Trembling all over, nervous with a glimmer of hope, my heart almost jumping out of my throat...... How many years has Petyr not experienced this feeling?

Reason said that he cared so much about the Queen's well-being because she was his only hope of returning to Westeros, but subconsciously a voice said, no, more than that.

It has been twenty years since Caitlin Tully lost a duel with Brandon Stark and was expelled by the Tully family. He believed that he was already hard-hearted and would no longer be afraid of anyone, but Daenerys had such a magical power that could make the impossible possible.

Littlefinger instinctively stood on tiptoe and stared wide, eager to pour all his strength into his eyes just to see if there was a queen on the back of the black beast.

The black dragon had grown much older than it had been three and a half months earlier, and Petyr was hardly sure if it was the Queen's Draugen. At this moment, it had flown a hundred meters away from the terrace, and an elegant head raised, tail flicked, and leaned on its side, and began to circle around the top of the pyramid.

The sky was clear, the sky was cloudless, and on the dark back of the black dragon, a mass of white silk scarf-like objects glittered in direct sunlight - it was the silver hair of the Targaryen family!

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The appearance of the black dragon quickly attracted the attention of all the queen's followers in the city and in the pyramid, and five or six central figures of Meereen's new ruling structure quickly gathered on the terrace. As they watched with ecstasy, Drogen's circle and circle, announcing his return to the city, his wings flapped in the wind, and he landed on the clearing at the edge of the terrace with a light light that did not fit his body at all, bowing his head and lying on the ground obediently—and the slender figure, familiar to everyone, stepped on the "staircase" that the black dragon had deliberately created with the roots and sides of his body, and descended smoothly to the stone floor of the terrace.

Daenerys didn't seem to have the ability to "get tanned", the sun shone so brightly that her skin was as white as ever, and her face was indescribably beautiful, and the fatigue of the long journey could not hide the queen's unbelievable beauty. After staring at her for a moment, Petyr swallowed all the complaints and doubts.

The queen did gradually begin to accept and respect herself, but she was far from liking and pampering, she was just a staff member and senior adviser, and she must put herself in the right place.

"Welcome back, Your Majesty, and the whole of Meereen is looking forward to you. ”

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Moments later, Daenerys was in the small hall in the middle and upper floors of the pyramid, attending the Imperial Council that she had been absent from dozens of times.

To be precise, it should be the enlarged meeting of the Imperial Front - there is less familiar people at the small round table, but there are a few more unfamiliar faces.

"Where's Dario?" Daenerys asked subconsciously, looking around.

Petyr frowned, this was a meeting of great significance, but the queen asked her lover about her mistress at the beginning, which was really embarrassing. He replied truthfully, "I sent him to the east of the city to protect our trade routes with the Lazarins. Make sure your people are well fed and clothed. ”

"I hope he'll be up to the task. "Let's hope it's not a dangerous job, Daenerys thought. She also vaguely sensed that her words and deeds were inappropriate, so she quickly changed the topic: "These new friends are ...... again"

"They are Iron Warriors from the Iron Isles, thousands of miles away, who have sailed to welcome you back to Westeros. Petyr disliked the pirates as much as most of the Seven Kingdoms, but that didn't change the fact that they had done a great job in the war: "During the Battle of Meereen last month, they launched a surprise attack on the Yuankai navy from Slaver's Bay, and after landing, attacked the enemy's flank, greatly reducing the pressure on the Unsullied to attack from the front. In addition, the smoked ham, salted pork, and bacon brought by the merchant ships in their fleet also slightly relieved the pressure of your people in Meereen City to not have enough to eat. ”

"We bought it on our way from Westeros. The stout representative of the Iron Fleet said with a proud expression and emphasized the way of the transaction: "Pay the 'iron money'." ”

Iron money? Daenerys, who had already learned a rough idea of the customs of Westeros from Little Finger, shook her head secretly, but she also understood that as a beneficiary, she really didn't have a more serious position.

