Chapter 194
"Maybe 'legal code' is good, maybe Dragon Queen is born sage, but Westeros also played Saint Baelor!"
Tyrion shrugged and said contemptuously: "Saint Baelor closes all King's Landing properties. brothel, also preached that everyone is equal under The Seven, forced Earl to wash the feet of lepers, and promised that those lords who used the chastity belt to protect the chastity of oneself's daughters would be exempt from tax."
"What's the matter? What is the use? People are dead and the government is extinguished. Now King's Landing has more prostitutes than Lys. It is not illegal for nobles to kill - even King has died half a dozen. If the young lady of the Seven Kingdoms noble family has not drank Moon Tea, she must be too looks. Ugly and stupid."
"Heh, Saint Baelor doesn't have dragons and is nowhere near as smart as his descendants. The Dragon Queen is only 16 years old, and if she lives to 70, at least she can rule Fifty years of this world!
tsk tsk, after fifty years, the whole world has adapted to her new rules."
The old scholar showed a leisurely expression and sighed: " I don't know what kind of world that is."
"Maybe Hell!" Tyrion sneered.
"Like you said, we are already in Hell anyway, how can it be worse?" The old scholar said Faintly.
"Who? Who's making reactionary remarks?" Suddenly there was a loud roar.
With the sound of "ha la la" armor colliding, more than a dozen fierce Tiger Cloaks pushed the crowd away and squeezed to the wine table.
The officer was a stocky middle-aged Volantis man, his blue eyes flashed fiercely, he looked up and down Tyrion, scolded: "monster, are you spreading the word about Mother of Demon Dragons? Crazy talk?"
"The monster has no words, but he doesn't know the evil words from Mother of Dragons." Tyrion laughed hehe.
A weathered, brown-skinned man came in from behind, pointed at the grey-haired old scholar, and said, "General Moss, it's him!
He's been saying nice things about that woman. , and also said that she will create a beautiful new world, and even she knows the "legal code" formulated by her, and she must be a spy of Slaver's Bay."
"What law did I commit?" Gray robe Lao Tzu asked with a frown.
"Two months ago, Triarch Malaquo declared that woman an enemy of Volantis. Are you her spy? Needless to say, you look very much like me. Come with me."
Not giving the old scholar a chance to explain, the short and stout General Moss waved his hand, and two Tiger Cloaks stepped forward and dragged the old man out.
"Bastards, you cowardly Volantenes, do you still have any laws, do you have any honor? You won't even tell the truth. Since you're so afraid of Daenerys Targaryen, why don't you just surrender?"
The old man had his feet hanging in the air, while kicking his legs indiscriminately, he blushed and cursed.
A group of coachmen, grooms, cooks, and waiters rushed over from the courtyard screaming. There were one or two hundred people, some with wooden sticks, some with kitchen knives, and some with long whips. Standing tall and belly in front of Tiger Cloaks, waving his weapon, shouting and threatening the dozen or so slave Warriors.
Tiger Cloaks also not to be outdone, forming a circular array to block incoming clubs with a tiger claw strapped to the wrist.
At the most tense moment, an Old Lady came over with the help of two young women.
"Moss, I can guarantee that tonight you take this foreign scholar, Malaquo will completely lose the Triarch election in six days."
The old lady walked tremblingly, But in this noisy environment, the sound is exceptionally clear and loud.
"Widow of the Waterfront, Widow of the Waterfront!" someone exclaimed.
Most of the crew members, foreign businessmen, travelers, and mercenaries who were watching nearby were stunned. Some captains bowed in awe, and stepped back to make way for her.
The old lady also smiled and responded to those who were nodded, like a king.
However, some locals looked at her coldly, remained unmoved, and Dany even heard a few Volantis merchants behind him cursing in low voices: "Vogarro bitch, damn it!"
Dany couldn't help looking carefully at the probe. It was a woman whose spine had been bent by the years. An ugly hump was piled up behind her back, and the hump was almost parallel to the top of her head.
Her white hair is too sparse, and under the torch red light, you can see the pink scalp on top of her head.
There's a scar on the cheek that Dany suspects has a slave tattoo.
Despite her senile appearance, the old widow's eyes were dark and bright, revealing a wealth of experience and deep wisdom.
As the old man approached, the slave servants who besieged Tiger Cloaks retreated to make way for her.
The stocky officer surrounded by Tiger Cloaks saw her, suppressed his anger, and asked, "Lady, what do you mean?"
The old widow stomped on the cane in her hand , indifferently said: "This is Merchant's House, this is Dongcheng, let go of this guest and take your people away."
"He--"
The old widow swayed Waving his hand, interrupting him: "I know what he said, but so what? Merchant's House entertains the Necromancer of Shadow Asshai, even more how a Maester from Sunset Lands?"
" Are you Maester? Chain?" Moss looked back at the disheveled gray robe scholar.
The old man shook his head uncomfortably and said, "I'm just a traveler seeking truth now."
"The relationship between that woman and Westeros is known, and Maester is for her Being a spy makes sense," Moss insisted.
