(The first day of the specification update: National Day arrears + today's guarantee.) First come one more 8,000 words, and then one more 4,000 words. ）

The carriages were clattering, and the hooves of the cavalry were heard.

A group of cavalry escorted a wide wagon out of the city towards the village of Krygon.

Baron Mehanfrey sat on his horse and talked to the Fellow Bancroft who hung the curtain.

"Lord Bachelor, the coin-making power of the Seven Kingdoms belongs to the royal family, and the Magic Mountain Bank has privately launched paper money, isn't this an offense to the royal power?"

"The bank has the approval of the royal family. The Magic Mountain teamed up with the Archbishop of the Grand Church of Baylor in King's Landing to set up a bank in King's Landing: Baylor Bank. ”

"Did the banks get the power of the royal mint?"

“...... About this...... I don't know......" Bancrov said bluntly.

Baron Mehanfrye lowered his voice: "My lord, if the paper money production of the Magic Mountain does not have the consent of the royal power......

Bancrof's heart moved, and his expression was immediately vigilant and stern: "My lord...... You can't talk nonsense about things that have not been confirmed, and it's just a rumor when you say it......"

"Can you send a raven to King's Landing?" suggested Mehanfrye cautiously.

It's easy to send ravens, but to whom?

Kaivon is dead, King Tomman is still young, and the Minister of Intelligence, Bernick Rigane, is a man of the Magic Mountain. University scholar Coben is managing the royal raven, will Cobain leak the news to the Magic Mountain?

If the news of the raven is known to the Magic Mountain, the Magic Mountain will punch Bancrot to death when it returns to the West, who will avenge Bancrof?!Who will assist Miss Rosa Mon Lannister, who is only ten years old?

"Master Mehanfrye, don't talk about this anymore. Bancrof's stern eyes, "Be careful to be listened to by others, to be known to Lady Jenny, in case of death." ”

"Yes, sir. Mehanfrye hurriedly bowed his head and folded his palms close to his left chest to apologize to Bancrof.

Two hours later, Mehanfrye saw the outline of a huge village in the distance ahead.

Klegon Village!

Gotta got, gotta got, suddenly there was a dense sound of horses' hooves ahead. Soon, the sound of hooves thundered.

I saw a black line coming from a distance, quickly crossing the grass in front of me, and in a blink of an eye came to the front, it was a group of 'young horses' with smooth fur, simple color and tall body being trained by the grooms, dozens of grooms were driving the horses behind, and the military whistle was sharp and loud.

The 'training horses' had empty saddles on their backs, carrying loads, and there were no people, and on one side of the procession of horses were several tall and fierce hounds barely keeping up, and the deserted training horses were driven back to the group by the hounds.

Smack!

Long whips fluttered like lightning in the air and exploded in the air, directing hundreds of young horses to turn, turn, and gallop together. Boom away.

Training a war horse requires a very professional groom and absolutely professional training skills, which is an out-and-out science.

War horses: not afraid of swords, fighting, blood, mountaineering and wading on the ground, to military orders, military sentry, herald officers' roars, etc. must be adapted, accepted, understood and accustomed to, and develop conditioned reflexes. The training of each war horse has poured out the efforts of the grooms. It is more difficult to train a war horse than to train a soldier. Soldiers can communicate through language, but the Equirs cannot understand the language of the Terrans, and the Centaurs cannot express their feelings in the Terran language.

Mehanfrye was amazed at the first time he saw the grooms of the village of Kregon training their horses, for it was the first time he had seen such a cavalry-like 'training horse phalanx'.

Scholar Bancrove and his entourage were all in awe, and the fighting power of the army and the legionnaires of the Magic Mountain could be seen from the neat appearance of these Humvees and the 'training horse phalanx', which could be said to be truly remarkable.

The military might embodied in such training is far inferior to that of Duke Tywin in the West, even when Duke Tywin was alive. After the death of Duke Tywin, the Lannisters no longer had anyone of comparable skill to Duke Tywin. Kaivon is dead, Jaime has no intention of being the Lord of Kaiyan City, the little devil is also dead, Cersei is the queen mother in King's Landing Red Keep, and the top talents of the major nobles in the West have also died nine out of ten in the three years of war, who can still contain the Magic Mountain in the West?

