Flour Street. Women's Hospital.

"Lydia, I want Santia too. ”

The beauty Lydia Qiubo circulated: "Ian, two people, double money." ”

"Shhh "Ian is glorious and heroic.

Lydia giggled, and she shouted through the open door, "Santia, Ian still wants you." ”

"He can't bear his little body, and you still want me?, can he afford it?!" a charming voice called back.

"What about Ian promising to give double the money?"

"What about his money, I want to see it first. Santia spun out of the doorway, her almost baby-like body glowing like satin.

Ian gave a big proud smile and pulled a golden dragon from his pocket, another golden dragon. The two golden dragons touched in their hands, and the dinging sound was crisp and pleasant.

Lydia and Santia had never seen Ian so generous, and they had never seen Ian so rich. Ian is a gambler, a thief, a rogue, and a gangster under Master Bernie. He's a true pauper.

"Today is my happiest day, my brothers are celebrating, and my celebration is to come here to ask you two. Thin Ian's eyes sparkled, as if he had met a great event.

"We sisters all know that everyone drinks to celebrate because Lord Magic Mountain has become king. Lydia peeled herself back to her most primitive natural state, and shrunk into bed like a kitten.

"It was the oracle that guided the bastard king and the bishop of the Heavenly Father to have the same dream at the same time, and the seven gods showed the oracle through the dream, and the prophecy told the bastard son and the bishop of the Heavenly Father that the Magic Mountain was the real king of the continent of Westeros. Santia chuckled and walked in silently. She came up to Ian and wrapped her arms around Aegon's neck, and her whole body hung on Ian's body.

"Lydia, Santia, I'm working with Lord Bernie, Lord Bernie is loyal to the Magic Mountain, and the Magic Mountain is now the king, haha, hahaha, the brothers in the whole city are drinking a lot today, and all kinds of wine in the city are sold out. There are a lot of drunks on the streets. I, Uncle Ian, will soon be on an errand in the court. I've always been a member of His Majesty King Gregor Clegane. Ian said proudly.

Ian's pride and pride were palpable, as if the next moment, Gregor Clegane I would personally come and ask him to be a royal minister.

Lydia and Santia both laughed.

Ian also drank too much, and today, the sisters in the women's courtyard don't seem to have met a man who hasn't drunk too much.

*

Blackwater River, Harbor. The merchant ship Seabird from the city of Pantos.

"Hey, Prescott, what about your workers, my spices, flour, and cloth need to be moved to town immediately. ”

A shirtless man as thick as a tree stood on the gangplank of disembarkation, and looked back at the fat captain in brocade clothes: "Captain Myron, from today onwards, there will be no porters on the Seabird for three consecutive days. ”

"No, no, no, no, you can't do that, Prescott, I paid you a deposit a week ago. ”

"So what, we're going to celebrate the Iron Throne for the King of the Crab Claw Peninsula. ”

"Hey, hey, what's the matter with the Iron Throne on the Magic Mountain, you've been hard porters all your life, I want you to gather people to work immediately, Prescott. The captain's tone became stern.

Prescott, the foreman, looked at the captain contemptuously: "Captain Myron, we are all from the Crab Claw Peninsula. The Magic Mountain is also a native of our Crab Claw Peninsula, and he wore the crown at the Great Baelor Temple today, and you still don't allow us to celebrate?"

"We have an agreement, Prescott. ”

"So what? you can break the contract and see who dares to bring your goods into the city today. The porters on the docks of the Blackwater River port are all from the Crab Claw Peninsula and the captains of the boats. If you want to return to Pantos after unloading, you need to go into the city for three days. ”

With that, Prescott walked away.

Captain Myron opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, and he watched Prescott leave. He looked around and saw the sailors, porters, and maids of all sizes disembarking from the ship. On the pier, groups of men and women sat in a circle, drinking and singing. Some also use wooden barrels and clay pots as percussion instruments, and knock them out loud.

"Captain, I think we'd better go into the city and find a women's hospital. A hired knight shrugged his shoulders and said to Captain Myron.

*

On the street, there were children running, shouting: "The Magic Mountain is the Chosen One, the Seven Divine Oracle guides, the Magic Mountain is the king, and the Magic Mountain is the king." ”

The Shoemaker's Square was crowded with people, mostly civilians, men and women, old and young, who were huddled together and talking, some girls holding each other's arms and dancing the harvest dance, and someone next to them beat them with barrels or hands. On the other side, hundreds of men huddled together and said something, and from time to time, the crowd erupted into laughter.

