Chapter 414
"You are..." The customs inspector carefully looked at the old black man who was pulling oneself, with an old face and thin gray hair, a very ordinary old black man, but in the cuffs of his azure silk robe, A flame symbol in the shape of a flame embroidered with a big thumb cap.
"You are Firemage?" Suddenly, an amiable smile bloomed on his face, and his tone and attitude were as warm as spring breeze.
"I am Firemage Wood, Volantis transcendent world's strongest Firemage."
The black old man speaks the truth like bragging.
After the tragic death of Lysbin, a young generation in the western continent, at the hands of the mercenaries, although the old Wood did not become the new Number One Person - he is too old and his inheritance is not good enough.
But in the Firemage faction, he has become a well-deserved Number One Person.
At least Volantis Number One Person.
The customs inspector's body shook violently, the complexity greatly changed, and he hurriedly handed the document and ink pen in his hand to Unsullied behind him.
He took a step forward and asked respectfully and expectantly, "Is this true? Will Master prepare Wildfire?"
Wood saw his expression, and his heart became clear, and he shook his head. With his robe sleeves, his head held up coldly snorted and said: "In the streets and alleys of Volantis, I don't know how many people know my name Grand Mage Wood, can they fake it?
As for Wildfire, an entry level thing. After eighteen years old, The old man won't (dare) to play."
This is another big truth, Grand Mage Wood lived in Volantis piers and neighborhoods for several decades, and the audience who watched him perform Fire Magic was not ten thousand. Eight thousand.
"Great Grandmaster, do you want to join the Imperial Dragon Mages in Your Majesty? My name is Tand and I can take you to the Great Pyramid."
The Customs Inspector's mouth almost cracked Big banner with the words "Welcome Welcome".
Imperial Dragon Mages?
The name is very cool, it sounds pretty good!
Old Wood was satisfied, but without any expression on his face, he nodded reservedly, and asked: "Can Queen be here at this time? Astapor?"
"Just got back yesterday," said the Customs Inspector graciously. "Queen Your Majesty is always looking for a real Grandmaster like you, and she will surely meet you in person."
"I am also Firemage." Another gray robed man came over, rubbed his hands, and said excitedly: "My name is Pogba, in the Volantis Firemage world, I can rank in the top three, second only to Lysbin and Grandmaster Wood."
"Really?" the customs inspector was deeply skeptical.
This Pogba is thin and short, with sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, and a gust of sea breeze blows, and the gray robe actually clearly prints seven or eight rib marks on his chest.
“Grandmaster Pogba is too modest,” old Wood said resolutely, “Now that Lysbin Great Grandmaster has passed away, my Pogba brother and I are almost on par, and he and I are also called 'Volantis double absolute'. I've done it."
"I'm sorry, it turns out to be 'Volantis'. The Master has arrived at the realm of Return to the Natural State, and the subordinate has no eyes and can't recognize the Master's unpretentious Grandmaster temperament, please forgive me ." Tand bowed sincerely and apologized.
Totally sincere, no sarcasm, no disrespect.
"And me," a short fatty who looks like a beer barrel squeezes in, thumbs up at oneself's fat chin hanging down to his chest, "I'm 'Greek' Hancock of Qohor, proficient in Fire Sorcery and blood refinement technique, the first Firemage in the continent in Essos."
The oil residue Hancock just finished introducing oneself, before Inspector Tand had time to compliment him, another two-meter-tall thin bamboo pole loudly said: "And me, Myr's 'Fire Cloud' Jip, the first Firemage in the Narrow Sea."
"Are you sure... to join the Imperial Dragon Mages?"
Tand was surprised and suspicious. In the past, there was no real Firemage. Why did four people come in one breath today?
Also from the Great Grandmaster in the north of the Southern Sea.
"Hey, don't doubt, since we dare to give our names and places of origin, there is no possibility of lying. With Dragon Queen's action in Slaver's Bay in the morning and Pentos in the evening, we can easily verify the authenticity of our identities. False.
And people can lie, but magic power is real, we will prove to the Queen that oneself is not just in name only, but also in reality." Huo Shaoyun Jip said wisely.
Inspector Tand had to admit that the thin bamboo pole was right.
putting it that way, four Great Grandmasters at once?
When Tand was excited, another large group of forty-fifty "crooked melons and cracked dates", "Demon ghosts", "shrimp soldiers and crab generals" rushed over, shouting loudly. "I am Firemage too", "I am Myr's No. 1 Fire Demon", "We are the Tyrosh Four", "We are the Volantis Firemage Top Ten Young Heroes" and so on.
Not to mention Inspector Tand, Tyrion and the others on deck were dumbfounded too.
"Aren't they jugglers?" the female dwarf with a big dog asked suspiciously: "We even had a sparring with them on deck while sailing at sea! They also said they would come to Astapor. Be an acrobat."
In order to conceal his identity, Tyrion, under the pseudonym Hugor Hill, formed a group with Penny and became a burlesque performer.
Well, it is Tyrion riding a pig, Penny riding a dog, pretending to be famous characters such as Robert, Young Wolf, and Renly, and duel.
"What a dance of demons!"
Tyrion looked at the roaring fire magician, frowned: "What is Dragon Queen thinking, is it a wildfire like her father Aerys? Hobbyists?"