Bancrof sighed in his heart!

His little master, Rosa Mon Laniste, returned safely from Dorne, which was already a great blessing in disguise. The little girl returns to the Westside to take charge of Lannishavn, and whoever assists her is weak. Lannister's Lannisters in Lannisport and Lannisters in Castle Rock City, the two sides together can't compete with the Magic Mountain at all.

Soon the sound of hooves exploded in the other direction, and a second group of about two hundred training horses rushed from the other side of the plain, and in the sound of the horsemen's training, a gust of wind swept over the ranks of the Bancrof scholars, and roared away, and the two hundred young horses galloped vigorously, carrying empty saddles in a cavalry-like neat formation, so that Baron Mehanfrey could not close his mouth wide.

He could see that some of the grooms were rough and hideous in appearance, very different from the people of the West, and presumably those grooms must have come from the barbarian tribe of the Crab Claw Peninsula.

When did the village of Klegan have so many young horses?

The magic mountain governs the army, and it is really a link. Cavalry, because of its speed and incomparable impact power, and its condescending slashing advantage, is a powerful military force that the major families in the Seven Kingdoms dream of.

As the team entered the village of Klegane, a group of scouts came on horseback, and Mehanfrye saw that the general was a big man, with a double chin, a well-shaved scalp, and an Arac scimitar at his waist, and twelve horsemen behind him, all of whom were fierce, and the general and soldiers wore steel armor only on key and vital parts of their bodies, and the rest of the place was naked, revealing brass muscles. In addition to the scimitar at his waist, everyone carried a large bow and arrow on their backs and quivers full of long arrows, and their eyes were fierce.

Arrak cutlass and longbow arrows!

The Mehanfrye family was engaged in the merchant ship business, and they were well-informed, and they saw that the bald fat man was a Dothraki, and the cavalry behind him were all Dothrakis. The Dothraki came from the other side of the Narrow Sea, these people played on horseback when they were children, and even the women of their people were skilled in riding, good at shooting arrows on the back of galloping horses, and the warriors were almost all sharpshooters, and when they charged and fought, their scimitars were erected, and they were invincible.

The main force of the Magic Mountain is 20,000, 10,000 are mainly infantry legions from the Bright Moon Mountains, and they have not returned after following the Magic Mountain to attack King's Landing, and 10,000 have followed Count Gubler to attack the Iron Islands and have completed the conquest and have not returned, and those who stayed in Klegon Village to protect Lady Jane did not expect that there was a group of Dothraki cavalry.

The Dothraki, a people who live on horseback!

The big fat man with a double chin and twelve horsemen blocked the way of Bancrov and his party.

Bancrof's captain Balorani hurriedly greeted him: "General Zorro!"

Fat Zorro, the leader of the Warriors of the Magic Mountain, a native of Dothraki, this time it is his turn to stay behind and garrison the village of Klegon to protect Lady Jane's safety.

Every time there was a big battle outside, the generals under the Magic Mountain were not willing to stay, so they rotated in order. This time the rotation was for the Warriors to garrison Klegane Village. The warrior group has been following the Magic Mountain for three years, growing from a mercenary team of 300 people to a professional army of 1,000 people, and Fat Zorro has also grown into a powerful subordinate general of the Magic Mountain.

"Captain Barlow!" said Fat Zorro with a grin. He speaks the lingua franca of Westeros, but with a strong foreign accent, you know it's not Westeros when you hear it.

"Lord Bancrov has asked to see Lady Jane for an important matter. ”

Fat Zorro nodded, the horse's head swinged, and the twelve horsemen behind him parted, revealing the middle road.

Mehanfrye felt Fat Zorro's gaze on his face like an awl!

Fat Zorro snorted, he saw that the other party's temperament was different from that of other guards, but he couldn't say anything, and then followed Bancrof's carriage and said to a brother: "Gibbon, quickly report to Mrs. Jenny, Fellow Bancrove University is visiting." “

Fat Zorro spoke Dothraki steppe language, with peculiar pronunciation and syllables, and I don't know if Bancrov and the others could understand it.

"Yes, General!" said a melodious whistle from one of the brothers, dismounted as if he understood his master's meaning, turned around, and flew into the village of Klegane.

