Tide Head Island, Spice Town.
The sky was dark, and the air was cold and damp. The northern wind seemed to be howling beside one's ears.
However, the town was unexpectedly lively.
Rows upon rows of shops were open, and they were filled with goods from all over the world. Some of the shop assistants were yelling loudly to attract customers, while others were discussing the quality, origin, and price of the goods with customers beside the shelves.
On the muddy streets, the crowd jostled one another. There were nobles in luxurious fur coats riding on horses, knights with swords hanging from their waists, merchants calling out to their friends, laborers pushing carts and carrying boxes, and ordinary citizens with their hands tucked in their sleeves …
Strong alcohol, roasted meat, toasted bread, feces, urine, and other smells mixed together. Even though it was unpleasant, the streets were filled with the scent of life.
At the south end of the main street, there was a four-story stone building called 'Spice Hotel'.
At this moment, eight knights with the insignia of a silver seahorse on their chests were guarding the entrance of the hotel.
Every customer that tried to enter the hotel had to be checked by them.
"Ten days ago, when I took the fast boat from Tide Head Island to Myr, I heard that they were negotiating.
It has been almost half a month, and they still haven't come to an agreement. What a waste of time.
Also, they didn't choose to negotiate in High Tide Head Castle, but in the hotel.
Every time we enter the hotel, we have to check our identities and weapons. Isn't this torture? "In the northwest corner of the hall, a knight with slanted eyebrows complained. He was drinking.
Looking at the insignia on his leather armor, he should be from the Hogg Family.
Sitting at the same table was Sir Haver, who wore a green ripple cape with gold background, and an olive-skinned Myr merchant.
"There's no other way. This involves a hundred thousand tons of food and the ownership of a duchy. Of course, we have to negotiate slowly," Sir Haver, who had a boil on his left forehead, said.
"A hundred thousand tons of food in exchange for a duchy. That's too profitable." Sir Hogg raised his eyebrows, envious.
Sir Haver nodded in agreement. "It's just a hundred thousand tons of food. If it were ten years ago, even Haver City would have been able to provide that amount after a decade or two of hard work, let alone a duchy."
Sir Hogg narrowed his eyes and chuckled. "Now, it seems like the fake Crown Prince Aegon is such a pity!
If he had returned to the Westeros a few years later, he would have been able to become a duke at the very least, if not the Iron Throne, with just a few hundred thousand tons of grain.
Now, Sansa Stark had taken advantage of him. Although she was his wife, if the Pretty Widow really became a Duchess and she really wanted to marry someone, who could stop her?
Even the Seven Gods can't stop a widow from marrying. I wonder if the little devil has worked so hard. But now that she's pregnant, I'm afraid she'll have to use other methods … hehehe! "
"Heh heh heh!" The expressions on the faces of the two men at the same table became lewd, and they laughed at the same time.
"I can't call him 'little devil' anymore!" Sir Harvey laughed so hard that the boils on his forehead hurt. He grimaced and said, "That guy has changed so much. Even a man like me can't help but be tempted by him. Those women … Sigh, now they all call him 'Little Angel'!"
"Serves you right, little angel." Sir Hogg spat in disdain. "Didn't you hear how he broke the curse? After being kissed by a prostitute ten thousand times, how rotten must he be? In my opinion, he should be called 'Little Lecherous Dragon'. "
"Shh, lower your voice." The Myer merchant looked nervously at the stairs and the main door before he said unhappily, "What is this place? Now, Little Lecherous Dragon … Oh, who is this little devil? What if someone hears you insulting him and spreads the news? You're not afraid, but I'm planning to do business with him! "
"How is that insulting? I'm not wrong. The news of him breaking the curse came from Dragonstone Island. "Hogg glared.
The Myer merchant Buffett sighed helplessly and said, "Now, he's the elder brother of the Dragon Queen. The Queen even conferred him the title of Prince Zeon.
But you're nobles of the royal domain, old officials of the Targaryen family. Now, you're planning to join Dragonstone Island and spend the Long Night there. What good will it do you to offend Tyrion? "
Sir Hogg and Sir Haver stopped talking and drank their wine gloomily.
Seeing the tense atmosphere, the Myer merchant changed the topic and said, "On the surface, this negotiation is about Lady Sansa using a hundred thousand tons of food in exchange for a duchy from Stannis. But the real reason is still the ownership of the Iron Throne."
"Don't forget about the Dragon Queen's' Longnight Heroes Ranking '!" he reminded in a low voice.
"Longnight Heroes Ranking? What ranking is that?" Sir Hogg was puzzled.
Sir Haver was also puzzled.
"You don't know?" The Myer merchant turned to Sir Haver in surprise. "A week ago, Dragonstone Island sent a message in the name of the Dragon Queen to the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms that the King of the Long Night was not killed in one go. The rule of ending the King of the Long Night was changed to a point system."
