"Maybe the Codex is good, maybe the Dragon Queen is a natural saint, but Saint Bailey was born in the Westeros!"
Tyrion shrugged and said contemptuously, "Saint Bailey closed all the brothels in King's Landing and proclaimed that everyone is equal under the Seven Gods. They forced the count to wash the feet of lepers and promised that those lords who used their virginity to protect their daughters' chastity would be exempted from taxes."
"What's the use? People die and politics die out. Now there are more brothels in King's Landing than Rhys. It's not illegal for nobles to kill people. Even half a dozen kings died. If the ladies of the noble families of the Seven Kingdoms didn't drink the moon tea, they must be too ugly and too stupid. "
"Oh, Saint Bailey has no dragons and is far less intelligent than his descendants. The Dragon Queen is only 16 years old now. If she can live to 70 years old, she can rule the world for at least 50 years!
Tsk tsk, after 50 years, the whole world will have adapted to her new rules. "
The old scholar showed a look of fascination and sighed, "I really don't know what kind of world it is."
"Maybe it's hell!" Tyrion sneered.
"Like you said, we are already in hell anyway. How bad can it be?" the old scholar said faintly.
"Who? Who's making reactionary remarks? "Suddenly, there was a rough shout.
Accompanied by the sound of armor colliding, more than a dozen fierce Tiger Cloak Army soldiers pushed the crowd and squeezed to the wine table.
The officer was a short and stout middle-aged Volantis man. His blue eyes flashed fiercely. He looked at Tyrion from head to toe and scolded, "Monster, are you spreading the fallacious ideas of the Mother Of Dragons?"
"No human language in the monster's mouth, but I don't know what evil remarks from the Mother Of Dragons are said." Tyrion laughed.
A brown-skinned man with a weathered face came in from behind and pointed at the gray-haired old scholar, "General Moss, it's him!
He has been saying good things about that woman and that she will create a beautiful new world. He even knows the Codex she made. He must be a spy from Slave Bay. "
"What law did I break?" The gray-robed old man frowned and asked.
"Two months ago, Consul Maraccio declared that woman an enemy of Volantis. Are you a spy she sent? Needless to say, you look very similar. Come with me. "
Without giving the old scholar a chance to explain, the short and stout General Moss waved his hand. Two members of the Tiger Cloak Army walked forward and dragged the old man out.
"B * stard, you bunch of cowardly Volantis, do you still have the law? Do you still have any honor? You won't even let people speak the truth. Since you're so afraid of Danny Liz Targaryen, why don't you just surrender? "
The old man's feet were suspended in the air. He kicked his legs wildly and cursed loudly with a red face.
While they were making a ruckus, a group of coachmen, coachmen, cooks, and waiters rushed over from the courtyard while yelling. There were one to two hundred people in total. Some of them were holding wooden sticks, some were holding kitchen knives, and some were holding long whips. They stood in front of the Tiger Cloak Army with their chests puffed out and their bellies puffed out. They waved the weapons in their hands and shouted loudly to intimidate the dozen or so slave warriors.
The Tiger Cloak Army was not to be outdone. They formed a circular formation and used the tiger claws on their wrists to block the incoming sticks.
The atmosphere was at its most tense moment. An old woman walked over with the help of two young women.
"Moss, I can guarantee that if you take this foreign scholar away tonight, Marazzo will lose the consul election in six days."
The old woman trembled as she walked, but in this noisy environment, her voice was exceptionally clear and loud.
"The Waterside Widow, it's the Waterside Widow!" someone exclaimed.
Most of the crew, foreign merchants, tourists, and mercenaries who were watching nearby were enlightened. Some of the captains bowed in respect and even stepped back to make way for her.
The old woman smiled and nodded to those people in response, like a king.
However, there were also some locals who looked at her coldly, unmoved. Danny even heard a few Volantis merchants cursing in a low voice behind her. "That bitch of Wagaro, damn it!"
Danny could not help but look carefully. It was a woman whose spine had been bent by the years. Her back was piled up with ugly humps that were almost parallel to the top of her head.
Her white hair was too sparse. Under the red light of the torch, her pink scalp could be seen clearly.
There was a scar on her cheek. Danny suspected that there was a slave tattoo there.
Although she looked old, the old widow's eyes were black and bright, revealing rich experience and deep wisdom.
As the old woman walked over step by step, the slaves besieging the Tiger Cloak Army retreated to make way for her.
The short officer who was surrounded by the Tiger Cloak Army saw her and suppressed the anger in his heart. He asked, "Madam, what do you mean?"
The old widow stamped the cane in her hand and said, "This is the Merchant's House. This is the East City. Let go of this guest and leave with your people."
"He —"
The old widow waved her hand and interrupted him. "I know what he said, but so what? The Merchant's House even entertains the necromancers of Shadow Asia, let alone a scholar from the Land of the Setting Sun. "
"Are you a scholar? Where's the necklace? "Moss looked back at the gray-robed scholar with messy clothes.
The old man twisted his head uncomfortably and said, "I'm just a traveler seeking the truth."
"Everyone knows about that woman's relationship with Westeros. It's reasonable for a scholar to be a spy for her." Moss insisted.