When Mehanfrey first came to the village of Klegane, the road was wide, horizontal and vertical, and on both sides of the avenue were neatly arranged like soldiers, each of which was of the same appearance, pattern, and size, as if they were all tall, short, fat and thin soldiers. The houses on both sides and the road between them were as neat as knives and axes, and even the edges and corners of the fence in the courtyard were identical.

Mehanfrye couldn't believe his eyes.

He has always been afraid of the notoriety of the Magic Mountain, but he has a deep contempt for the Magic Mountain. Many nobles have this kind of condescending contempt for the Magic Mountain, no matter how famous the Magic Mountain is, how powerful the legions are, their sense of superiority engraved in their bones as ancient nobles has always been above the Magic Mountain.

The uniformity of the houses in the new village of Cregaon gives Mehanfrye a striking aesthetic. It was the first time he had seen such a neat village and a completely uniform horizontal and vertical plan, which, by all means, resembled a huge phalanx of soldiers made up of houses.

Mehanfrye's confidence that he had come here to 'convince Lady Jeanne to change her paper money plan' quickly faded. Magic Mountain can plan such a neat cottage, every road is clean and tidy, like a human face, this is by no means a person without noble civilization can do.

The rich and noble of Lannisport have always had the delusion that the Magic Mountain is a barbarian, and that his might and notoriety are also derived from barbarism and have nothing to do with civilization.

Even if the Magic Mountain repelled the Iron Seed and conquered the Iron Islands, these nobles and wealthy merchants thought that the Magic Mountain was just a murderous warrior, not a real civilized nobleman. Mehanfrye arrived in the village of New Krega, and his eyes saw the marks of 'civilization' that he had never seen and only heard of: the ditch in front of the rooms, the well in the courtyard, a mill at a distance, a closed latrine, and a complete sewage system that walked completely underground, unique to the village of Klegon in the Magic Mountain.

In this world civilization, it is the norm for villages to have no toilets, it is the norm for sewage to go to the ground, and it is the norm for toilets in cities to be 'open-top'.

However, New Klegon Village is different! There is not the slightest stench in the whole village.

Jingle Bell!

There was the sound of a dense blacksmith striking iron in front of him, it was the weapon master Sir Tobmot and the Knight Gendry Cregan leading dozens of weapon masters to smelt weapons and forge iron embryos!

The swords, armor, helmets, arrows, spears, and hammers of the soldiers of the Cregan Legion were essentially made by dozens of blacksmiths in the village of Klegane. The weapons created in New Klegon are very popular with the soldiers, and many soldiers in the West want to buy the weapons in Kregan. Mehanfrye is still very clear about this, the weapon master Tobmot is here, who doesn't want to have a weapon created under his guidance?

When Master Tobmot was a weapon master in King's Landing, the nobles cast swords, and they all had to make an appointment in advance!

The fact that the Magic Mountain was able to win the allegiance of Master Tobmot and move his family to Klegon Village was the envy of all the great nobles and dukes!

"Lord Bancrof, perhaps, the benefits of Lady Jane's introduction of paper money, we should learn more about her here. Mehenfrye heard himself say to Bancrof in the carriage. He's quietly changing his mind. It's like two armies at war, and before the war starts, one side has lost morale.

Scholars are also looking at the neatly arranged houses on both sides of the road, the horizontal and vertical roads, and the identical round wells in the courtyards of every house.

Entering the village of Klegon is unlike any other, it is clean and tidy, and the air is free of the stench and commotion that you have become accustomed to. Bancrov knows this is thanks to the well-planned public toilets and underground sewer pipes in the village of Kregan.

In particular, there are communal toilets with roofs built like houses, which are not found in any other village, and are not found in most large cities. In King's Landing, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, most of the public toilets are roofless!

Every time he came to Cregan Village, Bancrov had to praise Lady Jenny and the Magic Mountain in his heart. The sewage submersible bend pipe embedded in the household toilet is said to have been invented by Mrs. Jenny, and it was later confirmed by Mrs. Jenny that it was actually the idea of Lord Magic Mountain.

Fellow Bancrove has always considered the invention of the submersible bend in the sewage pipe to be a great miracle!

