The curtain blocked the dust and heat of the street, but it could not block the disappointment. Dany climbed into the car tiredly, thankful to be able to avoid the sea of Qarthen eyes. "Make way!" Jhogo said to the crowd on horseback.
He yelled, cracking his whip, "Make way! Make way for the Mother of Dragons!"
Xaro Xanwan Daxos reclined on the cool satin cushions, pouring ruby red wine into a pair of matching emerald and gold goblets, his hands steady despite the swaying chariot.
"My light of love, seeing the deep sadness written on your face," he handed her a cup, "are you sad for the lost dream?"
"A deferred dream, nothing more." The silver collar tightly around her neck hurt her, so she untied it and put it aside. There was a magic amethyst embedded in the collar, and Xaro promised that it would work.
Protect her from all poisons. The "royal family" has a bad reputation and often gives poisonous wine to those they think are dangerous, but they didn't even give Dany a glass of water. They didn't even consider me the queen of the city. She is bitter.
I thought to myself, I was just an afternoon entertainment show, a horse girl with a weird pet.
When Dany reached for the wine, Rhaegal hissed and dug his sharp black claws into her bare shoulder. She had to withdraw her hand and move it to the other shoulder so that he could only hold his clothes on.
Not skin. Xaro had warned her that the elegant royal family would never listen to the Dothraki, so she dressed in Qarthian style: a flowing green satin, revealing half of her breasts, silver sandals on her feet, and a waist
Black and white pearl belt. If I had known it was useless, I might as well go naked. Maybe that's what I should do. She took a big sip of wine.
The royal family are descendants of the ancient kings and queens of Qarth. They command the citizen guard and a luxurious fleet, and control the straits that connect different sea areas. Daenerys Targaryen wants that fleet, even just part of it.
, and wanted some soldiers. She offered traditional sacrifices to the "Temple of Memory", traditional tributes to the "Keeper of the Register", traditional persimmons to the "Door Opener", and finally received the traditional
Blue silk slippers, summoning her to go to the "Thousand-seat Palace".
The royal family sat on the huge wooden seats of their ancestors to listen to her petition. The wooden chairs were arranged in an arc, ascending step by step from the marble floor to the high circular ceiling, on which was painted Quel.
It is a glorious scene at sunset. Those chairs are not only huge, but also have strange carvings. The gilded surface is bright and brilliant, inlaid with amber, agate, jade and emerald. Each chair is different and competes with each other.
It's just that the people sitting on it all looked listless and sleepy. They were listening, but they didn't listen, and they didn't care what they heard. She thought, they were the real "milk people" and didn't want to hear anything.
Help me. They came here purely out of curiosity and boredom. They were more interested in the dragon on my shoulder than in me.
"Tell me what the royal family said," asked Xaro Xanwan Daxos. "Tell me what they said that made the queen in me so sad."
"They said 'no.'" The wine tasted of pomegranate and summer. "Of course, they said it politely, but underneath those nice words, it was still no."
"Did you praise them?"
"I compliment you shamelessly."
"Did you cry?"
"Real dragons don't cry," she said irritably.
Xaro sighed. "You should cry." People in Qarth often shed tears. Tears are regarded as a sign of civilized people. "What do those people we bribed say?"
"Mathos said nothing. Windrow complimented me on the way I spoke. 'Elegant Egon' rejected me along with the others, but he cried afterwards."
"Alas, these Qarthites are really untrustworthy." Xaro himself was not a royal family, but he told her whom to bribe and how much each person should give. "Cry, cry, cry for the treachery of mankind.
.”
Dany would rather weep for her gold. The money she spent in bribes to Mathos Malarovan, Wendro Kaldis and Elegant Elmoro was enough to buy a ship.
, or hire about twenty mercenaries. "Can I send Ser Jorah to get the gift back?" she asked.
"In this case, I'm afraid that the 'Regret Guests' will sneak into my palace one night and murder you while you are sleeping," Xaro said. The "Regret Guests" are an ancient killer guild with a sectarian nature. They are killing
The victim always whispers: "I'm sorry" before dying, hence the name. The biggest characteristic of the Qarthen people is their politeness. "As the saying goes, asking for money from the royal family is better than giving stone cows to Pharos."
It’s still difficult to express milk.”
Dany doesn’t know where Pharos is, but to her, Qarth is full of stone cows. The giant merchants who have made a fortune from overseas trade are divided into three factions that are suspicious of each other: the Ancient Spice Guild, the Tourmaline Brotherhood, and the Thirteen
The giant, Xaro belongs to the last one. The three groups compete with each other to seize the dominance of trade, and at the same time they are fighting endlessly with the royal family. The wizards are watching from the sidelines. They have blue lips and terrifying strength. They are rare.
Showy but awesome.
