Drogo's grass curtain palace had a few walls made of thick rushes, but the roof and front were made of multiple layers of silk and coarse cotton cloth. When taken apart and folded together, it was enough to fill ten carts.
It was almost worthless in modern society … well, it was still very valuable. There were also dozens of animal skins hanging on it. Golden mink skins, thick bison skins, white lion skins unique to fantasy worlds … It could probably be exchanged for several houses in the Third Ring of Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou.
Well, back to the world of ice and fire. The greatest khal lived in the best palace, and Drogo's grass curtain palace was undoubtedly the best in the Dothraki Sea.
"Khal, it's getting late. I'm afraid we'll have to set up camp here today." Mago said to Jako.
Jako thought for a moment, then shouted for Kro and the others to stop. "Leave the palace to me. I'm going to entertain the warriors of the khalasar tonight.
Also, I know that Drogo has ten boxes of gold medals and fifty boxes of silver medals. Hand them over and they'll all be mine. "
The Dothraki had no monetary system and no monetary trade, but the Centaurs were not the only race in this world.
The Centaurs were not even the strongest race.
When they came to the Nine Free Trade City-States with high walls, deep cities, and tight security, they still had to exchange gifts to get necessities.
Gold and silver were hard currencies in the world of ice and fire, and the Dothraki needed them too.
They smelted gold, silver, and copper into medals that could be buckled together to form belts. From time to time, the khal would remove a medal from his waist as a reward and give it to those who had done meritorious service.
The strongest Drogo had the strongest khalasar and the most wealth.
Half of the "luxurious" grass curtain palace, which was more than two hundred square meters, was filled with heavy wooden boxes. Other than clothes and daily items, gold and silver were the majority.
"You're too late. You're not the only one who covets Khal Drogo's wealth …"
Jako interrupted her rudely. "Not 'Kou,' I'm Khal Jako."
Danny Rize's eyes were scornful as she continued, "To prevent soldiers from breaking into the camp, I had people throw those things out. Anyway, Dosh Khalin has the entire Horse King City to support him. I don't need gold and silver. "
"Really?" Jako was a little angry, but also a little disbelieving — unwilling to believe.
"We carried the chests and threw them out together. There were sixty chests. Everyone knows that," Sir Chola said.
"Everyone knows," Ah Ge echoed.
"Everyone knows," Danny's Cass said nonsensically.
"Damn it, leave now!" Jake waved his whip in exasperation.
The Khaleesi's dowry, the khal's weapons and horses, would not be taken by force … Yes, this was a tradition that all Dothraki knew.
There was a 20-square-meter linen tent, and a dozen wooden boxes were piled up in a corner. Most of them were Danny's wedding gifts.
When they were carried out of Drogo's palace, Mago dismounted and looked through them.
The newly built tents were too small to dig a fire pit, so they could only pull the curtains to the left and right and ignite a raging flame not far from the door.
Keso's gloomy face was illuminated by the dim yellow flames. He had been guarding Drogo's bed, waiting for 'My Blood' to rush into the Night Kingdom.
Hagg was drunk. He lay on the ground with a dispirited look on his face. His dim eyes stared blankly at the top of the tent.
"We should have left the child by My Blood's side and waited for the last moment together. Coholo shouldn't have listened to her," he said vaguely.
The tent was too crowded. Danny sat at the entrance and did not answer Hagg. She only lowered her head and stuffed cotton wool into a doll with a pale face.
The doll was one that she had just sewn with pale yellow silk. It had no head.
Jake said that he had thrown the child's torso to the wild dogs.
The atmosphere in the camp under the starry sky was oppressive. The space was so quiet that it was almost frozen. Little Cass, who had one or two hundred people, could only hear the crackling of firewood in the fire.
Sir Jorah was still fully armored. He looked at his princess with pity. Several times, he opened his mouth to say something, but it was as if his throat was stuck. He could not say a single word of comfort.
Perhaps, thought the Knight sadly, no words could lessen the pain of her heart at this moment.
Involuntarily, an image of what had happened at the King's Landing appeared in his mind.
It was fifteen years ago, the night before the Targaryen Dynasty was completely destroyed.
As the heir to the Earl of Bear Island, he was chosen as the personal bodyguard of Ned Stark, the Duke of Winterfell in the Northern Territory.
When he led the army of the Northern Territory and followed Duke Stark into the Red Keep, he saw a similar scene as tonight. The three-year-old princess was beheaded, and the prince, who was not even a year old, was turned into a pool of blood and paste on the wall …
"Thud, thud, thud …"
The sound of horses galloping from afar woke everyone up from their silence.
Quello rode his horse to check it out and quickly returned. He reported to Danny and Lilith, "Kalixi, it's Kalixi of Jake. Madam Lilith says she wants to thank you in person."
Danny sat cross-legged on the ground. There was a bundle folded with a wool blanket in front of her. She lowered her head and looked at the baby's corpse in the bundle for a while. Then she said with a hoarse voice, "Ask her to come here."
"I'm coming." A female voice came from the darkness. Following that, a series of knights holding torches appeared.
Without waiting for Danny's order, Lilith's men barged into the small circle.
"You …" Danny said one word and stopped.
