Chapter 142 The Deal with Daenerys Targaryen
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Lucas once again felt the gaze of a god.
This world has gods.
However, compared to those beings in the DC world who casually ascend dimensions, easily blow out stars, and punch through the universe, the gods here do not manifest with much power.
The story of Game of Thrones, from its origins, has primarily been a game between the Red God and the Cold God, with believers from both sides fighting to the death on this continent for thousands of years.
Besides, there are the Drowned God, the God of Death... these gods who keep a low profile are not that powerful either.
Lucas asked System, "So you threw me here just to have me conquer this world? Aren’t you afraid of being targeted by the gods here?"
[Please, Host, conquer this world as soon as possible.]
"That works!" Lucas grinned. "I’ll go get a few dragons to play with. If there’s no time limit, I’ll just mess around for a dozen years or so!"
Lucas treated it as nothing more than a game.
"Once the progress of the Conquest is maxed out, does this world belong to me, or to us?"
Lucas asked calmly.
[The essential core of the world—that is, the fundamental laws and anchors of causality that maintain its operation—will be extracted by the system to nourish the Host. However, the reality of the world itself will not be dissolved.]
[It can be understood as follows: what the system takes is the form of the material world, the set of fundamental rules that make the world what it is.]
[And what is left to the Host is the existence of the world itself.]
[Just as if the rules of a chess manual were removed, the board and pieces would still exist. The Host will become the new creator of this board and can re-establish the basic rules for how the pieces are placed.]
"What kind of gibberish are you spouting? I didn’t really catch that!" Lucas rubbed his nose.
It sounds like the system extracts the power of the world’s rules, I keep the world after the Conquest, and then I can become the God of this world and re-establish a new set of world rules?
That’s the idea, right!
His understanding shouldn’t be wrong!
"No wonder the system launched a Great Expedition. I don’t mind cosplaying as Darkseid, but System, you need to be sensible. If we run into God, Lucas Ge... or any of that other miscellaneous garbage, you better run fast!"
"Whether or not your little legs can move fast enough concerns the life of yours truly, Lucas!"
"When trouble hits, you better move those little feet of yours quickly!"
System remained silent.
"Whatever, you’re about as useful as a mute. I’m going to go check out the other side of the Narrow Sea!" Lucas muttered.
"At this time, the Dragon Mother should still be a little girl, she hasn’t hooked up with that Horse Lord yet, right!"
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Essos. Pentos.
Lucas found the Dragon Mother in Magister Illyrio’s mansion.
Daenerys Targaryen.
At this moment, the future Mother of Dragons, the Unburnt, Khaleesi of the Dothraki, Queen of the Great Grass Sea, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, the Liberator, the Breaker of Chains... was still just a young girl at the mercy of others.
She was preparing to bathe under the service of her handmaidens.
Lucas hovered outside the window and heard a few servants whispering.
"That Khal Drogo is long overdue!"
"Indeed, Prince Viserys is furious about it, cursing that Horse Lord for not being punctual."
"Sigh! What a pity for such a beautiful silver-haired princess! Once she falls into the hands of Khal Drogo, she’s going to have a miserable time!"
Lucas understood the situation.
He casually borrowed a set of local clothes to change into, disguising himself as a native, wearing coarse linen clothes with a cloak over them.
To deal with the locals, one must wear local clothes.
Tights and a cape were still too avant-garde for the people here; only dwarves performing in farces would dress like that.
After changing his outfit, Lucas floated silently into the hall.
At this time, Daenerys was slowly stepping into the pool of scalding hot water under the service of two handmaidens. Her skin was slightly flushed from the steam, yet she felt not a hint of heat, her expression completely numb.
Daenerys had been manipulated by her own brother to the point of numbness!
According to local customs, once a girl has her first period, it means she can be married off.
In other words, the Dragon Mother was only thirteen or fourteen years old at this moment.
It can only be said that this was normal in ancient times, but for modern people, this age is still too young.
Lucas raised his hand and pointed in the air.
The two handmaidens collapsed to the ground, silent and still.
Daenerys only heard two dull thuds behind her and instinctively turned around.
Then she saw that a strange man had appeared behind her, she didn’t know when.
"Ah!!"
Daenerys’s face showed terror; she hugged herself with both arms and retreated, pressing her entire body against the pool wall. Her violet eyes were filled with fear and timidity.
She wanted to call for help, but no matter what, she couldn’t open her mouth!
"Don’t scream!"
Lucas said calmly, "If I wanted to kill you, you would already be dead!"
The man had his hands tucked into his cloak, his tone calm and composed. It took Daenerys a long while to confirm that the other party had no malicious intent, and his gaze was very honest, not darting around.
"Who... who are you?"
Daenerys asked tremblingly, "Which faction sent you? My brother is the son of the True Dragon; if you dare to touch us..."
"Son of the True Dragon?"
Lucas scoffed, "I don’t have a stupid son like your brother!"
"On this land, if there is truly a True Dragon, it can only be me, not that cute thing... that stupid thing your brother is!"
Lucas’s figure slowly lifted off the ground, hovering in mid-air, his cloak fluttering without wind.
Looking at the man hovering in the air, Daenerys’s terror gradually faded, her expression turning into confusion, faintly tinged with awe.
"Did... did my prayers work?"
Daenerys said excitedly.
Prayers? Praying for what!
Would your ancestors who kept birthing deformities cross the river of history to save you?
Stop joking!
The games of the gods are intermittent; the fall of the Dragon family also meant the rest of the Red God.
But this did not affect Daenerys’s understanding.
The man before her... is definitely not a human!
He might be the avatar of some god in the mortal world.
"Can you take me away from this sea of suffering? My knight!"
The Dragon Mother clearly still had the innocence of a young girl; she often kept a diary and prayed in it to escape her misfortune.
"I am not your knight. Poke those pink fairy-tale bubbles in your head a little! I have brought you a prophecy!"
Lucas looked down at her and said slowly, "You will receive three dragon eggs, with three sleeping dragons residing within. They will bring you vitality when you are at your most desperate."
"At that time, the sleeping dragons will indeed awaken, but it will not be Viserys who achieves the Conquest of the dragons, but Daenerys!"
"With them, you will sweep across Essos and become the uncrowned queen of this continent!"