Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 232 Buying Armor

In the morning of the next day, the sky was as blue as washing, the sun lazily looked at the noisy city below, and the gentle sea breeze brought ripples along the emerald green Mead River, breaking into Linhe Street from Whispering Bay.

There was a lot of traffic on the stone road, and the crowd was shoulder to shoulder. Dany and Whitebeard rode on horses and moved forward slowly with the flow of people.

Dani's black hair was tied into a dashing single ponytail, and she was dressed in a capable crimson leather armor, leather pants, and high boots. butt.

The former willow leaf eyebrows were deliberately trimmed into sharp thick black sword eyebrows, matched with the confident and proud expression on the face, and the slightly upturned lips, dispelling the last trace of childishness of the 16-year-old girl, and completely becoming a heroic and chic female swordsman.

The mercenaries and knights who came and went would often peek at her, look at her openly, or whistle and wink at her when they passed by, which was very eye-catching.

Barristan also changed his appearance, all his long gray hair was shaved off his shoulders, and he became a big bald head, his lips and beard were dyed a mottled dirty gold-he had black beard, hair, eyebrows drooping at the end, and more Six points decadent.

In fact, just by having a messy beard on his face, a mature person can't recognize him. For example, when he was in Qarth, Jorah Mormont never recognized his identity—the old knight had smooth and neat cheeks, well-groomed Meticulous, old handsome guy.

Even if there is no terrifying difference between Jack and the water gun man, which is completely equivalent to two people, at least it is the difference between "The Wolf of Wall Street" and "The Revenant".

The old knight was still wearing a helmet all the time, even if he didn't pull down his helmet, his appearance would be difficult to recognize clearly.

Anyway, walking around the street, the white knight met at least twenty acquaintances, but none of them gave him a second glance.

At most, they gave him an indifferent glance because of the heroic female knight next to him.

"Were there so many people in Oldtown?" Dany asked.

Although the Mead River Tournament officially started two days later, knights and freeriders could be seen everywhere from Rose Avenue to the streets and alleys of the old town, or bards playing harps or drums, Wagons full of hops, hams, hoops of butter, and barrels of honey, with merchants, artisans, and whores

Barristan explained: "Although this time is not as sensational as the tourney that celebrated the inauguration of the Prime Minister (Ed Stark) a few years ago, it is because the Ironborn are really hated. Except for the local knights of the River Bend, Dorne, Storm Many nobles also came to Lannister Port."

"Look at that—" As he said that, the old knight raised his hand and pointed at a group of cavalry on the other side of the river. Seventeen or eighteen knights chatted and laughed wantonly on the horses, and from time to time some people leaned forward and backward with laughter.

Three of them guarded the outer riders, holding a flag in each hand.

The patterns on the three flags are: three golden ears of wheat, two young deer, and yellow haystacks.

He stared at one of the square-faced young men with black curly hair, and said with a complicated expression: "Harvest Hall, the Kavron family in Young Deertun, and the Erlor family in Hay Hall are all lords of the Stormlands."

"Your relatives?" Dany asked.

The old knight was born in the Harvest Hall. He was originally the heir to the earl and had a fiancée, but he gave up all of them in order to pursue the glory of the Kingsguard.

Well, a ruthless person who doesn't even want a wife.

"The current Earl of Harvest Hall, Arstan Selmy, my grandnephew." The old knight's last words were so low that Dany almost couldn't hear them clearly.

She remembered that in Qarth that day, the pseudonym used by the old knight to conceal his identity was "Astane".

"Would you like to meet?"

The old man misunderstood what she meant, and hesitated: "Although Harvest Hall is the largest granary in Stormland, it doesn't have many troops, and the timing is not right now."

"Hey, am I missing that person?" Dani waved her hand, "Just talking about the old days."

"No need, that kid is relatively honest and can't keep a secret."

In just a few words, the team on the other side of the river disappeared into the crowd and disappeared. The two of Dani also turned into an alley, and turned a few more turns under the leadership of the old knight, and finally came to the edge of the west city. Street of swordsmen.

"A street of blacksmiths, where you can buy iron armor of any size." The old knight said with a smile.

Along the way, Dani saw seven or eight blacksmith shops, where the shirtless weapon master was hammering hard in front of the forge, and there were free riders with similar purposes to her, holding armor and haggling loudly with the boss.

There are also a few old men with wrinkled faces driving a carriage along the street to sell. There are rusty old swords and knives piled up in the cart.

In the end, the old knight brought Dany to the gate of a huge stone building on the street. Glass booths were installed on the walls on both sides of the wooden door. beasts, bison, and even dragon helmets.

As soon as the two of them got off their horses, a servant came over and took the initiative to help lead the horse aside. Then another maid with a round face walked over from the door, bowed, and asked, "I don't know what the guest needs? Swords, swords, Shields, iron armor, chain mail, leather armor, we have them all in our shop."

"I want a full plate," Dany said.

"Custom or off-the-shelf?"

"How long does it take for a custom order to be picked up?" Dani asked.

"According to your requirements for Iron Armor, at least half a month, but no more than two months."

"I need it urgently."

