The Sacred Tree Forest of King's Landing is quiet and peaceful.

The tall walls cut off the hustle and bustle of the castle, and all you can hear is the chirping of insects, birds, and leaves rustling in the wind.

Queen Margaery Tyrell walked alone in the woods, her leather boots and green hunting suit, her long curly brown hair dancing in the wind, and her crystal eyes like the waters of a lake in the middle of summer.

Following the wheel seal in front of her, she saw Bran Stark in a wheelchair under a brown fishbeam.

"Her Majesty." Bran bowed his head in his wheelchair, "You have something to do with me?" ”

Margaery shook her head lightly and smiled sweetly:

"I just came to the forest to relax, and I didn't expect to run into you."

Bran looked at each other's eyes quietly, and said expressionlessly:

"Southerners believe in the Seven Gods, how can they like to come to the Divine Wood Forest to relax? This is the realm of the Old Gods. ”

"No matter the new gods or the old gods, as long as they can protect the people of the Seven Kingdoms, they are worthy of our worship."

Bran heard the queen's words:

"What if they can't bless the people of the Seven Kingdoms?"

"And what good do they do to us?" Margaery uttered blasphemy lightly.

As Caesar's pillow person, she naturally knows more about the secrets of the gods than ordinary people.

For example, the Red God's manipulation of Deacon Tully, such as the conspiracy of Bloodreef Island, and the truth about the death of Archbishop Cannabis......

Knowing these things, Margaery, of course, could not maintain her reverence and devotion to the gods.

Bran's blue eyes flashed with a gleam as he said:

"The wisdom of mortals cannot comprehend the plans of the gods, so misunderstandings are normal."

Margaery immediately asked:

"Tell me, then, what exactly are your old gods' plans?"

Bran shook his head slightly:

"I also can't comprehend the wisdom of the gods."

Margaery chuckled and took a few steps forward, to Bran's side.

A sad human face was carved on the fish beam wood in front of the two of them, and red sap flowed from those eyes like blood and tears.

After a moment of silence, Margaery spoke again and asked:

"Sam told me that you, as the chosen people of the Old Gods, the rumored Green Prophet, are able to see the past and the future?"

"The ancient gods lent me their eyes, so that I could see some of the fragments of time." "But mortals have limited wisdom and may not be able to truly comprehend what they see." So, if you want prophecy, I can give it to you, but be careful, prophecy is a poisonous pie. ”

"Sam said something similar." Margaery nodded slightly, "He said that when you think you can see the future through prophecy and take control, reality will always give you a slap in the face. ”

"And do you want to ask?"

"Yes."

"What do you want to ask?"

Margaery took a few steps forward again, reaching out and gently caressing the rough bark of the fishbeam.

"About my son, Octavian."

Bran nodded, and his blue eyes suddenly rolled up, instantly turning all green.

His expression became glazed, as if his soul had left the shell and drifted somewhere.

After a moment, Bran's voice sounded again, with an ethereal mystery, and said:

"He'll be king."

Margaery was visibly relieved, but Bran's words continued:

"He will fall in love with a woman he shouldn't love, and the Seven Kingdoms will bleed for it. He will also suffer from the betrayal of his brothers, the suspicion of his vassals, and the accusations of his subjects. Westeros will reignite the flames of war, corpses will fill castles and villages, dragons will kill each other, the sky will be dyed red with blood and flames, and rebellions, killings, famines, and death will follow...... Until witchcraft, fire, and grief put an end to everything. ”

The forest fell silent again, and Bran's words were blown away by the wind and vanished into the air.

Margaery turned around, the expression on her face was not unusual, she looked at the boy in front of her eyes turned from green to blue again, and smiled:

"Octavian had no brothers."

Brandao: "Just because you don't have it now doesn't mean you won't have it in the future." ”

Margaery was silent for a moment, and her tone became a little complicated:

"Sam told me to watch out for you, it seems that it should be."