Without Xaro, Dany would have been at a loss. Most of the money she wasted opening the door to the "Hall of Thousand Seats" came from the generosity and wit of the merchants. The news that there were real dragons in the world spread throughout the East, and more and more people
More and more dragon seekers came to visit - Xaro Xanwang Daxos stipulated that everyone, regardless of their superiority or inferiority, must offer gifts to the Mother of Dragons.
The trickle started by him soon turned into a raging torrent. The merchant captains brought lace from Myr, boxes of saffron from Yidi, amber and dragonglass from Asshai; traveling merchants presented bags of
A bag of coins; the silversmith gave her rings and necklaces; the flute player played the flute for her; the actors performed acrobatics; the entertainers performed tricks; the dyers and weavers gave her colored cloths, the rich colors of which she had never seen before. Two Jogesnesians
Give her a zebra, black and white, with a fierce temperament.
There was even a widow who presented her husband's mummy, covered with a layer of silver leaves. It is said that such a corpse has extremely powerful magic, especially because the deceased was a wizard, which is more effective. The Tourmaline Brotherhood insisted on giving her a crown in the shape of a three-headed dragon.
: The dragon's curled body is made of gold, its wings are made of silver, and its three heads are carved from jade, ivory and agate.
The crown was the only gift she had left, and the rest were sold to raise the money wasted on the royal family. Xaro asked her to sell the crown too - the Thirteen Giants promised to give her a better crown
, he swore to heaven - but Dany firmly refused. "Viserys sold my mother's crown, so people called him the Beggar King. I have to keep the crown, so people will think of me as the queen." She.
She kept it, even though her neck ached from its weight.
【Prison Gate Castle】
No one knows about the massacre that occurred at the source of the Sulfur River, except for the deserters who recovered their lives from the battlefield. The soldiers and nobles who escaped from the edge of the lake back to Prison Gate Castle were so frightened that they were all lost.
Some people were still talking nonsense. Ulric Uller ordered people to whip them severely with whips, which finally made them wake up from their panic.
"Have you seen ghosts? Can you be considered a warrior of Dorne with this look?" Ulric is a very stern man, and his ferocity has not faded with the passage of time. At this time, Sir's eyes were red,
He glared viciously at the people who had fled back, as if he would pull out a knife and hack them to death at any moment.
No, maybe it's worse. Legend has it that the Uller family likes to lock people in gloomy dungeons and roast the prisoners with flames.
"Where are the others? Why are you the only ones back?"
"Dead, everyone else is dead! Killed by that devil!"
Seven or eight soldiers knelt on the ground, their bare backs covered with marks from whips. The noble officer kneeling at the front raised his head and said with a pale face: "That foreigner is a wizard, wearing human skin on his head.
The giant dragon, he said he wanted to tell us a joke, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, more than ten of the best warriors turned into meat paste!"
Urick turned his head and looked at Nymeria and Earl Haman beside him, his expression became more and more gloomy, "What nonsense are you talking about? The dragon has long since ceased to exist! The wizard is just lying to people!"
He drew out his long sword and sneered: "Since you are unwilling to tell the truth, I will send you to see..."
Count Haman shouted: "Stop!"
In Hellgate Castle, Earl Haman's words were the supreme law. As soon as he spoke, Ulric could only put away his sword and retreat to the side. Haman shook his head by mistake and said to his brother: "The dragon
They disappeared from this world for a time, but now they are back. As for the wizards, even the evil wizards in the legend cannot easily defeat a hundred cavalry."
He turned his head and said to the people kneeling on the ground: "Get up and take us to the place where the incident happened!" The count was thinking in his mind which people would be thrown to the dungeon floor after the incident was over. Those who were wailing and roasting meat
The taste has always made him miss it.
One hundred soldiers is not too many. Almost all the people of Dorne are soldiers, and all adult men can be regarded as soldiers. Moreover, most of them are private soldiers of the nobles at all levels below. It is even a good thing for the Uller family to die. But people
Since he is dead, he needs to give an explanation. He needs to give an explanation to Sunspear City and also needs to give an explanation to the nobles below.
Thousands of cavalry, under the personal leadership of Earl Haman, rushed out of Prison Gate Castle and headed north along the Sulfur River. This was already most of the Uler family's military strength, and there were more than a hundred noble officers alone.
, the soldiers are also covered in scale armor. In the desert, such an armed force can only be produced by the top nobles.
Those viscounts, barons, etc., can hold up the sky if they have two to three hundred armored soldiers. Seeing so many elite soldiers dispatched, everyone in Prison Gate Castle realized that something was wrong, and they asked each other what happened.
What happened? Soon, news came out that the one hundred cavalrymen who had set out earlier were almost completely wiped out.
"I have long said that foreigners are despicable and unreliable!"
"But that stranger looks a lot like us! He also has black hair and the color of his eyes is very similar!"
"Nonsense, how can any of us Dornish people look like that?"
"Yes, that foreigner is too tall and too white!"
Near the "place where the dragon fell", the owner of the fruit stand picked up the linen from the basin and listened to the discussions of the people around him with an expressionless face, completely ignoring the strange looks cast by others.
