Although Daenerys stands on the side of the civilians, she will not order the nobles to hand over their reserves. In fact, Daenerys is not on that side, she just wants to be more just and fair.

"By the way, Her Majesty the Queen, it seems that there are survivors in the North...."

"survivor?"

"Yes, the cables reported that they seemed to see Jon Snow, the illegitimate son of Ed Stark, Duke of Winterfell, who, with a small number of unknown people, appeared near the sleeping place and then disappeared soon."

Sleeping land, thorn forest, devil jungle... There are many names there, but they all refer to a place, a forest of thorns that is shrouded by the Maleficent spell and suppresses the White Walkers.

Countless corpses, wrecks, and still alive corpses and White Walkers were all under the huge thorny jungle. The Maleficent Curse prevented them from waking up and also imprisoned them in place.

There must be fish that escaped the net in the northern border, but this thorn imprisons the White Walkers below, and also blocks the road from the northern border to the outside world.

It's like a new Great Wall.

Daenerys is no longer afraid of the White Walkers. She can fly, but if the White Walkers recover, it will still be a doomsday disaster for everyone on this continent.

"How did you know."

But after thinking about it, Daenerys suddenly became curious about this question.

"Little bird."

Tyrion spoke with a relaxed tone, "What Varis left for me."

"Varis?" Daenerys still had some impression of the werewolf leader who had traveled far away to Esos.

"He has trained many little birds, but now he can't use them anymore. He is afraid that he will be hungry one day, and his years of hard work will be ruined, so he sent me a letter not long ago."

"I have to say that these people are really very useful."

Daenerys shook her head.

The atmosphere was paused.

The important thing has been said. Tyrion wants to restart a new topic, but he smacked his lips. He has always been able to speak but doesn't know anything that can arouse Daenerys' interest.

Fortunately, this time it seemed that he would no longer surrender speechlessly every time, because soon, God gave him something that was enough to attract Daenerys.

“That’s…”

Only in the quietness of the howling cold wind, Tyrion's eyes suddenly widened, looking at the end of the sky, the red light passing by.

An object that looked like a fireball was falling rapidly in the sky, not far from Junlin City, but not nearly.

"……meteor?"

Tyrion was somewhat uncertain and spit out the words he learned from Yi Xiao, which sounded like fragments of stars in the sky fell.

But Daenerys shook her head.

"No..." she said.

The excellent dragon vision allows her to see more clearly and see everything in the fireball very clearly.

"Not a shooting star."

Daenerys' eyebrows frowned, as if they were a bit solemn.

"That's some kind of metal making..."

She thought of a word that exists in the distant memory, which is somewhat strange and vague, but will not be forgotten.

It was the existence she took the Legion of the Sullien across the ocean, trying to cross the strait, and cross Westeros from Essus, and fell from the sky halfway.
Chapter completed!