Game of Thrones: Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

the next day.

Outside the city of Pantos.

Several Orion-like men with bows and arrows on their backs were talking with the guards outside the city gate.

The reason is still the poor governor who died not long ago. Today, Pantos still conducts strict investigations on mercenaries, caravan guards or hunters who enter the city with weapons and armor.

But Veselis, who entered the city yesterday, and his guards did not receive such treatment.

"This lord, we are all hunters in the surrounding villages."

One of them, a thin man with a turban on his head, patted a stag on his horseback, and spoke kindly to the guard.

The deer seemed to have been dead for a long time, and the blood on its body was drained. The hunters wanted to sell the deer in the Pantos market in exchange for some food to go home.

Pantos's guards waved their hands impatiently.

"roll roll roll!"

"I told you several times, people can go in and throw out all their weapons."

However, the Orion still haunts the weapons that the guards are unwilling to hand over.

After all, this is the guy they eat, and Pantos's surroundings are not peaceful.

After all, Pantos was also unable to go out to eliminate robbers and bandits. Soldiers were sparsely trained and could only be entrusted to mercenaries or large caravans to handle them on their own. Small caravans and ordinary peasant hunters had to ask for their own blessings.

In such a chaotic world, the peasants and hunters have to carry a dagger or a short sword when they travel far away, and if they encounter a robber, Lai can resist one or two.

At least it can be very brave to die.

Therefore, the hunters were unwilling to hand over their weapons, and they were obsessed with the guards unwilling to leave.

And at this moment.

Gurulu—

In the distance, a long convoy drove towards the gate of Pantos, and the wheels made a sound as they pressed through the small amount of snow left on the ground.

It seems that a large-scale caravan has arrived.

Seeing the arrival of the caravan, the guards of Pantos Gate all lit up, and they knew that this was another opportunity to make a fortune.

"Hurry up!"

"All come to gather, and I will check it out for Lao Tzu."

Yesterday, he received Viselis, the big belly guard of the city gate helped hold the crooked helmet on his head, and then greeted the brothers under his hand to come and catch the fish.

On weekdays, the caravans used the road close to the port and rarely came in from the direction of the North City Gate.

And without the caravan coming from the direction of the North City Gate, the ‘toll toll’ would naturally be much less.

The family spent so much bribes to get them to work in the garrison, naturally to make a fortune. Ordinary people may not necessarily have so much savings for several years or even decades.

However, after coming to the defensive team, I followed my leader, eating, drinking, gambling, gambling, and having a happy life. The tolls required for a year are paid to the commander-in-chief. The following brothers share a point...

Up to two years ago, all the money spent on bribery in the family was paid back, and the rest was a net profit.

Some small caravans or middle-class families in Pantos are all lined up with a lot of gold coins, squeezing their heads and wanting to send their unsatisfied children to work in the garrison.

Safe and rich, who doesn’t want to come?

After hearing the conversation between these city gate guards, the Orion who had just pestered them looked at each other, and they all saw the tension in each other's eyes.

Then the tall and thin Orion with a horseback supporting the deer glanced at the mercenary who was also blocked outside the city gate not far away.

There was a tacit feeling in the eyes of the two groups, and they nodded to each other.

...

Gurulu—

The wheels of the wagon kept making noises, and the long convoy finally came to the gate of Pantos.

"stop!"

"Where are you caravan from?"

The guard at the city gate helped his helmet, almost unable to wear the armor on his body, and walked over with his chubby belly.

A hundred defenders by the city gate were also attracted a lot.

The leader of the caravan was a gray-haired old man, who seemed to have been in his 50s or 60s and dressed mediocrely.

Riding a tall gray war horse, the war horse's hair has some felting, it seems that it hasn't been bathed for a long time.

"This is my hometown, this lord..."

The old man's voice was a little low while sitting on the dirty horseback, and he spoke in extremely standard Valyrian.

He looked at the prosperous and prosperous city-state behind the city gate, and his eyes showed deep nostalgia.

He ran away from here for half his life, and didn't dare to return after changing his face until today.

"Don't talk nonsense to me, I ask where do you come from, which caravan?"

The obese city gate guard can naturally understand Valyrian, but his current attitude is not as trembling as he faced Viselis yesterday, and he has become extremely impatient.

"I'm from Tylosi, my lord."

The old man riding on the gray war horse was also not angry, but took a deep look at the city gate guard.

Then he turned over and dismounted and said.

"I rented a merchant ship from Tylosi to sell the goods to Braavos, and then I bought some goods from Braavos to Pantos."

"Pantos is fine, I am not going to leave this time."

The old man's voice was full of anger. It seemed that although he was getting older, he still maintained a very vigorous spirit, and his eyes were extremely sharp.

The leader of the Pantos city gate defender couldn't help but shrink his neck, and his attitude had just curbed a little impatiently.

"Bravos."

The Pantos still had a deep hostility towards Braavos, and the guard snorted and deliberately lengthened the tone.

"What kind of goods are you selling? Are there any prohibited items?"

"If you have one, take it out in advance. If you let me find it out...huh..."

The obese police officer deliberately stretched his tone and spoke, as if a pig hummed.

The tone was threatening and hinted at the same time.

At the same time, he raised his hand and opened the carriage covered with broken cloth strips, which contained some spices and even several large boxes.

"Huh? What is this?"

Immediately, the fat officer's gaze noticed the neatly large boxes.

According to his many years of experience, this kind of black box under the bottom usually contains contraband. UU Reading www.uukａnshu. com

"We mainly sell spices, my lord."

"And in those black boxes are Rollas' walrus tusks, we also bought some."

The gray-haired old man looked very calm, and said calmly.

Braavos gathers goods from all over the world. The price of spices is a bit lower than that of Pantos. Therefore, it is a regular business route to transport spices from Braavos to Pantos. You can also sell them when passing by Andalus. Drop some.

Then the old man opened a black box, revealing the walrus tusks, a specialty product from Rolls.

Perhaps some wealthy merchants or aristocrats like to collect this expensive commodity.

And at this moment.

"My lord, what is this?"

A Pantos guard seemed to detect something strange and shouted loudly.