The widow by the water moved in front of the soldier and shouted in a low voice, "You stupid pig, do you know how much negative impact your actions will have on the Merchant's House? Do you know that the income of the Merchant's House supports at least a third of the old nobles? "
Moss's expression changed. He looked back at the brown-skinned man, gritted his teeth, and waved to the Tiger Cloak Army. "Let him go. Let's go."
"Hey, General —"
The brown-skinned man wanted to say something more, but the old widow glared and scolded, "Captain Heraz, I know you are a Gith and have served in the Iron Army for three years, but this is Volantis.
Allowing you to perform bullshit dramas in the Merchant's House is the limit of my tolerance.
If you dare to destroy the reputation of the Merchant's House, I can't guarantee that the Gith people here can leave the harbor safely. "
"You —" The brown-skinned man pointed at the old woman in anger. "When that woman attacks, I hope your Merchant's House can still be as full as it is today."
"I'm just a small shareholder of the Merchant's House. Even if it closes tomorrow, it won't affect me much."
After the Tiger Cloak Army left, the old woman comforted the gray-robed scholar softly and promised to waive his accommodation fees.
After that, she glanced at Tyrion and walked to the shadows of the northeast corner with the help of two maids.
"She seems to be very famous and prestigious?" Tyrion helped Danny ask the question in her heart.
"Do you still want to play chess?" Graybeard Terry asked.
"We'll play tomorrow. Answer my question first."
"I don't know her real name. Everyone calls her the Widow by the water. Did you see the scar on her face?"
"Slave?"
"Bed slave. The teardrop tattoo on her face was dug out. When she was young, she was trained in Yuankai and was proficient in the seven Cries of Spring. Even the governor of Volantis was fascinated by her. "
"Tsk tsk, I can't see it at all." Tyrion muttered in a low voice.
"She even has a great-grandson." Terry rolled his eyes and continued to explain in a low voice: "Governor Wagaro fell in love with her, gave her freedom, and married her."
"Wow, true love, it must be true love!" Danny exclaimed.
"Shh, lower your voice," Captain Terry nervously looked at the corner and cursed in a low voice: "The story has a good beginning, but it doesn't have a perfect ending.
Can you imagine the reaction of the nobles in the Black Wall?
In a few years, Wagaro died of depression. The Widow by the water took over his business, but she was forced to sell her husband's ancestral home that had been passed down for thousands of years. Because free people are not allowed to live in the Black Wall. "
"Didn't you say that she already has a great-grandson? Could it be that she had a son with another man?" Danny curiously asked.
Captain Grey Beard sighed: "The nobles in the Black Wall don't allow the son of a bed slave to inherit the noble family name. You have to understand that Wagaro had brothers and relatives, and they … Sigh. Later on, she lived in the Merchant's House as a shareholder.
People who are in trouble only need to bring gifts and come to the Merchant's House for help. She will usually receive them and provide help according to the situation.
Over the decades, countless crew members, captains, merchants, sorcerers, monks, and foreign travelers have benefited from her kindness. "
Tyrion thought for a while and looked at his companion: "I need her help with something, what taboos do I have to pay attention to?"
"Respect, she needs respect. Also, don't ever mention the name 'Wagaro's whore' in front of her."
Danny pointed at a few merchants who were talking loudly in the hall and complained: "I just heard the Volantis moneylenders say it."
"I don't care about that." Grey Beard shrugged and left.
Tyrion glanced at Danny and left with the square-faced middle-aged man.
Danny found Barristan in the shadows in the corner and asked: "Did you see anyone familiar?"
"There were a few merchants in King's Landing selling goods in the front hall. I went up and asked around, and guess what? Tyrion first poisoned his nephew, King Joffrey, at the wedding banquet, and then killed his father. "
White Knight was in disbelief and emphasized: "King Joffrey is dead, Duke Tywin is dead, and Tywin Lannister was shot by his son and died in the latrine, too … God, what's going on, kinslaying, kingslaying, is the little devil crazy!"
Lion died while defecating in the stone room.
Danny had known about this for a long time.
The big boss of the middle stage of the game, the peerless hero who quelled the "Rebellion of the Four Kings", died in the latrine.
But she didn't care about this.
"Tyrion escaped alone?"
"Eight-Clawed Spider Varys was also involved. He might be nearby, but I didn't see him. Why don't you go upstairs and rest, and I'll keep an eye on the little devil? "Barristan said.
"Don't be in a hurry to sleep, look over there …"
Looking in the direction Danny indicated, there was a Shadow Binder wearing a wooden mask, three Fire Mages, a blue-lipped Wizard Queers, a middle-aged Moon Chanter, and four men and two women in front of the fake mountain cave in the courtyard. They were all carrying bags and were sneaking around, discussing something.
"What are they doing?" Danny asked curiously.
"I don't know."
"You keep an eye on Tyrion, I'll go take a look."
"But those people are —"
"Trash!"
Danny interrupted him and patted the Valleglia steel dagger on her waist. She said proudly: "In front of me, they are all trash!"
White Knight only hesitated for a moment, thinking that the queen had defeated a few demigods, so it shouldn't be a big problem. He nodded and agreed.
Danny pulled up her hood, crossed the corridor, and before the five people went into the cave, she jogged over and asked: "Hey, Fire Mage, where are you going?"
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