"Hehehe, man, how should I use this thing? I forgot again." Atrio was nervously correcting the double-winged flying feather helmet on his head, and then hugged a cannon-like thing on his chest in a hurry.

Hearing his loud voice, a middle-aged guard leaning against the city wall stood up lazily, then raised his hand and slapped him in the head, slapped the helmet that had just been placed in a straightened manner again.

"Shut up, idiot!"

Diggle glared at Atria angrily. This kid is energetic, courageous, and has no lack of blood and courage. The only thing he lacks seems to be his IQ, which is not easy to make up for.

"If it is heard by the noble knights with their eyes on their heads, let's see that he won't peel you off a layer of skin." Diggel raised the fireworks in his hand and then demonstrated to Atria.

"Originally... and then pull... here... here, right... not let you pull now!" Diggel slapped Atrioya's hand on the fire letter and glared at him again.

Atrea quickly took his hand away, then raised the fireworks and pointed it at the Iron Throne in the square.

"It's not that you are aiming at the Queen, you idiot!" Diggel angrily pressed Atrio's helmet back and cursed helplessly, "And don't call me brother, call me Helens... Viscount."

"Okay, OK man." Atrioya straightened his helmet and fiddled with the fireworks again, but this time he finally aimed at the sky and got the direction right.

They stood in the corridors of the castles on both sides of Kingdom Square, and extended fireworks from them through the arched door corridor. Both corridors were covered with golden robes in golden cashmere robes. When Daenerys's ascension ceremony began, they would release gorgeous fireworks.

The snow covered the earth. The entire Westeros, naturally, also included King Landing. Winter slowed down the growth and spread of the plague, and also covered all buildings in the city with thick white. The remains of the building burned to ashes by the dragon breath were also blocked by the white snow, which added a lot of color to King Landing.

At this time, a lot of people had gathered in the square, including the population specially recruited by Tyrion from various territories, as well as refugees who joined in halfway. There were also many noble representatives who came to visit, even the Dornese.

Who said that the medieval news was slow? When Daenerys swept over with unstoppable force, these little-minded nobles were more informed than the other, and they chose to surrender instead of being a mantis.

Perhaps Daenerys's power that did not belong to humans scared them. If they were all using the army, they might still be obsessed with the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms, but when facing a nine-headed true dragon, let's forget it.

Of course, although these nobles chose to surrender, they were hard to say what they thought in their hearts.

However, Daenerys didn't mind these things. She had time to settle the score slowly. The dragon clan has a long life span, hundreds or even thousands of years. What she didn't lack the least is time.

And she was not afraid of these people making any small moves, which was her absolute confidence in her power.

There are many people gathered below, including ordinary clothes and gorgeous nobles, but without exception, they can maintain the most basic warmth in the cold winter without freezing to death.

These are all clothing arranged and distributed by Tyrion, and Daenerys wants a brand new landslide, not a city made of a group of refugees.

I believe she had enough in Meereen. Tyrion had never been to Meereen, but it did not prevent him from knowing there, because Tyrion could proudly say that his head was the most valuable head on the Westeros because everything was contained in it.

The material problem is also easy to solve. Not to mention the gold coins collected from various uncooperative cities along the way, the service contributed by the nobles themselves also made Daenerys rich and wealthy.

The later he chose to resist, the fewer cities he had chosen to resist, so there was no chance of making extra money. However, it was obvious that those nobles would not let Tyrion take advantage of the situation. The gold coins and jewelry he handed over were enough to let Tyrion swallow his harsh conditions back.

But the upside is that now is the richest moment in Daenerys' journey from Ursus.

Moreover, since she discovered that jewelry and gold coins had some special attraction to Daenerys, she even made her unable to resist, Tyrion replaced the gold coins with silver coins and other precious metals. The mountains of coins even piled up the underground castle of King's Landing, and it was impossible to bury several people in and unable to find the bones.

In this case, Tyrion will not be stingy with the construction of King's Landing and win over the hearts of the people. After all, if nothing unexpected happens, Daenerys's rule will last for at least hundreds of years... Perhaps.

Looking at the crowds below, Atria from a small countryside, even though she had experienced several epic battles along the way, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. After all, peace and war are two completely different concepts.

He swallowed his dry saliva nervously, then shook the fireworks in his hand and asked, "This thing... won't happen to anything."

"What's the surprise?" Diggle glanced at him lazily, then leaned back against the wall. "This is all... the tricks of those evil wizards, you have seen their strength before." He lowered his voice and said to Atrea.

Obviously, he still did not come out of the shadow of that time. It was a nightmare that the big trees made of human flesh would run away even the entire forest.

But Atria is the kind of person who doesn't open the pot and asks persistently, "What should I do if it explodes, just like... yesterday."

Fireworks are not a safe thing, not to mention that when they arrived at a group of medieval people who had never seen gunpowder, they exploded yesterday because someone was improperly operating, and even almost caused a fire.

Diggel was helpless when asked by Atrea, glared at him and said, "Then you better pray for your life to survive, because you will have the chance to taste what it feels like to take your head off and stuff it into your head?"

"But... the Prime Minister is not as tall as my legs, so he can't stuff it in."

Diggle rolled his eyes and stopped paying attention to Atrea. He was already desperate for him.

But at this moment, the crowd below suddenly heard violent cheers. Accompanied by the discussion, Atria suddenly became energetic, and Diggle cheered up. Sure enough, Atria shouted excitedly at the next moment, "It's His Majesty Daenerys, Her Queen is coming down."

