Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 43 The Hongmen Banquet

The banquet began. The Tyrells sat on the high platform, each with its own separate dining table. Opposite them, at the long table, Rhallor and the others sat face to face with other nobles.

For a moment, big eyes stared at small eyes.

The Dothraki was unused to the chair and twisted his body to find a comfortable position.

Margery couldn't help but chuckle when she saw how awkward they all looked. Realizing something was wrong, she quickly covered her mouth with a handkerchief.

Rhallor glanced around and saw that there was a vacant seat at the Tyrell table and another across the table.

At least two people were absent. The one absent from the main seat was Mace Tyrell, who had not been seen before entering the city. The other one was not yet known.

Seeing that the situation was about to become chaotic, Mrs. Thorn quickly knocked on the wine glass with a silver spoon. A few crisp sounds pierced through the noise and the restaurant became quiet in an instant.

The nobles bowed their heads, clasped their hands together in front of their chests, closed their eyes and began to pray:
"Mother Goddess, thank you for your mercy in allowing us to enjoy this sumptuous lunch. Cook, thank you for giving us food. May the warriors protect us from our enemies, and may Father God show us the path of justice."

The warriors looked around, bewildered, and slammed the table and yelled, "When will the food be served?"

Margaret heard the sound, opened her eyes slightly, and peeked at Laharo opposite her.

He was different from other Dothraki. There was no impatience on his face. Instead, he carefully observed everyone present.

Suddenly, as if sensing her gaze, Laharo turned his head and met her eyes.

Margery's heart beat faster. This was the second time she was seen through. But he smiled slightly and winked at her.

She quickly closed her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and continued to pretend to concentrate on praying.

Laharo withdrew his gaze. In fact, he was very interested in various beliefs. Belief is not superstition, but awe of the unknown.

Only when people have awe will they treat others well, and morality will be born, and then social norms will be formed.

Besides, gods do exist in this world, and those who do bad things will definitely be retaliated against. The original work has already proved this.

Although the Seven Gods are not in his territory, the territory of the Seven Gods will be his sooner or later.

The Seven Gods are not seven gods, but seven forms of one god, seven in one, in charge of all aspects of human life.

The Father God is in charge of justice and authority and is the embodiment of the court and the king. The Mother Goddess represents mercy and compassion and protects the family.

The warrior protects people from enemies and all the knights of Westeros pray to him, while the blacksmith symbolizes labor and wisdom.

The young girl symbolizes purity and hope, the old woman represents wisdom and guidance, and the cook brings nurturing and harvest, and nourishes all things.

Every believer can choose the god he or she believes in, which makes the faith of the Seven Gods more easily accepted by mortals and makes the Seven Gods the foundation of Westeros' faith.

As soon as the prayers stopped, the monks lined up by the wall and sang hymns, and the warriors were confused again.

"What's that singing? It's terrible! My horse can sing better than him!"

"Eat meat! Eat meat! Where's the meat?"

Lazar was so hungry that he felt dizzy and wanted to divert his attention. He stared at the maid beside him. His fiery gaze made the maid lower her head in fear.

If Laharo hadn't warned him repeatedly, he would have ridden on it long ago.

Finally, the servants lined up in a long queue and filed in, holding silver plates with various dishes on them. Soon the table was full.

Rose wine, honey cake, lemon cake, toast with candied rose petals, berry platter. Just when Lazar was about to go crazy, fortunately, a meat dish was served, peacock pie, which was actually sweet.

By the time the monks finished their chorus, the court musicians had begun playing cheerful garden dance music, but the warriors were already impatient.

Lazar grabbed the whole pie, took a bite, and then spat it out with a depressed look on his face.

Jiku picked up the wine jug and guzzled it down, smacking his lips with a look of bewilderment before spitting it back into the jug with a "puff." Meanwhile, the nobles, with graceful movements and the gentle clink of their knives and forks, cut off a small piece of meat, placed it in their mouths, wiped their mouths with napkins, chewed slowly, and occasionally frowned and glanced across at the other side, their eyes filled with contempt.

Laharo's eating manners were also not very good. Margaret looked at him and burst out laughing again.

"Have they always been this rough, um, and wild?" she whispered.

"This barbarian king knows his guest rights, how could he not know table manners?" Lady Olenna snorted. "He just doesn't care about us."

Laharo tore off a piece of peacock meat and stuffed it into his mouth, smearing the oil on his hands on the tablecloth. As he ate, he said, "Wars are won by horses and scimitars, not table manners."

He is the khal on the sea of ​​grass, and these brothers on horseback are his base and the source of his pride, not just a matter of etiquette.

As soon as the words came out, the air seemed to freeze.

The nobles had different expressions, some were surprised, some were angry and gritting their teeth.

Olenna stared at Laharo with a sullen look on her face. She hesitated for a long time and finally just picked up the glass and took a sip of wine.

This barbarian king is very greedy. I have hostages in his hands, so I have to endure it!

At this moment, Jiku suddenly let out a deafening roar, and the nobles were shocked. Some of them dropped their plates, and the warriors burst into laughter when they saw this.

After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he wiped his mouth and stuffed the silverware on the table into his leather bag. These were his spoils of war.

Lazar followed suit, picked up the gold candlestick on the table, weighed it, and put it in his bag.

The nobles looked at each other in astonishment, and the warriors glared at them.

If this continues, a fight will soon break out. Laharo spat out the bone, wiped his mouth with the tablecloth, and got to the point: "You can redeem Garland, but I have conditions!"

Olenna's eyes flashed, and she waved her hand to let the band leave.

"Tell me, what do you want? Release my grandson and leave our land! Are these decorations in the restaurant enough?" The Queen of Thorns couldn't help but want to complain.

"Give me five hundred thousand gold dragons and ten warships with two hundred oars."

As soon as he finished speaking, the nobles stopped holding their knives and forks in mid-air. They could hardly believe their ears.

"What did he say? How much?"

"Why don't you go and grab it!"

"Five hundred thousand gold dragons and ten warships with two hundred oars each." Rahalo repeated.

Olenna seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of her mouth: "I'm sorry, I may not have heard it clearly, Lord Kaa, could you say it again?"

"Five hundred thousand gold dragons and ten warships with two hundred oars!" Rahalo raised his voice and said it for the third time.

The restaurant fell silent, everyone's faces filled with disbelief. Most of them had never seen the sight of 500,000 gold royals piled in front of them.

Laharo had never seen it, but he dared to ask for it, just in case it was really given to him.

The Lannisters are the richest family in Westeros. There is a gold mine under Casterly Rock, and their annual income is three million gold dragons.

High Court was firmly in second place, so a million a year should be about right? Laharo thought that figure was more than appropriate; it was only half a year's income, so he could afford it without breaking the bank.

By the way, let's regulate the market price of the kidnapping industry so that everyone here will have an idea. Next time you go against Rahalo, consider whether there is enough gold in the warehouse.

At this moment, there was a clanging sound suddenly coming from outside, and then a team of fully armed guards rushed in.

Lazar and Jiku looked at each other, a sinister smile appeared on the corners of their mouths, and they slowly stood up.

(End of this chapter)