At the end of the street, the view suddenly widened. If one were to look from a high vantage point, the two rows of wooden houses and stone buildings on both sides were gone. The square was the size of three football fields, and there were countless carriages, sedans, and pedestrians.
The short elephant pulling the elephant carriage was a little hesitant. It raised its trunk and panted. Cadillac lay beside its flapping ears and comforted it for a while before the elephant carriage continued to move forward.
Under the yellow candlelight, the fishmongers in the square were shouting loudly to sell their catch during the day.
Except for salted fish, there was no ability to transport live fish over long distances in this era. They could only catch fish in the sea and river and immediately transport them to the fishmonger square to sell. The residents of West City of Volantis mainly ate fish as their main meat and would come here to buy fish for three meals a day.
Walking through the square, Danny saw codfish, swordfish, square-headed fish, and sardines piled up directly on the grass curtains. Next to them were buckets of mussels and clams neatly stacked. The boss of the fish farm would occasionally pick up a water spout and sprinkle water on the swordfish.
A hunchbacked old woman in a gray robe took out a copper coin from her pocket. A bare-chested slave with a flying fish printed on his face took the coin and stuffed the sardines into the old woman's basket without using a scale. He only stopped when the old woman repeatedly said, "Enough, enough, leave some space for me to put my vegetables."
Danny's mouth twitched. The fishmonger treated the old woman as a garbage collector and wanted her to take away all the dead fish.
Then she saw a giant turtle in front of a shop. It was as big as the elephant carriage she was in. The turtle's shell was like a hedgehog and covered with arm-length black bone spurs.
A few slaves stood on it and used a triangular shovel to scrape the moss, seaweed, shells, and other debris growing on the turtle's back.
The giant turtle, whose limbs were chained up, was still like a cow, making a "moo moo moo" sound that was as long as a horn.
"This … should be the Old Man of the River." Danny frowned. "The Volantis people are so bold that they even dare to kill and eat the Old Man of the River?"
In the belief of the Loynar people, the Lohn River was the Mother Goddess. Under the Mother Goddess, there were a group of sons — secondary gods.
The giant turtle was one of them, known as the "Old Man of the River". It had spirituality and divinity.
Being able to see the old man in the river itself was an auspicious sign.
"Maybe it's not for eating. There's a Consul election going on right now. Someone might want to offer it to the nobles," Barristan said.
"That's true. The meat of the giant tortoise is a bit dry, so it doesn't taste good." Danny nodded.
Other than the fishmongers, there was no lack of food stalls in the square. Hawkers were frying fish steaks on iron plates. Paired with onions and beets, there was a strange sweet smell. There were also old women pushing handcarts, on which a small stove was cooking spicy fish soup. There was also a food stall that was filled with customers. There were steamers stacked up to two stories high at the entrance of the stall, and there were steaming red-shelled crabs inside.
Danny swallowed her saliva. She really wanted to go down and taste it.
"Look, the Merchant's House is right in front of us. There are all sorts of exquisite and clean food there," the old man advised in a low voice.
The elephant carriage was close to the center of the square. The huge four-story building opposite was brightly lit. Through the windows, one could see the silhouettes of people inside.
That was their destination for the night, the largest hotel in Volantis, the Merchant's House.
There was a circle of people in the center of the square. Under a broken archon statue without a head, there was a troupe that had built a stage.
Danny did not pay attention to them at first. Suddenly, a loud shout came from the crowd. A man was holding his throat, and his voice was sharp and high-pitched. "I am the princess of Dragonstone Island, the daughter of the Mad King, the bitch of the Horse King, the mother of the Demonic Dragon. Quickly, submit to me …"
Then she stood on her tiptoes and saw a fat man who was almost two meters tall. His face was as big as a basin, his nose was bulbous, and his mouth was like a hippopotamus. He wore a loose silver wig on his head. His face was powdered, and his lips were painted red.
He was wearing a gray wooden armor, and there was a Targaryen emblem of a black and red three-headed dragon on his chest. He was wielding a wooden sword in his hand, and he was riding on a cloth dragon made of broom and cloth. Is that … Blackie?
There were also two people standing below the stage, holding a long bamboo pole. Under the bamboo pole, there were two pillow-sized cloth dragons, one white dragon and the other green dragon. The two dragons were hanging above the fat "Danny's" head.
The fat man was not acting alone. Opposite him, there were five Gith people wearing yellow silk cloaks.
The real Gith people, with their amber brown skin, long black and red hair, and facial features that made Danny suffer from face blindness … Ordinary people could not disguise themselves.
"I am the War God Yuan Kai, the noble royal family's Graz 'dan Erraz." One of the Gith people took a step forward, and put on an unyielding, iron-blooded, brave, and heroic look …
Uh, for some reason, Danny could see so many great qualities in his stone face.
"I am the Wise Man Yuan Kai, the world's richest man, Yazan Zo Quagz." Another person held his head high, and his eyes bulged, putting on the same expression as the previous person.
"I am the Wise Man Yuan Kai, the eight thousand years of royal lineage, Mournio Daznak."
"I am the Great Lord of Meereen …"
"I am the New Gith Iron Army …"
After introducing themselves, the five Gith heroes shouted in unison, "Sacrificing our lives for the country, looking death in the eyes, the heads of the Gith people will always be held high. The evil Mother Of Dragons will never conquer the son of the High Harpy!"
