The Dragon Queen's Mockery

Inside the main hall of the Meereen pyramid, an extremely erotic performance is taking place.

Tyrion stared intently at the swaying bodies; such a thrilling spectacle was a rare sight in Westeros!

"My dear Dionysus and Breast Goddess, this is truly my Promised Land," Tyrion whispered to the Bloodriders beside him, and the two of them let out a lewd laugh.

When it comes to building rapport with people, Tyrion has a real knack for it.

"I think you'd be perfect for this place. Why don't you just stay in that Casterly Rock? His Majesty could reward you with a pyramid, wouldn't that be great? Right now, the only one above you is the Queen."

"Above me----"

Tyrion was about to say something lewd but quickly shut his mouth.

After all, the Bloodriders, who had witnessed Daenerys's rebirth from the ashes, would not allow themselves to joke about their queen and Khaleesi.

"Although I also want to go back, now is clearly not the time to rush. At the very least, we need to help the Queen stabilize things here."

Tyrion composed himself and looked at a tall, thin emissary sitting next to Daenerys.

His robes were distinctly oriental, and he had a gemstone embedded in his nose. His name was also rather complicated; in short, the Dragon Queen called him Xaro.

It is said to have come from Qarth.

In the East, almost all city-states were slave-owning city-states.

Daenerys's act of freeing slaves was like a light in the darkness.

Slaver's Bay, originally known for producing slaves, has now become a holy site for the surrounding city-states.

Countless slaves dreamed of escaping the brutal exploitation and rule of their masters and heading to Slaver's Bay to find the god of freedom.

The bolder ones simply seized the opportunity to run away.

The more timid ones secretly sharpen their knives, ready to strike their masters the moment the Dragon Queen's dragon descends upon them.

Needless to say, nearby New Ghis, along with other former Valyria states like Tolos and Elyria, were filled with hostility towards Slaver's Bay, which was under the Dragon Queen's control.

The former Valyria vassal states of Tolos and Elyria welcomed the Dragon King's return, but they were unhappy because he did not follow the old custom of using slaves.

In short, Daenerys's current diplomatic situation is very unfavorable to her.

And now even Qarth is much farther away, has sent messengers.

Tyrion had assumed that with Connington and his crew having quelled the rebellion of the Sons of the Harpy for Daenerys, Slaver's Bay was nearly pacified.

But to their utter surprise, there were challenges coming from outside Slaver's Bay.

The existence of Slaver's Bay left slave owners in other city-states living in constant fear.

Their greatest wish now is for Daenerys to leave Slaver's Bay as soon as possible and return to her home in Westeros.

Tyrion secretly observed the Dragon Queen conversing with Qarth's envoy. Although both maintained smiles, they were not giving an inch amidst the clinking of glasses.

"----We will provide you with a fleet----"

"I cannot abandon my people."

Tyrion moved slightly closer, trying to hear their conversation.

"The slaves of Slaver's Bay may support you, but they are a shallow bunch. Before those with ability, knowledge, and honor pledge their allegiance to you, you are practically placing your throne on a volcano. Although you have dealt with the Sons of the Harpy, the forces of rebellion will still exist once again," said Xaro, Qarth's messenger, in a remarkably elegant tone.

"Then I'll simply suppress them again," Daenerys said confidently, raising her wine glass.

Xaro sighed. The Dragon Queen in front of him was too young and had not experienced any significant setbacks or failures.

"Perhaps you could consider marrying a local, assimilating into their society, and having a child with Ghiscari blood?" Xaro continued to suggest.

Tyrion, standing nearby, felt a pang of anxiety; this was why female rulers were so few in number.

Their lack of bravery on the battlefield was one issue, but once pregnant, they faced a year-long period of instability and weakness, and childbirth was another hurdle. These were unacceptable risks for those who followed them.

"Haven't you heard the saying, sir, that a dragon can mate with a beast, let alone a slave owner?" Daenerys retorted.

"Then aren't Dothraki wild beasts?" Xaro seemed to have lost his patience, resorting to sarcasm.

The conversation between the two gradually turned heated, Tyrion quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

Xaro is right; they are indeed still unable to gain the support of the Slaver's Bay elites.

Perhaps due to the lack of progress in the negotiations, Daenerys grew weary and feigned discomfort, rising to leave the banquet.

Tyrion, ever the astute man, rose and, in his capacity as "Hand of the Queen," continued to engage in conversation with the messenger Xaro.

But just then, someone reported to him that a fleet from Westeros had arrived, claiming to represent Jon Targaryen to meet the Dragon Queen.

This forced Tyrion to pull out all the stops, first getting the messenger drunk, and then rushing off with Daenerys to meet the so-called messenger.

"That's really strange. How come I didn't know I had so many family members when my brother and I were wandering around?" The Dragon Queen said with a sneer.

Daenerys didn't receive Tyrion in any formal setting, but instead chose the garden, where the conversation had already begun when Tyrion arrived.

However, Tyrion, who was hiding to the side, didn't seem to be having a pleasant conversation with the two.

"Jon, it seems you also want dragons, but you probably don't realize that someone has already angered the Dragon Queen because of this, do you?" Tyrion thought with a hint of schadenfreude.

Connington and his party had been gone for over two months, and they planned to find the Golden Company directly and then seize the opportunity to land in Westeros.

It is worth mentioning that Barristan did not go with them.

Perhaps out of guilt, or perhaps for other reasons, although the Dragon Queen no longer trusted him as much, he still dutifully trained the young Unsullied for her, of course, in the manner of a knight.

"No, I think you may have misunderstood Your Majesty."

This time, it was a man's voice that spoke, and the voice sounded very familiar to Tyrion.

