Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 194 The Widow by the Water

"Maybe the "Code" is good, maybe the Dragon Queen is born a sage, but Westeros has a Saint Baelor!"

Tyrion shrugged his shoulders and said in a contemptuous tone: "Saint Baelor closed all the technical institutes in King's Landing, and preached that under the seven gods, everyone is equal, and forced the earl to wash the feet of lepers, promising those brought by chastity A lord who protects the chastity of his daughter is exempt from tax."

"What's the use? People are dead, and now there are more skilled women in King's Landing than Reese. It's not illegal for nobles to kill people—even the king has died half a dozen. If a lady from a noble family in the Seven Kingdoms hasn't drunk moon tea, she must It's too ugly and too stupid."

"Oh, Saint Baelor has no dragons, and he is far less intelligent than his descendants. The Dragon Queen is only 16 years old at this time, if she can live to be 70 years old, she can rule the world for at least 50 years!

Tsk tsk, 50 years later, the whole world has adjusted to her new rules. "

The old scholar showed a relaxed and fascinated expression, and sighed: "I really don't know what kind of world it is."

"Perhaps hell!" Tyrion sneered.

"As you said, we are already in hell anyway, how bad can we go?" the old scholar said quietly.

"Who? Who is making reactionary remarks?" Suddenly there was a rough and loud shout.

Accompanied by the sound of "ha la la" armor colliding, more than a dozen ferocious tiger-robed soldiers pushed away the crowd and squeezed to the wine table.

The officer was a short, stocky middle-aged Volantene man, his blue eyes flashed sharply, he looked Tyrion up and down, and scolded, "Monster, are you spreading the word about the mother of dragons?" Heresy?"

"The monster didn't have anything to say, but it didn't know the evil words from the Mother of Dragons." Tyrion said with a smile.

A brown-skinned man with a weathered face came in from behind, pointed at the gray-haired old scholar and said, "General Moss, it's him!

He kept saying good things about that woman, and said that she would create a beautiful new world. He even knew about the "Code" she formulated, so he must be a spy from Slave Bay. "

"What law did I break?" the old man in gray robe asked with a frown.

"Two months ago, Marachor Consul declared that woman an enemy of Volantis. Are you a spy sent by her? Needless to say, you look very similar. Come with me."

Without giving the old scholar a chance to explain, the short and stout General Moss waved his hand, and two tiger-robed soldiers stepped forward and dragged the old man out.

"Bastards, you cowardly Volantenes, do you still have any laws, do you have any honor? You don't even tell the truth, since you are so afraid of Daenerys Targaryen, you just surrender ?”

The old man's feet were in the air, kicking his legs indiscriminately, while blushing and yelling curses.

In the middle of the commotion, a group of coachmen, grooms, cooks, and waiters shouted and rushed over from the courtyard. There were 200 people, some of them were holding wooden sticks, some were holding kitchen knives, and some were holding long whips. In front of Pao Jun, he waved his weapon and yelled loudly to threaten the dozen or so slave soldiers.

Not to be outdone, the tiger-robed soldiers formed a circular formation, and used the tiger claws on their wrists to block the coming sticks.

At the most tense moment, an old woman came over with the support of two young women.

"Moss, I can assure you that if you take away this foreign scholar tonight, Malachor will completely lose the consul election in six days."

The old lady walked tremblingly, but in this noisy environment, her voice was extremely clear and loud.

"The widow by the water, the widow by the water!" Someone exclaimed.

Most of the crew members, foreign businessmen, passengers, and mercenaries who were watching nearby were stunned. Some captains bowed in awe, and stepped back to make way for her.

The old lady also smiled and nodded to everyone, like a king.

However, some locals looked at her coldly, unmoved, and Dany even heard a few Volantene merchants cursing in a low voice behind her: "Vagaro bitch, damn it!"

Dani couldn't help looking carefully, it was a woman whose spine had been bent by the years, with an ugly hump piled up behind her, and the hump was almost parallel to the top of her head.

Her white hair is too sparse, and under the red light of the torch, the pink scalp on the top of her head can be seen clearly.

There was a scar on her cheek where Dany suspected a slave tattoo had once been.

Despite her old appearance, the old widow's eyes are dark and bright, revealing rich experience and deep wisdom.

As the old man approached step by step, the slave servants who besieged the tiger-pao army stepped back again and again to make way for her.

The short and sturdy officer surrounded by the tiger-robed army saw her, suppressed his anger, and asked, "Ma'am, what do you mean?"

The old widow stomped the crutch in her hand, and said calmly: "This is the merchant's house, this is Dongcheng, let go of this guest, and take your people away."

"he--"

The old widow waved her hand and interrupted him, "I know what he said, but so what? The merchant's house even entertains Necromancers from Shadow Asshai, let alone a bachelor from the Land of the Setting Sun?"

"Are you a bachelor? Where's the necklace?" Moss looked back at the disheveled gray-robed scholar.

The old man twisted his head uncomfortably and said, "I am just a traveler seeking the truth now."

"The relationship between that woman and Westeros is well known, and it is reasonable for the maester to spy for her." Moss insisted.

The widow by the water moved to the sergeant and roared in a low voice: "You stupid pig, do you know how much your actions will have a negative impact on the merchant's house? Do you know that the revenue from the merchant's house feeds at least three One-tenth of the old nobles?"

