When riding a dragon soaring in the sky, Drogo felt like a god, he could be called the God of Fire, or the God of Slaughter.

Are all the gods lonely?

Some definitely are.

In the Summer Sea, when the two were sleeping in each other's arms, Missandei told him about the god of harmony, the god worshiped by the "peaceful people" Nas.

According to the little text that has gone bad, he is the only true God, who has existed in the past and will exist forever, who created the moon and stars, the earth and all the creatures that live in it.

There are at least seven gods in Westeros. Some monks say they are just different appearances of the same god, seven planes of the same crystal.

Therefore, they are collectively called the Seven Gods.

He is in an eternal struggle with the Lord of Light whom the red-robed monks believe in.

So Drogo turned his back on her god of harmony.

He doesn't think there is such a stupid god.

Although Missandei is young, she is very brave.

Only in this way can we survive in a harsh environment and break out of the cocoon and be reborn.

She hopes to visit the legendary Nass Island one day and dance with butterflies there!

Now she has the ability to do it, but she has changed.

Missandei says that "people of peace" make music, not war.

They don't kill, they don't even harm animals!

They only eat fruits and melons, not flesh and blood.

Butterfly elves who serve the God of Harmony guard the island against foreign enemies.

Countless conquerors have sailed to Nass in an attempt to bring blood and fire, but all of them died of illness.

However, when the slave ship came to hijack them, the butterfly spirit did not help them.

"Poor faith, she only has one god, and that is me. If she betrays her god, then the outcome is already doomed!"

Although Drogo thought so, he hoped that the terrifying girl would never show up again and intervene in the continental war.

Gray Worm, Missandei and others, Drogo had stared at them, wondering which one would betray her next.

It is a pity that Gray Worm's heart has been wavering, and Missandei has become his enemy.

The dragon has three heads.

There are two people in the world I can trust, if I can find them.

When the time comes, I will no longer be alone to face the torrent of the future.

The three of us fight against the world together, like Aegon and his sisters.

"Who could be the other one but Dany?"

Drogo felt that it was impossible for someone like that to appear again.

Soon, Bronn walked in with a cloth bag on his back, walking on thin ice.

Judging from the cautious look on his face, there was no doubt that the bag contained wildfire.

The sun is shining outside the window, which is perfect for absorbing heat energy at dawn.

Just as Drogo was preparing to set off, Varys spoke.

"Kaa, before you gather your divine power, can you take a look at the gift given to you by Illyrio, the governor of Pentos?"

Drogo asked suspiciously: "Illyrio, he has a gift for me? What gift is it?"

Wallis replied mysteriously: "Kaa, you will know after you see it."

Knowing that Varys and Governor Pentos were close friends, Drogo decided to see what gift he had given him.

After all, Dany's dragon egg was a gift from that fat, fat man.

Drogo felt that with his status and identity, no matter how cunning the fat man was, he would not be able to deal with him.

"I'm looking forward to it. I'll take the gift over and take a look."

Varys listened and gave orders to his little birds.

"Go and respectfully invite Kaa's gift."

The little birds left like machines.

Drogo was very confused.

"Please come here respectfully? Will the gift be sent away? The status is very high?"

Not to mention that Kaa didn't know, even Bronn was confused.

Because he couldn't see through Wallis, he originally thought he would bring at most twenty people, but in the end, there were ten or twenty more little birds.

Soon, the little birds came in surrounded by the gifts from Illyrio.

Indeed, the gift will go.

He was very tall, wearing an undyed wool traveling cloak with the hood raised, his long white hair hanging down to his shoulders, and his silky silver beard covering the lower half of his face.

He leaned his weight on a hardwood crutch that was almost as tall as himself.

Bronn said differently: "This is the gift given by Governor Pentos to His Majesty Drogo. Is he kidding His Majesty? This is an old guy who can't even hold a sword, right?"

Drogo's eyes burned brightly: "A hardwood staff is as deadly as a mace."

"Kaa, I'm extremely sorry, I'm really old," the old man knelt down on one knee.

Drogo didn't need to count, he had already glimpsed how many scars the old man had.

There is no doubt that this guy used to lick blood from the edge of a knife.

To have survived so many injuries and still live to this age is enough to show that he has extraordinary abilities.

Since it was given as a gift, Drogo felt that his guess was correct.

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"Are you a slave?"

"I was once a knight, but was later sold to Governor Illyrio of Pentos. I am considered a slave now," the white-bearded old man replied.

He used to speak the Valyrian dialect of the Free Trade City, but now he has switched to the common language he is proficient in.

"You speak Common Tongue very well. Are you from Westeros?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I was born in the Dorne Marches. When I was young, I served as the squire of a knight in the Sven family."

He raised his cane high, like a spear without a flag: "Now I am your majesty's attendant, so I am no longer a slave."

This act of self-recommendation made Bronn's venomous mouth open again: "Don't you think you are a bit old to be a squire? Do you want to protect His Majesty, or do you want His Majesty to protect you? Old guy!"

"You are not old enough to serve my master's husband, Lord Bronn of Blackwater Bay."

"you know me?"

"I have heard about your deeds. In Blackwater Bay, you almost helped Tyrion Lannister kill Stannis Baratheon. Your bravery made singers sing for you and painters sang for you.

Put pen to paper."

When Bronn heard such praise, his heart instantly became happy.

Under his careful scrutiny, he frowned.

"You look familiar. I seem to have seen you somewhere. I can't remember who you are, but I would like to remind you that I am no longer the Earl of Blackwater Bay. I am now His Majesty Drogo's attendant."

"You are qualified to be my wife's chief knight."

Drogo said gently, reaching out to take his arm and help him up.

He looked carefully at the old man's face and felt that the old man had a strong sense of majesty.

So he concluded that the old man was no ordinary person, and he vaguely guessed the old man's identity.

Drogo's words made Bronn very dissatisfied. He drew his sword and pointed it at the old man.

"Old guy, if you want to be the chief swordsman, you need to ask for my sword."

Drogo's face showed sullenness, and he yelled at Bronn: "Put away your weapons, Bronn, this man has come to serve me, and you must fully respect my wishes, otherwise your service will soon end."

The dissatisfaction disappeared from Bronn's lean face, replaced by a suspicious scowl.

"Kaa, I respect your choice, but you hurt me. Obviously, I am more qualified to be the chief swordsman than him!"

Drogo despised his arrogance.
Chapter completed!