It's really not a good feeling to be ignored, but your problem is that you have to make up your mind before the decisive battle, and the only bargaining chip now is Rhaenia's dragon, which is related to the direction of the war.

During the war, Rhaenia was the target they had to woo, and after the war ended, these politicians would only hide their bows, and Maegor was assassinated in Westeros, and Maegor ended the war early after his death.

Rollin doesn't know when Meg will die, so it's best that his sensitive identity is resolved tonight, at least with Jaehaerys keeping his promise.

Lorraine whispered in Rhaenia's ear, which had been discussed on the way here, and Lorraine carefully analyzed Rhaenia's predicament and instructed Rhaenia to give herself a reasonable identity from her brother.

Reminded of this, Rhaenia kissed Rollin on the forehead, walked to the middle of the tent, and suddenly said in a loud voice:

"This is my son, Lorraine," Rhaenia said, hugging Rollin, "and Maegar's son." ”

The smile on Jaehaerys' face retracted.

Duke Roga looked at Rhaenia, his face changed, "What does she want to do, claim the inheritance for this monster?" ”

"What do you want to say, Rhaenia?" Queen Mother Alesha asked.

"He's been abandoned by Maegor since he was born, and he doesn't ask," Rhaenya listened patiently, though her voice was not loud.

"Now Maeg's demise is imminent, and my poor child has not yet been given the right to live."

Rhaenia spoke in a sad tone, like a mother who was about to lose her son.

A round-faced man with a big belly and a very fat body dressed in a gorgeous monk's white robe came out and said:

"You ought to know how much evil Maegor has committed," he said, pointing at Rhaenyra, "and the Church will not condone every sin. ”

This man, Mateus, was an archbishop of the Church and a representative of the Church to Jaehaerys' camp.

Jaehaerys raised his hand and pressed falsely, interrupting Mateus's continued remarks, which were not appropriate to say now.

He understood that Mateus, as the representative of the Church, had to take a stand, because of the great loss of the Church at Megor, and everyone present understood that if Mateus was silent at this time, he would be speechless to face the cross-examination of the congregation and the archbishop afterwards.

Jaehaerys is happy to see Maegor weaken the church, the church is indeed too strong, the armed forces of the order have become too big to fall, after the death of grandpa 'Conqueror' Aegon, the church began to threaten the rule of the Targaryens, Maegar, thank you for doing me a great favor.

At this time, whether it is for public or private, he must stand up and speak.

Jaehaerys sighed and said in a deep voice:

"Archbishop Mateus, the Church has a lot to say about the rebellion against Maegar's tyranny, but the tyrant is still on the Iron Throne of the Red Keep."

"At the moment, everything is about the war first."

Mateus frowned slightly, but finally nodded in agreement.

"Rhaenia, Jaehaerys and I will protect Rollin from being judged," Queen Mother Alesha looked at Rollin and said solemnly, "but there is one requirement that you and Rollin have to agree to me." ”

"Don't worry, Mei Ge and I also have a grudge, and in this decisive battle, Menghuo will definitely fight."

Alesa bowed her head, but shook her head again, "No, my request is for Rollin to permanently relinquish the claim to the Iron Throne. ”

It seems that they don't know that they only have six years to live, Rollin looked at the Queen Mother and Jaehaerys, and said lightly:

"Yes, I swear I will never sit on the Iron Throne in my life."

The young voice, but the tone was firm.

The condition of giving up the Iron Throne is irrelevant to Rollin, who swears in the new century, and gives up the Iron King Iron, won't I build a Golden Throne myself?

"Impossible," Matteus retorted angrily as he walked to the middle of the hall and forcefully retorted, "the Church will not give up the reckoning with the bloodline of sin. ”

Jaehaerys raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and his face was a little ugly.

Rollin looked at Matthaus's fat face, and his teeth itched with anger.

"How many knights have been killed in the battle of the 'Knights of the Holy Sword'?" How many priests were slaughtered by the Morning Warriors? The more he talked about Mattus, the more excited he became, and his eyes huddled in the fat flesh were already filled with tears, "These lives can't be sacrificed in vain!" ”

Jaehaerys was speechless for a moment, but Rhaenia's face was already gloomy, and just as she was about to say something, a child's voice sounded first.

"I am willing to convert to the Church of the Seven Gods and wash away my sins."

