Targaryen restore the country within two years, and let me redeem myself from the failure of the Battle of the Bells, I will return to Griffin's Roost, and die in the redwood forest where I first met Prince Rhaegar."

The audience was silent, and everyone had complicated emotions. They looked at Clinton without any blame or resentment.

Dany sighed in her heart, this is a real knight, just like Barristan, White Bull, and Dawn Excalibur, the "old version" knights.

The mad king is so crazy, why are there so many honorary knights with noble morals under his rule?

Old Aemon breathed a sigh of relief, and said slowly: "As long as it's not the gray blight, it's not a big problem. Immediately isolate those who have had 'close' contact with Tyrion, and poke the part he touched with a knife, If uh!"

The old man's expression was distorted, and he couldn't continue speaking.

"Seven gods, General Wildfire has been going to the Garden of Desires almost every night these days, and most of the girls are with him, and our girls are even picking up guests." The green goddess looked desperate.

"Aegon, didn't you just go today?" Aemon asked expectantly.

"woooooo"

After being called by old Aemon, the little prince who had been sitting dazedly woke up again and started crying.

"The little devil invited me to play a game, I, I couldn't help it, participated, woo woo woo"

what game?

Dany wanted to ask.

"Don't worry, our Targaryen blood contains strength and is very resistant to curses. There are almost no people infected with greyscale in history." Old Aemon comforted Aegon.

This is real.

The genes of the Valyrians are all optimized, and they hardly have a cold or fever.

Valyrians are completely immune to many diseases that common people contract.

But there are two prerequisites here: first, the blood is "pure" enough; second, there are dragons!

"Stannis' daughter has Targaryen blood too, but she still has greyscale," Dany said.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Hearing this, Aegon cried even harder.

"Shirene is different from Aegon. Shirene is three generations behind Princess Lei Lei, but Aegon is your nephew with the purest blood."

Aegon stopped crying and looked eagerly at Aunt Dany.

"Your Excellency the Green Maiden, immediately close the Garden of Lust and conduct the most thorough investigation; Gray Worm, suspend the trip to Meereen.

The [-] Unsullied and the [-] trainees all mobilized, sealed off the entire city, went door-to-door according to the household registration book, took off all their clothes, and checked one by one.

Remember, all Unsullied must wear leather armor, gloves and a mask"

Speaking of this, Dany turned her head and asked Aemon, "How to kill the virus, um, curse?"

(End of this chapter)