Moss's expression changed, he looked back at the brown-skinned man, gritted his teeth, and waved to the tiger-robed army, "Let him go, let's go."

"Hey, General—"

The brown-skinned man wanted to say something more, but the old widow stared and scolded: "Captain Heraz, I know you are from Guis, and you have served in the Iron Legion for three years, but this is Volantis. .

Allowing you to put on some bullshit drama in the Merchant's House is more than I can tolerate.

If you dare to destroy the reputation of the merchant house, I cannot guarantee that the Ghis here will leave the harbor safely. "

"You—" the brown-skinned man pointed at the old woman angrily, "When that woman calls, I hope your merchant's house can still be full of guests like today."

"The old man is just a small shareholder of the merchant's house. Even if it closes tomorrow, it will have no effect on the old lady."

After the tiger-robed army left, the old woman comforted the gray-robed bachelor softly, and promised to waive his accommodation fee.

After that, she glanced at Tyrion, and with the help of two maids, she turned to the shadow in the northeast corner.

"She seems to be famous and prestigious?" Tyrion helped Dany ask her questions.

"Do you still play chess?" Graybeard Terry asked.

"Download tomorrow, you answer my question first."

"I don't know her real name. Everyone calls her the widow by the water. Have you seen the scar on her face?"

"slave?"

"Bed slave with teardrop tattoos gouged out of her face. She was trained in Yunkai when she was young, and mastered the seven spring cries. Even the consul of Volantis was fascinated by her."

"Tsk tsk, I can't see it at all." Tyrion muttered in a low voice.

"She has a great-grandson." Terry rolled his eyes and continued to explain in a low voice: "The Vagaro Consul fell in love with her, gave her freedom, and married her."

"Wow, true love, it must be true love!" Dani exclaimed.

"Hush, keep your voice down," Captain Terry glanced nervously at the corner, cursing under his voice, "The story has a good beginning, but it doesn't have a perfect ending.

Can you imagine the reaction of the Black Wall nobles?

In a few years, Wajaluo died of depression. The widow by the water took over his business, but was forced to sell the ancestral house that her husband had inherited for thousands of years.Because the free folk are not allowed to live inside the Black Wall. "

"Didn't you say that she has great-grandchildren? Could it be that she had sons with other men?" Dani asked curiously.

Captain Greybeard said with emotion: "The nobles of the Black Wall do not allow the son of the bed slave to inherit the noble surname. You have to understand that Vagaro has brothers and relatives. They are alas. Later, she lived in the merchant's house as a shareholder.

People who are in trouble just need to bring a gift and come to the merchant's house for help. She will usually meet and give some help according to the situation.

Over the decades, countless crew members, captains, sea merchants, wizards, monks, and foreign tourists have received her favor. "

Tyrion looked at his companion thoughtfully, and asked, "I ask her for help, what taboos should I pay attention to?"

"Respect, she needs respect, and one more thing, don't call her 'Vagaro's whore' in front of her."

Dany pointed to a few merchants who talked loudly in the hall, and made a small report: "I just heard what those Volantis moneylenders said."

"I don't care about that." The gray beard shrugged and left.

Tyrion glanced at Dany, and left the middle-aged man with a square face.

Dany found Barristan in the shadows in the corner, and asked, "Anyone you know?"

"There were a few merchants in King's Landing who were selling goods in the front hall. I went up and asked, and guess what? Tyrion first poisoned his nephew, King Joffrey, at the wedding banquet, and then killed his father."

The white knight couldn't believe it, and repeatedly emphasized: "King Joffrey is dead, Duke Tywin is dead, Tywin Lannister was shot through the lifeline by his son, and died in the hut, oh my god, what are these things? Son, kinslayer, regicide, is the little devil crazy!"

Shishi Shi Shi Shi Shi Shi Shi Shishi Shishi died.

Dany knew that all along.

The biggest boss in the mid-term of Game of Thrones, the peerless hero who quelled the "Rebellion of the Four Kings", died in a latrine, which is indeed a bit miserable.

But she doesn't care about that.

"Tyrion escaped alone?"

"The octospider Varys was also involved. He may be nearby, but I didn't see it. How about you go upstairs and rest while I watch the little devil?" Barristan said.

"Don't rush to sleep, look at that"

Looking in the direction indicated by Dani, in front of the rockery cave in the courtyard, there is a shadowbinder wearing a wooden mask mask, three fire mages, a Qarth wizard with blue lips, a middle-aged moonsinger, four men The two women, both carrying packages, were sneaking around, not knowing what they were talking about.

"What are they doing?" Dany asked curiously.

"do not know."

"You keep an eye on Tyrion, I'll take a look."

"But those people are—"

"Rubbish!"

Dany interrupted him, patted the Valyrian steel dagger on her waist, and said proudly: "In front of me, they are all rubbish!"

The white knight only hesitated for a moment, thinking that the Queen had turned over several demigods, so it shouldn't be a big problem, so he nodded in agreement.

Daniel put on her hood, crossed the corridor, ran over before the five people got into the cave, and asked, "Hey, Fire Mage, what are you doing here?"

(End of this chapter)