In the open space in the center of the village, Arthur and the others sat on wooden stools brought out by the villagers and ate around the table.
He said that dinner was only in the afternoon, and that it was already past the time for lunch.
The two are not one, they just want to be full.
Fortunately, the food was quite delicious. After Arthur finished half a chicken, a leg of lamb, and three pieces of freshly baked bread, his stomach finally stopped singing.
"Where's the village chief? Come here." He ordered after taking a sip of ale.
A skinny old man wearing a wheat-colored jacket and gray linen pants walked over with a smile on his face.
"Sir, are you satisfied with this reception?"
Arthur nodded, "How much do I need to pay you?"
This is the eastern part of the Riverlands, which is more prosperous than the western part of the upper reaches of the Red Fork River, but since it is in a rural area, he can't say much about the prices.
"Just give us six silver deer in total." The old man smiled even happier when he heard Arthur take the initiative to pay.
According to his rich life experience, nobles who can have such contact with common people are often of noble character, but there are not many of them.
A more common situation is that the villagers paid for their labor and food, but only received a whipping.
Two half-grown lambs, seven chickens, five or six pots of melons and fruits, unlimited ale and bread, totaling only six silver deer, which made Arthur feel that it was a good deal.
He took out eight silver deer from his money bag and patted six of them into the old man's hand, "This is food money."
Then he put the remaining two coins into the old man's other hand, "This is a tip for you, used to pay for your labor and feed the horses."
The village chief clenched his hands and quickly drew his arms back to his side, as if Arthur would change his mind.
But while doing this action, the smile on his face became even brighter, "It is our honor to satisfy the gentlemen. I won't disturb you anymore."
As he said that, he was about to retreat and leave.
But Arthur took out another golden dragon, a shiny golden dragon, which made the old man stop retreating.
Arthur bounced the golden dragon up with his thumb, then caught it with his palm, and repeated this several times.
The village chief's shining eyes also rose and fell with the movement of the golden dragon, "Sir, please tell us that we will definitely meet your request."
At this moment, he believed that if the man in front of him asked him to dig up his dead wife, he could immediately get her out of the grave and satisfy the man's certain fetishes.
"I need some strong horses to hump me and my luggage, and I also need a solution for that fart red horse."
The old man's wrinkled face suddenly became plump, and he said excitedly: "There is no problem at all. Among the plowing horses in our village, we can find a few strong ones. Although they are not as good as your Lords' war horses, they are the same if they ride on different horses."
The effect will not delay your affairs at all."
"As for the red horse, I think we can take care of it until it fully recovers, ensuring that when you return from King's Landing and pass by here, its red hair will become shiny and smooth when you see it again."
Arthur asked back: "How do you know we will pass through here when we return?"
The old man accompanied him with a smile: "Even if you don't pass by here, you can still send one of your subordinates to pick up your little baby. Our village can't walk. How can we let hundreds of villagers hide away just for a horse?
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Arthur nodded and agreed with the old man's words, "Hurry up and do it. We'll leave as soon as we finish eating."
He threw the golden dragon to the village chief.
"What's the name of your village?" Desmond asked next to him.
"Xie'er, Xie'er Village, my lord." The village elder ran away nimbly, but turned back to answer.
Arthur felt that the name of this village was very familiar. After picking and choosing in his memory, he finally remembered that this was a village that the Magic Mountain had massacred.
According to the plot of the original book, after Gregor Clegane received the order from Lord Tywin, Lord Lannister, in Casterly Rock City, he headed east along the Golden Road, crossed the Blackwater River, and then headed north, starting from the Lake of God's Eye.
They started burning, killing, and looting on the side, and the massacre continued all the way to the upper reaches of the Red Fork River.
The purpose of this is, firstly, to allow the princes of the Riverlands to disperse their forces, secondly, to reduce the war mobilization ability of the Riverlands, and thirdly, to make the princes of the Riverlands tired of appeasing the civilians in the territory and unable to cope with the conscription of the Tully family.
Tywin, the man who served as the Mad King's Hand of the King for twenty years, when it comes to thinking about it, there are few in the Seven Kingdoms who can compare to him.
The success of this plan made the Tully family almost lose the hearts of the people in the river.
Shortly after the war, there was a well-known saying: Three mouthfuls of spit, one for Lannister, one for Stark, and the remaining one for Tully.
Arthur never expected that the village he encountered unintentionally would be the target of the Magic Mountain's "loving" behavior.
It seems that there is God's will in the dark, and he and Magic Mountain are destined to fight.
In a moment, the village chief, several villagers and three skinny horses arrived in front of Arthur.
"Sir, are you satisfied with these horses?"
Although the horse is thin, it is quite big, so it is no problem for a person to have a hunchback.
One horse for Arthur to ride on, one to carry Arthur's hammer and sword, and the other horse as a spare, which is enough for Arthur to reach King's Landing.
The Lord of Moulin Rouge smiled at the village chief, "I'm very satisfied. For the sake of you serving us like this, I am willing to make a prophecy for your village and give you some suggestions. Do you want to hear it?"
He suddenly got the idea to give these poor people a hint.
The village chief didn't know what the old man was selling, but for the sake of the golden dragon and the silver deer, he smiled and said: "You say, you say, I will stop and keep it in mind. When the prophecy comes true one day, I will
I’ll act on your suggestions again.”
Patrick on the side looked at Arthur's actions curiously and asked Desmond: "What is he going to do? Make prophecies and give advice. Who does he think he is?"
Desmond didn't know either, "Look, Mr. Arthur is not a pretender."
Arthur walked out of the area of the tables and stools and stood in the open space, his hands hanging down naturally, his eyes closed tightly, as if he was feeling some mysterious presence.
Then, he suddenly raised his right arm and raised it high above his head, mumbling as if he was communicating with something.
The reason why he raised his right hand instead of both hands was because he did not want to perform the military salute.
Arthur had previously decided to go to King's Landing to pretend to be a magician and make money. This time, he planned to practice by giving prophecies and advice to the villagers in Shere Village.
The three attendants and the surrounding villagers were also attracted by his behavior. They whispered to each other and discussed what the master was doing.
After feeling that he was pretending to be like that, Arthur shouted loudly, then opened his eyes and gasped for air.
"I predict: in more than a month, your village will be burned, killed, and plundered by bandits pretending to be leading an army led by the tallest and strongest man in the Seven Kingdoms. After letting you shed enough blood, these evil people will continue to go north, along the God's Eye Lake.
And the Red Fork River will do all the evil in the world."
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