"You are …" The customs inspector carefully looked at the old black man who was pulling him. His face was old, and his hair was gray and sparse. He was a very ordinary old black man, but on the cuffs of his sky-blue silk robe, there was a thumb-sized flame symbol embroidered.
"Are you a fire mage?" Suddenly, an amiable smile bloomed on his face, and his tone and attitude were as warm as the spring breeze.
"I am Wood, the fire mage, the strongest fire mage in Volantis."
The old black man seemed to be bragging as he told the truth.
After the first young man in the Western Continent, Lisbon, died tragically in the hands of mercenaries, Old Wood did not become the new number one. He was too old, and his inheritance was not good enough.
However, in the Fire Mages' faction, he had become the undisputed number one.
At least the number one in Volantis.
The customs inspector's body shook violently, and his face changed greatly. He quickly handed the document and ink pen to the Unsullied behind him.
He took a step forward and asked respectfully and expectantly, "Is this true? Master, can you make wildfire? "
Wood saw his expression, and he had an idea in his heart. He flicked his sleeves, raised his head and said coldly, "In the streets of Volantis, I don't know how many people know my name. How can it be fake?
As for wildfire, it's an entry-level thing. After the age of eighteen, I don't (dare) play with it. "
This was another big truth. Wood had made a living on the docks and streets of Volantis for decades. There were at least eight thousand spectators who had seen him perform fire magic.
"Master, do you want to join the Royal Megalosaurus Mage Regiment of Her Majesty the Dragon Lady? My name is Donder, and I can take you to the Great Pyramid. "
The customs inspector's mouth almost cracked into a big banner that said, "Welcome, welcome."
Royal Megalosaurus Mage Regiment?
This name was very high, and it sounded pretty good!
Old Wood was satisfied, but there was no expression on his face. He nodded reservedly and asked, "Is the Queen in Astapor now?"
"She just came back yesterday," the customs inspector said politely. "For a real master like you, Her Majesty has always been thirsty for talents. She will definitely meet you in person."
"I'm also a fire mage." Another gray-robed man walked over, rubbed his hands, and said excitedly, "My name is Pogba. I can be ranked in the top three in the world of Fire Mages in Volantis, second only to Lisbon and Master Wood."
"Really?" The customs inspector was doubtful.
This Pogba was thin and short, with a pointy mouth and monkey-like cheeks. When the sea breeze blew, seven or eight ribs could be clearly seen on his chest.
"Master Pogba is too modest," Old Wood said seriously. "Now that Master Lisbon has passed away, the Pogba brothers and I are on par. It's not an exaggeration to call him and me the 'Volantis Twin Masters.'"
"I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you. So you're the Volantis Dual Masters. Master, you've already reached the realm of returning to the natural state. I was blind and failed to recognize Master's simple and unadorned Grandmaster temperament. Please forgive me. "Donder bowed and apologized sincerely.
It was completely sincere, without the slightest bit of mockery or disrespect.
"And me." A short and fat man who looked like a beer barrel squeezed over, his thumb pointing to his fat chin that hung down to his chest. "I'm 'Greasy Residue' Hancock from Kohor, proficient in fire witchcraft and blood refining. I'm the number one Fire Mage in the Central Continent of Ursus."
As soon as Greasy Residue Hancock introduced himself, before Inspector Donder had time to compliment him, a thin two-meter-tall bamboo pole immediately shouted, "And me, Jeep 'Burning Cloud' from Mill, the number one Fire Mage in the narrow sea."
"Are you sure … you're here to join the Royal Megalosaurus Mages?"
Donder was surprised and doubtful. In the past, there were no True Fire Mages. How come there were four of them today?
And they were all top grandmasters from all over the world.
"Hey, don't doubt it. Since we dare to report our names and birthplaces, there's no possibility of lying. With the Dragon Queen's actions in Slaver's Bay in the morning and Pentos at night, she can easily verify the authenticity of our identities.
And people can lie, but magic power is real. We'll prove ourselves to the Queen. "Jeep 'Burning Cloud' said very wisely.
Inspector Donder had to admit that the thin bamboo pole was right.
So, they had recruited four grandmasters at once?
While Donder was feeling excited, another large group of forty to fifty "ugly melons and split dates", "demons and ghosts", and "shrimp soldiers and crab generals" rushed over, shouting, "I'm also a Fire Mage", "I'm the number one Fire Mage in Mill", "We're the Four Talents of Terosi", "We're the top ten young talents of Volantis", and so on.
Not to mention Inspector Donder, even Tyrion and the others on the deck were dumbfounded.
"Aren't they jugglers?" A female dwarf who was leading a big dog wondered, "When we were sailing on the sea, we even practiced with them on the deck! They also said that they wanted to come to Astapor to be jugglers. "
In order to hide his identity, Tyrion changed his name to Hu Ge Caesar and formed a group with Fenny to perform a burlesque show.
Well, it was Tyrion riding a pig and Fenny riding a dog. They pretended to be famous people like Robert, Young Wolf Master, and Renly and had a duel.
"It's really a group of demons dancing!"
Tyrion looked at the noisy Fire Mages and frowned. "What is Dragon Queen thinking? Is she a fanatic for wildfire like her father Eris?"