In front of the gates of Fort Krigane, Lady Jeanne, Sansa, and Lady Dourty stood on the left and right of two tall female generals: Brienne of Tars and Zeligerda, known as the Bull. Behind the two female generals were eight guards, all with long swords hanging from their waists, wearing armor, majestic, but they were not wearing helmets.

The Duchess personally came to greet Bancrov at the gates of the main castle. Bancrov hurriedly dismounted from the carriage, and his entourage and Fat Zorro and his cavalry, who had been with him all the way, dismounted, all with respectful expressions. Mehemphrey noticed that the arrogant General Dothraki had also become humble, and the anger and wildness on his face had magically disappeared completely, replaced by an unedged humility.

"Hello Fellow!" said Lady Jenny, smiling.

Jane Westerling, who is the best in the West, is polite, and looking at her expression, there is no arrogance, let alone murder.

"Hello ma'am!" said Bancroft, who was the acting lord of Lannisport as a subordinate, perhaps inappropriately, but Mehanfrey found that the scholar's demeanor was not at all abrupt in the presence of Lady Jeanne, nor did he give a sense of self-dwarfing humility.

Everything seemed natural, as if Bancrof was a scholar in the service of Lady Jenny. Mrs. Jenny's bearing can manage the army at the top and the people at the bottom.

Mehanfrye followed the Fellow Bancroft, dressed in the outfit of the Fellow Bancroft Fellow, with a little makeup on and a change in the contours of his face.

"Lord Baron Mehanfrye, welcome to the village of Klegane. Lady Jenny smiled.

Mehanfrye and Bachelor Bancrove were suddenly embarrassed!

"Your Excellency, Baron, is coming to my village for the first time. "Lady Jeanne was natural, smiling, noble and elegant.

"Yes, ma'am. Mehanfrye was frightened, and took two steps forward, knelt down on one knee, and placed his right fist on his left chest, and bowed to Lady Jeanne.

The Duchess deserves a one-knee kneeling of the Baron!

"Please, Lord Mehanfrye. However, I regret that Mistress Milnrwin didn't come with me. Lady Jenny said lightly.

"One of the managers of his spice shop dared to call two mercenaries to join him in beating my guards, and dared to put his sword against his chest and back, openly threatening his life. My guard was very restrained, and he fought back in self-defense, first restrained two mercenaries, and then drew his sword and killed one of the spice managers. I thought it was over......" Jenny's gaze swept over Bancrof and Mehanfly, who were sweating all over his palms and looking stiff.

"My lords, after the murder, I heard that Miln Erwin had quickly conspired with several wealthy merchants in the city, and they had come together to falsely accuse the Master of Spice that it was my guards who had murdered him. I'm very angry about this, Scholar Bancrof, you are the acting lord of Lannisport, I will ask you now, can I order my general Zorro to go to Lannisport and invite Lord Miln Erwin to the village of Krygon?!

Bancrov and Mehanfrye were covered in cold sweat and looked at each other!

Lady Jenny is in the village of Creganian, but she knows everything about what is happening in the city of Lannisport!

Miln'erwin hadn't said anything about him and the two mercenaries beating up Lady Jane's guards, and the guy didn't say a word about the manager's murder.

"Madame's warrior who killed Milne's spice manager is Luke?"

"Yes, he is a particularly brave, loyal, and capable centurion whom the big-headed General Chiswick specially recommended to me. Lady Jenny looked at Bancrof.

Bancrov said, "Madame, please allow me to send Captain Barlow to Lannishaven to bring Miln Erwin here. ”

Bring it, not invite it, but it's not to arrest it. The Scholar's words were still cautious, and it was not because of Lady Jane's words that he was fully convinced that the responsibility for the conflict lay with the spice manager.

"Well, Lord Bachelor, you are the Lord of Lannisport, and I respect your opinion. Master Mehanfrye, please come in!" Lady Jenny gracefully stepped aside. Then, her eyes looked at Fat Zorro, and with a look, Fat Zorro immediately understood.

"Ma'am, please!" said Bancroft and Mehanfrye together. In front of the Duchess, they did not dare to walk in front of her.

Jenny feigned politeness before walking with Bancrof and Mehanfrye to Fort Klegane.

