Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 857

Arianne frowned and glanced at the merchant of Myr, and asked, "Did the Long Night spread to the continent of Essos last time? I mean the White Walkers."

The Myr people were startled, and hesitated: "There shouldn't be any. The White Walkers are a specialty of your Westeros. If the 400-kilometer-wide narrow sea doesn't freeze, how would those monsters cross the sea?"

"In the legends, at least there are strange ghosts appearing in Yidi, and the rumors about the last emperor of Liming Kingdom, the Bloodstone Emperor, have you heard of it?" Sand Snake's elder sister Obaya said.

"I trade in the Narrow Sea, and I have never been to the Jade Sea." The businessman shook his head.

"Actually, quite a few nobles have recently started arranging their families to go to the other side of the narrow sea." Sir Haver said in a low voice.

"Chaotou Island has become so prosperous because it is close to King's Landing, but it is not connected to the land, and the strange ghosts can't get there." The merchant of Mier said.

Arianne said, "Ser Barristan is building the Neck with the help of the Marshmen, and after that there is the Trident.

Even if the White Walkers break into the Three Rivers Basin, the Dragon Queen's "Dawn Warrior" will support them at any time, so there is no need to worry too much. "

"The news from the north is terrible. I heard that the entire Winterfell was frozen in a 2000-meter-high iceberg?" Knight Hogg looked at Arianne, "Your Royal Highness was in Winterfell, right? Why? Hidden?"

"I was in the tomb. At that time, I didn't know there was a forbidden spell outside. I was in a daze, and felt that the air had become extremely cold."

Arianne's cheeks were flushed, but it was unknown whether it was from embarrassment or alcohol.

"At that time, the forbidden spell had been broken by the Dragon Queen, and the power of the ice was vented to the sky, and the water vapor in the air was frozen and turned into an iceberg.

Otherwise, hiding in the ground will also be frozen into popsicles.

But I'm not afraid at all. The dragon queen and the seven gods are behind the curse. It's still easy for us to kill ordinary ghouls and other ghosts.

In fact, I really want to try the feeling of one-on-one with the White Ghost King. My swordsmanship has been passed down by my father, and I am definitely not inferior to that Bunyan. Teresa said excitedly in a white nun robe.

She is the third child among the Sand Snakes, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a sweet appearance. Because her mother is a nun, she wears a nun's robe since she was a child, but she is best at poison and black witchcraft inherited from her father.

Mmm, voodoo nun.

Knight Hogg looked at the sweet Teresa, his eyes were a little straight.

"After experiencing such a tragic Battle of Winterfell, Miss Teresa still has the courage to challenge the White Walker King. She really shamed those Yankees who sacrificed their babies to the Cold God before fighting." He praised.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere on the wine table suddenly became heavy.

Offering sacrifices to the cold god and massacring cities are both taboo topics.

The Myr trader gulped down a corner of his spirits and bared his teeth: "Your king is crazy from generation to generation. Even the barbaric Dothraki horses will leave the people as slaves after they break the city."

Sir Haver said with an ugly face: "Those people sacrificed to the cold god and provided ghost fighters for the ghost king. They committed a heinous crime."

Although he was also very disgusted with Erlu's behavior, he would still feel very unhappy if he was ridiculed face to face by foreigners, even if the direct target of the ridicule was not him.

Sensing the cold attitude of the people around Westeros, the Myr merchant shrugged and said, "The White Walkers are not the subject of our discussion today, let's talk about the loan.

I have also been to the territory of the two knights, but it is really not worth the price."

Sir Hogg and Haval glanced at the girls of Arianne, their expressions were a little embarrassed, but they were indeed in urgent need of money, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and bargain with the merchant of Myr.

Listening to the three men talking for a while, Arianne figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

Westeros has been fighting again and again, and the turmoil is endless, and the king's land is the place that all kings must pass through on their journeys.

Similar to Guanzhong and Luoyang during the Three Kingdoms period, the rich land with hundreds of thousands of households was trampled several times by the princes of the Seven Kingdoms in turn, and now it has become a desolate wasteland with bones exposed in the wild and no chickens crowing for thousands of miles.

The series of wars is already a tragedy, coupled with the long night and cold winter, the royal nobles can't survive anymore, they can only sell their properties, even mortgage the minerals and taxes in the fief, and buy loans from the banker on the other side of the narrow sea. food.

"Hiss, food prices have risen to this point?"

Arianne couldn't help but exclaimed when Sir Haver exchanged 30 years of taxes in the fief for 500 tons of wheat and [-] tons of bacon.

This Sir Neville Harver is just a Sir, but the Harver family has the title of Earl and fief, but the current Earl of Harver is a five-year-old girl, and his cousin helps manage the family affairs.

For an earldom, which is still a prosperous place like a royal kingdom, 30 years of taxes (calculated from the end of the long night) can only be exchanged for [-] tons of food.

"On a summer day without wars, Haver City would be able to produce thousands of tons of wheat and melons a year, and one copper coin could buy five big, crunchy red apples." Sir Haver dejectedly said.

"You also said that it was a summer without wars, and now it's wars and long nights," the Mir merchant said with a smile.

"You vampires from the Free City are simply robbing!" Arianne said empathetically, glaring and gnashing her teeth.

The Mir merchant argued: "Now the price of grain is at this price. After the long night, there is no way to grow grain. Every grain of wheat eaten is one grain less, which is more expensive than gold. After all, even the long night does not affect the miners' mining of gold mines."