Widow of the Waterfront moved to the sergeant and lowered his voice angrily roared: "You stupid pig, do you know how negatively your actions will affect Merchant's House? Do you know that Merchant's House's The revenue feeds at least one third of Old Blood?"
Moss's expression changed, looking back at the brown-skinned man, gritted his teeth, and waved to Tiger Cloaks, "Let him go, let's go."
"Hey, General—"
The brown-skinned man wanted to say something else, and the old widow stared, scolded: "Captain Heraz, I know you are from Ghis, Served in Iron Legion for three years, but this is Volantis.
Allowing you to do shitty drama at Merchant's House is the limit of what I can tolerate.
If you dare Undermining the credibility of Merchant's House, I can't guarantee that the Ghis here will be able to leave the harbour safely."
"You—" the brown-skinned man surprised and angry pointing at the Old Lady, "wait for that woman to call, I hope your Merchant's House can still be as full as today."
"The old woman is only a small shareholder of Merchant's House, even if it closes tomorrow, it will not affect the old woman."
When the Tiger Cloaks entire group left, Old Lady comforted gray robe Maester softly and promised to waive his accommodation fee.
Afterwards, she glanced at Tyrion, and with the help of the two maids, she moved towards the shadow in the northeast corner.
"She seems to be famous and prestigious?" Tyrion asked Dany's heart question.
"Are you still playing chess?" Graybeard Terry asked.
"I'll leave tomorrow, you answer my question first."
"I don't know her real name, everyone calls her Widow of the Waterfront, you can see her face Scar?"
"slave?"
"bed slave, with teardrop tattoos removed from her face. She was trained in Yunkai'i as a young girl and is proficient in the Way of the Seven Sighs , even Volantis Triarch is fascinated by her."
"tsk tsk, totally invisible." Tyrion murmured.
"She has great-grandchildren." Terry rolled the eyes and continued to explain in a low voice: "Triarch Vogarro fell in love with her, set her free, and married her."
"Wow, true love, it must be true love!" Dany exclaimed.
"Shh, be quiet," Captain Terry glanced nervously at the corner and cursed in his voice, "The story has a good beginning, but not a perfect ending.
Can you guys Imagine the reaction of the Black Wall nobles?
Vogarro died within a few years of depression, and Widow of the Waterfront took over his business, only to be forced to sell her husband's inheritance millennium ancestral home. Because Free Folk did not It's allowed to live in the Black Wall."
"Didn't you say she has great-grandchildren, did she have sons with other men?" Dany said curiously.
Captain Greybeard sighed with emotion: "The Black Wall nobility does not allow the son of the bed slave to inherit a noble surname, you have to understand that Vogarro has brothers, relatives, they... alas, later she was named The identity of the shareholder has stayed at Merchant's House.
If you encounter trouble, just bring a gift and come to Merchant's House for help, she will usually meet and give some help according to the situation.
Several decades, countless sailors, captains, maritime merchants, Sorcerers, monks, foreign travelers have received her favor."
Tyrion looked thoughtful, looked at his companion, and asked: " I have something to ask her for help, what are the taboos?"
"Respect, she needs respect, and one more thing, don't call her 'Vogarro's bitch'."
Dany pointed to a few high-profile businessmen in the hall and made a small report: "I was just hearing about those Volantis moneylenders."
"I don't care about that." Gray Beard shrugged and left.
Tyrion glanced at Dany and left with the square-faced middle age person.
Dany finds Barristan in the shadow of the corner and asks, "What acquaintances do you see?"
"There are a few King's Landing merchants selling in the front hall, I went up to ask Come on, guess what? Tyrion first poisoned his nephew, King Joffrey, at the wedding banquet, and then killed the father."
White Cloak, in disbelief, insisted, "King Joffrey is dead, Duke. Tywin died, Tywin Lannister was shot by his son, died in a thatched hut, oh my god, what the hell is going on, murder kin, lord murderer, is Imp crazy!"
Shiya passed away when Shishi was in the stone chamber.
Dany already knew this.
Game of Thrones' mid-term biggest boss, the peerless formidable person who quelled "Chaos of Four Kings", died in a dungeon, it was a bit miserable indeed.
But she doesn't care about that.
"Tyrion escaped alone?"
"The Spider Varys also got involved, he may be in the vicinity, but I didn't see it. Or, you go upstairs to rest first , I'm going to stare at the Imp?" Barristan said.
"Don't rush to sleep first, look at that..."
Looking in the direction indicated by Dany, in front of the rockery in the courtyard, there is a man wearing a wooden shell. Masked Shadowbinder, three Firemages, a blue-lipped Qarth Warlock, a middle-aged Moonsinger, four men and two women, all still carrying wraps, sneaking around, not knowing what to talk about there.
"What are they doing?" Dany said curiously.
"I don't know."
"You stalk Tyrion, I'll see."
"But, those people are—"
p>"Trash!"
Dany interrupted him, patted the Valyria steel dagger on his waist, and said proudly: "In front of me, they are all trash!"
White Cloak only hesitated for a moment, thinking that Queen and Half God have turned anal several times, so it shouldn't be a problem, so nodded agreed.
Dany pulled on his hood, crossed the corridor, and trotted over before the five entered the cave, "Hey, Firemage, what are you doing here?"