Chapter 202
"Enough, Hugor, you've already lost 70 Silver Coins, we're running out of money." The ascetic-looking middle-aged man whispered.
"Uh, no money? Lost 70 Silver Honors so quickly..." Tyrion stood on the round stool, seemingly dumbfounded.
"dwarf, your lifeblood is very valuable, and I'm willing to pay 10 Gold Honors to buy it." Lysbin was proud as he put the small pile of Silver Coins on the table into the leather bag around his waist. Flirting with Tyrion.
Dany found three leather pouches on the left and right sides of the youth Firemage belt, except the one that was holding money, the other was bulging, full, and one half full, but it seemed to be holding Gold Honor.
“I love my dick so much, how about a little slap in the face? One Silver Coin at a time is a bit more expensive than the prostitute in the colorful garden next door, but it’s rare to see such an ugly dwarf.” Tyrion viciously said.
"Hahaha..." The vulgar sailors around laughed loudly and loudly, and even across the street from the window, there were also pedestrians looking around curiously.
The young Firemage glanced coldly at Imp, glanced at the wealthy businessmen and mercenaries in the audience, and loudly said: "Is there anyone else who wants to try? One loses ten, the minimum bet is one Silver Honor, there is no upper limit, A guess is ten times better."
"I'll do it." A Summer Isles man in a cloak of peacock feathers stepped forward and tossed a Gold Honor with a skull crown, "Firemage is both Liar, it is known, I don't believe that you can spread things through the air."
Dany did not stop to watch, but directly crossed the crowd and found the shop assistant at the front desk. The taming horse in the room was led out.
When she walked down the stone steps of the main entrance, she happened to hear the Summer Isles person lose his calm and arrogance, and roared almost hysterically: "Three? This is impossible, I have been staring at it, a Gold Honor, Come again, come again..."
Around noon, Fishmonger's Square is crowded with people, the smell of fish and cumin barbecue is intertwined, riding a high-headed horse can clearly feel the prosperity of Volantis .
Volantis has the largest population, largest port, largest city, and most fertile and vast Rhoyne colony.
Once, the "First Daughter of Valyria" was the leader of the Nine Free Cities, and even now, its economic and military strength is second only to Braavos.
The sun is shining and the view is wide, and Dany sees the city better than he did last night.
Go east to the riverside street, the waterside neighborhood is more lively, there are no buildings facing the street lower than two floors, and there are clothing stores, Cyvasse chess halls, hotels, bakeries, brothers, warehouses on the facades below. Wait, the streets are full of sailors, merchants, and slaves as busy as cockroaches.
Dany suddenly finds that oneself has been pitted by Aunt Kelly on the outskirts of Dongcheng. There are many people riding Hathay, but riding is by no means unusual and will not be "looked differently" by others.
The yellow oranges on the street scooters caught her attention, and she bought 15 adult men with five coppers | The oranges with the size of fists, and gave five to White Cloak, while Dany ate them Sweet and sour oranges, while riding leisurely along the street.
In Literature there is a lot of men and women with shovels or flies on the streets, they are like one after another inconspicuous shadow, huddled, warm and fresh elephant dung on the ground, Horse dung, cow dung shovel into the dustpan.
Therefore, the smell of this riverside market is not unpleasant, but the sweet fragrance of flowers and fruits wafts from time to time.
"Choose Alios, choose Alios Qhaedar!" A woman suddenly shouted sharply from the front.
The man also booed, "I want to see below you!"
"Put it up and let me see clearly!"
"Where are you? I'm going to find you tonight, whore|house bitch."
"Please vote for Alios!"
......
A three-meter-tall huge elephant rumbled by, the ground trembled slightly at each step, carrying a huge fortress on its back, estimated to exceed ten square meters, nine enchanting girls in tulle grabbed the slender fortress The fence, acted coquettishly towards passersby.
Passing mercenaries and sailors saw their dive souls upside down, and they couldn't walk.
Well, the girls have teardrop tattoos on their eyebrows, they are all slaves.
A girl pulled out her fair-skinned naiko and flirted with a whistling sailor. A girl obediently lifted her pink gauze, spread her legs, and pouted on the street. There are also girls who slide right hand below and enter, and the men on the street are staring and blushing.
Finally someone couldn't hold back, a fatty with blonde hair in his fifties rushed out of a rice shop next to him, beckoning to huge elephant and shouting: "I'm Belvin Khandar, I have the right to vote, I Swear to vote for Alios Qhaedar and give me a whore."
"Okay, sir." The huge elephant stopped, a silver-haired magnificently dressed youth riding a small dwarf elephant like White Jade leaned over and said: "Thank you Mr. Khandar for supporting my father. I wonder which one, or how many, do you want?"
Midian Boss lustful pointed to the girl upstairs in the fort, "The silver-haired one... unfortunately not purple. Eyes, or it's more like that woman, and the blonde who looks like the Queen Mother of Regent King from Westeros, and the maroon curly hair, the goblin, Miao has come out, it's really killing people... "
"Belvin, don't wait until the day of the vote, you will die!" Someone next to him laughed loudly.
"Don't say three, I can handle all thirty, but not everyone is as useless as you."
"hahaha..."
The street was full of laughter, three girls climbed down the rope ladder on the elephant's back, and at the same time three girls came down from the rear, took off their yellow cloaks, and wore only transparent silk Clothes climbed up the fort.
The fat rice merchant pulled three pretty girls and ran to the interior of the store impatiently, huge elephant continued on.
"Choose Alios, choose Alios!"
After all, there are only a few people who have the right to vote in Xicheng District. .