"Ayayaya …" The fat "Mother Of Dragons" shook her big head like a madman, and let out a howl that gave people goosebumps.
"I'm so angry!" "She" shouted, and rushed up on the dragon.
What followed next was a "brilliant" battle of "Five Heroes Against Dragon Mother". Both sides went "Ping Ping Peng Peng Peng", exchanging blows like … a bunch of idiots.
However, the audience below the stage seemed to like this kind of lively scene. They clapped and laughed, and a few audience members in robes cheered loudly while throwing a few copper coins to the stage.
"Ayayaya …" After fighting for hundreds of rounds, the "Mother Of Dragons" took a few steps back, and screamed with a distorted fat face, "I'm actually … defeated?!"
"Hoho, we are …" The five Gith generals on the opposite side leaned together and made a pose of a fierce general with 'Graz' dan as the center, and shouted together with a drawn-out voice, "… Giskali Five Eagle Generals, where … do … you … run …!"
"Kill … Kill … Kill … Kill … Kill …" After the pose, the five of them ran toward the "Mother Of Dragons".
The "Mother Of Dragons" retreated until she reached the edge of the stage. When she couldn't retreat anymore, her fat face was ferocious, and she waved to the people below. "Slaves, come here!"
Nine skinny slaves dragged their chains and walked up the stage numbly.
The real slaves had tattoos on their faces, and each of them looked like they were suffering from tuberculosis. Their faces were sallow, their eyes were dim, and they walked with difficulty.
The "Mother Of Dragons" suddenly lifted her wooden armor.
"Hahaha …" The audience below burst into laughter again. Because the fat man didn't wear pants, his two big white buttocks were all exposed.
When he turned around, everyone found that he was a eunuch, and they laughed even more happily.
But then a horrible scene appeared. The fat man pushed down a slave, flew up, and sat on his head with a lewd posture, and shouted, "Soul Absorption of the Binding Shadow Spell!"
He got up and left a corpse with a broken neck, pushed down another slave, jumped up, and sat on his waist.
"Kacha" The sound of the spine breaking could be heard clearly. The slave's eyes bulged, and he let out a horrifying scream, and soon died.
The third, the fourth …
The fat man was half-naked, and he cruelly killed seven slaves with the "Seven Kinds of Spring Cry Spell", and then waved the remaining two trembling slaves away. He laughed and shouted to the five Gith warriors, "Absorb the souls of seven people, sacrifice them to the Seven Great Demons, and give me the power of the Seven Gods. People of Gith, I will kill all your women, strengthen your men and boars, and feed your children to the dragons. Ahhh, die! "
Then it was a tragic battle. The five warriors fought to the death, and for their companions, they used their own bodies to block the sharp sword of the "Mother Of Dragons".
Soon, the Great Lord of Meereen and the commander of the Iron Army covered their hearts and shouted, "Justice will never be extinguished!" Their heads tilted, and they fell to the ground.
"Hurry up and leave, both of you!" The Great Sage Mourinho grabbed the sword that pierced through his heart, and cried to his two companions, "Go, you go, I will hold this demon back."
Grazidan glared at the "Mother Of Dragons" who was laughing wildly, "No, I won't go, I will fight her to the death!"
"Go, go, save the fire, and fight again in the future."
"No, there are thousands of heroes in Gith, and you don't need me. Today, I will die here!"
At this moment, the figures of countless martyrs overlapped with "Grazidan," and he was as great as a sage.
"Go, go, it's not worth sacrificing for nothing."
"No, I won't go …"
"Go …"
"No …"
.....
The "Great Sage," who was stabbed in the heart, and the "War God of Yuankai," who was unafraid of death, rapped for seven or eight minutes.
Grazidan was slowly convinced. He, who had planned to sacrifice himself recklessly, absorbed the great "spirit and faith of Giscari" from the Great Sage, and gradually became mature and steady.
The intense emotions in his eyes, along with the teachings of the Great Sage before his death, were buried in the bottom of his heart little by little, and became nutrients that nourished his unyielding soul.
He had sublimated.
Yes, his emotions gradually changed, and his expression and mentality were very layered. Danny, like the audience below the stage, was moved.
You even used a classic scene from a movie, what else can I say?
I'm convinced!
Azan the Wise was just a supporting character, and he didn't have many lines, so he quickly left the stage.
In the roar of the "Mother Of Dragons", Grazidan slowly retreated to the stage.
Very slowly.
The musicians behind the stage curtain began to play sad and sorrowful music.
The War God of Yuankai looked up at the sky and roared tragically, "Today's shame has not been avenged, when will the hatred of the Great Sage be extinguished? I swear, from the beginning, I will clean up the old mountains and rivers, and comfort the spirit of the Great Sage. "
"The performance is not bad, do you often have this kind of performance?"
When the actors took the curtain call, Danny clapped and asked the person beside the elephant cart.
A girl in a green robe, blonde hair, purple eyes, and a beautiful oval face, held a large bamboo basket with hairtails, onions, carrots, and turnips.
She should be a free person from an ordinary family near the square.
The girl looked up at Danny and said, "Since the fall of Yuankai, the people of Giscari have been touring the city squares every day."
"People of Giscari? Touring performance? "
"Yes, after the Giscari delegation came to Volantis, they encouraged the consul to send troops to deal with the Mother Of Dragons, and arranged for a troupe to perform a performance that slandered the Mother Of Dragons."
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