The taverns of Iron Street were filled with loud blacksmiths, all bare-armed, with bulging muscles, talking about the brief history of the blacksmith king Gendry Baratheon, and they were even more enthusiastic about how the blacksmith king voluntarily gave up the throne to the Magic Mountain because of a dream oracle, as if they had slept with the blacksmith Gendry Baratheon I the night before.

Mud Gate Square, the guards of the Seven City Gates, the Red Keep Guards, the Megar House Guards, the Clegon Legion stationed at the Seven City Gates, the Valley Legion, the Royal Navy Fleet in the Blackwater River Harbor, the Clegon Fleet, the Iron Islands Fleet, the Redwin Fleet, and other places are full of people's voices, soldiers, knights, The generals were all talking about it, and there was one topic: the Magic Mountain had put on the crown in the Great Basilica of Baylor, and this state event, which had not been announced beforehand, was said to have been guided by an oracle from Gendry I and the Bishop of Heavenly Father in the same dream.

The news came very suddenly, and the news came quickly, as if it was only a heartbeat, and the news that the magic mountain was suddenly crowned in the Sanctuary spread to every corner of the city. And this news, because of the sound of the holy bell of the Baelor Sanctuary as a corroboration, so that no one in the whole city suspected that the rumors were false, hundreds of thousands of people, and 100,000 soldiers. People spontaneously celebrated, and the wine merchants all over the city quickly sold out, and the women's courtyards were flooded with excited benefactors.

The whole city of King's Landing was like a beast that suddenly became excited.

*

Red Fort. Hall of the Thrones.

Daenerys stood in the hall, her purple eyes flashing with a hint of confusion, "The Magic Mountain became king?" her voice was full of disbelief. It was too sudden.

"It seems like so, Her Majesty. Jorah Mormont said. Jorah's expression was equally surprised.

It was the royal herald who brought back the news.

As soon as the Magic Mountain was crowned in the Sanctuary, Littlefinger stepped forward and instructed the royal heralds to announce the news throughout the city, and the Red Keep naturally received the shocking news.

When the herald shouted in front of the bronze gates of the Red Keep, the guards on the walls were equally surprised.

The news is like the wind, maybe faster than the wind, it may be just an instant, and the news of the magic mountain becoming king has spread all over the Red Fort.

Daenerys and his party, who were waiting in the throne hall for the return of the king and the prime minister, also heard the news.

After Daenerys was captured by the Magic Mountain by trickery, she never surrendered to the Magic Mountain, although she surrendered, but the person she said she was willing to surrender to was only the king, and would never be the Magic Mountain. Her resistance and hostility towards the Magic Mountain stemmed from the Magic Mountain's deception of her.

After a long phone call to her, Moshan proposed a peaceful truce, and she agreed, and then, just as she let her guard down, she was captured by Moshan and lost her freedom. Her legion was then taken under control and forced to submit.

This is not a real defeat, nor is it a willing surrender, this is just a tricky success of the magic mountain, which makes the strong Daenerys unconvinced.

It was only in the face of the brutality and murder of the Magic Mountain, that Daenerys refused to be loyal to her soldiers and was slaughtered, so she agreed to surrender to the Magic Mountain against her will.

"How can this be?" Daenerys said subconsciously.

"Your Majesty, Bran said that the Magic Mountain would be king. His ambition is to conquer two continents, and if he doesn't claim the title of king, what if the new king doesn't agree to his conquest?" said the intrepid Barristan Selmy calmly.

"He usurped the Iron Throne first, and then he took absolute power before attacking Essos with all his might?" Daenerys said. Daenerys isn't stupid in her mind, she's just out of luck.

"I think so, Your Majesty. The Magic Mountain is a scheming deceitful. Barristan Selmy concluded to the Magic Mountain, "Gendry I must have been forced to abdicate in the name of God." ”

*

Baylor Grand Chapel.

The final ceremony of the coronation of the new king is complicated and cumbersome to the extreme.

The Magic Mountain stood on the altar.

To his left stood Gendry Baratheon, and to his right stood the incarnation of the Seven Gods: the Archbishop.

Under the altar, it was crowded with courtiers and generals, nobles, noblewomen and ladies.

The Magic Mountain wears a crown and stands like a giant in the middle of the altar. The archbishop, who was wearing the Seven-Star Holy Crown, looked like a clown next to him. The muscular Gendry was a half-grown boy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I didn't know that today's oracle guidance ceremony was to crown me, and I still ...... A little overwhelmed...... This is too surprising and ...... Confused...... Belch...... In the short time that I walked from under the altar to the altar, I have been thinking about whether I should accept this crown......" Demon Mountain's gaze scanned the audience, and under his majestic temperament, there was a rare hesitant look.

