Chapter 205

Chapter 205

Around 2:30 pm, Dany and Barristan crossed the Long Bridge and returned to Fishmonger's Square in West City.

At this time, the traffic in the square has decreased by 60%, and the fishery boss is no longer shouting. Lazily is sitting in the shade of the shed and dozing off.

But the plaza was not silent. There were seven or eight round oak plank tables in the shade outside Merchant's House, and a flag fluttered in the wind beside each table.

There were three or five mercenaries with fierce looks behind the table, some sitting lazily drinking at the table, and some yelling at every passing man or boy.

"Aiya, that old man, the red cape mercenary who plays the guitar, isn't that Windblown's deputy head Denzo?" Dany lowered the top of his hood and whispered to Barristan.

old fogey dismounted calmly, glanced at the second table in the east, saw the familiar blue and white striped swallowtail flag, and whispered: "It's Windblown, they seem to be recruiting. The seven tables are also recruiting points for the mercenary group.

The Seven is on top, all of which are the top 20 large mercenary groups.

Bloodbeard's Company of the Cat has 3000 elite infantry; Gylo Rhegan the Shoemaker's Long Lances, 800 Lancers; Kendi Demonblade's Stormbreakers, the same as the previous Company of the Rose, Westeros as the backbone, established by exiled nobles in Dance of the Dragons, mixed foot and cavalry, a Thousands of members.

Giggs the Twin Headed Demon's Bright Banners, the Three Thousand Unsullied to protect Qohor, their characters and Second Sons are not honorable, but you have also seen the strength of Second Sons, now The Bright Banners should not be underestimated."

The old man didn't have time to introduce each mercenary group, the waiter at the entrance of the hotel quickly greeted them, helped them lead their horses, and asked what services they needed.

At the end, the pock-faced teenager with two doors tattooed on his face told Dany: "Master Rhaella, Widow of the Waterfront hopes you can meet her when you get back."

"You call her that too?" Dany said curiously.

"The widow said that her former name came from slave-master, but her husband always called her that. She couldn't change her name, so she could only let it be forgotten by the living." The pock-marked boy said.

Dany

"I don't know."

When walking around a round table , a pig-faced brown-skinned mercenary glanced at Barristan, stretched out his hand and grabbed the lower edge of his cloak, and grinned: "Hey, old fogey, I see you are tall and have a long sword on your waist. You are an old Knight? Would you like to join us? Iron Shields, go to Slaver's Bay to do the Dragon Queen?"

"I'm not a wild knight."

White Cloak's cold gaze almost froze the mercenary's heart, and his hand loosened , and let him go.

When Dany and old Knight crossed the threshold and entered the lobby of Merchant's House, he was foul-mouthed to vent.

“When did the mercenary group come?” Dany asked the pock-marked boy.

"For the past two months, they've been coming to Fishmonger's Square every day after lunch to recruit."

"It's no surprise that Windblown was crippled by Mother of Dragons, and came to Volantis to recruit new members. , but are there any shortage of other mercenary groups?" Barristan asked with a frown.

"Ai, they are recruiting for Slaver's Bay!" The boy sighed with a worried look, "The more the Allies are recruiting, the better.

Almost all mercenary groups have expanded their recruitment by one. Twice the number of troops, United Nations is responsible for providing all the logistical support anyway.

That woman is not easy to provoke. After a battle, no matter win or lose, the mercenary group is estimated to be abolished by more than half. Look at Windblown , Second Sons, Stormcrows, you will understand the ending."

"Since you know the ending of Stormcrows and Second Sons, those mercenary groups still dare to provoke Dragon Queen, aren't they afraid of being destroyed?" Dany said with a sneer.

"For mercenaries, there is only one thing in the world that scares them," the pock-faced boy shrugged, "There is no money in his pocket!"

The hall was empty in the afternoon. , there was not a single guest at the half-round table, and there were no merchants who shouted to buy and sell goods.

Crossing the front hall, the pock-faced teenager took the two to an empty wine table under the vines in the courtyard. People gathered together and said a few words, the pock-marked boy turned his head and bowed to Dany and left.

Then the blonde girl came to Dany with a stack of golden locusts in her hands.

With the plate on the table, she said in Valyria with a Lys accent: "My lord, could you please sit here for a while? The widow is receiving a guest from Westeros, the next I'll see you."

"What? Isn't it us next?" At the wine table on the other side of the grape trellis, a handsome young man with blond hair stood up, slapped the table in dissatisfaction and shouted.

Dany looked sideways and found that they were still acquaintances. The two young men who entered the city from the Dongcheng Wharf yesterday evening, Hathay and Hathay got separated when they crossed the Long Bridge, but they did not want to live in Merchant's House.

In addition to the blonde man and the black-haired simple and honest youth, there is also a "Strong Belwas" who is almost the same size as Belwas.

He has broad shoulders, a round belly, legs as thick as tree trunks, hands as thick as ham, and bald head like a smooth pink pebble.

"It's you?!" Seeing Dany's face clearly, the tall, blond-haired young man was surprised at first, then immediately woke up and recognized her. He bowed gracefully and said with a smile: "Hello, miss, we met, remember?

