Thick tallow candles were inserted into the slots of the pillars in the corridor, and the bright red light made the air a little hotter. Danny hesitated for a moment and did not put on the hood, revealing her silver hair that was coiled on her head.
But her temperament had changed so much that even Barristan felt that she had become another person in an instant.
"I'm restraining my aura to make myself look more like an ordinary person," the ordinary girl Danny explained.
"Indeed, you don't have the extraordinary temperament, just like an ordinary girl from Valleglia." Whitebeard was surprised.
Her bright purple eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray dirt, smooth and delicate, and had a healthy glow under the candlelight. Her skin was dull, waxy, and rough.
Especially her temperament, it was as if something magical had been extracted from her soul. Or rather, Danny had been transmigrated by a cowardly tuberculosis ghost.
Her face shape was still the same, but she had lost five points of her appearance and seven points of her temperament.
"How did you do it?" He could not help but ask.
"I suppressed my spiritual fluctuations, and then applied a layer of whale oil cream on my face."
Becoming ugly was actually very simple. Whitebeard had also put on ugly makeup, and the key was the suppression of spiritual energy.
Well, she put ninety percent of her spiritual energy into Blackie's sea of consciousness, and her whole body instantly lost most of its luster.
After a quick dinner, the two went to the bedroom on the second floor to put away their luggage, and adjusted their appearances before going downstairs again.
They wanted to figure out Tyrion's situation.
Barristan did not know about Tyrion's patricide, nor did he know that Varys had sent him to Illyrio, and that Illyrio had sent him to Slaver's Bay.
Well, according to the plot of Game of Thrones, Varys and Tyrion had escaped from King's Landing and planned to go to Slaver's Bay to burn the Dragon Queen's hot stove.
Jorah Mormont was still the Hand of the Queen in Astapor and had no time to kidnap Tyrion, so he was not separated from Varys.
Danny "knew" the plot, but she wanted to observe Varys.
She had to admit that she was a little afraid of the Chief of Intelligence.
He was in the King's Landing, but he had planted a spy in Queers, who was thousands of miles away. What the hell was this?
After going downstairs, Danny pretended to pass by the corridor of the West Hall by accident. She noticed that the dwarf had just finished his dinner and was playing Sivas with a gray-bearded middle-aged sailor.
Silvas originated from Volantis and was very popular in the cities of Ursos. It was also a very fashionable game in Westeros cities where there was sea trade.
The original owner, Danny Lisi, can also play.
Ten different types of chess pieces: Armed Mob, Pikemen, Crossbowmen, Light Cavalry, Heavy Cavalry, Catapult, Siege Scale, Elephant, Dragon, King.
The rules were a bit like a cross between military chess and chess.
There were seven or eight spectators around them. Danny also stopped to watch the battle, while Barristan sat in the dark with his hood on, drinking.
As he got closer, he felt that Tyrion's appearance was truly … worthy of his name.
He was so ugly that he didn't even look human. He was a living devil.
Deformed Devil Monkey? Small Eared Demon Pig?
In short, just based on his appearance, he was a bit of a waste of the great name "Tyrion."
Well, just like Stark's "Brandon" and the Gith's "Graz 'dan," Tyrion once belonged to a great King of Casterly Rock.
"When is the alliance going to take action?" Tyrion asked.
"Why are you asking this?"
"Of course it's to avoid war. Seven Gods above, hundreds of thousands of troops in a fierce battle. Whoever doesn't avoid it is a fool."
"That's true, but I can't tell you the answer." The gray-bearded man shook his head.
"Isn't Captain Terry's' Tuna 'also on the list?" The little devil asked casually.
"You even know this?"
"Hehe, take a look for yourself. A merchant's house is full of holes." Tyrion chuckled.
"I did sign a contract with the Volantis and promised to help them transport elephant soldiers, but the alliance hasn't decided on the final strategy yet. They aren't even sure how many troops to send."
Tyrion used the red dragon to eat the other party's black elephant amidst the annoyed cries of the gray-bearded captain. He sneered and said, "It's already like this, and you still don't want to play poker?
Last time, the Dragon Queen defeated at least a hundred thousand troops … Tsk tsk, within a month, she swept through the hundred thousand Gith alliance and took down the two cities of Yuankai and Meereen.
No wonder she looked like a sea yaksha in the Volantis stage play. If she wasn't so ugly, so strong, so evil, how could a man who had suffered defeat under her hands endure? "
"You're an Andal of the Sunset Sea, how would you understand the current situation?" A man dressed as a sea merchant in a silk robe interrupted. "The art of battle is to know yourself and the enemy. The Gith lost last time without knowing why. The alliance has to study that woman's personality and tactical thinking first."
"It's been almost half a year and you still haven't figured out how you lost?" Tyrion raised his head and said in disbelief.
"Hehe, your dragon flew under my trebuchet! Focus, don't lose carelessly. "Captain Terry chuckled as he used his catapult to take down Tyrion's Red Dragon.
Then, he explained, "That woman not only has a strong military force, but she's also good at using troops. For example, how did she quietly bring thousands of people to the city of Meereen, how did she make the people of Meereen mistakenly think that she had 50,000 troops, so that the people of Gith hid in the pyramid and missed the last chance to turn the tables?
