Daenerys was standing on the front deck of the ship, facing the calm and deep sea, with her hair flying and her expression dazed.

"Calihee, are you okay?" someone next to him asked worriedly.

The girl shook her head slowly, but then she nodded again, then bit her lip and looked at the exiled middle-aged knight beside her.

"What does Stannis look like?"

"Stannis?" The Knight pondered when he heard this.

He knew why the other party asked this, because just now, a majestic voice like a god sounded in his ears, announcing Stannis Baratheon as the orthodox king of Westeros.

At first, the knight thought that this sound was just an illusion of his own, but when he found that all the sailors who believed in the Seven Gods around him heard the sound, he couldn't help but remain silent.

He could not remain silent. In the face of this mysterious power, his fighting skills and survival experience were extremely small.

So when Jora Mormont saw his queen's expression at this moment, he was not too surprised. He thought the other party was probably stimulated at this time. After all, in a sense, she was the real heir to the throne of Westeros, not the brother of the robber.

"Stanis is tall, but thin..." Recalling the stone-like face he occasionally glanced at the martial arts competition, Knight Jora pondered: "He has wide shoulders and dark skin, and his facial features are very cold and hard, and his eyebrows are very thick..."

The girl listened quietly and clenched her fists unconsciously.

Without realizing the other party's abnormality, the Knight did his best to recall, striving to perfectly answer the questions of the person he admired in front of him.

"I am about thirties, very stubborn and never smile..."

"By the way!" The Knight, who thought of something, finally added: "He is still a bald man, with only one circle of hair, black. The hair colors of the Baratheon family are all black."

Bald?

Hearing this, Daenerys bit her lip, her expression was dim and even seemed a little aggrieved.

Am I not as good as a bald man?

Thinking of this, she suddenly moved her mind and couldn't help but raise her hand and touch her forehead.

She is not old and has a faster hair growth rate. At this moment, her head has grown some silver hair that can be considered short hair compared to when she was naked at the beginning.

"So... Does He just like bald people?"

The girl murmured.

"What did you say? Carrihee?"

"Nothing." The girl responded absent-mindedly, her tone was obviously filled with loss, and she seemed to have suffered a big blow.

"Her Majesty the Queen doesn't have to worry about this."

An old voice not far away said, "Although the gods are great, we have never heard of He descending the so-called oracle for thousands of years. There may be something strange about this matter now..."

The speaker is an old man with a white beard, at least in his sixties or seventies. However, his physique looks quite strong, and when he speaks, his waist is subconsciously straight.

"That's right!" Another carefree voice intersected: "What a shitty god, who is the king, who is the king? I think he is just..."

"Shut up!"

"Be careful, sir!"

Before he could finish his carefree voice, he was interrupted. Daenerys and the white-bearded old man looked at him sternly at the same time. The first one looked a little angry, while the second one looked serious.

The strong man who spoke closed his mouth in disappointment when he heard this.

Seeing that he calmed down, the old man with white beard looked at Daenerys, who was in a depressed mood for some reason, and comforted him: "Your Majesty, please rest assured. The Governor has already arranged the next path for you. Even if Stannis gets the throne, it is only temporary. He is not a suitable candidate for the king, and his rule is destined not to last long."

Daenerys was silent when she heard this.

Although her subordinates persuaded and comforted her in turn, she did not listen to these words at all.

Instead, it became even more depressed.

In silence, the girl subconsciously looked at a black seven-pointed star pendant that was tightly held in her hand.

Whenever she is confused, the girl will always hold the metal jewelry she bought from a Westeros merchant, hoping to get guidance.

It's just a prayer but rarely says it again.

Because she felt that she was always troubled by the god coming, so she was so embarrassed...

The strong man Bevos and the white-bearded Astan, the two saved the girl's life while she was wandering in Quels. Then they learned that they had come to welcome her to Pantos, another city in the Free City State, to work together to seek the throne cause.

This should have been a good thing, because Governor Illyrio promised to let her take the stage in Westeros as soon as possible without having to go so blankly.

However, another confidant, Jora Mormon, suggested that she turn the merchant ship beneath her feet to another slave city called Astabo in exchange for the army.

"Only the army is the most favorable capital for us to compete for the Iron Throne. The help of others is just to exchange for benefits from you, or to turn you into a puppet in their hands." The girl agreed with the words of the knight, but she was hesitant to let her abduct a "friend" in exchange for her own interests.

I was originally thinking about whether to call on the great god to listen to the teachings, but the sudden sound made her stunned on the spot.

"What should I do?" she murmured, subconsciously recalling the young and true god who was shining with golden light but particularly beautiful.

The impression that the true god gave her was very special, mysterious, wise, and elegant, and seemed to be so correct in every word she said.

However, at this moment, He said something the girl really didn't want to hear.

"I shouldn't be Westeros orthodox?"

Daenerys was a little confused.

Around them, people were arguing about her route, and the exiled knight seemed impatient in the noise, and finally couldn't help looking at their queen again.

"Carrihee, please give orders, what should we do!"

After hearing this, the girl pinched the seven-pointed star in her hand, and was silent for a while, and various thoughts kept turning in her mind. Soon after, she seemed to have made up her mind and turned to look at the three of them, saying firmly:

"I don't want to rely on Governor Illyrio, let's go to Astabo and buy the Unsullied!"

"Then I will lead my troops into Westeros myself, and I will see what kind of person is the king who can be favored by the gods!"
Chapter completed!