If Petyre's description of the Iron Islanders gave Daenerys an initial -10 opinion of the Iron Islanders, the rude demeanor of the man in front of her and the look in her face made her -10 again. However, the Iron Fleet was "the first formation to come from Westeros to join them" - this alone gave them 50 favorability points at once - although the title was long added with "Queen of the Andals, Roynars, and the Ancestors", even Daenerys herself understood that it was just a self-soothing and spiritual victory, Westeros...... Not many people really look forward to returning.

And the appearance of this group of iron people filled this vacancy and greatly enhanced Daenerys's confidence in the future.

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"This lord, dare to ask what to call it. Daenerys made as friendly a look as she could, smiling and asking softly.

"I'm not an adult, Her Majesty can call me 'Barber' Newt, and when I was younger, I was a good hand at throwing axes, and I could even throw axes to shave and shave people's heads, so people gave me this nickname. The sailor replied, then angrily stood up and pointed at the other man beside him: "Besides, I must expose this demon to you at once!

Another sailor also stood up, angrily claiming that the wizard beside him should not have appeared at the meeting, but should have been immediately stoned and thrown into Slaver's Bay as a sacrifice to the drowning god.

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"I told Mistress Greyjoy that he didn't need to blow the horn himself, but he decided to take the risk. He was a warrior and paid the price for his bravery. ”

The man accused of being a demon defends himself in the loud and standard Westeros lingua franca - Daenerys has long noticed him. He had traveled half of the continent of Essos, but he had never seen a figure like him: he was a head taller than Dario, his waist was more than three times as wide as the latter, his belly bulged enough to fit his curled up, and his face was covered with a tangled bone-white beard, like the sideburns of an albino lion.

His skin was black—not the pinecone brown of the Midsummer Archipelago, not the reddish-brown of King Dothrakma, but pure black. Blacker than coal, darker than obsidian, blacker than crow's wings...... He looked like he had been burned by fire, Daenerys thought. The red tattoos on his cheeks and forehead resemble flames, and a newly changed red robe makes it clear that he is a cultist of the Red God.

"Quibble, you must have used evil magic to manipulate Captain Victorion's mind before he would do such a foolish thing that bordered on his own death!"

"A few friends. Petyr coughed and interrupted the argument between the newcomers in displeasure: "I don't quite understand the details of your conflict, but I have to kindly remind you that this is in Her Majesty's conference room, and this is the first time you have seen her." ”

These words blocked their mouths at once, and the two iron people who had already stood up glared at the red-robed monk with fire in their eyes, and sat down stupidly. The latter, on the other hand, sat at the table from beginning to end, as if the two did not exist, and only looked at Daenerys with interest.

Daenerys knew very well how attractive her beauty was to men, but the red-robed monk looked at her with no lust in her eyes, but as if she was looking at a rare treasure, full of enthusiasm and joy. This made her feel a little uncomfortable, but for some reason, there was no sign of touching the sleeping dragon in her heart - she couldn't get angry.

The queen moved slightly in her chair and took the initiative to ask, "Those two are members of the Iron Fleet, so ...... Your Excellency, why are you here, and why are you at odds with them?"

"In Nizhny Machiro, as you can see, from the Temple of the Red of Valantis, is a faithful devotee of the Lord of Light. I have been appointed by the High Priest Bennero to provide guidance and assistance to you, the Child of Prophecy. The black-skinned giant puffed up his chest and looked solemn: "The long night is dark, and everywhere is sinister. A pair of evil eyes are staring at you unaware, and you are in danger of being overthrown by the unspeakable servants of the gods...... And to the west of Essos, in the land where you were born, an iron chair destined to belong to you awaits the return of your king, a final battle destined to be won by you, and in the most dangerous of the far north, the mightiest follower you can make, one of the three heads of the dragon, is shouldering the responsibility that should belong to you, struggling to support the line of defense that protects us all, and desperately needs your support. You don't have much time left, you have to seize every minute and get to where you should be as soon as possible!"