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The Red Fort is made of light red stone. There are seven huge iron-roofed drum towers. Heavy walls surround the castle, with countless bunkers and moats for archers to shoot.

The Iron Throne, the seat of the Emperor, is located inside the Red Keep.

It was the third night of Rhaenyra's escape, and this time the headache was so severe that Meg was in a coma for two nights.

Maegor sat on the Iron Throne, holding the clan sword Black Fire in both hands, and heard that Rhaenia had stolen a Valyrian steel sword, but fortunately Black Fire had always carried it with her.

After the death of his father, following the ancient rites of the ancient Valyrian era, he did not practice burial, but cremation, and the Black Death breathed fire to light the cremation pile, and the "black fire" bathed in the fire with the king, and was later retrieved by himself. The sword body of "Black Fire" became darker, but it was not damaged in the slightest.

Rubbing the hilt of the black fire, the king summoned all the princes into the Red Keep, and he had to spend the night discussing the battle plan.

But the number of people who have been called today is so scarce, and there is not a single great prince among them.

The bald bachelor was frowning, reading the various crow letters in his hand one by one.

'Makuya Castle is in an emergency, Count Bal Amon was defeated in World War II, the defense line collapsed, and reinforcements were urgently needed. ’

'The Earl of Rollenford led his troops into an ambush outside Antlers, and fought and retreated, while the Earl of Baivat led the team to the rescue. ’

'Sow Horn Church Poor people rally and riot. There were countless casualties, and he applied to the king to go to the rescue. ’

One by one, the troubles and urgent reports from all over the country made Mei Geman's face wrinkle tightly, his breathing slowly became short, and he scratched his scalp with his hands, and the waiter behind him hurriedly handed him a bowl of yellow gray paste, Mei Ge swallowed it with his head in his mouth, and then slowly recovered.

The throne hall was silent, there was no mood in the heart, and many people had lost faith.

Mei Ge's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was faintly blue, no longer in the spirit of a few days ago, he glanced at the ministers in the main hall, his eyes were cold.

"Your Majesty!" The Harvard Count stepped forward.

Maegor nodded, motioning for the Harvard Count to speak his mind.

"Why don't we surrender," Earl Harvard looked at the man on the throne sincerely, "Jaehaerys is your nephew, and he will definitely save your life." ”

Mei Ge sneered and sneered, "You want to save your own life, right?" ”

Surrender? Maegor didn't think about the word from the moment he decided to be crowned king, he was a great warrior and warriors would not surrender.

The Earl of Harvard was unimpressed, and continued to advise: "Jaehaerys has three dragons, how can we resist them?" No odds, Your Majesty! ”

The Earl of Harvard's straightforward words seemed to ignite a certain emotion in the hall, and the ministers and the princes began to talk to each other.

Megar's eyes narrowed, revealing a fierce light, and he stood up from his throne and drew out the black fire. stared at the Harvard Count with an ugly face.

"Your Majesty, the ministers are all for you,"

Maegor carried the long sword in her hand, the tip of which hung down to the ground, and slowly walked down the stairs of the throne.

Whew... Whew....

The sharp tip of the black fire cut through the smooth stone floor, making a piercing scraping sound like a demon's snicker, maddening.

.......

The ministers in the hall felt that their hearts were being held fiercely at this time, and they were about to be pinched and exploded at any time.

"Your Majesty. Down, no..."

The Harvard Earl's scalp is a little stiff.

Phew!

A trail of black fire streaked through it, and one of Harvard's arms was slashed off.

The Earl's lips trembled, and the severe pain only aroused his courage, and he suddenly understood the fact that his life was not long.

"You're this.. Tyrant, ah! ~My hands. ”

His other hand was also cut off, and the Earl of Harvard had a hideous expression: "Executioner.... Meg should have put on a black robe, not in..."

The head flew, and Meg bent down with his sword to lift the head of the Harvard Earl, and looked around at the ministers who were still noisy just now, and they all bowed their heads in silence at this time.

A disdainful sneer.

He threw it back, and the head of the Harvard Count was resting on the head of a spear behind the Iron Throne.

Mei Ge exuded a frenzied and dangerous aura at this time, no one dared to help the tiger's whiskers, and a cold and suppressed crazy voice spat out of his mouth:

"Go back and prepare for war!!"

Fear hurts more than a sword.