Chapter 145: Holy City News
The letter sent to King Cleon was taken away by Astapor's caravan, and Gale and his party settled in Vaes Dothraki for a long time. They ate, drank, rested, and tried to please the administrators every day. them.
The days passed like this day by day, and they couldn't figure out how long it took. The Holy City was always sunny, and even the occasional raindrops only made everything cleaner and clearer.
They had no chance to see the great Khal again, and rarely talked to the governors, because all the Dothraki seemed to be very busy, and this busyness caused the holy city to change almost every day.
Outsiders are very curious about the changes, but tighter guards have been arranged in most places.
At this time, in the western market of Vaes Dothraki, in a lime-painted tavern, the lights were bright, and several people from the Free Trade City were sitting there, listening to a man from far away Westeros. The scholar talks about his own adventures in travels and in the wilderness.
This squat scholar, with a cheerful expression, was wearing a shabby leather coat and a belt made of leather buckles. On the belt hung a short sword for traveling with a simple horn scabbard. .
The owner of the wine hall is a Myr, with olive skin, black hair and black eyes. He is holding a barrel of mead and filling up the earthenware cups, while listening to the guests' discussions with great curiosity.
The merchants of the Free Trade City became even more excited after hearing this. They greatly appreciated and welcomed the knowledgeable scholar in front of them, and were even willing to pay for him and order a glass of Myr's specialty light green mead or fire wine.
They just sat there chatting, and from time to time they would wink at the shopkeeper and ask him to pour some wine.
"Dear Bachelor, you have really seen a lot of the world!" one of the businessmen said.
"Yes! However, you rich merchants who came to Vaes Dothraki from all over Essos are quite well-informed!" The scholar replied flatteringly.
"Haha, there will be more of us in the future." The businessman said with a smile:
"The coronation ceremony to celebrate the King of Dothraki will be held here soon! The great Kaa has ordered that the castle-like hall in the center of the city be transformed into a palace, and treasures from all over the world will be hung inside. There will be an unprecedented banquet and competition!”
"Don't interrupt the scholar's story," another young businessman said.
"I'm not interrupting, look at the broad roads that have become smooth and clean, and the lake-like reservoirs, I just think that if he knew these things that people are talking about, he would be happy, because I believe , He is also someone who wants to contribute knowledge to the great Kaa."
"When someone says something, you always have to answer ten times. I think you are an old fool!"
"But I can lift a whole bolt of wet linen."
"Amazing! Then your legs will be shaking like a sieve."
The debate was quickly interrupted by the scholar, who said happily with a round belly of wine:
"Yes, I plan to stay in the court of the great Kaa for a while. You guys, look at my desolate appearance. I am very willing to serve a wise king, so I especially want to know more about his wisdom.
The talkative businessman glanced at the young businessman and laughed happily. While stroking his gray and unkempt beard, he put the wine glass to his mouth and took a sip. He became interested and slowly said:
"Hi! Brother, you should be asking where you can see the great Kaa. I tell you, in a few days, you will be able to see his heroic appearance with your own eyes in a few days.
"However, you must stand far away when the time comes. Don't get close to him. Kaa's bloodriders are brave and good at fighting. They all wear iron armor and ride iron horses. They line up one by one. When they advance, they look like a wall.
"You should know the Steel Road in the Skeleton Mountains. Whether it's the robbers, bandits and lawless people there, or the barbarians in the east of the mountain range, if they are charged and killed by them, they will immediately scatter like a piece of loose sand, or they will lie there. The people on the ground are trampled and slaughtered, these armored warriors are very fierce! Even if one person is facing a battle, he dares to pick up a spear and charge into an army alone. "
"Three Gods!" The young businessman couldn't help but reveal his identity as a Tyroshi, and exclaimed: "So, who among them is the most brave and good at fighting?"
"Don't interrupt." The old businessman glared at the other party with dissatisfaction, then turned to the scholar and said:
"That's why I'm telling you this. The Dothraki say Corsoro is the bravest warrior of Khal. However, I think the most amazing warrior is Harshawanhu. He can shoot an arrow through armor. He always shoots birds within a hundred steps, and he is even more frightening when using an axe. He likes to chop people's heads. He can fight on or off horseback, and he can fight while fighting. He can say very brave prayers. You may have never heard of these hymns, because he wrote them all himself. He is a very godly person."
"You are talking nonsense!" The young businessman stretched his neck and retorted: "The warrior who does not ride a horse but also wields an ax is Elihu Phoenix of the Free Legion. He is a Volantis, and those poems are A Legionnaire's tribute to the great Khal."
"What do you know?" The old businessman glanced at the young man with disdain, raised the glass to his mouth, took a sip, and said firmly:
"Hasha Wanhu has conquered the Steel Road. This is the future Silk Road. We no longer have to risk our lives to cross the moody Summer Sea and venture to the Jade Sea."
"The passage is safe. Soon more Yidi merchants will flock to Vaes Dothrak from the east to trade. If we stay here for a while and bring back some silk and spices, we will definitely increase our wealth several times."
"Mr. Bachelor, don't worry. When I was paying taxes to the city's market supervisor, I learned that Hasha Wanhu will soon return victorious. The great khal will definitely go out of the city to welcome this hero. By then, you can take a look at the majestic figure of the Dothraki king from a distance and decide whether to serve in the court."
"You are really knowledgeable." A merchant praised.
"If the Steel Road is unobstructed, it will be glorious. May the gods bless us." Another merchant added.
At this point, the curiosity of other merchants was aroused. They came over and talked to the old man, making the young merchant blush with anger.
Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on the trade route, the short and fat scholar grinned, revealing his brown-red teeth, tucked in his round belly, quietly stood up from the stool, and walked out of the wine hall.
The sun had risen at dawn, shining on the Mother of God in the north. The scholar walked along a flat stone staircase and came to the canal in the city, where there was a gurgling stream flowing from the mountain river.
Next to it, there was a stone tablet engraved with unknown characters. It was said that this was a new text invented by the great khal and exclusive to the Dothraki, and every Dothraki needed to learn it.
The scholar filled the leather bag around his waist with water from the stream, blew on it, and when the water drops fell from the mouth of the bag, he spoke silently;
"This is the Dothraki! If Bor asked me to come here just to watch all this, then, as you wish, it is really like the rising sun!"
I was originally going to write about Bono's spy war in Slaver's Bay, or the plot of Harsha conquering the Steel Road. I wrote the spy war scenes for a long time, but I couldn't write that feeling. As for conquering the Steel Road, I thought about it today. There is not much description of these wars in the East. This chapter is too much. I will push the time as soon as possible to let Daenerys appear and march into Slaver's Bay and the West. It will be better to write if I stick to the plot and the original work.