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Bennero's disappearance after coming ashore is quite unusual, and he represents the belief of the Red God, which is powerful in many free trade city-states, which is why Petyr allowed him to meet the queen in the first place - but if he had known that he had met Daenerys to make such a typical alarmist, bluffing remarks, he would have ordered the Unsullied to strictly prohibit him from entering the pyramids.

But it was too late to scold him on the spot, and the queen's hand had to frown, hoping that the young girl she was assisting would not be fooled so easily.

"Thank you for your warnings and advice. Daenerys' response pleased Littlefinger - she looked politely at the other two people, "Your Excellency, and your companion...... I don't want to hide my joy and gratitude at seeing you come all the way to help. Can you explain who you are talking about Captain Victarion, and what happened between you?"

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The two ironmen looked at each other, and finally Newt, the "Barber", spoke: "Back to Her Majesty the Queen—two years ago, Balon Greyjoy, the lord of the Iron Islands, who rose up against the Baratheon Raiders, died unexpectedly. At the beheof of the Drowning God, we have reopened the ancient Elective Council to determine the leader of the successor. Eventually, Euron Greyjoy won the support of the Iron Folk and regained his ascension to the Seastone Throne. ”

"His Majesty hates the debauchers and their younger brothers, who rule either debaucherily or brutally, and has always remembered the peace and stability of the Seven Kingdoms during the Targaryen dynasty. So as soon as I heard the news that you were in Slaver's Bay, he sent his brother, Victor Grayjoy, the Grand Captain of the Iron Fleet, to lead us to Slaver's Bay to welcome Her Majesty back. Another sailor answered, "The Iron Folk are doing everything they can to drain the power of the two False Kings, Stannis and False Aegon, and their supporters, and are secretly ready to wait for your return to Westeros to raise an army for you - to reclaim the Iron Throne and avenge the usurpation and annihilation." ”

"Touching loyalty, but please wait. Littlefinger naturally easily figured out the problem in the other party's statement: "Euron ascended to the throne through the king election meeting, so he is now the king of the Iron Islands?"

The two representatives of the Iron Fleet looked at each other awkwardly and admitted it in a sloppy manner.

"Well, that's a lot of trouble—may I ask the king of the Iron Islands: what does he want by sending a fleet to show favor to Her Majesty—he doesn't care about gold and silver treasures, does it recognize the status of an independent kingdom of the Iron Islands? Anyone who sits on the Iron Throne will not agree to this, otherwise he will be saddled with the infamy of dividing the Seven Kingdoms through the ages. Petyr stared sharply at the sailor: "Or is it that he proclaimed himself king as an expedient measure of rebellion, and that he will lay down his crown and bow down on the day the queen reigns again on the Seven Kingdoms?"

"This ...... King Euron did not give us a detailed account when we set out, and I did not dare to answer on our behalf. Newt replied sweatingly, "But isn't there a solution to this problem, King Yoren is in the prime of life and is not yet married—if Her Majesty is willing to marry the King of the Iron Islands, there is no need to consider whether Westeros will be divided?"

Petyr looked at Daenerys with a smirk: "Well, everything is clear - the Iron People are not supporting Your Majesty because they miss the Targaryen Dynasty, they want the three dragons, the Iron Throne, and yourself." The queen's husband is naturally the king of Westeros. ”

Daenerys nodded. She is no longer the ignorant little girl she was when she was sold to Drogo Kao by Governor Ilio, and naturally understands that there is no such thing as giving without expecting to reciprocate. Although this Youlun, who has never met before, has a big appetite, he has taken the initiative to show goodwill after all, and as for the price, it can always be discussed.

"Excuse me, then, where is this Lord Victalion Greyjoy at this time, wounded in battle, and recuperating in the city?"

After a few seconds of silence in the room, the dark-skinned red-robed monk answered the question.

"He's dead, dead from the dragon fire spat out of one of your three dragons, from a stupid attempt at dragon taming. ”

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