The flames danced in the wind, illuminating a smug and mocking smile.
Now, even a fool would not think that she came with good intentions.
Danny put the cleaned baby's head on the neck of the rag doll and said in a muffled voice, "I saved you."
"You see, I'm also riding a horse." Lilith pulled the reins awkwardly and made the horse turn in a circle. "A little mare with a silver mane, just like yours."
In fact, they were not the same. Danny's little silver horse had shiny silver hair, but Lilith's was white.
Unlike the Myrish dress last time, she also did as the Romans did and changed into a painted Dothraki vest.
Danny covered the bundle and looked up into Lilith's eyes. She said again, "I saved your life."
Lilith pursed her lips and waved behind her. Two strong Dothraki female riders came over and helped her off the horse.
Although she could sit on the back of a horse, Lilith was still in the 'confinement period'. Her limbs were weak and her body was not well. She needed the help of her maids to walk.
She could not be compared to Danny, who held the dragon egg 'Dragon Dream' every day.
She staggered to Danny's side and sat cross-legged on the magic carpet on the ground like her. Lilith leaned over to Danny's ear, covered her mouth and whispered, "I hate you."
"Obviously." Danny nodded seriously.
"Hahaha …" She put her hands on both sides and leaned back slightly. Looking at the gem-like stars in the sky, she sighed and said briskly, "Ah, I'm also a Khaleesi. I have my own little silver horse, my own Khas tribe … Nu, it's them. More importantly, I have a son as strong as a dragon. "
As she spoke, she exerted force in her hands and leaned forward instead of backward. She lowered her head and lifted the cloth in front of Dani.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a poor little thing. He's not even half the size of me, Django … Oh, what's below the head? That's right, his original body was eaten by a dog. "
Hearing this, Dani inexplicably relaxed a lot. The heavy guilt in her heart was pressing down on her until she almost couldn't breathe.
"Thank you," she said sincerely.
"Thank …" Lilith was stunned. "What are you talking about? Are you crazy? "
Danny grinned and sneered viciously. "You may be a disgusting bitch, but at least you know to come and visit me. You've exceeded my expectations of you before."
Then how low were your expectations of me before?
Lilith was stunned for a moment before she fully understood what she meant. Her face contorted for a moment.
"I …"
Before she could flip out, Danny immediately warned, "Dothraki cannot hurt the dosh khaleesi, or they will be cursed by the horse god. Everyone knows that. "
She then turned to look at Lilith's maidservant. The Dothraki woman immediately replied, "Everyone knows that."
"Everyone knows that," Irri and Jiqi also said.
"You …" Lilith glared at Danny. After a while, she suddenly laughed. "It's okay. I'm a bitch, and you're no better."
"I saved your life!" Danny reminded her for the third time.
"I'm grateful, but that's all." Lilith scanned the crowd for a moment and found the witch who was looking over. She pointed at her and sneered. "You saved her too, but she still killed your khal and child."
"I didn't." The witch waved her hands and denied loudly. "Mistress Silver, have you forgotten that I used the Song of Moon to help you give birth?"
Lilith didn't want to talk to her at all. She only looked back at Danny with a smile. "Drogo is your man. You know better than anyone how many scars he has.
Many of them are more serious than the broken skin on his chest, but he is still the strongest khal in the Sea of Grass. Even Reese's brothel has his bloody and deathly reputation. "
"I believe her," Danny said flatly.
She then asked, "Why do you hate me so much? Just because you're jealous … But Khaleesi isn't something to be envied for, is she? "
Lilith stroked the silver hair hanging in front of her chest and glared with her lilac eyes. She gritted her teeth and said, "Because I hate being someone else's replacement!"
"What do you mean?" Danny was confused.
There were many silver-haired, purple-eyed women in Ursos. Even Drogo's khalasar had dozens of them.
"I was originally Illyrio's woman. He wanted to fuck you but couldn't break the membrane that belonged to Khal Drogo, so he bought me from Reese's brothel." Lilith leaned over to Danny's ear and whispered in a venomous voice, "That fat pig, he kept calling out your name when he fucked me."
"That's it?" Danny's eyebrows twitched. She didn't seem to care at all.
In modern society, which beautiful woman hasn't been lusted after?
Do men always look at themselves in the mirror when they get blisters on their hands?
The Targaryen family was blessed with beauty genes. Every member of the family was handsome and beautiful. Danny's dead brother, for example, was extremely despicable. His appearance … well, appearance and personality were two extremes.
Danny Lilith's appearance was naturally top-notch. More importantly, she was probably blessed with the identity of the last princess. The last princess of the ancient Valleglia royal family. Just thinking about it made one excited!
Seeing that she didn't provoke Danny, Lilith was a little unhappy. She gritted her teeth and continued, "My status was lowly. Illyrio didn't take me seriously and often used me to entertain others.
The night before you married Drogo, your 'Beggar King' brother, Viserys, was about to sneak into your bedroom …
It was Illyrio who stopped him and told him that if he angered Drogo, not only would he not be able to use the khal's roaring warriors to restore his kingdom, he wouldn't even be able to save the lives of you and your sister.
Then, the Beggar King fucked me and called out your name again … "
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