Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 202 Canvassing Activities

"That's enough, Hugo, you've already lost 70 silver coins, and we're almost running out of money." The middle-aged man with the appearance of an ascetic monk scolded in a low voice.

"Uh, out of money? Lost 70 silver coins so quickly." Tyrion stood on the round stool, seemingly dumbfounded.

"Dwarf, your life is very valuable. I'd like to offer 10 golden coins to buy it." Lisbon proudly teased Tyrion while putting the small pile of silver coins on the table into a leather pouch around his waist.

Dany found that there were three cowhide pockets hanging on the left and right sides of the young fire mage's belt. Except for the one that was holding money, the other was already bulging and full, and the other was half full, but it seemed to be filled with Jinhui coins.

"Like me so much, one silver coin at a time, a little more expensive than the skilled girl in the Color Garden next door, but it's rare to see such an ugly dwarf." Tyrion said viciously.

"Hahaha!" The vulgar sailors around laughed loudly, and even across the street from a window, there were pedestrians looking around curiously.

The young fire mage cast a cold glance at the little devil, then scanned the wealthy businessmen and mercenaries surrounding the audience, and said loudly, "Anyone else want to try? You pay ten, the minimum bet is one silver coin, there is no upper limit, and you can turn over once you guess correctly." ten times."

"Here I come." A Midsummer Islander wearing a peacock feather cloak stepped forward and threw out a golden coin with a skull crown on it, "Fire mages are liars, everyone knows, I don't believe you can teleport .”

Dany didn't stop to watch, she went directly across the crowd, found the waiter at the front desk, refused the other party's suggestion to help hire an elephant cart, and asked him to lead the tame horse out of the stable.

When she walked down the stone steps of the main entrance, she happened to hear the Midsummer Islanders lose their composure and arrogance, almost roaring hysterically: "Three? It's impossible, I've been staring at it, one golden coin, come again, come again"

Near noon, the Fishmongers Square is crowded with people, and the smell of fish and cumin barbecue is intertwined. Riding on a tall horse, one can clearly feel the prosperity of Volantis.

Volantis has the largest population, the largest port, the largest city, and the richest and most extensive Lorne colony.

Once, the "eldest daughter of Valyria" was the head of the nine free trade city-states, and even now, her economic and military strength is second only to Braavos.

The sun was shining brightly, and the view was wide open, and Dany observed the city more clearly than last night.

Going east to the riverside street, the neighborhood by the waterside is more lively. There are no buildings facing the street lower than two floors. There are clothing stores, Sivas chess halls, hotels, barbecue stalls, technical institutes, warehouses, etc. on the facades below. Sailors, merchants, and slaves as busy as cockroaches.

Danni suddenly found that she had been tricked by Aunt Kelly on the outskirts of Dongcheng. Although there were many people riding elephant carts, riding a horse was by no means unusual, and she would not be "viewed differently" by others.

The bright yellow oranges on the street cart attracted her attention, and she bought 15 adult men with five copper coins|fist-sized oranges, and distributed five to the white knight. Dany ate the sweet and sour oranges while Take a leisurely ride along the streets.

On the street, there are many male and female slaves with shovels or flies on their faces. They are like unobtrusive shadows, huddling their bodies, shoveling warm and fresh elephant dung, horse dung, and cow dung on the ground into the dustpan.

Therefore, the smell of this Linhe market is not bad, but the sweet fragrance of flowers and fruits wafts from time to time.

"Choose Elios, choose Elios Chiheda!" A woman suddenly shouted sharply in front of her.

"Which brothel are you a whore, I'll go find you tonight."

"Please vote for Elrios!"

A three-meter-high giant elephant rumbled past, every step made the ground tremble slightly, carrying a huge fort on its back, estimated to be more than ten square meters, nine enchanting girls in tulle grabbed the slender fence of the fort, Passers-by scratch their heads and pose.

The passing mercenaries and sailors were so fascinated that they couldn't walk.

Well, girls with teardrop tattoos on their brows, they're all slaves.

Finally someone couldn't hold back any longer. A fat, platinum-blond man in his 50s rushed out of a nearby rice store, waved to the giant elephant and shouted: "I am Belwyn Kandahar, and I have the right to vote. I swear to Ellios. Chihda vote, give me a bitch."

"Okay, sir." The giant elephant stopped, and a young man with silver hair and fine clothes rode a white jade-like dwarf elephant and said, "Thank you, Mr. Kandahar, for supporting my father. I don't know which one, or how many, do you want?"

The owner of the rice shop pointed to the girl upstairs, "It's a pity that the silver-haired one doesn't have purple eyes, otherwise he would be more like that woman, and the blonde one looks like the Queen Regent of Westeros, and Curly chestnut, goblin, kills me"

"Belwyn, don't miss the voting day!" Someone beside him laughed loudly.

"Don't say three, I can handle thirty, but not everyone is as useless as you."

"Hahaha"

There was laughter on the street, and the three girls climbed down the rope ladder on the elephant's back. At the same time, three girls came down from the carriage behind, took off their light yellow cloaks, and climbed up the fortress wearing only a transparent silk dress.

The fat rice merchant dragged the three charming girls and rushed to the inner room of the shop impatiently, while the giant elephant continued on its way.

"Choose Ellios, choose Ellios!"

After all, there were only a small number of people with the right to vote in Xicheng District. On the way to the Long Bridge, they did not meet any candidates who were canvassing votes.

"It was too dark last night, so I didn't see it clearly. Only now did I realize that the long bridge is so strange." Under the large arch of the black stone on the long bridge, Dany turned her head to the old knight.

