"Slander?" Danny was interested and asked, "Maybe what the Gith said is true. I heard that the Mother Of Dragons is not only ten feet tall, but also ten feet around her waist. She uses witchcraft to capture men's souls. She is a monster. "
"Maybe." The Volantis girl shrugged and said casually, "Maybe that woman is a monster, but the Gith are not as brave and righteous as the show."
"Nobles and merchants hate the Mother Of Dragons because of sea trade. You don't seem to be a noble, but you don't like the Mother Of Dragons. Why?" Danny asked curiously.
"That's a crazy woman. How can there be no slaves in the world? I don't want my life to be destroyed. "The Volantis blonde said.
"We, Braavos, have no slaves. Now we have replaced Volantis as the leader of the nine free trading city-states, and …
With all due respect, the new freedmen of Slave Bay are not necessarily worse off than you are now.
The Mother Of Dragons allocates 15 acres of mature land for each liberated slave, and the land tax is fixed at one in ten. She also provides interest-free loans, can buy cattle, can do a little business, and everyone is a propertied class. "
The Gith's "Five Eagles Battle Dragon Mother" did provoke Danny. At this time, her emotions were a little over the top, and her words were a little out of line.
Sure enough, the blonde girl was suspicious. She took a step back and said warily, "Who are you? How do you know so much?"
"The New Gith and Queers all know."
Whitebeard took over the conversation and said flatly, "When we came back from the Jade Sea and passed by New Gith, the Dragon Slaughtering Convention was being held there.
Do you know the Allies, the United Nations, and the Dragon Slaughtering Convention?
Volantis also sent representatives to participate, and is even one of the most important members of the Joint Conference. "
"I, I …" The Volantis girl blushed and said embarrassedly, "I'm just an ordinary free person. I don't know about the nobles."
After saying that, she bowed her head and ran away.
"I didn't expect the Gith to be so insidious." Whitebeard whispered.
"Let's stay for one more day and figure out where those bastards live." Danny gritted her teeth.
After walking a few dozen meters forward, the Cadillac on the elephant's back turned around and shouted, "Guest, we're here. The merchant's house is right in front. What level of bedroom do you plan to book? I can give you another ride. "
The Merchant's House beside the Fishmonger's Square was located in the north facing south. It had the best wine and many guest rooms in Volantis.
It was a four-story behemoth, overlooking the surrounding warehouses, taverns, and brothels. The side facing the street was 300 meters wide and had five large doors. Each door corresponded to a different level of guest rooms.
"Above average is fine." Barristan shouted at the golden-haired coachman. He then explained to Danny in a low voice, "The best VIP room is a private courtyard. It's clean and quiet, but you can't get much information."
Danny nodded and agreed with his decision.
Two minutes later the elephant stopped in front of the middle door.
Before the carriage came to a stop, a black-haired young man in a clean white linen dress greeted them, bowed, and asked, "Guests, do you want to stay here?"
Danny saw a door tattooed on his face.
Doorman?
Barristan carried his backpack and went down to talk to the hotel staff. Dani saw that Cadillac did not leave even though he was leading the elephant. Instead, he looked at her expectantly. She smiled and asked, "Do you want a tip?"
The horse-faced young man was also a little embarrassed when his thoughts were seen through. He stammered, "Before coming, the master told me that you were a generous guest and gave Aunt Kelly a gold coin as a tip, so …"
"If I give you a tip, won't your master take it away?" Danny asked.
"Maybe the master will reward me with a roast chicken and a bottle of sour wine," he said expectantly.
"Okay, for your roast chicken and wine." Danny nodded, took off her backpack, and took out a handful of yellow … copper coins.
"Find something to put it in," she said to the young man who was stunned.
"Oh …" The Cadillac was a little disappointed at first, but then he thought about it. The money was not his, and the fare was only a dozen or so copper coins. The other party had given him a dozen times the reward, so it was not a small sum.
So, he walked over happily and pulled the linen cloth around his waist. "Just put it here!"
"Hualala, hallala …" Two handfuls of brand new copper coins were thrown into the cloth bag. The blond young man said, "Thank you for the tip, thank you for the tip."
Seeing this, the staff nearby became more attentive to Barristan.
"The first floor is the hall, and the guest rooms facing the street are noisy. The second floor in the backyard is the most spacious and comfortable," he said.
"Two connected upper rooms facing the street. We want to see the night view of Volantis."
"Okay."
"And our horses …"
As they were talking, the Cadillac had already untied the reins of the horse behind the elephant carriage.
"Catch!" Danny threw over another two copper coins. "This is for you. Go to the square and buy a fish steak and a cup of wine."
"Miss, you are a kind person!"
Stepping into the public rest area of the Merchant's House, she was greeted by the noise of the merchants and tourists, as well as the heat of the torches and bonfires. It was also mixed with the smell of ale, barbecued meat, sweat, feet, and prostitutes.
Under the chandelier hung from the ceiling, there were seventy to eighty round oak tables. There were no partitions, and most of the tables were filled with people.
There were sailors and tourists hugging prostitutes and drinking wine. There were merchants whispering in the corner. There were rice merchants waiting to ship, standing on the table and loudly selling their barren black rice to the surrounding merchants.
