Chapter 90: The Crown

The curtains kept out the dust and heat of the streets, but they couldn't stop the disappointment. Dani tiredly climbed into the car, thankfully avoiding the sea of Quells' eyes. "Get out of the way!" On horseback, Jogo yelled at the crowd and whipped his whip, "Get out of the way!" Make way for the Mother of Dragons!"

Reclining on a cool satin cushion, Zaro Zanwang Dassos poured ruby-like wine into a pair of matching emerald gold goblets, his hands steady despite the rickety chariot. "O ray of love, see deep sorrow written on your face," he handed her a cup, "are you grieving your lost dreams?"

"Delayed dreams, that's all." The silver collar that clasped tightly around her neck grinded against her, and she untied it and set it aside. A magical amethyst was embedded in her collar, and Zaro promised it would protect her from poison. The "royal family" had a bad reputation and often gave poisoned wine to those they considered dangerous, but they did not even give Dani a glass of water. They didn't look at me as the queen of the city, she thought bitterly that I was just an afternoon show, a horse girl with a weird pet.

As Dany reached for the wine, Regor hissed, sharp black paws embedded in her bare shoulders. She withdrew her hand and moved it to the other shoulder so that it could only pick at her clothes instead of her skin. Zaro had warned her that the elegant royal family would never listen to the Dothraki, so she wore it in the style of Quels: a fluttering green satin, revealing half of her breasts, silver sandals on her feet, and a belt of black and white pearls around her waist. I knew it wouldn't work, I might as well go naked. Maybe that's what I should. She took a long sip of wine.

The royal family is descended from the kings and queens of Guquels, who command the Civic Guard and a luxurious fleet and control the straits that connect the different seas. Daenerys Targaryen wants that fleet, even if only a part, and some soldiers. She offered traditional sacrifices to the "Temple of Memory", traditional tributes to the "Keeper of the Register", traditional persimmons to the "Door Opener", and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers and summoned her to the "Temple of a Thousand Seats".

The royal family sat high on the ancestor's huge wooden chair and listened to her petition. The wooden chairs are arranged in an arc, from the marble floor in a stepped pattern to the high, circular ceiling, which depicts the glorious vision of the setting over Quells. The chairs were not only huge, but also strangely carved, with a bright and brilliant gilded surface inlaid with amber, agate, jade and jade, and each chair was different from the other.

It's just that the people sitting on it all look listless and lethargic. They were listening, but they didn't listen, they didn't care what they heard, she thought, they were the real "milkmen", and they didn't want to help me at all. They came out of sheer curiosity and boredom, more interested in the dragon on my shoulder than in me.

"Tell me, what the royal family has said," asked Zaro Zanwang Dasso. "Tell me what they said that made the queen in my heart so sad."

"They say 'no.'" This wine has a pomegranate and summer flavor. "Of course, it's humble and tactful, but under those beautiful words, it's still no."

"Have you complimented them?"

"I cheekily compliment."

"Are you crying?"

"True dragons don't cry," she said irritably.

Zaro sighed. "You should be crying." Quells shed tears at every turn, and weeping was seen as a sign of civility. "What do the people we bought say?"

Masos didn't say anything. Wendello complimented me on the way I spoke. 'Graceful Aegon' joined the others in rejecting me, but he cried afterwards. ”

"Alas, these Quells are really not trustworthy." Zaro himself was not a royal family, but he told her who to bribe and how much to give. "Weep, weep, weep for the perfidy of mankind."

Dani would rather cry over her gold. The money she used to pay bribes to Massos Malaworvan, Wendero Karl Diss and "elegant" Aegon Amorro was enough to buy a ship, or hire twenty or so mercenaries. "May I send Sir Jorah to get the present back?" She asked.

"In that case, I'm afraid that one night the 'Sorry Guest' will sneak into my palace and murder you while you are asleep," said Zaro. The "Regrets" are an ancient guild of killers of the Order, who always whisper, "I'm sorry," before killing their victims, hence the name. The greatest characteristic of the Quells people is that they are polite. "As the saying goes, it is harder to ask for money from the royal family than to milk the stone cows of Pharos."

Dany doesn't know where Pharos is, but to her, Quells is full of stone oxen. The great merchants who made their fortune from overseas trade were divided into three factions that were suspicious of each other: the Ancient Guild of Spices, the Tourmaline Brotherhood, and the Thirteen Giants, with Zaro being the last one. The three groups competed with each other for dominance of trade, while at the same time fighting with the royal family. Wizards are on the sidelines, with their blue lips and terrifying powers, rarely visible but awe-inspiring.

