Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 76 Soaring Pendant

Night had fallen when Leon left.

In the bedroom, the fire was burning brightly in the fireplace and the room was as hot as a steamer. Laharo was sweating again after taking a shower.

But Daenerys didn't seem to care about the high temperature at all. Her skin was even refreshed and she didn't sweat a drop.

Lahalo confirmed again and again that it was not Khan.

At this moment, the bedroom curtains were lifted, and a small figure slipped into the room, as agile as a civet cat.

Nymeria was wearing a thin black tights that showed off her figure to the fullest. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail with red and gold thread, and there was a gleam of light in her dark eyes.

She tiptoed barefoot on the Qohor cashmere carpet without making a sound, walked around the scattered clothes on the ground, hid behind a pillar and secretly looked at the two people.

Suddenly, the dragon-shaped pendant around Daenerys's neck caught her attention.

She recognized the pendant; it was one of the spoils she and Rhaelor had taken in Nightsong.

But now, the pendant is rising and falling in the air, as if it is flying with wings.

hateful!

Nymeria cursed Rhaelor in her heart. At that time, she only got an ordinary pearl necklace, which was worth a few dollars, but it was far inferior to this Valyrian steel pendant.

I'm angry! I won't hide anymore!
Then, she walked out with her eyes rolling around and a sly smile on her lips.

"Good evening, Khal, Khaleesi. I seem to be disturbing you at a bad time."

Daenerys's whole body tensed up suddenly, but she quickly regained her composure and pressed even closer, as if asserting her sovereignty.

"Nymeria? It's still early in the day."

"I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to see if you guys were asleep."

Nymeria walked straight to the bed and sat down. "We haven't met officially yet. I also want to see what kind of woman Khaleesi is that can make Lord Kahlo so infatuated with her."

She slowly raised her hand, sliding her fingers over Rahalo's angular abdominal muscles. "Just pretend I don't exist. I don't mind."

"You don't mind, but I do!"

Lahalo felt like he was being targeted by a female hooligan, the kind that would not stop until he was dead. He had to find a corner of the quilt to bite in order to express his feelings at the moment.

But Daenerys saw no hostility in the eyes of this Dornish woman, only a hint of jealousy.

Her woman's intuition told her that nothing had happened between Nymeria and Rhallor!

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a strong sense of accomplishment.

Rhallor's heart had long been her trophy, and no one could take it away, not even the mermaid!

"If you hadn't gone to Khalasar to report the news, my sun and stars would have been in danger."

After saying this, Daenerys held out her hand to Nymeria and said calmly, "Thank you. I'm sure he will thank you too."

If Rahalor also has seven sides, then Daenerys not only occupies one of them firmly, but also does not mind leaving her mark on the other six sides.

Nymeria held Daenerys's hand, looked at Rahalo again, and a smile of success gradually appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Lahalo found that he had more and more choices, but his power of choice seemed to be getting smaller and smaller.

In the glow of the blazing fire, three shadows were cast on the mural, gradually merging into one. The summer sea in the mural was rippling with blue waves. …

News of Illyrio's fall spread like wildfire throughout the city-state.

Rhahalo took over the huge wealth of Illyrio's family and occupied the Governor's Mansion. Panic began to spread among the nobles.

They gathered at the manor of Eklis Varian to discuss a way to deal with Rhallor.

Eklis Varian owned the largest farms in Pentos, spread across the area west of the Velvet Mountains, and the Battle of Pentos destroyed many of his fertile fields.

Simon Russ controlled a quarter of the shipping business and monopolized the shipbuilding industry in Pentos.

Illian Zeros was the largest slave owner in the city, with operations across the nine free states and even as far as Slaver's Bay.

Also in the hall were the heads of the twenty-one most powerful noble families in the city, representing all walks of life. Some were standing, some were sitting, and everyone had a nervous expression on their face. Almost no one had touched the famous Dragon King's drink that had been specially prepared for them.

"Laharo is a threat to our entire class," Ecclesi said solemnly, "Our land and wealth were accumulated through the hard work of several generations of our ancestors!
Today it's Illyrio, tomorrow it'll be one of us! That barbarian has no idea what private property is!

Simon Russ echoed, "Laharo not only plunders us, he even wants to conquer us! He actually lets those lowly civilians cheer him on!"
If this barbarian gains power, the order established by our ancestors will be overturned, and there will be no place for us in Pentos!"

Illian Xeros was obese, with a sly glint in his small eyes squeezed by his fat. He echoed, "Rahalor freed the slaves in Illyrio's house and restored their status as free men!
What's worse is that he knows how to win over those emerging businessmen. Look at that abominable guy Leon Prestan, he has already started to lick Laharo's balls!"

There was a dull "bang" sound, and Eccles slammed his palm on the table.

"How can we surrender centuries of glory and tradition to those barbaric invaders? Leon Prestan, that bloodless old fox, has long forgotten who gave him a living when he first arrived in Pentos!
If we let him become the Speaker and let him lead those low-born small traders to oppose us, how can we still live in peace?"

For a moment, the discussion at the table turned into a heated argument.

Some advocated immediate action to defend their ancestral rights, while others were hesitant because they had seen the strength of Rahalo's army.

Simon Russ said in a deep voice: "Our personal guards are no match for those Dothraki cavalrymen. They have been fighting on horseback since birth, while most of our guards took up arms just to make ends meet."

He looked around at everyone and continued, "But I have received reliable information that Franklin Flowers, the Sergeant Major of the Golden Company, has sneaked into the city. He and the deceased Jon Connington were like brothers, and he is eager to tear Rhallor into pieces.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. This time he sent a young man and said he is willing to cooperate with us!

As soon as the words fell, the hall instantly became quiet, and pairs of eyes seemed to see hope.

Eccles rubbed the three golden whiskers on his chin. "The Golden Company has been dispersed. We can't rely on a deserter to solve the problem. We should ask for help from the Iron Throne!"
Targaryen remnants rise in Essos, along with a massive Dothraki army!
King Robert Baratheon, may the gods rest his soul!

He won the war to overthrow the Dragon King, and he will never sit idly by and watch new threats emerge! This is the key to our comeback! "

Bernard Leighton, the nobleman who owned twelve large merchant ships, suddenly stood up and volunteered, "I agree with this plan!

My fleet will set sail for King's Landing tomorrow, and I can personally deliver the message to their Chancellor of the Exchequer!
The Targaryens are the common enemy of the Seven Kingdoms and the Free Cities!"

As the discussion continued, the nobles gradually formed two factions. Most supported the introduction of foreign aid, while a few had ambiguous attitudes.

The opposition, led by Eclis, swore to defend the traditions of Pentos.

The hesitant ones looked worried.

Some of them were already preparing to move their assets to Braavos and Tyrosh.

Some companies have too many fixed assets and are considering investing in Laharo, hoping to maintain their position in the new order.

(End of this chapter)