Balorani, the captain of the scholar's guard, turned on his horse and galloped away from the village of Krygon. Fat Zorro said, "Madam, I'll send off Captain Barlow." Madame Jeanne shook her hand to show that she understood, and Fat Zorro turned on his horse, got his horse's hoof, and chased after Barorani.

Balorani, who had already run out of the village of Klegane, heard the urgent sound of horses' hooves behind him, and turned around, and Fat Zorro had already arrived: "Captain Barlow, Madame has instructed me to accompany the captain to Lannishaven City. ”

Barolani is also an old man, he will not be easily fooled, and there will definitely be no good thing for Fat Zorro to go: "General Zorro, how dare you bother your old man about running errands, please go back first, I promise to bring Mil Ervin to Klegon Village." ”

"Captain, you don't have to be polite, let's go together. Fat Zorro laughed. In the laughter, Fat Zorro's war horse had already surpassed Barlow, Barlow was busy kicking the spur, and the war horse sped up to catch up. But Fat Zorro's legs clamped slightly, and the war horse suddenly exerted his strength, rushing forward like flying, and instantly threw Barorani away.

Barolani's blood was strong, and with a snap, the horsewhip exploded in the void, and the war horse understood his master's intentions and galloped up.

A good war horse does not need to be whipped, there is no need to urge with spurs, the master signals, and it understands.

Fat Zorro heard the whip of the horse behind him, turned around and laughed: "Captain Balorani, let's compete in riding." Before the words fell, there was a snap, and Fat Zorro's horse whip hit the horse's stock, and the war horse neighed, and pulled out a tail flame of smoke and dust, as fast as a sharp arrow, and ran away.

Seeing that the distance between the two sides was getting farther and farther, Barolani could no longer care about the distressed war horse, and the horsewhip snapped on the horse's stock, and ran like a horse under his crotch. He was fast, but Fat Zorro was faster, no matter how Barlow urged, whipped, and cursed, Fat Zorro ran farther and farther, and finally became a small black dot in front of him, and Barlow and his war horse could only turn into Fat Zorro galloping past the dust tail flames raised together.

Lannisport.

The bustling South Gate Bazaar is full of shops and people, and a considerable number of people on the streets are captains, mercenaries, sailors, wandering swordsmen, singers, and tourists from across the Narrow Sea.

A horse appeared on the street, a huge fat man on a horse, bald head and double chin, with strong muscles exposed except for the vital parts of the body and the joints.

The scimitar longbow makes the big fat man even more eye-catching.

The big fat man drove his horse into the street, and every other distance on the street was a Klegane soldier standing guard.

Ever since the introduction of the Bank Banknote Program, the Clegane Soldiers have been present in all the shops and streets of the city and in the harbor, escorting the trade of round banknotes.

Every time Fat Zorro walked a distance, the soldiers on duty saluted him and honored him with the title of General Zorro. Fat Zorro nodded slightly in response, and the people on the street avoided him. Many people could tell that this fat man who rode into the streets on a war horse came from the exotic lands of the Dothraki steppe.

After asking the two soldiers, Fat Zorro went straight to the door of Mil Erwin's spice shop, and with a slight knock on his horse, the horse walked straight into the spice shop, frightening the noble male and female guests in the shop.

People are leaving the store.

Fat Zorro rode on his horse condescendingly, and his tone was not good: "Who is the manager?"

A trembling voice sounded in the corner of the counter: "My lord, I am the supervisor, and there is no manager in the store for the time being." “

"Go and tell Milenerwin to get out, Lady Jenny wants to see him. ”

A middle-aged man dressed in brocade satin clothes slowly peeked out from behind the counter with a face: "My lord, Lord Miln Erwin is not here. ”

"Go to him immediately. Fat Zorro shouted.

Several of the new workers in the spice shop slipped out the back door when they saw that the situation was not good. Fat Zorro did not stop him, he shouted, "I will give you time, hurry to find your Lord Miln Erwin to come here, and in the hour of an hourglass, Miln will set fire to this spice shop of his." “

Fat Zorro was once an important leader of the notorious Warriors, whose former leader was called the 'Blood Troupe' by the people of King's Landing because of his penchant for breaking people's hands and feet. Fat Zorro, who came out of the notorious Blood Theater troupe, was not a good man, but a criminal wanted by the Kao's on the Dothraki steppe, with a terrifying murderous aura and eyes like nails.