"It was so dark last night that I couldn't see clearly, and now I realize that the Long Bridge is so strange." Dany turned his head to the old Knight under the Blackstone arch of the Long Bridge.
The long bridge does not distinguish between sidewalks and lanes. Carriage, Hathay and passersby are crowded together. The road surface is only more than five meters wide, but this does not mean that the bridge deck is only five meters thick. In fact, it is more than 12 meters wide. .
There are no fences on both sides of the road, but all kinds of buildings stand in great numbers, shops, temples, gold shops, spice shops, hotels, dog meat halls, hotels, Cyvasse chess halls and brothels... .
Slave shop has weavers, laceworkers, glassworkers, candlemakers with marked prices, and fisherwomen selling Lamprey oysters gather together and sell their catch to passersby loudly.
Dany bought 30 fresh oysters from a middle-aged silver-haired woman with one Silver Coin.
She was standing by the wooden cart, dipped in the vinegar sauce and fresh Lem provided by the woman, and ate 20 of them in a row, very fresh, tender and delicious.
The buildings on both sides of the road are three four layers high, each of which protrudes inward from the one below, and the top floors on both sides are almost connected.
When crossing the bridge, it seems to be passing through a cave tunnel, only the top "Heaven's Line" transmits the golden sunlight.
Last night there were only bright lights, and I couldn't fully see its building structure.
Walking through it at this time, Dany thought strangely: If Big Black was allowed to breathe fire from the top of the bridge to the end of the bridge, wouldn't the people inside have nowhere to escape?
A stench hit, and they came to the center of the Long Bridge. There were no buildings on both sides of the four-to-five-meter-long road, but there were many iron pillars, and several severed hands of varying degrees of rot were hanging on them. , and three heads full of white maggots.
Inexplicably, Dany thought of the strings of chicken feet and pig faces that were left to dry under the sun during Chinese New Year.
I smelled the stinky stench when I passed by last night, but I couldn't see the scene clearly. At this time, Dany almost spit out the oyster he just ate.
There are also four signs hanging under the iron pillar, scribbling the origin of the above stump, and the broken hand belongs to thieves and thieves.
Three heads, slave girl reaching out against her mistress, old Bard accused of being a Dragon Queen spy for playing and singing "Hill (Xi'er) Tale" by the pier, young man then kill the oneself father.
A pair of Tiger Cloaks stood by, waving their hands from time to time to chase away carrion-pecking tea falcons, seagulls and carrion crows.
The wrongful death of the old man, Dany can guarantee his innocence.
New Ghis and Qarth have her spy, Volantis is far away and not yet her target.
Out of the "tunnel" of the long bridge, Dany found that many people were rushing north along the riverside road, in a hurry, and nine out of ten had slave tattoos on their faces.
"What is this for?" she asked, pulling a small vendor selling tomatoes.
"In the free time at noon, the slaves go to Red Temple to do afternoon prayers."
"Is Red Temple far from here?" she asked again.
Black Wall is also to the north, if the Red Temple is not far, you can go there quietly first.
"Very close, just under the Black Wall."
After walking along the river bank for less than 200 meters, the field of vision suddenly widened. The square is less than one hectare, but the square The temple opposite is too grand.
Sitting east to west, the temple is backed by the Black Wall. It is a crowded building complex consisting of dozens of temples and hundreds of towers.
There are steps, supporting walls and stone arches between different buildings, which are all connected together, as if they were hewn out of the same huge rock.
The walls have hundreds of red, yellow, gold and orange lines, which are superimposed on each other and look like a huge bunting in the sun.
"The Seven is above, I thought the Great Sept of Baelor was already the most magnificent temple in the world, didn't expect Volantis' Red Temple to be almost three times bigger than Sept." Barristan was dazzled.
"Obviously, this was not built all at once, and it has been expanded many times over the centuries."
In order to be less conspicuous among this group of devout Red God believers, Dany rolled over and jumped off the horse.
"Ahhh, High Priest!"
"It's so fortunate that the High Priest will preside over the afternoon prayers today."
The crowd in front suddenly came There was a commotion, and after a while, four or five thousand people in the whole square cheered loudly, "High Priest, High Priest..."
There is a stone pillar in the center of Red Temple Square, almost 20 meters high, a narrow stone bridge with the width of the foot connects the stone pillar and a platform in front of the temple, where a group of monks slowly climbed up in the midday sun.
A Red Priest with milky white skin walked in the front, followed by a dozen or so male priestess wearing red robes, followed by lower-ranking acolytes in pale yellow or orange robes.
A row of soldiers in ornate armor and orange cloaks also stood on the steps. They guarded the entrances to the temple with lances in their hands, and the tips of the lances were shaped like flames.
"They are the Fiery Hand, the Holy Warrior of the Lord of Light, and the Guardian of the Red Temple," Barristan explained in a low voice.
"I know, I heard that Volantis has a thousand Fiery Hands." Dany nodded, never taking his eyes off Benerro
She wanted to be able to see each other's eyes clearly to distinguish their skill level, but the distance was too far, so she could distinguish the color of the eyes, but couldn't relate to the fundamental spell in his Consciousness Sea.
Not only was the square under the stone pillar full of people, but there were also hundreds of guards on the 60-meter-high Black Wall behind the temple, looking down.
Not long after, the rest of the monks stood on the platform according to their ranks. Benerro walked steadily, staring at the golden sun ahead, walking flat on the narrow stone bridge, and finally stood at the top of the stone pillar.
The slaves below each have long arms, chanting titles such as "Fire of Truth", "Light of Wisdom", "My Lord's First Servant", "High Priest", etc. No one calls them by their first names.
This scene, this atmosphere, is almost as good as the slave's enthusiasm for Dany after the Emancipation Proclamation.