The long bridge does not distinguish between sidewalks and driveways. Horse-drawn carriages, elephant carts and passers-by are crowded together. The road surface is only more than five meters wide, but this does not mean that the bridge deck is only five meters thick. In fact, it is more than 12 meters wide.

There are no fences on both sides of the road, but there are various buildings, shops, temples, gold shops, spice shops, hotels, dog meat restaurants, hotels, cyvas chess halls and brothels

There are weavers, lace workers, glass workers, candle workers with clearly marked prices in the slave shop, and fisherwomen who sell eels and oysters get together and sell their catch to passers-by loudly.

Dany bought 30 live oysters from a silver-haired middle-aged woman with one silver coin.

She stood by the wooden cart, dipped in the vinegar sauce and fresh lemons provided by the woman, and ate 20 of them in a row. They were very fresh, tender and delicious.

The buildings on both sides of the road are three or four stories high, and each floor protrudes inward from the floor below, and the top floors on both sides are almost connected.

When crossing the bridge, it seems to be passing through a cave tunnel, only the top "a ray of sky" transmits golden sunlight.

Last night, only the bright lights were left in my eyes, and I couldn't fully see its architectural structure.

Walking in it at this moment, Dani thought strangely: If Dahei is allowed to breathe fire from the head of the bridge all the way to the end of the bridge, wouldn't the people inside have nowhere to escape?

A stench came, and they came to the center of the long bridge. There were no buildings on both sides of the four or five meter long road, but there were many iron pillars, on which were several severed hands with varying degrees of rot, and three hands covered in white. The head of a maggot.

Inexplicably, it reminded Dani of the strings of chicken feet and pig faces that were left to dry in the sun during the Chinese New Year.

Last night, when I passed by, I also smelled the stinky smell, but I didn't see the scene on both sides clearly. At this time, after seeing it clearly, Dany almost spit out the oyster she just ate.

There are also four signs hanging under the iron pillars, scrawling the origin of the above stumps, and the severed hands belonged to thieves and bag thieves.

Three heads, the slave girl rebels against her mistress, the old bard is accused of being a spy for the Dragon Queen for playing and singing "The Tale of Hill" on the docks, and the young man kills his own father .

A pair of tiger-robed soldiers guarded the side, waving their spears from time to time to drive away carrion-eating kestrels, seagulls and carrion crows.

The old man died unjustly, Dany can guarantee that he is innocent.

New Ghis and Qarth have her spies, and Volantis is far away, so it is not yet her target.

After leaving the "tunnel" of the long bridge, Dany found that many people were hurrying along the riverside road to the north, and most of them had slave tattoos on their faces.

"What is this for?" She grabbed a small tomato vendor and asked.

"Taking advantage of the free time at noon, the slaves went to the Red Temple for midday prayers."

"Is the Red Temple far from here?" she asked again.

The Black Wall is also to the north. If the Red Temple is not far away, you can go there quietly first.

"Very close, just under the black wall."

Walking along the river bank for less than 200 meters, the vision in front of me suddenly widens. The square is less than one hectare, but the temple on the opposite side of the square is too magnificent.

Facing east and west, with its back against a black wall, the temple is a crowded building complex consisting of dozens of temples and hundreds of towers.

There are steps, buttresses, and stone arches connecting different buildings, and everything is integrated, as if they were carved out of the same huge rock.

The walls were lined with hundreds of red, yellow, gold, and orange lines that overlapped each other like a giant banner in the sunlight.

"By the Seven Gods, I thought the Great Sept of St. Baelor was already the most magnificent temple in the world, but I didn't expect the Red Temple of Volantis to be almost three times larger than the sanctuary." God Barristan was dazzled.

"Obviously, this was not built at one time, and it has been expanded many times over the centuries."

In order not to be so conspicuous among this group of devout Red God believers, Dany turned over and jumped off the horse.

"Ahhhhh, High Priest!"

"Fortunately, today's midday prayer was presided over by the Supreme Priest himself."

There was a sudden commotion from the crowd in front of us, and after a while, the 5000 people in the square cheered loudly, "Supreme Priest, Supreme Priest"

In the center of the Red Temple Square, there is a thick stone pillar about 20 meters high. A foot-wide narrow stone bridge connects the stone pillar with a platform in front of the temple. In the midday sun, a group of monks slowly climbed onto the platform.

A red-robed monk with milky white skin walked in the front, followed by a dozen male and female priests also wearing red robes, followed by the lower-ranking monks, who wore pale yellow or bright orange robes.

There is also a line of soldiers in gorgeous armor and orange cloaks standing on the steps. They hold spears in their hands and guard the entrances of the temple. The tips of the spears are made into the shape of burning flames.

"They are the Hand of the Fire, the holy warriors of the Lord of Light, and the guardians of the Red Temple," Barristan explained in a low voice.

"I know, I heard that Volantis has a thousand holy flame hands." Dany nodded, never taking her eyes off Benello.

She hoped to be able to see the other person's eyes clearly, so as to distinguish the level of his skill, but the distance was too far, and she could distinguish the color of the eyes, but she couldn't feel the fundamental spell in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Not only the square below the stone pillars was crowded with people, but also hundreds of guards gathered on the 60-meter-high black wall behind the temple to look down.

Not long after, the rest of the monks stood on the platform according to their ranks. Benello walked steadily, looking at the golden sun in front of him, walking on the narrow stone bridge as if walking on the ground, and finally stood on the top of the stone pillar.

The slaves below each had long arms, shouting titles such as "Fire of Truth", "Light of Wisdom", "First Servant of My Lord", "Supreme Priest", etc. No one called them by their names directly.

This scene, this atmosphere, is almost as good as the slaves' enthusiasm for Dany after the "Emancipation Proclamation".

(End of this chapter)