At about two-thirty in the afternoon, Danny and Barristan crossed the long bridge and returned to the West City Fish Market Square.
At this time, the crowd in the square had decreased by sixty percent. The fish farm owner also stopped shouting and sat lazily in the shade of the shed, dozing off.
However, the square was not without shouting. There were seven or eight round oak tables in the shade outside the merchant's house. Beside each table, there was a flag fluttering in the wind.
There were three to five fierce-looking mercenaries behind the tables. Some sat lazily at the table drinking, while others shouted at every man or boy passing by.
"Oh, that old man, the red cloak mercenary playing the guitar, isn't he the deputy leader of the Wind Blowing Group, Danzo?" Danny pulled down the top of her hood and whispered to Barristan.
The old man quietly dismounted and glanced at the second table in the east from the corner of his eyes. He saw the familiar blue and white striped swallowtail flag and whispered, "It's the Wind Blowing Group. They seem to be recruiting. The other seven tables are also recruitment points for mercenary groups.
Seven Gods above, they are all large mercenary groups ranked in the top twenty.
Bloodbeard's Cat Regiment consisted of 3000 elite infantrymen; 'Shoemaker' Gilo Reja's Pike Regiment consisted of 800 Pike Cavalrymen; 'Magic Blade' Kendy's Windbreaker Regiment was similar to the previous Rose Regiment, with Westerosi as the backbone. They were formed by the nobles who were exiled during the Dance of the Blood Dragon.
The 'Two-headed Demon' Jiggs' Bright Flag Group. In the story of the three thousand Immaculate Ones protecting Kohor, they and the Second Sons Group played a dishonorable role, but you have seen the Second Sons Group's strength. The current Bright Flag Group is not to be underestimated. "
The old man did not have time to introduce each mercenary group. The waiter at the entrance of the inn quickly greeted them, helped them with their horses, and asked what service they needed.
In the end, the pockmarked youth with two doors tattooed on his face told Danny, "Lady Leila, the Widow by the Waterside hopes that you can meet her when you return."
"You call her that too?" Danny asked curiously.
"The widow said that her former name came from the slave owner, but her husband had always called her that. She could not change her name, so she could only let it be forgotten by the living," the pockmarked youth said.
Danny nodded and asked, "Why is the lady looking for me? Is it urgent? "
"I'm not sure."
When they walked around a round table, a pig-faced, brown-skinned mercenary glanced at Barristan and grabbed his cloak. He grinned and said, "Hey, old man, I see that you're tall and strong, and you even have a sword on your waist. Are you an old knight? Do you want to join our Iron Shield Regiment and fight Dragon Queen at Slave Bay? "
"I'm not a wild knight."
White Knight's cold gaze almost froze the mercenary's heart. She loosened her grip and let him go.
When Danny and the old knight crossed the threshold and entered the Merchant's House, he cursed a few times to vent his emotions.
"When did the mercenary group come?" Danny asked the pockmarked youth.
"For the past two months, they've been coming to the fishmonger square to recruit people every day after lunch."
"The Blowers were crippled by the Mother Of Dragons, so it's not surprising that they would come to Volantis to recruit new members. But are the other mercenary groups also lacking people?" Barristan asked with a frown.
"Sigh, they're recruiting for the Eastern Expedition to Slave Bay!" The youth sighed with a worried look. "The Allied Army is recruiting, the more the better.
Almost all the mercenary groups have doubled or doubled their strength. Anyway, the United Nations is responsible for all the logistics.
That woman is not to be trifled with. After the battle, whether they win or lose, most of the mercenary groups will be crippled. Look at the fates of the Blowers, the Second Sons, and the Ravens. You'll understand. "
"Since they know the fates of the Ravens and the Second Sons, those mercenary groups still dare to provoke the Dragon Queen. Aren't they afraid of being wiped out?" Danny sneered.
"For mercenaries, there's only one thing in the world that scares them." The pockmarked youth shrugged. "No money in their pockets!"
In the afternoon, the hall was much emptier. Most of the round tables were empty, and the merchants who were yelling to buy and sell goods were gone.
Passing through the front hall, the pockmarked youth led the two to an empty table under the grapevines in the courtyard. After settling them down, he waved to a blonde slave girl standing in the northwest of the corridor. The two got together and said a few words. The pockmarked youth turned around and bowed to Danny before leaving.
Then the blonde girl came to Danny with a stack of fried locusts in her hand.
Putting the plate on the table, she said in Valleglia with a Reese accent, "Priestess, can you please sit here for a moment? The widow is receiving a guest from Westeros. You're the next one. "
"What? Aren't we the next one? " At the wine table on the other side of the grapevine, a handsome blonde youth stood up and slammed the table in dissatisfaction.
Danny looked sideways and found that it was an acquaintance. They were the two youths who entered the city from the Eastern Dock yesterday evening. They got separated when the carriage crossed the long bridge, but they didn't expect to live in the merchant's house.
In addition to the blonde man and the black-haired honest youth, there was also a "brawny man, Bevois," who was almost the same size as Bevois.
His shoulders were broad, his stomach was round, his legs were as thick as tree trunks, his hands were as thick as ham, and his bald head was like a smooth pink pebble.
