vncnus Chapter 29: Rise, Sir
Chapter 29: Rise, Sir
"Speaking of which, what if we used a smaller dose, filled it with wildfire in a small jar or bottle, hung it on an arrow, and shot it? Would that work?"
A player with the game ID "Carpenter Emperor" made the suggestion at this moment.
"That must be the kind of heavy arrows used by the Manchus, which don't seem to be found in the game, right?" Upon hearing this, Li Ming turned around and looked at the player.
"I can make one if I don't have one. I love doing handicrafts. Forget about heavy arrows, as long as you have the materials, I can even make a siege ladder for you." The carpenter emperor's words made everyone's eyes light up.
You're really good at hiding your abilities, bro.
"Alright, then let Brother Carpenter research the heavy arrow. If it really works, I'll send you a real-life red envelope of 10,000 yuan, and I'll also try to get you a bronze treasure chest in the game later."
The non-stick pan, which had just finished cosplaying as Napoleon, is now back to join the conversation.
The Carpenter Emperor didn't care about red envelopes or treasure chests; all he wanted was a workshop where he could freely create amazing things.
Now it seems this game is the perfect fit for the studio, and no one will ever ask him again:
What would a carpenter like you do building a siege engine?
"Even if we can't replicate Hawkeye's explosive arrows, having heavy arrows will make it easier to deal with those foreign plate-armored soldiers later." Dawn nodded, indicating that since everyone was here, let them give it a try.
"Brother Liming, aren't we foreigners now too?" Mu Fazhi joked from the side.
..........
Viserys, observing the players' movements through the control panel, looked at the two guilds remaining at home and couldn't help but sigh:
It really proves the saying: everyone, human or ghost, is showing off.
Daenerys entered the room silently:
"Viserys?" she called softly, looking at her brother who seemed to be deep in thought.
Startled by Daenerys's silent footsteps, Viserys turned around and looked at his adopted sister with a dark expression.
"Someone is looking for you," Daenerys said, no longer afraid of Viserys's dark face. In the princess's eyes, her brother, who had a chance to restore the kingdom, would not easily lose his temper again.
"The Sleeping Dragon" can sleep forever, she thought.
"He calls himself Jorah Mormont, and the old man who gave us the bread brought him here," Daenerys replied.
Jorah Mormont? Ser Bear has come to spy on me, huh? Viserys raised an eyebrow, but the question was directed at Daenerys, the seemingly kind and approachable old man who was secretly Illyrio's spy:
"Is he being held in custody?"
"When he saw me, he tried to take me hostage, but the Unsullied killed him with spears." Daenerys knew, of course, who her brother was asking about.
The princess lowered her eyes and said that she did not want to discuss the topic of killing those who had been kind to them.
"What was Ser Jorah's reaction?" Viserys nodded. It was a pity that the Unsullied were too rigid and killed him on the spot. He still had some questions he wanted to ask.
"The knight did not resist and laid down his weapons. He said he was there to pledge allegiance to the true dragon, the king of the seven kingdoms, not to bow down to Illyrio. Please do not misunderstand, Your Majesty. These were the knight's exact words."
Daenerys stirred the contents of her hands, which were as white as jade.
"Hmm," Viserys responded, then looked at his sister:
"Then please invite Sir Jorah in to see me."
The middle-aged, burly man lowered his head and followed Daenerys into the room.
He had dark skin, thick hair, and was bald, but his tattered ring armor couldn't hide his strong and muscular physique.
This was His Majesty the King's first impression of this subject he had never met.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for appearing before you in such an unseemly manner, but I am exiled and penniless, and I simply cannot afford a decent suit of armor and robes."
Ser Jorah apologized to Viserys for his filthy appearance, then respectfully lowered his eyes, awaiting His Majesty's judgment.
"A true king will not overlook a knight's loyalty and courage because of his or her downfall."
The king's words made the knight look up in surprise. The knight couldn't see His Majesty's face clearly because the sunlight shining through the window was too dazzling.
"Loyal ministers are few and far between, and the way of the king is nowhere to be found. When everyone is shouting 'Long live the usurper,' you are the first knight to come and pledge allegiance to me."
"So, Sir, Targaryen said he was moved by your willingness to seek refuge in me during my time of need."
Viserys stepped forward, seemingly impatient. He helped Jorah up, his hands resting on Jorah's shoulders without a care for the dirt on his armor.
The knight finally saw the king's face clearly and was speechless.
This seems somewhat different from the Viserys that the man described.
"Your Majesty, I have been banished for my crimes. I am not a loyal and brave man, and the people of the Seven Kingdoms no longer regard me as a knight." Ser Jorah was somewhat moved, but when he opened his mouth, he was very lonely.
But His Majesty said with sincere eyes:
"You were stripped of your knighthood by the usurper, but here with me, your true king, Viserys III of House Targaryen, King of the Seven Kingdoms, King of the Andals, Rhoynar and First Men, will personally knight you."
Under Jorah's somewhat moved gaze, His Majesty the King said:
"Kneel before me, Jorah Mormont."
Under Daenerys's watchful eye, Jorah Mormont did as he was back in the Iron Islands, but he could clearly sense that there was something different between the two.
He should have done as the man suggested, and in this situation commanded his ears to deceive him, but he had truly suffered the coldness of the world, and he longed for the warmth of summer.
"Jora of House Mormont, in the name of warriors, I call upon you to be brave." Viserys drew his sword, moving the blade from Jora's right shoulder to his left.
In Daenerys's memory, Viserys had possessed a sword more than once. The sword was not something Viserys had acquired recently, but today he was worthy of it, just like her brother whom she had never met.
Sir William always said that Prince Réga was special; when he sang ballads, he could charm countless noble ladies, and when he wielded his sword, no knight on the battlefield was more valiant than him.
"A fine sword is for a hero," said Sir William.
Now, Daenerys's only remaining brother, Viserys, is finally worthy of a sword, just like Rhaegar.
Blood and fire share the same origin, Daenerys silently recited the family motto.
"In the name of the stranger, I command you to fear no death."
"Rise, Ser Jorah Mormont, knight of the Seven Kingdoms."
Viserys had finished reciting the prayer and rose to be proclaimed.
Jorah stood up, his face flushed. He seemed to have no need to accomplish anything to atone for that damn sin.
I am a knight, a knight appointed by the kings of the seven kingdoms!
Die, usurper! Die on a woman's belly! Die, fool of House Stark! May you die in the cold winter! Die, perfume-smelling eunuch! May you die in the game of thrones!
Viserys chuckled inwardly as he watched the other man's thick, bull-like neck turn as red as a branding iron.
"You think a Chinese succubus can't handle you?"
"Sir Jorah, I have a gift I wish to give you as a formal greeting between ruler and subject." With a thought, Viserys caused an iron box to silently appear in the corner of the room without the two people in the room noticing.
Under Daenerys's curious gaze, Viserys moved the iron chest in front of Jorah and said to the sergeant:
"Open it, Sir. I swore that I would give this to the first knight to pledge allegiance to the true dragon's offspring. Now, it is yours."
The jazz man was deeply moved. He opened the box, looked at the gift, and his eyes widened.
White robes and white armor, a white cloak, and a magnificent longsword.
That's the symbol of the Imperial Guard!
The princess, standing to the side, covered her mouth in surprise, thinking to herself.