"Westeros is suffering through the long night, and you are having a feast of gluttony. It's not fair."

Speaking of this, Mother Teresa rolled her eyes, with a sweet smile on her face, and said crisply and sweetly: "Maybe, we should make a suggestion to the 'Anti-Ghost Committee', if any city-state on the other side of the narrow sea does not agree For our food, we caught a few strange ghosts and threw them over.

We almost captured the White Walkers, and it wasn't hard at all to catch a few White Walkers. "

The Merchant of Mir seemed to see a White Walker, with a frightened face, pointing at the Sand Snake with trembling fingers, "You, you are a nun, by the Holy Mother!"

The faces of the two lords also turned pale, and the previous reverie suddenly disappeared: this is the Sand Snake, the daughter of "Red Viper" Oberyn!

Teresa rolled her pretty eyes, and said angrily, "Your Myr man is called 'The Holy Mother'. Do you also believe in the Seven Gods?"

"Yes, I have now converted to the Seven Gods. In Mier's hometown, I also vacated a shop selling coffins at the end of the street and converted it into a small church, where neighbors and neighbors can go to pray." Mir proudly said .

"The coffin shop? Is it because the White Ghosts have been haunted recently, and the coffin business can't continue? I thought only the coffin shop in Westeros was closed, but I didn't expect that the coffin shop in Narrow Sea couldn't stand it either." Arianne asked strangely. .

During the Battle of Winterfell, many knight ghouls wearing armor and holding weapons appeared. Most of them were decomposed and had obviously been dead for many years.

The family emblem on the armor also indicated their identities: the ancestors of the noble families in the northern border.

You can imagine the scene at that time: on the wall of Winterfell, a knight from the north was wielding a dragon tooth knife, killing and killing behind the hanging ladder. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in front of him, a familiar rotten face, a familiar face. armor, the same family emblem as myself

My ancestral grave was dug up, and now my ancestors came to kill me with a rusty iron sword?

The faces of the northern soldiers turned green.

Naturally, when the information summarized after the Battle of Winterfell was sent to various castles in the south in the form of mansion reports, the coffin shop of the Seven Kingdoms immediately became empty.

The Mir merchant blushed slightly, and said awkwardly, "Many of the coffins in my store are exported to King's Landing."

"It is blasphemy to the Seven Gods to use the coffin shop to rebuild the church." Arianne shook her head.

"Your Royal Highness, you can't say that. Compared with other shops, the coffin shop is big enough but not too conspicuous. And Stranger also represents death! In fact, my chapel only enshrines the Virgin Mary and Stranger." Secretly The businessman said.

"Have you ever been to King's Landing? Is the Great Sept of Baelor conspicuous enough? But you still choose an inconspicuous coffin shop. Stranger will probably take you to the seven hells." Arianne mocked.

"The national conditions are different!" The Mir merchant shook his head and said with emotion: "In Westeros, the Seven Gods are the mainstream belief, but Mir is the site of the Red God Cultists.

The followers of the Red God are so crazy, just think of the group of red monks in Kohor who intend to burn the Black Goat Temple.

It's not that I don't have money, and it's not that I can't build a church in the middle of the street, but that would be too conspicuous.

If the Red God believers are provoked, the whole building may be burned by the fanatical Red Monk.

Therefore, my plan is to develop believers in remote places first, and when the surrounding people start to believe in the Seven Gods, the red monk may be a little scruples. "

Such careful consideration surprised several people. This Mir man took so much thought, it seems that he really believes in the Seven Gods!

"You also believed in R'hllor before, why did you change to the Seven Gods?" Arianne asked curiously.

The Myr merchant hesitated for a moment before pulling out a seven-pointed red cloth bag the size of a chicken liver from under his collar.

"Atonement?!" Several Westeros exclaimed together.

The Myrman nodded, stuffed the bag back into his heart preciously, and sighed: "I trade in the Narrow Sea and spend at least four months of the year in Westeros. As far as I know, I have also participated in several evangelistic meetings of the Big Sparrow, so it is logical to convert to the belief of the Seven Gods."

"Are you afraid of death?" Mother Teresa sneered.

The corner of the Mir merchant's mouth twitched, "Who isn't afraid of death?"

"The Church of the Red God also preaches that believers will go to the heaven of Allah Rahlo after death. It seems good to have virgins and wine pools and meat forests as companions?

When I was still in Old Town, I was almost pulled into the Church of the Red God by the red-robed monk from Reese. "Obaya, the elder sister of Sand Snake, said.

Obara's mother was an Oldtown craftswoman, and when she was nearing adulthood, Prince Oberyn found her daughter, threw a spear at her feet, and asked: Do you choose it or your mother.

Big Lolita Obara picks up the spear and becomes a samurai of martial prowess, while her samurai mother dies of alcoholism a year after losing her daughter.

But before Oberyn found her, because of her tall stature, she was favored by the red-robed monk, who planned to buy her as a sacred skill, riding a horse to guard the temple of the Red God during the day, and riding a man to make money at night.

A shrewd look flashed in the eyes of the Mier merchant, and he said in a deep voice: "No one has ever seen the red god's heaven, but many people have witnessed the miracle of the Virgin Mary, and some people have returned from heaven and described the scenes and characters of heaven. and how it works.

More importantly, the teachings of the Seven Gods are very humane, and R'hllor's reputation is not as good as that of the Lord of Light. "

"Isn't the Lord of Light R'hllor?" Knight Hogg asked doubtfully.

(End of this chapter)