"We have a lot of stock here."

Afterwards, the round-faced maid asked about the price, and after getting a reply from Dany that "the price is not important, but the quality must be the best", she led the two of them across the hall covered with all kinds of iron armor, and then walked along the cobblestone path. A courtyard facing sundries such as charcoal and iron ingots finally came to a row of low red brick houses in the backyard.

There is no door or wall on the side of the townhouse facing the courtyard. The whole room is wide open, like a warehouse, but there are no piles of goods inside. It is just a forging room full of heat waves, smoke and dust, and the clanging of hammers.

From time to time, a master blacksmith yelled at the apprentices, or yelled at them to do things. At that time, two young men in sweatshirts covered in black and ash hurried across the courtyard carrying a basket of coke.

Well, they deliberately avoided the cobbled paths.

The old knight nodded, and said: "Only in the hands of the master blacksmith can you buy real good goods, and the mercenaries who are shy in their pockets will buy the goods that look like they are placed in the front hall."

The round-faced maid smiled at him approvingly, and led them straight to the largest forging room on the left.

There are two rows of wooden racks outside each forge, on which are hung messy plate armor, iron helmets, throat guards and other armor parts, and several guests are looking back and forth under the introduction of the apprentices.

"Will you pick it yourself, or shall I find you an apprentice?" the maid asked.

"I'll choose." The old knight stepped forward and began tapping on a pair of silver-gray plate armor.

The maid said to the apprentice next to her, and said goodbye to Dany: "You can pay the bill directly to the master blacksmith after choosing the armor."

The iron armor hanging on the wooden frame looked messy, and a whole set was disassembled and put together. This not only facilitated the guests to check the quality of the armor, but also made fine adjustments to some parts according to the actual situation of the guests.

Just as they were picking out the armor, they heard a conversation coming from the blacksmith shop.

A man said angrily: "Garland, you must help me, too many people have come to Old Town recently. I dare not say the whole country, but all the knights from the Reach have come.

But for every knight, two freeriders, three artisans, six soldiers, a dozen businessmen, and two dozen prostitutes will follow. As for thieves, there are so many that I dare not even guess.

When there were more people, things began to become troublesome. This morning, a drunkard was found to have drowned in the mead river—unsure whether it was accidental or homicide. A riot broke out in a tavern at the gate of the north city last night. Several frontier riders fought with Dornish people stand up

Alas, there are so many similar fights, and even health cases happen from time to time, you should send a group of people to help me maintain order! "

Another young man asked puzzledly, "Is there such a big gap in the military strength of Old Town? I remember that you, Second Uncle, started training recruits a month ago."

"Garlan Tyrell, Garth Hightower." The old knight glanced at him and whispered.

Dany also saw two heroic knights wearing leather armor and long swords on their waists, a middle-aged man in his early thirties with the White Tower Clan emblem on his chest, and the other a young man in 23 with a Two huge golden roses.

Well, Gals was once Jorah Mormont's second uncle.

"Old Town Man" Leighton Hightower has many children, six daughters and four sons. Linice is the youngest daughter, and Humphrey, whom Reese met, is the youngest son.

From this, it is not difficult to understand why Jorah can eat "swan meat". There are too many children in the family, and Earl Layton is already very satisfied with finding a powerful earl who is "both civil and military" to be his son-in-law.

Although the second daughter married the Duke of High Court, the son-in-law has the reputation of "the number one general in the game of power", and people in the world call him "inflatable fish", and the old man can't be proud of it.

I heard Gals say helplessly: "Did you not realize when you came? The wheat in the field is ripe, and the soldiers I recruited have to put down their spears and pick up their sickles to harvest the crops in the wheat field!"

"The ironmen are attacking the river bend, and you let those farmers go home?" Garland asked in disbelief.

"Uh, you didn't receive the letter crows from the Academy City?" Gals was stunned, and said: "Half a month ago, the Academy City sent white letter crows to the homes of the major lords across the country to convey the message of the coming of winter. That is to say, Next year will officially enter winter."

Garland shook his head disapprovingly, and said, "What about winter? Our Reach is not in the north. We can at least harvest two crops of wheat. The next year will snow, and the fourth year may be a 'wrong spring'. Sowing and harvesting crops.

For thousands of years, we southerners have spent the winter like this, and there is no need to delay the war for hoarding food. "

"Seven layers of hell!" Dany yelled in a very "fashionable" way, and couldn't help but walked a few steps, exclaiming: "You mean that the Reach Land, which is the granary of the Seven Kingdoms, has no grain storage?"

Galan Tyrell's eyes flashed with astonishment first, then he frowned quickly and asked, "Who are you, eavesdropping on our conversation?"

"It's such a loud voice, ask the nearby guests," Dany pointed to a chain mail swordsman picking out his armor, "who didn't hear your conversation?"

The chain mail waved his hands again and again, and shouted: "You woman, don't slander me, I didn't hear Earl Garland talking to Sir Garth."

The corners of Dani's mouth twitched a few times, "I'm standing next to Jazz, and my voice is not too loud, aren't you deceiving me?"

(End of this chapter)