Chapter 331 Gujis
"Of course you."
Barristan said without hesitation, "You are the last direct bloodline of Targaryen and the first heir to the Iron Throne. This is irrefutable."
Daenerys seemed dissatisfied with this answer, and asked:
"I mean, if you don't look at bloodlines, but just look at ability, who is more suitable?"
Barristan sighed secretly.
He knew that Caesar might have made clear to the queen his ambition for the Iron Throne.
Barristan also understands that Caesar's behavior will not dispel Daenerys' love for him, but will make her sink even more.
This is the irresistible nature of women, they are eager to be conquered.
No. That's the nature of a woman, not a queen.
Barristan tries to give himself confidence.
It is the little girl in Daenerys' heart who falls in love with Caesar, not the queen.
Prince Rhaegar Targaryen fell in love with Lady Lyanna Stark, and thousands of innocent people died for it. Daemon Blackfyre fell in love with another Daenerys, and rebelled if he couldn't marry her. "Cold Iron" and "Blood Raven" fell in love with "Ocean Heart" Xirui at the same time, and the blood of the Seven Kingdoms flowed into rivers for this. Prince Dragonfly fell in love with Jeyne of Wild Rock City, and even gave up the crown for her, while Westeros took the mountain of corpses as a dowry.
It can be seen that the love of a king is poison.
Daenerys' love for Caesar is also poison. Slower than honey locusts, but just as deadly.
Barristan gradually understood his mission—
He must kill the little girl in Daenerys' heart and make her queen!
When she climbed to the pinnacle of power and looked down on Caesar, the admiration for the strong will surely dissipate.
"If succession to the throne depends on ability, then Westeros will definitely be bloodshed." Ser Barristan said in a deep voice, "Every ambitious lord will not admit that others are 'more capable' than himself .”
Daenerys is silent.
Barristan said again: "Therefore, the king's succession can only be determined by the gods. Since you are the only living heir of His Majesty Aerys II, the Iron Throne must belong to you."
Hearing her father's name, Daenerys heard what Caesar said last night again, so she couldn't help asking:
"Is my father really crazy?"
Barristan hesitated, then nodded:
"Yes. House Targaryen has always been on the verge of madness. Your father was not the first. King Jaehaerys once told me that madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin, and that whenever a Targaryen is born, all God will toss the coin into the air, and the world will watch with bated breath as it falls."
Jaehaerys is Daenerys' grandfather. The old knight knew all about the origins of House Targaryen.
After a moment of silence, she said:
"So, what about me? Am I crazy or great?"
My father was crazy, my brother was crazy, and Daenerys suddenly began to doubt herself.
"You are not crazy." Ser Barristan said firmly, "You have a great heart, just like Prince Rhaegar once."
Prince Rhaegar is her brother who has never been masked. Before she was born, he died under the hammer of the Reaver.
But even so, almost everyone praised him.
"Really?" Daenerys' eyes brightened, "Will I be a great queen?"
"You will. I never doubted it."
The words of the old knight gave Daenerys unprecedented confidence.
"I've decided." Daenerys said, "I'm going to liberate Yunkai and Meereen. Barristan, organize my army, and we'll start before dark!"
"Your Majesty, are you going to take all the Unsullied?"
"The Unsullied is jointly owned by Caesar and I, I shouldn't take his half." Daenerys said.
Daenerys stood on the top of the pyramid and looked down, a bronze star shone under the city wall—
That was the light of the rising sun on the spikes of the Unsullied Helm.
Caesar, I want to prove it to you.
I can be a queen!
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The sky began to rain heavily.
Samwell rode a white dragon, chasing the trail of the Harpy all the way south.
Below him are endless brown mountains and dry and scorched wasteland.
Samwell knew that he had entered the territory of the Gughis Empire.
After the fall of the ancient Ghis Empire, Valyria's Dragonlords sprinkled every inch of its land with salt, sulfur, and dead bones to ensure that this ancient empire would not revive.
So, now this place has become a dead zone.
The harpy is still fleeing south, as if tireless.
While Cleopatra was already struggling, Samwell could feel the exhaustion of the white dragon.
This chasing and fleeing game has lasted for two days and two nights, and Samwell himself is too tired, let alone the white dragon that has been flying all the time.
Doesn't that harpy need to eat, drink, or rest?
If so, the chase is doomed to fail.
Just when Samwell was hesitating whether to give up, the Harpy in front suddenly swooped down.
Below is a city shrouded in black fog. The fog is so deep that only the outline of the city can be vaguely seen.
This place is on the verge of the Bay of Sorrows, where the ash-like sea turns a corner, forming a natural and excellent haven.
Samwell suddenly realized that this might be the capital of the ancient Ghis Empire.
The white dragon followed the figure of the harpies, and also began to dive.
As the distance from the ground gets closer, the fog gets thicker.
Soon, Samwell lost sight of the Harpy in his field of vision.
Could this be her plan to escape?
Samwell realized something was wrong, and immediately let the white dragon ascend to the sky again.
After getting rid of the dense fog, the vision returned to clarity.
Samwell scanned the surroundings cautiously, but found no trace of the Harpy.
It seems that the other party has really entered the city.
Samwell was not in a hurry to go down, but let the white dragon hover over the city until it was confirmed that the harpies did not escape through the thick fog, and then let the white dragon descend again.
However, this time he did not enter the city, but found a beach with a wide view by the sea to settle down.
Although the Valyrians destroyed the territory of the Gughis Empire, they obviously couldn't destroy the nearby sea.
Samwell took the white dragon to catch some fish, shrimps and crabs in the sea, roasted them with dragon flames, filled his stomach, and took a rest by the way, before heading towards the city shrouded in thick fog .
Soon, he saw the city gate facing the sea. The gate opening was deep and dark, with gusts of cold wind constantly blowing out.
For a moment, Samwell thought he had come to the North, not Guggis in the Land of Long Summer.
The closer you get to the city, the thicker the fog. When you reach the gate of the city, you can only see things ten steps away.
Flying in such a field of view is a dangerous thing.
Samwell simply jumped off the back of the dragon, walked side by side with Cleopatra, and walked into the city gate.
The hundred-foot-high majestic city gate is like the mouth of an abyss, swallowing a man and a dragon.
(end of this chapter)