We entered the city from the docks yesterday evening, and we talked about Mother of Dragons with a nobleman riding an elephant.

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God, I must say, you are as bright as the Nymeria star in the sky, and if that woman is one tenth as beautiful as you, our..."

"cough cough cough..." The black-haired simple-hearted young man quietly pulled his trousers a few times and coughed a few times.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The handsome young man laughed gently, then turned his head and looked towards Lys slave girl, and asked: "We can accept the beautiful lady to cut the line, but you at least give a reason. Isn't that enough?"

"You came to see the widow with gifts, and the widow wanted to see Priest Rhaella, is that reason enough?"

"Uh..."

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The blond young man was stunned and understood the meaning of the slave girl's words. Soon he laughed again and looked towards Dany: "So your name is Rhaella, and you are still a priest."

Dany glances vaguely at Barristan, who hides his face under the hood, guessing he must have seen the three opposite from Westeros.

"Are you guys from Dorne?" she asked vaguely, taking a bite of a fried locust wrapped in fine flour.

In this different world, apart from the moon at night, Northwest has a bright white star that attracts the most attention. When Dany had nothing to do at night and could only look at the stars and the moon, he once suspected that it was a three-dimensional star. An ultra-distant star in a bulk galaxy.

Just like the Three Stars Constellation of the White Tiger of the West in the mouth of ancient Chinese astronomers, the Greeks classified it as "Orion".

This world is the same, with different races, different cultures, and different names for the white star.

Jhiqui calls it "Maid".

Well, Sun is Horse God, Moon is Horse God's wife, white star is a maid serving "Khaleesi", just like Jhiqui oneself.

Andals chose the seven brightest stars in the sky except the moon, named after The Seven, and the white star is called "Crone star", which guides the lost in the dark night.

Dorne is most affected by Rhoynar's article Shadow Transformation, the white star is called "Nymeria Star", and the milk-white streamer in its tail section is the 10,000 ships led by Nymeria.

"I'm the son of a Dorne wine merchant." The black-haired prudent young man glanced at the slave girl before explaining to Dany: "Ghiscari wine is recognized as inferior wine in the world, the best Dorne wine in our family, Maybe it can be sold for a good price in Astapor."

I have an idea." Dany said: "I have a big locust in my mouth, and whispered to the White Cloak next to you, try it. , chicken flavor, but more fragrant and crisp."

The slave girl endured for a while, and finally said: "This time is different from the past, dragon...that woman brewed a Top Grade Spirits, even the Volantis wine dealer secretly went to buy it!"

"Oh, then we should go and have a look." The blond young man smiled hehe.

"As you like," the slave girl glanced sideways to the northwest corner, "it's your next turn, remember, get your gifts ready."

Dany and Barristan hearing this Standing up and seeing a maid on the corridor beckoning to Lys slave, I knew it was time to see the widow.

"Do we need to prepare gifts too?" Dany asked as he pulled out a silk scarf and wiped the oil from his mouth.

The slave girl thought for a while and said, "Usually when people see widows, they ask for something, but widows are not greedy for the guests' money, and the gifts brought by many people are not worth ten coins."

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"Well, I see." Dany looked thoughtful, the gift showed more respect for Widow of the Waterfront, the widow who was a bed slave inherited her husband's property, the money was too much to spend, the lack Only respect.

Thinking of this, she could not help but quietly untie the opal bracelet on her left wrist.

"Ah—" Before taking a few steps on the corridor, a girl's high-pitched howl suddenly came from the west corner of the hall, followed by the boisterous laughter of a group of drinkers.

"Dwarf melon, fuck her!"

"Wow, dwarf fights." Some sailors whistled and slapped.

Entering the hall, through the gap between the sparse onlookers, Dany was shocked to see the bluestone floor with messy cups and plates. Tyrion was covered in oil and was rolling with another dwarf.

A female dwarf dressed as a man, the wine splashed her grey shirt, the shadow of a small steamed bun was printed on her chest, and the other little steamed bun was exposed to the public because Tyrion was pulling her clothes hard. Down.

"Enough!" A tall middle age person rushed out from behind the counter, who should be the owner or lobby manager.

He took a stick and knocked on the heads of the two of them a few times, and then lifted the Imp who was holding down the female dwarf in the air. Dwarf was strangled by the collar, blushing and struggling. Random kicks.

Tyrion's companion, Haldon, who looks a lot like Maester, hurried over and shouted, "Put him down, are you going to kill him?"

But Volantene had just put the Imp down, and the girl on the ground dwarf got up on a reel like a mad heifer with her head on Tyrion's chest and knocked him down a table, dishes "crash-bang" on the ground, poor Imp, blond hair All soaked in the soup.

The female dwarf didn't want to let him go, she got up with her hands on the ground, rushed over with a cry of "ao ow", and rode hard on Imp's chest, her fists falling like raindrops on his cheeks, brows, and forehead.

His lips were broken and his eyes were swollen, and his ugly face without a nose became more deformed and ugly.