Bran still had that indifferent expression on his face, and said:

"I warned you that prophecy is a poisonous pie. It seems sweet, but in fact, it hides murderous intentions. Sometimes, it's better not to know than to know. ”

"Anyway, thank you for your prophecy." Margaery smiled, then asked, "Let me ask another question." ”

Bran warned: "The more you know, the more painful it often becomes." ”

Margaery shook her head and said:

"It's not about Octavian. It's a ghost. They haven't moved until now, could it be that the Great Wall of Desperation can really stop their steps? ”

This time Bran replied without having to open his green vision:

"The Great Wall can't stop them. Just as it can't stop the onset of winter. This is a catastrophe that humanity must face, and there is no escape. ”

"Okay, I got it." Margaery nodded, "Two hundred thousand troops have gathered in King's Landing, neither moving north, nor disbanding. These days, there are always lords who come to bother me, and it seems that the next time they come, I can be a little tougher. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Margaery thanked her, and then turned to leave, but after a few steps, she turned back and said:

"Last question, Sam went to Braavos this time, can he recover the stolen dragon egg?"

"Yes." Bran said in a tone of absolute certainty, "He can retrieve all the stolen dragon eggs." ”

"All?" Margaery wondered, "But there's only one dragon egg that has been stolen." ”

"The Caesar family only lost one dragon egg, but the Targaryens didn't."

Margaery looked thoughtful, and just then, a dark shadow floated over their heads, obscuring the sun.

"His Majesty Caesar is back." Bran looked at the white dragon that covered the sky and the sun, and an inexplicable glimmer flashed in his eyes.

With a sweet smile on her face, Margaery said goodbye to Bran and walked out of the Divine Wood Forest quickly.

When she returned to Maegar, she saw that Samwell had jumped off the dragon's back and walked over with a large package.

"Sam!" Margaery took a few quick steps, hugged her husband, and kissed her, "Is everything going well?" ”

"Of course." Samwell unwrapped the package and showed his wife the four dragon eggs inside, "There's an extra bonus." ”

"Four?" Margaery immediately thought of Bran Stark's prophecy just now, and she didn't know whether to be happy or afraid, and the expression on her face became particularly complicated.

Samwell explains:

"The other three are dragon eggs that Alyssa Farman stole from House Targaryen."

"I see." Margaery gathered her mind, took her husband's arm, and walked with him to the castle, "Daenerys will be overjoyed now. By the way, how is Braavos doing now? Do we need to send troops to prevent them from retaliating? ”

"Don't worry about that. Braavos has surrendered. The Sea King is history, and now that the Secret City has become a province of the Iron Throne, with Ferego Antarion as the first governor, and the Iron Treasury will also be relocated to King's Landing, in short, there is still a lot of finishing work to be done, and you will send someone to inform the cabinet ministers that I will convene a royal council. ”

"Okay." Margaery nodded, and just walked a few steps away, but then turned back and said, "Sam, Bran Stark told me something just now......"

Samwell glanced at his wife and said:

"I reminded you that Bran Stark may not be the naïve Winterfell boy he was today."

"I understand." Margaret said, "I'm afraid he's become the spokesman of the old gods......"

"Maybe the word puppet is more appropriate." Samwell said, "Remember, whatever he told you, forget it." There's a trap in there. Imagine what happened to the Targaryens at the prophecy of it? The fire in the Midsummer Hall, the suspicious Mad King, and the Prince Rhaegar who kidnapped someone else's fiancée. ”

"Don't worry. I'm not going to be a crazy queen. Margaery smiled, her expression visibly more relaxed, "Alright, go and give the dragon egg to Dani, and I'll inform the ministers." ”

"Okay." Samwell kissed his wife's forehead again, then turned and went up the spiral staircase.

When she arrives at Daenerys' room, she finds her daughter Rhaenys sitting in a rocking chair.

"Shhhhh ”

Samwell smiled and raised the package in his hand.

Daenerys raised her eyebrows.

She got up carefully, put her daughter in the cradle, motioned for the maid to continue rocking, and walked out lightly.

"Why are there so many dragon eggs?" As soon as she left the door, Daenerys took the package and rubbed the dragon egg inside with a smile on her face.

Without waiting for Samwell to explain, she immediately reacted:

"These are the three dragon eggs born by Princess Rhaeneny Targaryen's Dream Fire, right? It was stolen by Alyssa Farman that year. ”

"That's right."