Without Zaro, Dany would have been at a loss. Most of the money she wasted on opening the doors of the "Palace of a Thousand Seats" came from the generosity and resourcefulness of the merchants. The news of the existence of a true dragon spread throughout the East, and more and more dragon seekers came to visit him—and Zara Zanwang Dassus decreed that everyone should pay tribute to the Mother of Dragons, regardless of whether they were honorable or humble.

The trickle started by him soon merged into a raging tide. The captains of the merchant ships brought Mill's lace, crates of saffron from Yidi, amber and dragon crystal from Asha; Travellers offer sacks of coins; The silversmith sent rings and necklaces; The flute player plays the flute for her; actors perform acrobatics; Entertainers play tricks; The dyeing and weaving industry gave her colored cloth, and the rich colors were unprecedented for her. The two Gugsnæ men gave her a zebra, black and white, with a fierce temperament.

There was even a widow who offered her husband's dried corpse, covered with a layer of silver leaf, which was said to be extremely powerful, especially since the deceased was a witch. The Tourmaline Brotherhood insisted on giving her a crown in the shape of a three-headed dragon: the dragon's curled body was gold, its wings were silver, and its three heads were carved from emerald, ivory, and agate.

The crown was the only gift she had left, and the rest was sold to raise the money that had been wasted on the royal family. Zaro demanded that she sell the crown as well—the Thirteen promised her a better crown, and he swore by God—but Dani refused. "Viserys sold my mother's crown, so the people called him the King of Beggars. I'm going to keep the crown so people can make me a queen. She left it, even though its weight made her neck ache.

【Prison Gate Fort】

The massacre at the source of the Iwo River is unknown for the time being, except for the deserters who picked up their lives from the battlefield. The soldiers and nobles who had fled from the edge of the lake to Fort Prison were frightened, all of them lost their souls, and some were still babbling nonsense. Ulrik Uller ordered them to be whipped so hard that they came to their senses from their panic.

"Did you see a ghost? Can this still be considered a warrior of Dorne? "Ulric was a very stern man, and his ferocity did not subside with time, and at this time Sir's eyes were red, and he glared viciously at those who had fled, as if he were ready to draw a knife and hack them to death.

No, maybe worse. Legend has it that the people of the Uller family liked to lock people in gloomy dungeons and roast those prisoners with flames.

"What about the others? Why are you the only ones coming back? ”

"Dead, everyone else is dead! Killed by that devil! ”

Seven or eight soldiers knelt on the ground, their bare backs covered with the marks of whipping. The noble officer kneeling at the front raised his head and said with a pale face: "That stranger is a wizard, a dragon in human skin, he said he wanted to tell us a joke, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, more than a dozen of the best warriors turned into meat sauce!" ”

Ulrik turned his head to look at Somelia and Earl Haman on the side, his face becoming more and more gloomy, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Dragons are long gone! Wizards are just deceptions! ”

He drew his long sword and sneered, "Since you refuse to tell the truth, then send you to see ........."

Earl Haman shouted, "Stop! ”

At Fort Hellgate, Count Haman's words were the supreme law, and as soon as he spoke, Ulrique could only put away his sword and step aside. Haman* shook his head and said to his brother, "The dragons once disappeared from this world, but now they are back. As for the wizards, even those evil wizards in the legends could not easily defeat a hundred cavalry. ”

He turned his head and said to the few people kneeling on the ground: "Get up and take us to the place where the incident happened!" The Count was thinking in his mind who he would throw to the dungeon floor when the matter was over. The wails and the smell of barbecue had always been nostalgic for him.

A hundred soldiers is not too much, and Dorne is almost a soldier, and adult men can be considered soldiers. Moreover, most of them are still the private soldiers of the nobles at all levels below, and the death of some is even a good thing for the Urle family. But since the person is dead, he has to give an explanation, and he needs to give an explanation to Yang Halberd City, and he also needs to give an explanation to the nobles below.

Thousands of cavalrymen, led by Earl Hammam, rushed out of Fort Prison and headed north along the Iwo River. This is already the majority of the military strength of the Ulle family, and there are more than a hundred noble officers alone, and the soldiers are also wearing scale armor. In the desert, such an armed force can only be taken out by the top nobles.

Those viscounts, barons or something, if there can be two or three hundred armored soldiers, it will be up to the sky. Seeing so many elite soldiers in action, everyone in the prison gate fort sensed that something was wrong, and they asked each other what was going on. Soon, the news of the almost total annihilation of the 100 cavalry that had set out in advance came out.

"I said a long time ago that strangers are vile and unreliable!"

"But that stranger looks like us! They all have black hair and the color of their eyes is similar! ”

"Nonsense, how can we Dornes look like that?"

"Yes, that stranger is too tall and too white!"

Near the "Land of the Dragon's Fall", the owner of the fruit stall scooped the sackcloth out of the basin of water, and listened to the comments of the people around him with a blank face, oblivious to the strange stares cast by others.