"Sir Haver's family is an earl, right? You should have received the messenger crow from Dragonstone Island."
Sir Haver smiled bitterly and said, "You know, Sir Hogg and I were busy buying food. We just came back from the other side of the narrow sea and found you …"
"Tell us, what's the Heroes Ranking?" Sir Hogg asked anxiously.
The Myer merchant poured himself a cup of Summer Red and took a sip before saying slowly, "As the name suggests, the Heroes Ranking is the ranking of the heroes who ended the Long Night.
Any noble or commoner of the Seven Kingdoms can participate in this competition to save the Humans from the Long Night. According to the contribution of each battle against the Other Ghosts, they can obtain a certain amount of points.
For example, in the Battle of Winterfell, Lady Arya killed the King of the Strange Ghosts once and Lady Sansa obtained 50,000 points. Stannis fought the King of the Strange Ghosts to the death and was honorably defeated but obtained 30,000 points.
By right, the Dragon Queen broke the Frost God's Forbidden Spell and contributed more, but she took it as her responsibility to defeat the Frost God.
Defeating the Frost God was not counted in the oath of ending the Long Night as King, so she only obtained 20,000 points.
Currently, the top three on the Heroes Ranking were Lady Sansa, Stannis, and the Dragon Queen.
Behind them were Princess Araine of Dornya, Sir Jaime Lannister of the Western Territory, and even Count Tully. His eldest son died in Winterfell. Sigh, it was tragic!
However, their points were lower, ranging from a few hundred to a thousand points. "
"Why is Sansa Stark ranked first on the Heroes Ranking? Wasn't her sister Arya the one who killed the Other Ghosts? "Sir Hogg asked in confusion.
"Because Arya swore loyalty to her sister. It's just like when a soldier killed the King of the Strange Ghosts, the one sitting on the Iron Throne is his lord. Isn't that logical? "The Myer merchant smiled meaningfully.
The two knights were enlightened. They also understood the reason why Davos and Tyrion had been arguing for so long.
It was for the Iron Throne.
"I thought that the price of a dukedom was 100,000 tons of rations. Now, I realize that Stannis used other people's possessions to exchange for his Iron Throne.
River Bend and Valley weren't his fief! "Sir Hogg lamented.
The Myer merchant sighed and said, "In recent years, you Westeros have been too chaotic. The Kings have been fighting non-stop, and the Dukes have been exterminated one after another. I didn't know, but I was shocked. Hejian Tully and River Bend Highcourt have been exterminated. Jon Ayrin's son won't live for long. Even Theon Bella …"
At the mention of Theon Bella, the merchant suddenly stopped talking. He looked around cautiously and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was paying attention. He smiled awkwardly at the two knights. "That is a ruthless person more terrifying than a little devil."
The two knights nodded in agreement. Then, they stopped talking about national affairs and started talking about their recent business.
"Besides man-made disasters, there are also natural disasters. Westeros have the Long Night and millions of Other Ghosts that are even more terrifying than war. I don't even dare to enter the inland now, afraid that I'll encounter the living dead and can't return. Naturally, I can't do business anymore. Now, I've started to become a loan merchant. "
Although Myer Buffett sighed, he had a look of obvious superiority on his face.
It was as if the Chinese netizens had seen the terrifying data of a certain virus patient across the Pacific Ocean on TikTok, or the beautiful scenery, or the monologue of a certain King of Crosstalk, or the news that the King of Crosstalk had finally fallen victim to a trap …
Although the netizens sympathized with the people across the sea, they couldn't help but feel joy in the pain of others.
"Business is difficult not only because Westeros are chaotic, but Ursos isn't peaceful either, right? I wonder how many of the hundreds of ships you sent out to Slaver's Bay have returned. "
At this moment, a few young women dressed as warriors sat down at a table. The petite and voluptuous woman in the lead interjected.
"You are …" The Myer merchant looked at the voluptuous woman with olive-colored skin, black hair, and black eyes. He was very friendly.
"Ah, Princess Ariane!" The bald Sir Harvard didn't recognize them at first, but when he saw the distinctive style of the Vipers and the emblem on their clothes, he immediately exclaimed.
Sir Hogg bowed in a gentlemanly manner before sitting down again. He asked curiously, "I heard that Dorne is setting up the third line of defense at the King's Pass. You're the commander. Why are you here at Tide Head Island?"
Ariane shrugged and said, "I'm just here in name. The real person in charge of Nightsong City is Sir Jon Clinton."
"If you ask me, instead of spending so much effort setting up a line of defense, it's better to build a ship to cross the sea and take refuge in Ursos. No matter how strong the Other Ghosts are, can they cross the sea? "The Myer merchant laughed.
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