Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 205 The Widow's Invitation

At about 02:30 in the afternoon, Dany and Barristan crossed the long bridge and returned to the West City Fishmongers Square.

During this period of time, the flow of people in the square has decreased by [-]%, and the owner of the fishing ground stopped shouting, and sat lazily in the shade of the shed to doze off.

However, the shouts were not gone in the square. Seven or eight round oak tables were placed in the shade outside the door of the merchant's house, and a flag fluttered in the wind beside each table.

There were three or five mercenaries with fierce faces behind the table, some of them were sitting lazily drinking at the table, and some of them were yelling at every man or boy who passed by.

"Oh, that old man, the red-cloaked mercenary who plays the guitar, isn't he Danzo, the deputy head of the Windblown Company?" Daniela lowered the top of her hood and whispered to Barristan.

The old man got off his horse calmly, glanced at the second table on the east side from the corner of his eye, saw the familiar blue and white striped swallowtail flag, and said in a low voice, "It's the Windblown Brigade, they seem to be recruiting. The other seven tables are all The recruiting point of the mercenary group.

Seven gods, all of them are large mercenary regiments ranked in the top [-].

Bloodbeard's Cat Regiment, with 3000 elite infantry; 'Shoemaker' Gillo Reha's Pike Regiment, with 800 Lancers; 'Magic Blade' Kendi's Breaking Wind Regiment, same as the previous Rose Regiment, Westeros The human backbone was established by the exiled nobles in the Dance of the Blood Dragon, with a mixture of cavalry and cavalry, with a thousand members.

In the story of the "Two-headed Devil" Ziggs' Bright Banner Group and the three thousand Unsullied protecting Kohor, their roles with the Second Sons are not glorious, but you have also seen the strength of the Second Sons. Now The bright flag group should not be underestimated. "

The old man didn't have time to introduce each mercenary group. The waiter at the door of the hotel quickly greeted them, helped them lead the horses, and asked what services they needed.

Finally, the pockmarked boy with two doors tattooed on his face told Dany: "Lord Layla, the Widow by the Water wants you to meet her when you come back."

"You call her that too?" Dany asked curiously.

"The widow said that her former name came from a slave owner, but her husband used to call her that all the time. She can't change her name, she can only let it be forgotten by the living." The pockmarked boy said.

Dani nodded, and asked again: "What is Madam looking for? Are you in a hurry?"

"I am not sure."

When walking around a round table, a pig-faced brown-skinned mercenary took a look at Barristan, stretched out his hand to grab the hem of his cloak, and grinned, "Hey, old man, I think you are tall and have a long sword hanging from your waist. Old knight? Do you want to join our Iron Shields and go to Slave Bay to kill the Dragon Queen?"

"I'm not a Wild Rider."

The white knight's cold gaze almost froze the mercenary's heart, and he let him go as soon as he let go.

After Dany and the old knight crossed the threshold and entered the hall of the merchant's house, he vented his emotions by cursing.

"When did the mercenary group come?" Dany asked the pockmarked boy.

"In the past two months, they have come to the Fishmongers Square every day after lunch to recruit people."

"The Windblown was maimed by the Mother of Dragons, so it's not surprising that they came to Volantis to recruit new members, but are there any shortages for other mercenary groups?" Barristan asked with a frown.

"Oh, they're recruiting for the Eastern Expedition to Slave Bay!" The young man sighed worriedly, "The more the Allied forces recruit, the better.

Almost all mercenary regiments have doubled their strength, and the United Nations is responsible for providing all logistical support anyway.

That woman is not easy to provoke. After a battle, no matter whether they win or lose, the mercenary group will probably lose more than half of it.Look at the ending of the Windblown, the Second Sons, and the Stormcrows and you will understand. "

"Now that we know the fate of the Stormcrows and the Second Sons, those mercenary groups still dare to provoke the Dragon Queen, aren't they afraid of their destruction?" Dany sneered.

"For mercenaries, there is only one thing in the world that scares them," the pockmarked boy shrugged, "No money in his pocket!"

In the afternoon, the hall was much empty, and there were no guests at most of the round tables, and there were no merchants clamoring to buy or sell goods.

Passing through the front hall, the pockmarked boy brought the two of them to an empty wine table under the vines in the courtyard. After setting it up, he waved to a blond slave girl standing in the northwest of the corridor. The two got together and said a few words, The pockmarked boy turned his head and bowed to Dani before leaving.

Then the blond girl came to Dany with a stack of golden fried locusts in her hand.

The plate was on the table, and she said in Valyrian with a Lysian accent: "My lord priest, may you sit here for a while? The widow is receiving a guest from Westeros, and the next one will be See you."

"What? Aren't we the next one?" Standing up beside the wine table on the other side of the grape arbor, a handsome young man with blond hair stood up, patting the table and shouting dissatisfiedly.

Dany turned her head and found that they were still acquaintances. The two young people who entered the city together from the East City Wharf yesterday evening were separated when they crossed the long bridge like a car, but they didn't want to both live in the merchant's house.

In addition to the blond man and the black-haired simple and honest youth, there is also a "strong man Belwas", who is almost the same size as Belwas.

Broad shoulders, round belly, legs as thick as tree trunks, hands as thick as hams, and a bald head like a smooth pink pebble.

