Chapter 856
Driftmark, Spicetown.
The sky was dark, the air was cold and wet, and the north wind seemed to roar in my ears.
But the town was unexpectedly lively.
row upon row's store door is open, filled with goods from all over the world, some shop assistants shout loudly to attract customers, while others talk loudly with customers on the shelves about the quality, provenance and price of goods .
On the muddy streets, crowds crowded shoulder to shoulder, there were nobles in gorgeous furs riding horses, there were Knights with swords hanging around their waists, there were businessmen who called friends, some were pushing carts and carrying boxes. laborers, ordinary people with their hands in their sleeves...
spirits, roast meat, toast, feces, urine, etc., all kinds of flavors are mixed together, although it does not smell good , but it merges into a vibrant life atmosphere in the streets and alleys.
There is a four-layer stone building called "Spice Hotel" at the southern end of the main street.
At this time, eight Knights with the silver seahorse emblem on their chests were guarding the door of the hotel.
Every guest who tries to enter the gate will be questioned by them.
"When I took the fast ship from Driftmark to Myr on the other side, I heard that they were negotiating.
It's almost half a month now, and it has not been negotiated.
, Zhente-yard Moji.
And instead of going to the main castle of High Tide Velaryon, we chose to go to the hotel.
Every time we entered the hotel door, we had to ask Identity, search for weapons, isn't this tossing people?" Complained by a drowning-eyed Knight in the northwest corner of the hall.
Look at the family crest on its leather armor, it should be from House Hogg of Crownlands Sow's Horn.
He was at the table with Ser Hayford, the green rippled cloak on a gold background, and the olive-skinned Merchant Myr.
"There's nothing I can do about it. It involves 100,000 tons of grain and the ownership of a dukedom. Of course, we need to talk slowly." Ser Hayford, who had a boil on his left forehead, said.
"One hundred thousand tons of grain can be exchanged for a dukedom. It's too profitable." Ser Hogg raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes with admiration.
Ser Hayford nodded with conviction, "It's just 100,000 tons of grain, not to mention a dukedom, ten years ago, even our Hayford, gritted our teeth and tightened our belts for ten-twenty years. , can also take it out."
Ser Hogg squinted and said with a smile: "It seems like a pity for the fake Crown Prince Aegon!
If he waits a few years later Back to Westeros, with only a few hundred thousand tons of grain in hand, not to mention Iron Throne, at least I can be a Duke Dangdang.
Now Sansa Stark is cheap for nothing. Although that is his wife, but a pretty widow Really become Duke, if she must marry, who can control?
Even The Seven can't object to widow marriage, Imp worked so hard, I don't know if she succeeded, but she has a big belly now , I'm afraid I have to use other methods...hehehe!"
"hehehe!" The expressions on the faces of the two men at the same table became obscene, and they laughed in unison.
"You can't call him 'Imp' now!" Ser Hayford laughed until the boil on his forehead hurt, and grinned, "That guy has changed so much now that even a big man like me is a little moved. , those women... alas, they all call him 'Little Angel' now!"
"Deserving Others sodomy's little Angel," Ser Hogg spat, contemptuously, "Haven't you heard how he broke the curse? Being kissed by the prostitute 10,000 times, what kind of rot? In my opinion, it should be called 'Little Kin-Dragon'."
" Shhh, keep your voice down," the Myr businessman glanced nervously at the stairs and the gate before saying with displeasure, "What is this place? Now little kinky-long... Oh, who is Imp again? It hurts him, in case someone hears it and spreads it out, don't be afraid, but I still plan to do business with him!"
"How could it hurt? I'm right, he broke the curse It's still from Dragonstone." Hogg said while staring.
Myr Merchant Buffet sighed then said, "Now he's the Dragon Queen's brother, and the Queen even named him Prince of Ghaen.
You are Crownlands nobles. , is an old servant of House Targaryen, and now he plans to join Dragonstone to spend Long Night. Offending Tyrion, what's the benefit to you?"
Ser Hogg and Ser Hayford stopped talking, only gloomy face drinking.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a little stiff, the Myr businessman changed the subject and said: "On the surface, the content of this negotiation is that Lady Sansa exchanged 100,000 tons of grain for a dukedom, but the fundamental reason is still Iron Throne belongs."
"Don't forget Dragon Queen's 'Long Night Heroes List'!" he whispered.
"Long Night hero list, what list is it?" Ser Hogg wondered.
Ser Hayford also looked blank.
"You don't know?" The Myr merchant turned to Ser Hayford in disbelief, "A week ago, Dragonstone called the Seven Kingdoms Earl and above in the name of the Dragon Queen - given that the Others King did not kill once The fact of death, the rule of the one who ends Long Night is king is changed to points system."
