Chapter 251 The King of a Foreign Country
The Shy Girl docked quietly, like a girl with a dancing skirt. It swayed with the river water and bumped into the shore from time to time, making a heavy knocking sound.
There was a basket hanging on the crook of the nun's arm, which contained a change of clothes. Her long brown hair was blowing in the wind, as if she was walking on water.
The sound of whistles came from the deck of the Shy Maid and from the wooden piles in the river port. The sailors on the ship whistled desperately, like a competition, trying to attract the nun's attention.
Sister Lemore likes to bathe in the river, just like the devout nuns sung in the Seven Stars Bible, she washes away the dirt in the world and leaves her purity to the Seven Gods.
Lemore raised his eyes and glanced at the deck. There was a burst of cheers from the Shy Maid. All the sailors thought that the nun was looking at them and showed off to the people around them.
"Lady Lemore serves the Seven Gods, and such teasing is not a good idea."
There is obvious resentment in these words, but also immaturity and recklessness.
The speaker walked to the edge of the deck and looked at Lemore with his dark blue eyes, who was about to board the ship. His long eyelashes blinked. His clothes were clean and tidy, but his standard was the same as that of the surrounding sailors. He Stay quietly around the sailor, surrounded by noise and noise.
If others saw him, they would probably see him as a sailor with outstanding appearance and a cleanliness. Although he looked tall, his teenage face told him that his body was not fully developed and he could be taller and stronger.
Long blue-purple hair is rare, but for sailors who are used to seeing all kinds of people, this is not surprising.
Sister Lemore glanced at him twice, then stepped onto the deck without saying anything.
"Little Griffin, your father is looking for you."
The nun approached him, and the sailors around him consciously moved out of the way. The previous joking and teasing in their eyes could not be seen, and their eyes were filled with awe of the gods.
Most of the sailors were godly, and Little Griffin thought to himself that the life of sailing was rich in rewards, but maybe a small wave could wipe out all the previous preparations and efforts.
Ms. Lemore is a teacher of her own faith, a believer in the Seven Gods, and a devout nun, so she is naturally respected by the sailors.
Little Griffin left the deck and walked toward the cabin of the Shy Maid.
Pushing open the door of the cabin, a simple sheepskin map was placed on a small table. The person in front of the table was lighting a candle with a match. Suddenly the room became brighter, and the light of the candle illuminated the sheepskin map. Little Griffin took a closer look, and sure enough, there was another picture of a marching formation.
"What is this?" Little Griffin asked.
The father stroked the map, feeling the material of the sheepskin, "What's new in Westeros."
When the word Westeros came out of his father's mouth, little Griffin's pupils dilated obviously. He swallowed and asked, "What is it?"
Father stared at the map, "Illyrio handed it to me, a map of the confrontation between the two armies."
"Which two armies..." Little Griffin regretted it as soon as he said it. His father hoped to use this to test whether he had learned anything from Halton in vain.
The map is easy to read, and the flag of the Westeros family is clearly visible in it.
Among them, three flags were the most conspicuous, and Little Griffin pointed at them.
The silver-gray direwolf, "the Stark of the North,"
Silver trout jumping on the red and blue striped bottom, "Tully of the Riverlands,"
And... Little Griffin pointed to the largest flag of the other army formation, the blue and white crescent falcon, "Arryn of the Vale."
"The Battle of the Red Comet," my father deliberately lowered his voice, but it was still loud in the cabin, "House Arryn wiped out most of the Stark and Tully armies, captured Robb Stark, and captured Riverrun. One country annexes two territories..."
Little Griffin frowned, "This is not in line with the tradition of the kingdom..."
"The Targaryens are no longer in power, let alone the kingdom's traditions?" The father glanced at little Griffin.
"When did it happen?" "A long time ago, before we reached the north end of the River Lorne."
"Ah," Little Griffin said casually, "What is Westeros like now?"
The father looked at little Griffin, "The dilemma of the Iron Throne has just ended. Stannis has been captured, and the three families of Griffin and Eagle are in charge. It looks like the situation is great."
"What should we do?" Little Griffin was obviously not satisfied with the answer. "Are Illyrio and Varys just going to pave the way for us?"
My father was silent after hearing this. He stared at the map for a long time before speaking out, "Illyrio is hiding something from us. He and Spider didn't tell me many details."
There was an impatience in Little Griffin's eyebrows, and his eyes were a little purple in the cabin with only candlelight. "What are they hiding from us? What do they want to hide from the king?"
The father's body stagnated in place, and he looked at Little Griffin.
"Your Majesty," his title became respectful, "Illyrio wants to use this picture to warn us."
"What's the warning?" Little Griffin kept saying this, eager to know the answer.
"Attis Arryn," the "father" in front of him didn't look like a father, but bowed his head respectfully like a courtier. "He is now more dangerous in Westeros than Tywin Lannister." Characters.”
Little Griffin hesitated for a moment and asked: "Will he be loyal to me..."
"His father, Jon Arryn, was the first to raise the flag of rebellion."
"How is the military strength?"
"He sits on two of the seven kingdoms."
Little Griffin hesitantly raised his fists, "What can Spider do?"
"This is what I'm confused about," "Father" frowned slightly, "Illyrio was vague and didn't tell me how to deal with this new star of the kingdom."
Little Griffin looked down at the map on the chopping board, and in his mind came the image of the Valley Army defeating the Wolffish Alliance, with Attis Arryn charging forward, wielding a long sword.
"Your Majesty?"
Little Griffin raised his head and said, "Sir Clinton, put away your doubts and let the spider deal with his web in peace. We don't have to worry about it. There are more important things to do."
There was a flash of astonishment in Sir Clinton's eyes, and he nodded slightly, "I will bear in mind, Your Majesty."
Little Griffin walked out of the cabin and saw the narrow space, humid air, and dirty surface. Even though he had long been accustomed to these, the unwillingness in his heart always surged ashore like a tide, shattering his self-comfort into pieces.
I should not continue to stay here. I take the name of the Conqueror and will soon hold the "Black Fire" of the Conqueror. I should not continue to use the alias "Little Griffin". I am a Targaryen and I am Aegon Targaryen. Gillian is destined to conquer the Seven Kingdoms and save the civilians!
And Jon Clinton, who taught him military strategy, should not continue to live here. He should return to his fiefdom, Eagle's Nest. He should serve as Prime Minister of the Seven Kingdoms and his own Hand of the King...
Little Aegon clenched his fists. The future of too many people depended on his life, and he could not continue to let the vultures vying for carrion to roam Westeros.
A picture has emerged in his mind, holding a black fire sword, sitting on the Iron Throne, conquering the Seven Kingdoms, and ascending the throne as king...
"Plop!" Something wet suddenly appeared on little Aegon's face. He came to his senses, and a fishy smell hit his nostrils.
"Sorry, sorry, little Griffin, damn these fish!" The sailor hurriedly lowered his head to collect the white and tender pieces of fish that fell on the deck.
Little Aegon was stunned for a moment and stared at the deck.
(End of chapter)