Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 62: Lazarin People

Vaes Dothrak had a large sphinx statue made of Valyrian steel, and Rhaelor had long wanted to see it.

It was bad feng shui and unlucky to leave the Sphinx there, so Laharo planned to exchange it for the gilded sea serpent skull.

In the history of the earth, Hungarian engineers cast a five-meter-long bronze cannon for the Ottoman Sultan Mehmed II. It was called the Dardanelles Cannon, which weighed eighteen tons and could fire half-ton stone bullets.

The Sultan used sixty oxen to pull it and traveled for three months, eventually bringing down the walls of Constantinople.

Valyrian steel weighs only one-third of iron. If the Sphinx statue were melted, it would probably be possible to make two doors, each weighing only five or six tons.

What if you add better quality black powder, ask a wizard to enchant it, maybe add a magic ignition device, and then fire a few cannons at King's Landing?
At this moment, Rhaelor saw the elusive Mirri Maz Duur again.

During the reign of Khal Drogo, her village was massacred and she was enslaved.

Since saving Lazar, Laharo has regained her status as a free person.

Her Lazarin tribe no longer existed, so she chose to stay with Rahalo.

In Khalasari, everyone knew that she was close to the khal, and no one discriminated against this Hesilach. After all, their khal also had Lazarin blood.

Mili treated the people of Khalasar, delivered babies for women, and taught children to read and write, gradually gaining a very high status in Khalasar.

Because of her presence, Khalasar's attitude towards the Lazarin is gradually changing.

Laharo believes the time is ripe.

In addition to a city, we also need people.

In Essos, who could be more suitable than the Lhazarim?
They are gentle by nature and not good at fighting. They are the main targets of looting by the Dothraki and the main source of slaves on this continent.

For the Lazarenes, the name Rahalo is not only well-known, but also like a ray of hope.

If he were willing to speak, he would definitely attract many Lazarins who want to live a stable life to settle down.

Rahalo called Mirri and pointed to the rolling mountains in the distance, "Mirri, go back and tell your people,
I allowed them to farm and graze the lands between the west bank of the Rhoyne and the Velvet Mountains, from Godohol in the north to the Land of Sorrow in the south.

I swear by the khal to protect them from other khalasars, so that no one will sell them into slavery, and no innocent people will die in vain."

After hearing this, Mili opened her eyes wide and could hardly believe her ears. After a moment, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.

For her fellow Lazarin people, this promise means not only land, but also security and hope of survival!

All the painful memories experienced in this life seemed to have disappeared, and what replaced them was gratitude to Laharo and a yearning for a better life!

Mirri's legs softened, and she couldn't help but kneel down in front of Rahalo, holding her hands in her hands, lowered her head and kissed his riding boots, and said in a trembling voice:
"Khal Rahalo, you, you are the savior of the Lazarene people!"

...

Led by the maid, Garland walked into his own room. As soon as he closed the door, an indescribable feeling of fatigue swept over his body.

Since the day he was captured, he has not had a good night's sleep. After sailing, fighting, and banquets, he has finally been able to rest soundly.

He ripped open his collar, took a long breath, and fell heavily onto the bed.

But although the body was relaxed, the mind was extremely excited.

He glanced around, the exotic decor was completely different from Westeros.

The white marble walls are gilded with gold, and colorful mosaics are pieced together with the myths and legends of the Valyrian era.

The walls of Westeros castles are generally dark gray, with flags and tapestries with family crests hanging on them, as well as spears and shields.

Even the nature-loving city of Highgarden does not have such spacious terraces and windows. The gauze curtains sway in the night breeze, and the fresh scent of the ocean blows in your face.

In other areas of Westeros, the castles built of huge stones and logs look very eerie and terrifying, which is completely different from here. No wonder the people here are always so passionate and unrestrained.

If I really want to do something, I don’t even have privacy!

Just as he closed his eyes, the door was gently pushed open. He sat up suddenly and looked towards the door. In the candlelight, a slender figure walked in slowly and lightly. It was the Dothraki woman, Veera, who had teased him at the banquet.

The leather vest and leather shorts showed off her figure to the fullest. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head, and her almond-shaped eyes stared at him with a smile.

"The Knight of Andari."

Garland's body stiffened. After a moment, he managed to utter, "What...what do you want to do?"

"I just caused you to be laughed at by others, so now I come to make it up to you."

After saying that, the leather vest fell to the ground with a thud.

Garland gasped, at a loss, his eyes wandering, his throat dry, and his face so red it almost bled.

He had never seen such a scene in his life. No wonder the Dothraki were so tall, it turned out they had never lacked food since childhood.

"This...this is inappropriate."

As soon as he said this, even he felt guilty.

Compared to the loss of face in public just now, now that there are only two people around, he feels like he has lost all face.

Vera's lips curled up slightly, and she supported herself on the edge of the bed and crawled towards him step by step. In the end, he could almost feel her breathing.

"Why not? Dothraki men can choose any woman they want, and women can choose any man they want."

Vera pressed forward step by step, and Garland retreated step by step until his back was pressed against the headboard and he had nowhere to retreat!

"I..." He swallowed, his tongue beginning to become tangled, "You..."

"You're too nervous. I'll make you relax."

Vera was almost face to face with Garland, watching him with great interest.
"You don't like women?"

"Of course I do!"

Garland retorted subconsciously, then realized that he had fallen into the other party's trap, and his face turned even redder.

"Then why did you refuse?" Vera asked. "Am I not beautiful?"

"No," Garland shook his head hurriedly, "No. You are very beautiful, but, but..."

It's just that he believes in the Seven Gods and firmly believes that only a union after an oath is sacred, but this seems difficult to understand for pagans.

"Andari people always like to lie." Vera snorted coldly, "If I go out like this, others will laugh at me. Do you want to see others laugh at me?"

"Do not……"

Garland's mind was in a mess, and he even wondered if he had been struck by some evil magic, otherwise why couldn't he even speak.

After a while, he took a deep breath and carefully organized his words.

"If you're afraid of being laughed at, you can sleep here, but please sleep on the floor."

Vera was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into a hearty laugh. She reached out and pinched Garland's face, jokingly saying,

"You are such an interesting knight."

She picked up the leather vest, walked to the door, looked back at him again, and gave him a malicious smile.
"I hope next time, you won't be so nervous."

Garland watched her walk out of the room, stunned for a moment, then grabbed the seven crystals and recited a prayer, using the power of holy light to calm his emotions.

However, his face was still hot, as if the scent and touch of Vera still lingered on it.

(End of this chapter)