There were also buyers banging on gongs and walking through the hall, shouting, "Iron ingots, unlimited iron ingots."
There was a bank representative with a big belly sitting in a fixed seat in the hall, roaring and belittling the value of the goods mortgaged by the borrowers.
Dozens of female slaves with tattoos of wine bottles and dining tables on their faces walked through the tables, serving the guests wine and food, clearing the empty tables, plates, wine glasses, and wine jugs.
After taking a few steps in the hall, Danny found that it was bigger than she expected. The first floor of the huge building was a restaurant. The courtyard in the middle was paved with stone slabs, planted with many grape trellises, and a rockery. There was a pavilion and a stage on the rockery, and there was a cave in the rockery.
Standing in the front hall, one could see the courtyard without obstruction, and even the back hall and the left and right halls.
There were only gray stone pillars supporting the roof, and there were no walls on the side of the hall facing the courtyard.
There were many drinkers holding wine jugs and standing in the courtyard to watch the performance on the stage.
Danny and Barristan also asked for a seat in the corridor. After ordering some wine and food, they looked curiously at the stage on the rockery.
Before they finished watching the play, Danny's face darkened.
It was telling the story of two Gith people, Sheerah and Hikari, father and daughter. The plot … was probably the Gith version of "Shrike, Hill and Bug", which was Yang Bailao and Xi 'er.
Hikari was so hardworking and capable, and Sheerah was so pure and kind. The father and daughter lived a simple but happy life in the manor of Yuankai, and the result …
The Gith girl sang with a sweet and moving voice, "I lived on the edge of Yuankai, and my family had a house and a field. My life was happy. Who knew that the Mother Of Dragons, she was rude and merciless, violated human ethics and had no respect for the heavens. She occupied my big house and took my field. My mother fell out with her and was burned in the face by the dragon's flame. My father scolded her for bullying the good people, but she caught him and put him into the pyramid. She strengthened him a hundred times, a hundred times."
"Pfft …" A guest in the corridor of the west hall spurted out wine and laughed, "I want to try such a good thing, a hundred times, a hundred times. Hahaha, this group of Gith people is really f * cking talented. They can even think of such a bad trick."
"Hey, being strengthened a hundred times, why is your father not dead yet?" A drunkard in the courtyard pointed to the middle-aged Gith man on the side of the girl and shouted.
"Lord Jue's body is strong, and his life must be preserved." The middle-aged man clapped and shouted.
"Oh, Lord Jue, are you a noble?"
"My grandfather is a virtuous master, inherited from ten thousand years ago!" The Gith man sang.
The Gith girl continued to sing, "The fire is the clothes, the blood is the soup, the Mother Of Dragons burned my village, fifty thousand peasants hung on the stake …"
She even put the crime of burning the Great Gith Plain and killing fifty thousand slaves on the head of the Mother Of Dragons.
"I'm going to kill those bastards."
"My lord, if you can't bear it, you'll mess up the great plan! One day, the world will know the truth. "Whitebeard held down Danny's clenched fist and whispered.
Danny shook her head with a straight face, "I don't care if they confuse black and white, because history is destined to be written by me, but it's obvious that the group of Gith people copied my cultural propaganda strategy."
When she saw "Five Eagles Fight the Mother of Dragons" in the square before, she didn't react. Looking at the obvious traces of plagiarism of "Yang Bailao and Xi 'er", Danny suddenly woke up. Her policy was studied and carried forward by the Gith people.
The once simple otherworldly people also learned bad things!!!
"Uh, this …" Whitebeard's face was distorted, and he said after a while, "How about, bribing a group of bards to help you spread –"
"It's too fake!" It was still the guest in the West Hall. He hammered the thick oak table, and the cups and plates clattered. "Hey, Gith people on the stage, can you be more careful?
The Mother Of Dragons has taken down Meereen and Yuankai. Why should she burn her own manor?
Not to mention that she has been freeing slaves, even the stupidest Westeros Lord will not kill his peasants for no reason. If all the peasants die, who will farm for her? "
The word "Westeros" was like a magnet, instantly attracting the attention of Danny and Barristan.
There were three people sitting at the table, a dwarf with a missing nose, a middle-aged man with a solemn face, and the last person's back could only be seen.
"Seven Levels of Hell, Tyrion!" Barristan exclaimed in a low voice.
"Who?"
"It's that little devil, the dwarf son of Tywin Lannister, Tyrion Lannister."
"Why is he here?" The two said in unison. They looked at each other, and Danny asked with a smile, "Can he recognize you?"
Whitebeard touched his blue-dyed beard and shook his head. "The little devil is very smart, and he has been in King's Landing for a few years. I'm not sure if I can hide it from him."
Danny looked sideways at the second male protagonist of Game of Thrones. His legs were thick and short, deformed, and his head was disproportionately large. If he was prettier, he might be able to disguise as Mengmeng's son.
However, he was really ugly. The shape of his face was already out of place, and he was missing a nose. His nostrils were black, and his forehead was protruding. His mouth was full of brown and golden stubble. He looked a little like Zhu Bajie in the wild.
Uh, he was a little short, less than 1.1 meters.
Monkey King's torso, Zhu Bajie's head, was there anyone who looked worse than him?
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