"Bronn?"

Tyrion quickened his pace, drew closer, and noticed Bronn struggling to look away from the Dragon Queen's chest.

To receive the messenger from Qarth, Daenerys specially wore Qarth attire.

However, the women's clothing in Qarth is quite strange, requiring one breast to be exposed.

Daenerys used her silvery-silk-like hair to cover half of her exposed breast, but a glimpse of it was still possible.

"My lord, he did not covet your dragon."

"Could it be me?" Daenerys retorted, her tone laced with sarcasm.

"No, he sent us to help you. He said you care about the enslaved people of Slaver's Bay, so he sent us to help you, especially this Ms. Melisandre beside me."

"Oh?" Daenerys looked uninterested. She had no liking for wizards and witches; she had almost fallen into their trap once.

"Your Majesty Daenerys, please allow me to tell you about the current situation in Westeros."

Bronn spoke fluently and eloquently. Although he sometimes liked to make some sarcastic jokes, he would still get nervous when facing big occasions and meeting important people, so he had memorized all his lines in advance.

In summary, Jon's message was that even without the dragons' help, he could unite the Seven Kingdoms for the Targaryen. However, with the Long Night approaching, he was trying to find a way to put an end to the war with Stannis, while also reminding Daenerys to stockpile as much food as possible in Slaver's Bay.

It's best to plant potatoes on every inch of land.

Hearing Bronn's words, Tyrion, who was hiding to the side, also fell silent.

Jon's current strength is indeed terrifying.

By adopting the Targaryen banner, he completely compensated for his biggest weakness—his background and reputation.

Especially his silver-haired son; why do such strange things happen in the world?

Now the entire Sunset Sea is under his command. Jon is an enemy he doesn't know how to defeat, and the dream of inheriting Casterly Rock has never seemed so distant.

"It seems Jon is quite confident, but what right does a bastard have to inherit the Iron Throne of the Targaryen?"

"Your Majesty, Lord Jon is not a bastard. Rhaegar and Lyanna were married, and there are witnesses to testify to this."

"Several?"

"One, just one." Bronn's voice sounded somewhat unsure; this was just one person, and he was none other than the unknown Crannogmen, Lilan Hode.

At this moment, Melisandre forward and handed over a rather thick envelope, saying, "Jon asked me to give this to you; it can help you gain a foothold in Slaver's Bay."

"No need, I have already quelled the rebellion of the Sons of the Harpy."

At that moment, a somewhat loud voice rang out. "Your Majesty, perhaps I may take a look."

Upon seeing Tyrion appear, Daenerys nodded.

When Bronn saw Tyrion, the two exchanged a glance, their expressions a mixture of delight and surprise, like meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

Back in Westeros, if it weren't for Jon, the two of them would have almost succeeded. At the very least, one could have become Hand of the King, and the other could have thrived in King's Landing's Landing, instead of having to suffer in such a faraway place.

Now that they're in Slaver's Bay, without that monster, they might be able to serve the Dragon Queen together.

However, it was natural not to exchange pleasantries in front of Daenerys at this time; they could discuss things privately.

Tilly took the envelope, opened it, and became increasingly engrossed in reading it, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"So, what did my nephew, who suddenly reappeared, say?" Daenerys asked absentmindedly.

"Your Majesty, Jon's advice is very useful. In a year or two at most, Slaver's Bay will become your most loyal stronghold."

Hearing Tyrion say this, Daenerys clearly became interested.

He took the envelope; inside were no flowery words, only insightful yet simple suggestions.

Jon's letter accurately describes the predicament Slaver's Bay is currently facing, and also offers his own solutions.

Daenerys turned and asked, "Does he really not need my dragon?"

"Your Majesty," Bronn replied, "This is what the Lord said. He said your dragons should be weapons for humanity against the cold night and the White Walkers, not bargaining chips or tools in the game of power. The Lord said that if he successfully leads Westeros through the Long Night, he will come to help you stabilize Slaver's Bay, and he will come in Bronn."

"Hmph, this bastard still doesn't want me to compete with him for the Iron Throne." Daenerys scoffed, but then handed Jon's letter to Missandei behind her.

Missandei carefully put the letter away, and her interest in Jon also grew.

At the same time, everyone also noticed Bronn's repeated emphasis on the Long Night ".

Winter is indeed approaching, but does the legendary Long Night truly exist?

When he was very young, before Viserys was driven mad by the struggle to restore his kingdom, he would often tell little Dany stories of the Seven Kingdoms to cheer her up.

Daenerys was naturally able to recall a few words related to the Long Night from her own mind.

For example, cold, hunger, darkness, despair, Wights, and other White Walkers. If a child is born during the Long Night, the mother will smother the child to avoid the torment of cold and hunger.

The story and descriptions are terrifying, but ultimately they feel somewhat unreal.

However, they soon realized that Connington and the others were being overly optimistic. The House Tyrell were now truly on Jon's side, and the position of Queen they had been pursuing was now within their grasp, so naturally they would wholeheartedly support Jon.

However, Young Griff had none of these things; not only did he lack these things, he didn't even have a piece of land that truly belonged to him.

Stannis and Jon have almost equal power in Westeros, and Dorne might support them, but Dorne is located in a remote area and has limited strength.

"Perhaps Young Griff. will team up with Stannis to deal with Jon?" Petyr suddenly thought of the most likely outcome, thinking that if that were the case, the outcome would be hard to predict.

"Tyrion," Daenerys began.

"His Majesty."

"Let that messenger of Qarth leave. Since he insists I don't belong here, let him see for himself who the people have chosen."

Having received Jon's advice, the Dragon Queen had a sudden realization and was no longer afraid of challenges.

"Yes, sir."