"It's you?!" Seeing Danni's face clearly, the tall blond young man showed surprise at first, then immediately woke up and recognized her, he bowed gracefully, and said with a smile: "Hello, miss, We met, remember?

Yesterday evening we walked into town from the Docklands together, and on the way we talked about the Mother of Dragons with a nobleman riding an elephant.

God, I must say, you are as bright as Nymeria's star in the sky, if that woman is one-tenth as beautiful as you, our "

"Cough, cough, cough," the black-haired, honest young man quietly pulled his trouser leg a few times, and coughed a few times.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The handsome young man smiled gently, then turned his head to look at the female slave of Rees, and asked, "We can accept the beautiful lady jumping in line, but can you at least give me a reason?"

"You brought gifts to visit the widow, and the widow wants to see Priest Leila, is that enough reason?"

"Uh"

The blond-haired young man was startled, and he understood the meaning of the slave girl's words. Soon he laughed again, looked at Dani and said, "So your name is Leila, and you are a priest."

Dany cast a veiled glance at Barristan, who hid his face under his hood, and guessed he must have seen that the three of them were from Westeros.

"Are you Dornish?" She took a bite of a fried locust wrapped in fine flour and asked vaguely.

In this different world, apart from the moon at night, there is a bright white star in the northwest that is the most eye-catching. When Dani had nothing to do at night and could only look at the stars and the moon, she once suspected that it was a super star in the Trisolaran system. far stars.

Just like the ancient Chinese astronomers said that the western white tiger with seven constellations, the Greeks classified it as "Orion".

The same is true in this world, with different races and cultures, and the naming of the white star is also different.

Ji Qi called it "Handmaiden Star".

Well, the sun is the horse god, the moon is the horse god's wife, and the white star is the handmaiden who serves the "khalisi", like Jiki herself.

The Andals chose the seven brightest stars in the sky except the moon, and named them after the names of the seven gods. The white star was called the "Star of the Crone" to guide the lost in the night.

Dorne was most influenced by the Rhoyna culture. The white star was called "Nymeria's Star", and the milky white streamer at its tail was the [-] ships led by Nymeria.

"I'm the son of a Dorne wine merchant." The steady black-haired youth glanced at the slave girl before explaining to Dany: "Ghiscari wine is recognized as bad wine in the world, and the good Dorne wine in our family may be able to Get a good price in Astapor."

"I have an idea." Dany nodded, picked up a fat locust and stuffed it into her mouth, and whispered to the white knight next to her, "Try it, it tastes like chicken, but it's more fragrant and crispy."

The slave girl endured for a while, and finally said: "It's different now, that woman Long has brewed a kind of top-quality liquor, and even the Volantis wine merchant secretly went to buy it!"

"Oh, then we should go and have a look." The blond young man said with a smile.

"It's up to you," the slave girl glanced sideways to the northwest corner, "It's your turn next, remember, get your gifts ready."

Dany and Barristan stood up when they heard the words, and when they saw a maid in the corridor waving to the slave of Lys, they knew it was time to see the widow.

"Do we need to prepare gifts too?" Dany asked while wiping the oil from her mouth while pulling out the silk scarf.

The slave girl thought for a while, and said: "Generally, when a widow sees a widow, it is always asking for something, but the widow is not greedy for the money of the guests, and the gifts brought by many people are not worth ten copper coins."

"Well, I see." Dany was thoughtful. The gift showed more respect for the widow by the water. The widow who was born as a bed slave inherited her husband's property. .

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but quietly untied the opal bracelet on her left wrist.

"Ah—" After walking a few steps in the corridor, a girl's shrill howl suddenly came from the west corner of the hall, followed by a group of drinkers booing and laughing.

"Short wax gourd, fuck her!"

"Wow, the dwarves are fighting." A sailor whistled and clapped his hands.

Entering the hall, through the gap between the sparse crowd of onlookers, Dany was shocked to see the bluestone floor with messy cups and plates, and Tyrion, covered in oil, was rolling with another dwarf.

A female dwarf dressed as a man, with wine splashed on her gray clothes, left the shadow of a small steamed bun on her chest, and another small steamed bun was exposed to the public because Tyrion tugged at her clothes.

"That's enough!" A tall middle-aged man rushed out from behind the counter, he should be the owner or the manager of the lobby.

He took the stick and knocked on the heads of the two of them a few times, and lifted the little devil who was holding down the female dwarf into the air. The dwarf was strangled by his collar, blushed, and struggled to kick his legs indiscriminately.

Tyrion's companion, Halton, who looked like a maester, hurried over and shouted: "Put him down, are you going to kill him?"

But as soon as the Volantene put the little devil down, the female dwarf on the ground got up like a crazy heifer, and put her head on Tyrion's chest, knocking him over a table, bowl The dish "crashed" fell to the ground, the poor little devil, his blond hair was soaked by the soup.

The female dwarf didn't intend to let him go, she got up on the ground with her hands on the ground, screamed "Aoao" and rushed over, riding hard on the little devil's chest, her fists rained down on his cheeks, eyebrows, and forehead.

His lips were broken and his eyes were swollen, and his ugly face without a nose became even more deformed and ugly.

(End of this chapter)