"Of course it's you."

Without hesitation, Barristan said, "It is irrefutable that you are the last descendant of the Targaryens, the first heir to the Iron Throne. ”

Daenerys, however, did not seem satisfied with this answer, and asked:

"I mean, if you don't look at the bloodline, just look at the ability, who is more suitable?"

Barristan sighed.

He knew that Caesar had already made his ambitions for the Iron Throne clear to the Queen.

Barristan also understood that Caesar's behavior would not only not discourage Daenerys' admiration for him, but would make her sink even more.

It is an irresistible nature of women, who crave to be conquered.

No. That's a woman's nature, not a queen.

Barristan tried to give himself confidence.

It was Daenerys' little girl who fell in love with Caesar, not the queen.

Prince Rhaegar Targaryen falls in love with Miss Lyanna Stark, and thousands of innocent people die in it. Daemon Blackfire fell in love with another Daenerys and rebelled when he couldn't marry her. "Cold Iron" and "Blood Raven" fell in love with "Yangxin" Xirui at the same time, and the Seven Kingdoms shed rivers of blood for this. Prince Dragonflair fell in love with Jenny of Badstone and even gave up the crown for her, while Westeros offered a mountain of corpses as a dowry.

It can be seen that the love of kings is poison.

Daenerys' love for Caesar is also poison. Slower than the honey locust, but no less deadly.

Barristan gradually understood his mission-

He must kill the little girl in Daenerys' heart and make her queen!

When she reaches the pinnacle of power and looks down on Caesar, the admiration for the strong will disappear.

"If the succession to the throne is based on ability, then Westeros will definitely bleed." Sir Barristan said in a deep voice, "No ambitious lord will admit that anyone else is 'more capable' than himself." ”

Daenerys was silent.

Barristan added: "Therefore, the succession of kings can only be determined by the gods. Since you are the only living heir of His Majesty Aerys II, the Iron Throne must be yours. ”

Hearing her father's name, Daenerys' ears rang again with what Caesar had said last night, so she couldn't help but ask:

"Is my dad really crazy?"

Barristan hesitated for a moment and nodded:

"Yes. The Targaryens have always been on the verge of madness. Your father is not the first. King Jaehaerys once told me that madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin, and whenever a Targaryen is born, the gods will toss the coin into the air and the whole world will watch with bated breath as it lands. ”

Jaehaerys is Daenerys' grandfather. The old knight knows the origins of the Targaryen family inside out.

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're not crazy." Sir Barristan said firmly, "You have a great heart, just like Prince Rhaegar once was. ”

Prince Rhaegar is her older brother, who has never been masked. Before she was born, he died under the hammer of the Reacher.

But even so, almost everyone praised him.

"Really?" Daenerys' eyes lit up, "Will I be a great queen?" ”

"You will. I never doubted it. ”

The old knight's words gave Daenerys more confidence than ever.

"I decided." Daenerys said, "I'm going to liberate Yuankai and Meereen. Barristan, put my army in order, and we'll go before dark! ”

"Your Majesty, are you going to take all the Unsullied?"

"The Unsullied is owned by Caesar and me, and I shouldn't have taken his half." Daenerys said.

"I see." Barristan took the order.

Daenerys stood at the top of the pyramid and looked down, the bronze starlight shining under the walls—

It was the light of the rising sun shining on the spikes of the Unsullied Helmet.

Caesar, I'm going to prove it to you.

I can be a queen!

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It was raining in the sky.

Samwell rode the white dragon and chased the trail of the Harpy all the way south.

Beneath him are endless brown mountains and dry, charred wasteland.

Samwell knew that he had entered the borders of the Guggis Empire.

After the fall of the Guggis Empire, the dragonlords of Valyria sprinkled every inch of its land with salt, brimstone, and dry bones to ensure that the ancient empire would not reviralize.

So, now it's a dead land.

The Harpy was still fleeing south, as if tireless.

Cleopatra was already struggling, and Samwell could feel the white dragon's exhaustion.

This chase and escape match has lasted for two days and two nights, and Samwell himself is too tired, let alone the white dragon who has been flying.

Doesn't that harpy don't need to eat, drink, or rest?

If so, then this chase is doomed to fail.

Just as Samwell was hesitating whether to give up, the harpy in front of him 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 faintly discerned.

It is bordered by the Bay of Sorrows, where the ash sea bends and forms a natural haven.

Samwell suddenly realized that this might be the former capital of the Guggis Empire.

The white dragon followed the figure of the harpy and began to dive.

As you get closer to the ground, the fog gets thicker.

Soon, Samwell lost track of the Harpy from his vision.

Was this her way out?

Samwell realizes that something is wrong and immediately lifts the white dragon back into the air.

After getting rid of the fog, the vision is clear.

Samwell cautiously scanned the surroundings, but found no sign of the Harpy.

It seems that the other party has really entered the city.

Samwell didn't rush down, but let the white dragon hover over the city until he was sure that the harpy had not escaped through the thick fog, and then let the white dragon descend again.

However, this time he did not enter the city, but found a beachhead with a good view on the seashore and landed.

Although the Valyrians ruined the territory of the Guggis Empire, the nearby sea they clearly could not destroy.

Samwell took the white dragon to catch some fish, shrimp and crabs in the sea, roasted them with dragon flame, filled his stomach, and rested by the way, before he hurried towards the city shrouded in thick fog.

Soon, he saw the gate facing the sea, and the hole was deep and dark, and the cold wind was constantly blowing.

For a moment, Samwell thought that he had come to the North, not the Gugis in the Land of Long Summer.

The closer we got to the city, the thicker the fog became, and when we reached the city gate, we could only see anything ten paces away.

With such a view, flying is a dangerous thing.

Samwell simply jumped off the dragon's back and walked side by side with Cleopatra into the city gates.

The hundred-foot-tall majestic city gate is like a giant mouth of the abyss, swallowing a man and a dragon.

(End of chapter)