"Great!" Daenerys took out the dragon eggs one by one, looked at them carefully, and the more she looked at them, the more she liked them.

However, she soon became keenly aware that only one of the four dragon eggs contained vitality, while the other three looked lifeless.

"These three have been too long, and they are all about to turn to stone." Daenerys said worriedly.

Samwell comforted, "The dragon eggs we hatched back then have never turned into stone. ”

"yes." Daenerys immediately regained hope, "So, do we need another hatching ceremony?" Blood and Fire Sacrifice? ”

"Probably not. Now that the tide has returned, it's easier than ever to hatch dragons. Samwell reached out and stroked a dragon egg, his palm flickering with golden flames.

The scale armor on the surface of the dragon egg immediately flickered with a faint light, as if it was in harmony with it.

"Huh? This dragon egg has become much hotter. Daenerys exclaimed in surprise, "It seems to have come back to life." ”

Samwell stroked the other two old dragon eggs in turn, restoring them to life.

"It should be able to hatch smoothly now."

"Great!" Daenerys happily kisses her husband, but then she has happy troubles, "Which dragon egg should I put in Rhaenys' cradle?" ”

Samwell laughed and said:

"You put the four dragon eggs in front of her, and let her choose for herself."

"Great idea!"

Samwell handed Daenerys all the dragon eggs and said goodbye to his mother and daughter to the council chamber.

At this time, all the cabinet ministers have been notified and have come to the meeting.

"Is there any news on the Great Wall of Desperation?" Samwell asked first.

"It's still the same, Your Majesty." Gavin Mander replied, "It seems that there really is some kind of magic in the Wall that scares the wraiths. ”

"So we can sit back and relax?" Tyrion Lannister.

"Not necessarily." Randolph Tully shook his head and said, "I'm afraid the strange ghosts are planning something, and we can't take it lightly. ”

"Lord Lan Dao is right." Samwell echoed, "The preparations that need to be made must continue, how is the dragon crystal weapon built?" ”

"The Dragon Crystal weapons currently built are enough to equip an army of 50,000."

"Not enough." Samwell frowned.

"I have summoned almost all the craftsmen of the Seven Kingdoms to King's Landing, and Dragonstone Island has also sent a large number of absentees to mine Dragon Crystal, and the speed of weapon casting is believed to be able to increase to a higher level. It is expected that in three months, our 200,000 troops will all be equipped with Dragon Crystal weapons. ”

"Three months ......" Samwell pursed his lips, not satisfied with this point in time.

But he also knows that this is already the limit of production capacity that can be achieved at present.

"Okay, then first arm the 50,000 army and let them immediately go north to the Great Wall." Samwell gave the order.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Count Landau nodded immediately.

Tyrion spoke:

"Your Majesty, you may not know that many nobles have begun to complain...... They felt that since the Aliens could not break through the defenses of the Great Wall, there was no need for us to maintain such a large army all the time. After all, it's winter now, and the grain production has been seriously reduced, so we are still using our troops like this......"

"Who's complaining?" Samwell interrupted coldly.

"Levi Peck, Matus Rowan, Marie Metalin, Alexander Stemmon......"

I didn't expect Tyrion to actually report a series of names, as if he had already made a record.

Everyone looked at this guy with strange expressions, and reported most of the nobles in the south, but did not mention any of the nobles in the north.

"Whoever complains again, let them come directly to me." Samwell said, pretending not to see some of Tyrion's thoughts.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Tyrion said briskly, no longer dwelling on the issue.

"Besides, Braavos has some things to take care of in the future." Samwell recounted Braavos' submission.

When they heard that this most powerful and wealthy free-trade city-state would become a province under the Iron Throne, everyone's faces were extremely excited.

"With Braavos' support, our logistical pressure will be greatly reduced." Gavin said.

"Your Majesty, can you get the Iron Vault to give up the ten-year mining rights of the Kaiyan City Gold Mine?" Tyrion asked cautiously.

Samwell glanced at him and said lightly:

"You go talk to them yourself."

Tyrion's mouth flattened, as if realizing that he was delusional.

Samwell got up and said:

"Alright, in three days, I will go north again, and the affairs of King's Landing will continue to bother you."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

(End of chapter)