"hmph, you forgot how the Ghis fleet failed? If instead of kerosene and pitch, a can of Wildfire fell from the sky...
Just a small can, you can ignite an 800-ton main battleship." The vicissitudes man with wrinkles in the corners of his eyes said with a sneer.
Tyrion tugged at oneself's unbuttoned shirt and sighed, "Look, how hot is this place? Wildfire just got out of the cellar, and it's going to explode immediately without Sun's direct fire."
Septa Lemore suggested, "How about we join the Firemage group and go to the Great Pyramid to meet the Dragon Queen?"
She is Young Griff's nanny and mentor. His spiritual guide to The Seven Teachings.
Long dark brown hair and a pair of gentle purple eyes, she is a very seductive and elegant woman in her late forties.
Well, Imp is very greedy for her body.
"Haldon, what do you think?" The vicissitudes of life turned his head and looked towards Haldon with an ascetic face.
Haldon Halfmaester, the gray robe Maester who walked with Tyrion in Volantis that day.
"If the Dragon Queen is in Astapor, we don't have to hide our identity any more and go directly to the Great Pyramid to report your name.
Whether it's Jorah Mormont or Ser Barristan, Both understand the meaning of 'Jon Connington'," Haldon said flatly.
"I originally planned to investigate her first and observe her behavior closely." Connington, the vicissitudes of life, said hesitantly.
"It's all here, so what are you investigating?" A wry smile appeared on Haldon's serious face.
"Ai, the Allies' rumors about her are too exaggerated, I'm worried that she will be bad for Griff," Connington said in a low voice, glancing at the teenagers standing beside Firemage, "Other rumors are possible. It's fake, but the death of Viserys is very real, what a terrifying woman who can watch her own big brother get burned by her husband!"
"This..." Haldon He hesitated, "How about, Young Griff continues to hide his identity, and you are loyal to her as an old minister?"
"Come on," Tyrion listened for a while on the side, when he heard Old Griff Partner's bad idea, can't bear it anymore.
"You want her people, her army, and her dragons, it's impossible to keep Young Griff a secret forever.
To a strong Queen, it's best Be honest with each other from the very beginning. If she is as rumored, suspicious, greedy, and cruel, the consequences of concealing it will only be worse."
"Ai, you're right." Connington frowned. "A perfect King like Prince Rhaegar is rare, and I sincerely pray to The Seven that she will have one-tenth the kindness and wisdom of her big brother."
Tyrion The missing nose was twisted into a pig's nostril, "Lord Connington, don't let Robert hear this, or he'll be so excited to lift the coffin board."
"Uh, what did you say? ' Connington was dazed.
"Dragon Queen, who swept more than 100,000 Ghis army and forced slave merchants all over the world to form an alliance, is not as good as one-tenth of Rhaegar in your mouth, so how heroic and heroic is Robert with the hammer? After all , Robert beat Rhaegar." Imp laughed hehe.
"You should pray with me that she has a tenth of Rhaegar's kindness. Otherwise, when your one-liners provoke her and order your big deformed head to be chopped off, we won't take it for granted. You can go against her in the little things." Connington coldly said.
Imp held oneself's big head in both hands, said with a smile: "Is it necessary? No, it can at least tell one-liners."
Connington gave him a deep look, Walk over to Tand.
At this moment, Orange Wine has docked at the S-13 pier, and Inspector Tand has also registered the names, origins and bandit numbers of a group of Firemages.
"Captain Neville, come with me too!" the customs inspector said to the mustache captain who was watching the excitement.
"What did I do?" Neville raised his moustache in surprise.
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Tand took his hand enthusiastically and explained with a smile as he walked towards the springboard, “Captain Neville, you brought so many highly skilled talents to Astapor, The Queen will at least reward you with a 'green card'."
Hearing that oneself would be rewarded, Neville's panic immediately turned to surprise, and quickly asked, "What is a green card?"
“With a tax-free card, no matter how much you buy or sell in Astapor, it is tax-free,” explains Tand.
"If, next time I bring a caravan over..." Neville shivered.
Tand waved his hand and said proudly: "Within 100 boats, tax-free!"
Neville almost fainted with excitement, turned around and looked at the group of weird acrobats again, it seemed Three feet golden light is seen on their grotesquely shaped heads.
It turns out that according to Dragon Queen's taste, this is talent.
Next time, I have to go to the dock to scavenge a batch.
"Lord Inspector, please wait." Connington walked past a group of Firemage excitedly talking about the "One Million Gold Coin Project", came to the Customs Inspector in the Green Dragon T-shirt, and whispered: "I Is Ser Barristan Selmy's old friend, I wonder if I can pass it on?"
Donnel was shocked, and solemnly reminded: "Ser Barristan is the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard of Queen Your Majesty, you should not climb it. Relationship."
Connington affirmed: "You tell him the name 'Jon Connington' and won't-"
"Ahhh, Magistrate, Impartial and incorruptible Cleon!"
Suddenly, there was a roar of cheers from the S-12 pier next door.
"What's the matter?"
Connington looked sideways and saw a butcher-like man stride proudly ahead with a resolute look amid the cheers of the crowd. Under the springboard.