Fat Zorro said that if he wanted to set fire to this shop, he would definitely take action.

The mercenaries in the spice shop chose to leave through the back door, not daring to provoke the big fat general who rode into the shop. This man is too vicious!

Soon, Lord Milnrwin arrived in a hurry.

"My lord, I'm Mil Erwin, please dismount and allow me to ......"

Before he finished speaking, Fat Zorro had already drawn the Arak scimitar at his waist, this favorite scimitar of the Dothraki people, half straight sword and half scimitar, with a peculiar shape, was the most suitable for slashing enemies on high-speed horses. The blade of the scimitar can cut through the enemy's body to the greatest extent, and the speed of the dragging knife will leave a huge wound on the enemy's body, so as to achieve the purpose of bloodletting.

Arrak's scimitar flickered, and Lord Miln Erwin was knocked to the ground. Miln Erwin was accompanied by four mercenary knights, but as soon as the four knights saw Fat Zorro draw his sword and attack Milne, the four simply turned around and left, throwing away the honor of the warrior like waste paper.

Milnrwin was struck in the head with a knife and with a loud bang, he collapsed into the street and fainted.

Fat Zorro jumped off his horse, unreined his horse, and in three or two strokes bound Miln Erwin's hands, and then tied the other end of the reins to the saddle.

On the street, people gathered around the city, as if they had come out of the ground.

Miln Erwen woke up slowly, subconsciously raised his head, and Fat Zorro raised his leg and kicked him, hitting him in the forehead, and with a bang, he was knocked out again.

On this street, Mil Erwen had many shops, almost half of the street was his property, he was doing all kinds of business, and spices were only a point in his vast business territory.

None of Miln Erwin's shop helpers, family guards, or hired mercenary knights dared to step forward to stop them.

Whoever stands in his way will die, there is no doubt about it.

Death is the most persuasive language!

The streets, already under the complete control of the Clegane soldiers, are standing guard at intervals, and these people are all demonstrations of Lady Jane's strength.

General Fat Zorro came under the banner of Lady Jeanne, knocked Milne Erwin down in the street, knocked him unconscious, and tied the reins, and Milne's men dared not speak out.

Fat Zorro turned over and got on his horse, and the war horse slowly moved forward, dragging Miln Erwin's body down the street.

On both sides of the street, shopkeepers and fellow workers are all terrified.

People dodged on the streets, but there were more people following the onlookers.

The super fat man under the Magic Mountain, many people have seen him in the city. Hailing from across the Narrow Sea, he was a mercenary and a criminal, and legend has it that he was wanted by the Kao of the Dothraki steppe, and that he was one of the most vicious generals under the Magic Mountain.

At the bazaar, everyone watched Fat Zorro drag Miln Erwin on horseback, and soon, Fat Zorro pulled Miln out of the market street, and when there were few people, the horse sped up, and ran faster and faster.

Fat Zorro's riding skills were masterful, and he controlled his horse to maintain a moderate speed, and Miln Erwin on the ground was dragged awake, his whole body was hot and painful, and he finally understood what was going on, and began to beg loudly for mercy.

Along the way, people huddled together at the windows of houses on both sides of the street to watch the scene. Fat Zorro rode alone, dragging Miln Erwen on a war horse, neither fast nor slow, letting Mil Ernven beg for mercy all the way, only ignoring him.

Madame Jenny didn't need to give an order explicitly, Fat Zorro and other generals could understand Madame's true intentions, and it was impossible for anyone who made Madame angry to give you a chance to ride to Clegon Village.

Madame Jenny has made a plan for the bank banknotes in the West: enforce it, and all opponents will be crushed!

Miln Erwin is a spice tycoon, so take him under the knife, and the news will spread throughout Lannisport in a short time. As for the wealthy businessmen who want to pack up their wealth and leave, their ideas are naïve and their IQ is limited. Lannisport was already a port controlled by Magic Mountain when it took Lanniport during the War.

Miln Erwin's screams all the way were propaganda for the best banknote deals. Milne hired mercenaries, but when the mercenaries saw Fat Zorro come out to take Milne in person, they all chose to save their lives.

In the face of absolute power, no mercenary would test the sharpness of Arrak's scimitar for the sake of an employer.