"Your Majesty, in the decisive battle of Winterfell in the north, did you kill the Night King?" Littlefinger said in a loud voice.

Moshan stared at Littlefinger and didn't answer.

"Your Majesty, Cersei and Jaime defiled the palace, and Tomman I Puppet King stole the Iron Throne, these are all credits to you. Bernie Clegane said.

"Your Majesty, the night is long and sinister everywhere. You can refuse the throne, but you can't refuse oracle guidance. Without the protection of the gods, you can't kill the Night King, and you can't win every battle. Dragons and unicorns are all subject to you, which is not something that mortal power can achieve. Lady Melisandre said lightly.

"Your Majesty, congratulations on becoming the new King of Westeros. The Archbishop announced in a loud voice.

So Gendry Baratheon knelt down on one knee in front of the Magic Mountain: "Chancellor Gendry congratulates Your Majesty on his ascension to the throne. ”

This is a signal, and it is estimated that someone has taught Gendry beforehand.

So all the people at the altar, except for the nuns and monks, knelt down on one knee together, and under the leadership of the Bishop of the Heavenly Father, they all said, "Congratulations to Lord Gregor Clegane on his ascension to the throne." The voice resounded through the hall.

"Arise, ladies and gentlemen, knights, ladies and warriors. ”

Everyone got up, there were too many people, and the armor of the generals and the guards collided, and the sound was sonorous.

The magic mountain scanned the audience, and the trace of hesitation just now disappeared, and it was completely invisible.

"Sir Gendry Clegane. Magic Mountain said.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Gendry got down on one knee again.

"You are of the Baratheon bloodline, the rightful heir to Storm's End, and according to the laws and traditions of the Kingdom, Storm's End is yours. Your knighthood is no longer a knight, but a duke. ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us congratulate Lord Gendry Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End. ”

Wow!

The hall burst into applause!

*

Jon Targaryen didn't applaud, he was at the back of the crowd, watching it all with cold eyes.

The Magic Mountain is the king of a country in this way, and it is as false as a dream. Will the Queen's Mountain order the conquest of the North?

If what Daenerys and Bran say is true, how can a mad careerist who wants to conquer two continents tolerate an independent kingdom in the North?

Three hundred years ago, the King of the North led his army south to fight Aegon Targaryen, the conqueror, and when the dragon appeared in the sky, the King of the North immediately fell to his knees and surrendered. To this day, in the place where the king of the north kneels and surrenders, there is also a famous inn: the kneesy inn by the Red Fork River in the river!

The Kneeling Stack, famous in the Seven Kingdoms, has a history of 300 years.

The Magic Mountain, with its dragons and unicorns, is something that Stark in the North can't resist. The natural danger of Carlin Bay in the north is nothing but a void for dragons.

Jon Targaryen's black eyes stared at the Magic Mountain, his expression heavy and joyless.

*

On the altar, the voice of the magic mountain continued: "In the year 298 of the Aegon calendar, a civil war broke out in the kingdom, the war spread throughout the country, the life of the people became difficult, and the nobles' lands and property also suffered great losses, I declare that all the nobles of the Westeros continent, all the people, from today onwards, will be exempted from taxes for one year. ”

Under the altar, applause was like thunder, and applause came and went.

This tax exemption made the nobles happy.

"Your Majesty, after several years of war and turmoil, the kingdom's treasury has long been empty. The Chancellor of the Exchequer stood out of the queue and shouted.

"The treasury is empty, we figure it out ourselves. Seven Kingdoms, who doesn't know that Lord Petyr only needs to grind the gold coins, and one will become two. The Magic Mountain faced the ministers: "Ladies and gentlemen, am I right?"

"Yes!" replied the nobles, laughing.

Littlefinger smiled, not the familiar narrow smile, but a bitter smile. It's a real joy for everyone.

Demon Mountain raised his hand, and the noisy cheers of the audience immediately stopped, and it became extremely quiet, which made Demon Mountain very satisfied: "I hereby declare that in the name of the Seven Gods, all the criminals in the dungeons of the whole country will be pardoned. All condemned prisoners are to join the legion and train to become soldiers. ”

"Your Majesty, there are a number of captives in the throne hall who have surrendered, and they are headed by the false king Daenerys Targaryen, how is Your Majesty going to judge them, whether to pardon them, to give them freedom, or to judge them for their crimes of aggression?"

"Lady Jenny, you are the Minister of Justice, I would like to hear your opinion?"

"Recruit his subordinates and behead the pseudo-king Daenerys Targaryen!"