"It's you?!" Seeing Dani's appearance, the tall blonde young man was stunned at first, then he immediately woke up and recognized her. He bowed elegantly and said with a smile, "Hello, Miss, we've met before, do you remember?
Yesterday evening, we entered the city from the dock area together. On the way, we talked about the Mother Of Dragons with a noble riding an elephant.
God, I have to say, you're as bright as the Star of Nymeria in the sky. If that woman is one-tenth as beautiful as you, we … "
"Cough cough cough …" The black-haired honest youth quietly pulled his trousers a few times and coughed a few times.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was rude." The handsome youth smiled gently and turned to look at the slave girl, Reese, and asked, "We can accept letting a beautiful lady cut the queue, but can you at least give us a reason?"
"You brought gifts to visit the widow, and the widow wants to see Priest Leila. Is this reason enough?"
"Uh …"
The blonde youth was stunned and understood the meaning of the slave girl's words. Soon, he smiled again and looked at Danny, "So your name is Leila, and you're a priest."
Danny glanced at Barristan, whose face was hidden under the hood, and guessed that he must have known that the three people opposite him were from Westeros.
"You're Dornishmen?" She took a bite of the fried locust wrapped in fine flour and asked vaguely.
In this other world, other than the moon at night, there was a bright white star in the northwest direction that was the most eye-catching. When Danny had nothing to do at night, she could only look at the stars and the moon. She even suspected that it was a distant star in the three-body system.
Just like the Ginseng of the Seven Mansions of the Western White Tiger mentioned by the ancient astronomers in China, the Greeks classified it as "Orion".
It was the same in this world. The races were different, the cultures were different, and the names for the white star were different.
Jiqi called it "Maid Star".
Well, the sun was Horse God, the moon was Horse God's wife, and the white star was the maid who served "Kalixi", just like Jiqi herself.
The Andals chose the seven brightest stars in the sky other than the moon and named them according to the names of the Seven Gods. The white star was called "Crone's Star", and it guided the lost in the night.
Dornishmen were the most influenced by Loynar culture. The white star was called "Nymeria's Star", and the milky white ribbon at its tail was the ten thousand ships led by Nymeria.
"I'm the son of a Dornishmen wine merchant." The black-haired youth glanced at the slave girl before explaining to Danny, "Giscari wine is recognized as a bad wine in the world. Our family's good Dornishmen may be able to sell it for a good price in Astapor."
"You have an idea." Danny nodded, picked up a fat locust and stuffed it into her mouth. She whispered to the white knight next to her, "Try it. It tastes like chicken, but it's more fragrant and crispy."
The slave girl held back for a while and finally said, "Things are different now. Dragon … that woman brewed a kind of best wine, and even the Volantis wine merchant secretly went to buy it!"
"Oh, then we should go and have a look." The blonde youth smiled.
"Up to you." The slave girl turned her head and glanced at the northwest corner. "It's your turn next. Remember, prepare the gifts."
Danny and Barristan stood up and saw a maid waving to Reese's slave in the corridor. They knew it was time to meet the widow.
"Do we need to prepare gifts too?" Danny took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the grease from her mouth as she asked.
The slave girl thought for a moment and said, "Most people have something to ask of the widow, but the widow is not greedy for the guests' money. Many people bring gifts that are not worth ten copper coins."
"Hmm, I understand." Danny was deep in thought. The gifts showed more respect to the widow by the water. The widow who was a bed slave inherited her husband's family property. She had more money than she could spend, and what she lacked was respect.
Thinking of this, she could not help but quietly untie the cat's eye stone bracelet on her left wrist.
"Ah —" After a few steps in the corridor, a girl's scream suddenly came from the west corner of the hall, followed by the laughter of a group of drinkers.
"Short Wintermelon, beat her up!"
"Wow, dwarfs fighting." A sailor whistled and clapped.
Entering the hall, through the gap between the sparse crowd, Danny was shocked to see the mess on the bluestone floor. Tyrion was covered in grease and rolling in a ball with another dwarf.
A female dwarf dressed as a man, her gray clothes were wet with wine, and the shadow of a small steamed bun was printed on her chest. The other small steamed bun was exposed in public because Tyrion pulled her clothes.
"Enough!" A tall middle-aged man rushed out from behind the counter. He should be the owner or the lobby manager.
He held a stick and knocked on the heads of the two dwarfs a few times. He then lifted the little devil who was holding the female dwarf in the air. The dwarf's neck was strangled by the collar. His face was red, and he struggled to kick his legs.
Tyrion's companion, Haldon, who looked like a scholar, hurried over and shouted, "Put him down. Do you want to kill him?"
But just as the Volantis man put down the little devil, the female dwarf on the ground got up. Like a crazy heifer, she headbutted Tyrion's chest, knocking him over a table. The bowls and plates fell to the ground. The poor little devil's blonde hair was wet with soup.
The female dwarf did not intend to let him go. She got up with both hands and rushed over while screaming. She rode on the little devil's chest and punched his cheeks, eyebrows, and forehead like raindrops.
His lips were broken and his eyes were swollen. His ugly face without a nose became more deformed and ugly.
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