"Ser Hayford family has Earl title, should receive Dragonstone's Raven."
Ser Hayford said with a bitter smile : "You know, Ser Hogg and I were busy taking out food loans and just came back from the other side of the Narrow Sea and found you..."
" Tell us, what happened to the hero list?" Ser Hogg asked eagerly.
Myr businessman poured oneself a cup of summer red, took a sip, and said slowly: "As the name suggests, the hero list is the hero ranking that ends Long Night.
Any noble in Seven Kingdoms , civilians can participate in the human self-salvation event in Long Night, according to the size of the credit in each battle against Others, you can get a certain amount of points.
For example, in the Battle of Winterfell, Miss Arya killed The Others King once, Lady Sansa got 50,000 points; Stannis desperately challenged the Others King, although she was defeated, she won 30,000 points.
It is said that Dragon Queen broke the Cold God Forbidden Spell, and the credit is greater, but she will Dealing with Cold God is oneself's responsibility.
Playing Cold God does not count in the oath of 'the one who ends Long Night is king', so her points are only 20,000.
The current top three on the hero list are Lady Sansa, Stannis and Dragon Queen.
And then there are Dorne Princess Arianne, Westerlands Ser Jaime Lannister and the others, and even Earl Tarly, whose eldest son died in battle Winterfell, alas, miserable!
But their points are relatively low, ranging from a few hundred points to more than a thousand points."
"Why are they ranked 1st in the hero list? Was it Sansa Stark? Wasn't her younger sister Arya the one who killed Others?" Ser Hogg asked confused.
"Because Arya swore allegiance to her elder sister. Just as a soldier killed the Others King, it's his monarch who sits on the Iron Throne, that makes sense, doesn't it?" Myr businessman meaningful said with a smile.
The two Sers suddenly understood the fundamental reason why Davos and Tyrion had been arguing for so long.
Sure enough, or for Iron Throne.
"I thought the price of a dukedom was only 100,000 tons of grain, but now I found out that Stannis is an Iron Throne who trades other people's things for oneself.
Reach and Vale are not His Fiefdom!" Ser Hogg exclaimed.
Myr businessman sighed: "In recent years, you Westeros have been too chaotic, the Kings have been fighting endlessly, Duke has been exterminated one after another, it is not ignorant, but a shock, Riverlands Tully, Reach Highgarden have been exterminated, Jon Arryn's son heard that he will not live long, even Baratheon..."
Speaking of Baratheon, the businessman suddenly stopped his voice, looked around, and let out a long sigh when he saw that no one was paying attention. With a sigh, he gave the two opposite men an embarrassed wry smile, "That's a more terrifying ruthless than Imp."
The two Ser nodded heartily, and then they "don't talk about state affairs" and turned to And start talking about the recent business.
"In addition to man-made disasters and natural disasters, Westeros has Long Nights and millions of Others that are more terrifying than wars. I don't dare to enter the inland now, for fear that the living dead will not come back, and the business will naturally be I can't do it, now I'm changing my career as a moneylender."
Myr Buffet is sighed, but his face is obviously superior.
It looks like the terrifying data of a virus patient on the other side of the Pacific Ocean on Douyin by Chinese netizens, or the beautiful scenery, or the stand-up comedy of a certain crosstalk king, Or read the news that the king of cross talk has finally been recruited...
Although netizens deeply sympathize with the common people across the sea, they will inevitably build on the pain of others. hapiness.
"It's not just because of the chaos in Westeros, but also because of the chaos in Essos, right? I don't know how many of the hundreds of ships you sailed to Slaver's Bay have returned now."
At this moment, several young women dressed as warriors sat down at a table next to them, and the petite plump and beautiful woman in the lead interjected casually.
"You are..." The Myr businessman looked kindly at the plump woman with olive skin, black hair and eyes as oneself.
"Ah, Princess Arianne!" Some bald Harvard Ser didn't recognize people at first, and when he saw a few distinct Sand Snakes, and then noticed the family emblem on their clothes, he immediately exclaimed.
Knight Hogg bowed and saluted before sitting down again, saying curiously: "I heard Dorne is setting up a third line of defense at Prince's Pass. You are the commander. Why do you come to Driftmark?"
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Arianne shrugged and said, "I'll just put my name on it, the real Chief-In-Charge over at Nightsong is Ser Jon Connington."
"If you want me to say, put a lot of effort into setting it up. The defense line, it is better to build a great ship to cross the sea to Essos continent for refuge. No matter how strong the Others are, can they cross the sea?" Myr said with a smile.