Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 74 Great Harvest

The warriors immediately got busy and began to count their belongings.

Inside the iron boxes were a full one million gold dragons, each with Illyrio's family crest printed on it.

There were also rubies, sapphires, emeralds, and pearls the size of pigeon eggs, with a total value of about 200,000 gold royals.

There are also dozens of sculptures, crafts and paintings by famous artists from Westeros and Essos. These items are difficult to cash in, but they can be used as rewards or bribes.

In addition, there are hundreds of boxes of aged wine. Items that are not valuable will not appear here, so they must be worth a lot of money.

Good, drink them at the next party.

On average, each Dothraki warrior could receive 32 gold dragons, including the 10,000 who guarded Khalasar.

Laharo will also get 240,000 of it.

An ordinary lord in Westeros might not earn that much money in a year, but Rahalor got it by fighting a battle. What else is there to be dissatisfied about?
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Later, they found a hidden wooden door near Illyrio's chambers.

The wooden door was extremely strong and locked from the inside. Lazar took a few steps back, preparing to force the door open.

"Wait!" Garland raised his arm to block him. "There's no need for this!"

He pointed to the shadows in the corner, where a slave's body lay with a shiny brass key at his waist.

Garland walked over and took off the key, "Let me do it!"

Then he inserted the key into the lock and turned it once. The door lock made a low "click" sound and slowly opened inward.

A faint fragrance wafted towards me. Behind the door was a huge room full of exotic style. Various props were hung on the walls. It did not look like a vault or a secret room, but more like a luxurious bedroom.

In the center was a circular area covered with colorful feather pillows, and surrounding it were more than ten large ebony beds hung with silk and lace, with low curtains.

In the corner, on a large bed, there were thirty or forty people huddled together, shivering like quails. They were all young ladies who could not afford to buy clothes.

Most of them were from Westeros, with fair skin and golden or brown hair. There were also a few who were obviously from the Summer Isles, with skin as shiny as obsidian. The dancer who was almost poisoned to death at the Hongmen Banquet was also among them.

The most eye-catching person was a native of Lei Island, almost as tall as Laharo, with skin like oiled teak, a face similar to that of an Asian on Earth, but with golden eyes.

The nobles of Pentos were known for their extravagant lifestyles, often keeping slaves for their enjoyment. It seemed that Illyrio was also quite extravagant.

Lazar had never seen so many beauties, and his mouth was watering.

"That fat pig Illyrio really knows how to enjoy himself!"

"Leave the tallest woman to me, and you can do with the others as you please."

Laharo took a quick look, gave a few instructions, and then turned and left the room.

Garland followed Laharo out of the room. "You seem to care about that woman."

Laharo glanced at him, not stopping. "You want it? Then I'll give it to you!"

Garland's face flushed, "No, no need..."

"Did you notice her face?" "Yes, she's from Yi Ti," Garlan nodded. "I've heard from merchants that that place is rich in silk, porcelain, and spices."

"This world is far more vast than we can imagine. One day, I will conquer it!"

Lahalo walked out of the gate of the La Mansion and rode his horse directly towards the palace.

He left the woman from Lei Island behind not because of Se, but because he was particularly curious about Yi Ti.

Thunder Island is adjacent to Yi Ti, which is located at the easternmost part of the Essos continent, across Qarth and the Mountains of Bones, on the northern shore of the Jade Sea.

To the north of Yi Ti are the Red Wasteland, the Great Sand Sea, the Shriveled Sea, and the Blood Sea.

A large river called the "Topaz Waterway" runs from the Blood Sea from north to south through the entire Yi Land and flows into the Jade Sea. There are many prosperous cities along its coast.

Further east lay the Dawnbringers, the Land of Shadows, and beyond that, Asshai, where it was said there were giant apes and winged men.

The regime of Yi Ti is the Golden Dynasty, ruled by a Holy Emperor. They worship the Stone Mother who controls fertility and harvest, and the Lion-headed God who controls storms and war.

There are also dragon legends in Yi Ti, but they are different from the dragons in Westeros. They are more like the dragons in Chinese culture, with manes but no wings, and can even control the clouds and rain!
One day, he would cross the Skeleton Mountains, pass through the Great Sand Sea, cross the Topaz Waterway, conquer the Golden Kingdom, and see with his own eyes that place that resembled his hometown!

As soon as Laharo returned to the palace, he saw a four-wheeled carriage parked on the lawn.

The carriage was inlaid with gilded frames and hung with brocade silk curtains. It looked high-end and classy, ​​obviously the vehicle of a noble.

At this time, Vera came out from the gate and whispered in Laharo's ear, "Kao, Lord Leon Prestan is waiting for you in the hall. It seems that he has something important to discuss. Khaleesi is receiving him."

Laharo raised his eyebrows, glanced at the carriage, and thought to himself, it has indeed arrived.

Leon is the most prestigious person among the emerging group of businessmen and a very ambitious man. I have met him several times at banquets before.

After overthrowing Illyrio, the political situation in Pentos faced a reshuffle, and he was the one who held the king's throne in this game of thrones.

Rhallor casually adjusted his Valyrian steel armor and walked into the hall. From a distance, he saw Daenerys sitting on a low couch, talking to Lion on the couch opposite.

Leon was about forty years old, with a well-proportioned body. His beard was divided into two strands, one red and one blue, and was trimmed neatly. At first glance, he looked like the king's hat in a playing card was turned upside down.

Seeing Laharo come in, Leon immediately stood up, smiled, and bowed respectfully.

"My esteemed Lord Kah, due to Illyrio's betrayal, the political situation in Pentos is now unstable. The Council needs a new Speaker to lead the city-state back to stability, and I, Leon Prestan, am willing to take on that responsibility."

Rhallor gave him a polite smile, sat down beside Daenerys, took a handful of peeled pomegranates and began to chew them, then asked:
"Since the position of Speaker is vacant, why is it you and not me?"

Leon's smile froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

“I am sure you will understand that if Pentos falls to the Dothraki it will not be stability, it will be occupation.

For the nobles and merchants of Pentos, Dothraki rule means instability, not lasting peace. And the other Free Cities will not tolerate such a situation.”

Rhaelor spat the chewed pomegranate seeds into Daenerys's hand, and then another handful was stuffed into her hand.

"You mean, I'm not qualified to be the Speaker?

Don't forget, the control of this city-state is in my hands."

(End of this chapter)