For example, in the battle of the rear camp outside Yuankai City, where did she hide her troops, and how did she instigate the Yuankai guards to betray her … "
Tyrion frowned. He turned to the stern-faced man beside him and asked, "Haldon, what do you think?"
"Dragons are the source of miracles."
"Hahaha, that makes sense." Tyrion laughed.
"Heh, the Megalosaurus can conjure 50,000 troops out of thin air? The Megalosaurus can instigate the loyal generals of Gith? The Megalosaurus can hide 40,000 troops? "
A middle-aged brown-haired mercenary sneered and mocked, "Barbarian Westeros, you only know how to talk about dragons all day long. Aegon conquered the Andals with three dragons, and you think that dragons are gods? That dragons can do anything?
In order to take down the Loen River Basin, which is half the size and population of the Seven Kingdoms, Valleglia lost at least 30 Megalosaurus, 100 Dragon King, 100,000 purebred Volantis, and a million slaves. "
He raised his chin and proudly concluded, "In this land, dragons are just legendary creatures that can fly and breathe fire. They'll die just the same if they get hit by an arrow."
"Hehe, I can't refute that." Tyrion laughed foolishly.
"Checkmate!" He pressed down a chess piece, rubbed his hands and laughed: "Captain Terry, thank you for letting me win, I won again."
"Sigh!" Gray Beard took out a handful of copper coins from his pocket and put it on the table. He said unwillingly, "Here, let's play again."
"Okay." While arranging the chess pieces, Tyrion casually said, "Oh right, why do the Volantis hate the Dragon Queen so much? Slave Bay is three thousand kilometers away from here! "
"The person who asked this question must have never done maritime trade."
Tyrion stuck out his round belly, "Look at my body, even a bathtub could drown me. Why would I go to the sea? Unless the sea is full of wine. "
"Hahaha …" The people around him laughed.
"Slave trade is not only the livelihood of Slave Bay, it's related to the balance of maritime trade all over the world. Simply put, slaves can reduce the cost of maritime trade by 90%."
"Oh, it's for money." Tyrion suddenly understood.
Terry shook his head and sighed, "The profit of maritime trade is tens, hundreds of times. Changing slaves to contracted workers, squeezing them for a few years is not a devastating blow to maritime trade, but …"
"But look at the merchant's house, slaves warm our beds, cook, wipe the table, carry the dishes, feed the horses, wash the chamber pot …
Look at Volantis, slaves produce food for the Volantis people, clean the streets, educate the children, guard the city walls, pilot the warships, charge the enemy …
So you understand?
This city can't do without slaves!
But at this moment, all the slaves in the city turned their eyes to the east, looking forward to the glorious savior, Dragon Queen, Misha, the liberator.
Inside the black wall, the nobles with ancient bloodlines were unable to eat and sleep well. The slaves in the kitchen were so scared that they peed their pants when they sharpened their knives.
Not only the nobles could not tolerate this situation, even the poor in the city hated the Dragon Queen.
According to the law, even the lowliest beggar in the countryside has a higher status than a slave, but that woman wants to take away their last bit of comfort, how can they not be angry? "
"Makes sense, but it's a little stupid." Tyrion shook his head.
"What do you mean?"
"Do you think that the lords of the Westeros don't live as carefree as your trading princes and city governors?" the little devil asked.
"I've only been to the old town, but I've never seen the lord there."
Gray Beard Terry shrugged and moved his heavy cavalry to Tyrion's trebuchet.
Tyrion quickly placed the dragon beside the trebuchet and nodded, "The old Count of Sea Tower has been studying magic in the Towering Tower all these years. Even the matter of his youngest daughter cheating on her husband did not alarm him."
Danny could not help but mourn for Chora for three seconds. The people of the Seven Kingdoms seemed to know that he was being cuckolded.
"Let's put it this way. The things that the Volantis nobles can do to the slaves, such as strengthening, whipping, cutting off their hands and feet, free labor … The nobles of the Seven Kingdoms can do to the free people in their own territories.
In name, Westeros are not allowed to have slaves, but most of the civilians are no different from slaves. "
Tyrion was speaking from the bottom of his heart. In his opinion, other than the tattoos on their faces, the maids of Casterly Rock were no different from the slaves of the Volantis nobles.
"If I were the governor of Volantis, I would find out that the woman not only has three dragons —"
"Four, she hatched another golden dragon." Terry interrupted him.
"Uh, another dragon? Where did it come from? "Tyrion was stunned.
"There are currently two popular theories. Slaver's Bay claims that the queen's maid was tragically killed by an assassin, and the gods compensated her with a golden dragon. She even named the dragon 'Golden Dolya'." A sea merchant said.
"Clang …"
The "elephant" in his hand fell on the chessboard. The little devil stared with his black and blue eyes and said in disbelief, "Say it again, a dead maid, compensated with a dragon? How can she say such nonsense? And you idiots seem to believe it? "
Terry directly used the dragon to eat his elephant and sneered, "You're the idiot. You don't know anything. Now that the dragon eggs have become fossils that have lost their vitality, if you want to hatch a dragon, you can only exchange for an undead dragon soul from the Dark World and bathe in fire to be reborn. "
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