Perhaps because of his excitement, his voice was a little too loud. Suddenly, a cold gaze swept over from a distance. This was the current commander in the golden robe. Atrioya didn't even know his name, because he had just taken office for three days and heard that he had arrived from Kaiyan City. He only knew that his surname was Lannister.

However, the nobles' natural oppressive force still exists for Atrio. He quickly stopped his voice and looked serious. He dared to breathe a sigh of relief until his cold vision disappeared.

Diggle sneered. Atrea was still whispering.

"Your descendant Daenerys...I saw the queen. I saw her!" Atrea suddenly whispered, and then stared at the figure, "She is so beautiful..."

Diggle next to him suddenly frowned and asked, "Have you ever seen him hitting you, His Majesty Reese, and you have also seen... She looked like she had no clothes when she turned into a dragon, why was she so surprised?"

Atrea was stunned and blushed and argued, "Of course I've seen it, but it was on the battlefield at that time. Is the situation critical? There are ghouls everywhere, and I'm still carrying you in a coma."

Diggel looked at Atria up and down, making him look a little furious, and then suddenly sneered, "Come on, I've inquired later. We had already retreated when Daenerys came down, and she flew over directly into a real dragon, so she had no chance to let you see it."

"They are talking nonsense!" Atrio argued.

When civilian knights gather in private, they are not much different from those under-level guards and gangsters. They are nothing more than drinking and bragging together. However, the challenge of the latter is very challenging for a young man who has just walked out of the countryside. He is not skilled yet and often blows it.

After Atria finished speaking, she ignored Diggle and turned to stare at Her Majesty the Queen. Obviously, even Daenerys had a first-class appearance before, and was even more beautiful after being transformed by magic. She had a fatal temptation to a young and passionate knight like Atria.

Knights are all yearning for wealth and glory and everyone, and few people can make the oldest vows.

But for Daenerys below, she didn't mind all kinds of gazes. The dragon clan's keenness allowed her to find the direction of everyone who was looking at her with malicious intentions, but she didn't do that, because there were more important things at the moment.

It is the Iron Throne not far away.

She had been waiting for this day for a long time, even so long that she thought she would not come, but now she has achieved it, she has regained her own Iron Throne, and this is just the first step. Next, she will make everyone realize who is the real king of the seven kings on the Westeros continent and who is the subject!

The crowd below was cheering and noisy, as if forming a fiery wave. Even the cruel winter could not be stopped and suppressed. The actors and artists were devoting their singing and juggling, gathering with the cheers to form a vague wave of heat.

Even with the sharp hearing of the Daenerys Dragon Clan, she had a moment of blur and trance. She couldn't hear exactly what these people were shouting, only knowing that they were venting their inner excitement.

At this moment, Daenerys suddenly thought of her dead brother. He wore a crown, but not the real one. There were many people who died on the way, Gray Worm, Baristan, Dario... and Jorah.

Many people died and others survived, but fortunately, they received more help from others and finally got to this point.

"Your Majesty." Tyrion's voice awakened Daenerys from his trance. In such occasions, even Tyrion and even Stark put away their jumping character and turned to pretend to be serious, "It's going to start." He whispered.

Daenerys looked at the little dwarf at her feet calmly, but Tyrion was not timid, but took a step back slightly and asked Daenerys to walk to the Iron Throne.

Daenerys is not a regicide. She does not need to carry a scolding, nor is she a usurper. She wants to snatch the Iron Throne from others and sit on her in a hurry. She has plenty of time, but there is not much cumbersome preparation at her throne ceremony.

Because the Wushu, who followed her all the way, had already died completely, and the wars that followed were fought by her own strength, so she just needed to sit on it, and she could just sit on it herself.

Daenerys calmly took off her cloak and immediately took it respectfully with a golden robe. She showed her delicate body, and her thin clothes pressed against her body in the cold wind, making a sound.

Daenerys likes thin clothes because she grew up in the hot Ersos area. She thought she would have no chance after coming to Westeros, but she didn't expect that she would eventually become a dragon-headed monster.

The heat preservation and cold resistance brought by the dragon scales can help her resist the severe cold. After the damage to her clothes after turning into a dragon shape, even cumbersome clothes are saved. Sometimes she only wears the simplest lining and gauze.

She faced the crowd below and then turned her back to the Iron Throne, and everyone was silent.

The Iron Throne was fixed in King's Landing Castle. The throne infused with countless long swords was fixed in the steel hall of King's Landing and could not be moved. However, this was not a problem for these people at all, and Yi Xiao didn't even need to take action. Stark directly cut the bottom of the Iron Throne with welding, and then Daenerys moved to the square, like holding a piece of bread.

Kings Square fell into silence, and only the sound of cheers and singers came from afar with the sound of wind.

Then the next moment, Daenerys sat up.

It represents the Iron Throne of the Ruler, and means the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms of the Guardians of the entire territory.

A new king was born, she was Daenerys, the mother of the true dragon, Daenerys.

The crowd below knelt in darkness, Daenerys sat on the throne and looked down at everything below. The last time she saw this situation was in Meereen. It's different now, completely different.

"Get up." Daenerys said calmly.

Her voice was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to every corner of the city of Junlin. She gently stroked a ring on her finger. Sometimes, Yi Xiao's magic would have unexpected effects.

Then the next moment, the crowd suddenly burst out.

"Long live the queen!"

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Danerys born in the Storm, may God protect you!"

After a quiet moment below, a bigger heat wave burst out, as if only by venting the volume can one vent the excitement in their hearts. They cheered and vented their feelings that they could not even explain.

At this moment, gorgeous fireworks suddenly burst out above the Kingdom Square. For the King's Landing crowd who had never seen such a thing, the first reaction was horror, and then the more eager cheers.
Chapter completed!