"Humph, have you forgotten how the Gith Fleet failed? If it wasn't kerosene and asphalt that fell from the sky, but a can of wildfire …
Just a small can can ignite an 800-ton warship. "A man with wrinkles at the corner of his eyes sneered.
Tyrion pulled his unbuttoned shirt and sighed. "Look, how hot is the weather here? The wildfire has just been taken out of the cellar. It will explode immediately without the direct sunlight. "
Sister Lemore suggested, "Why don't we join the group of Fire Mages and go to the Great Pyramid to see the Dragon Queen?"
She was little Griffin's etiquette instructor and also his spiritual teacher who taught him the teachings of the Seven Gods.
She had long dark brown hair and a pair of gentle purple eyes. She was a beautiful and elegant woman who was almost forty years old.
Well, the little demon was greedy for her body.
"Haldon, what do you think?" The weathered man turned to look at Haldon, who had an ascetic face.
"Scholar Sai" Haldon was the gray-robed scholar who accompanied Tyrion in Volantis that day.
"If the Dragon Queen is in Astapor, we don't need to hide our identity anymore. We can go to the Great Pyramid and report your name.
Whether it is Jon Mormont or Sir Barristan, they all understand the meaning of 'Jon Clinton'. "Haldon said methodically.
"I wanted to observe her first and see how she deals with things up close." The weathered man, Clinton, said hesitantly.
"We are already here. What is there to observe?" Haldon's serious face showed a hint of a bitter smile.
"Sigh, the alliance's rumors about her are too exaggerated. I am worried that she will harm Griffin." Clinton glanced at the young man standing beside the Fire Mages and lowered his voice. "The other rumors may be false, but Viserys's death is absolutely true. A woman who can see her own brother being burned to death by her husband is terrifying!"
"This …" Haldon also hesitated. "Why don't little Griffin continue to hide his identity, and you pledge your loyalty to her as an old vassal?"
"Forget it." Tyrion had been listening for a while. When he heard his old friend's bad idea, he couldn't hold it in anymore.
"You want her people, her army, and her dragon. You can't hide the truth about Little Griffin forever.
It is best to be honest with a powerful Queen from the beginning. If she is as suspicious, greedy, and cruel as the rumors say, the consequences of hiding things will only be worse. "
"Sigh, you are right." Clinton's frown deepened. "A perfect King like Prince Rega is rare. I sincerely pray to the Seven Gods that she can have a tenth of her brother's kindness and wisdom."
Tyrion's missing nose twisted into a pig's nostrils. "Lord Clinton, you must not let Robert hear this. Otherwise, he will be so excited that he will lift the coffin lid."
"Uh, what did you say?" Clinton was confused.
"The Dragon Queen who defeated more than a hundred thousand Guise soldiers and forced the slave merchants of the world to form an alliance is not even a tenth of Rega in your words. Then how extraordinary is Robert who wields the hammer? After all, Robert defeated Rega. "The little demon laughed.
"You should pray with me that she has a tenth of Rega's kindness. Otherwise, when your witty words anger her and she orders to cut off your deformed head to vent her anger, we will not disobey her over such a trivial matter. "Clinton said coldly.
The little demon held its head with both hands and laughed. "Dispensable? No, at least it can say witty words. "
Clinton gave it a deep look and walked over to Donder.
At this moment, the Orange Wine Ship had already docked at Pier S-13. Inspector Donder had also registered the names, birthplaces, and bandit titles of the fire mages.
"Captain Neville, come with me!" The customs inspector said to the small bearded captain who was watching the show.
"What did I do?" Neville was so shocked that the mustache on the side of his lips stood up.
"No, you didn't do anything." Donder took his hand enthusiastically and explained with a smile as they walked to the gangplank. "Captain Neville, you have brought so many high-tech talents to Astapor. The Queen will at least reward you with a 'Green Card'."
Hearing that he was going to be rewarded, the panic on Captain Neville's face immediately turned to surprise. He hurriedly asked, "What is a Green Card?"
"A tax-free card. No matter how many goods you buy or sell in Astapor, they are all tax-free." Donder explained.
"If, if I bring a caravan next time …" Neville said with a shiver.
Donder waved his hand and said proudly, "No more than 100 ships, tax-free!"
Neville was so excited that he almost fainted. He turned around and looked at the group of strange technicians again. He seemed to see three feet of golden light on their strange heads.
So, according to the Dragon Queen's taste, this is a talent.
Next time, no matter what, I have to go to the pier to plunder another batch.
"Sir Inspector, please wait." Clinton struggled to pass a group of fire mages who were excitedly talking about the "one million gold coin project" and came to the side of the customs inspector in the green dragon T-shirt. He whispered, "I am an old friend of Sir Barristan Selmy. I wonder if you can pass on a message for me?"
Donder was shocked and solemnly reminded, "Sir Barristan is the captain of Her Majesty's Kingsguard. Don't try to establish a relationship with him."
Clinton said with certainty, "If you tell him the name 'Jon Clinton', he won't —"
"Ahhhh, Iron Judge, Iron Face Cleon!"
Suddenly, loud cheers came from Pier S-12 next door.
"What's going on?"
Clinton turned his head and saw a man who looked like a butcher walking down the gangplank with a determined and resolute expression under the cheers of thousands of people.
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