Daenerys noticed that most of the audience was not from the city: disembarking sailors, merchants from traveling caravans, dusty people from the Red Heath, wandering soldiers, craftsmen, and slave traders. Jogo slid a hand to her waist and pressed her body closer. "The milkmen are deliberately avoiding him, Carrisy, do you see the girl in the felt hat? Right there, behind the fat priest, she's a .........'"

“.......... Pickpockets," Daenerys said for him. She is not a pampered aristocratic lady who has never seen the world. During her brother's years of exile to escape killers hired by usurpers, she had seen many pickpockets on the streets of the free-trade city-state.

The mage kept gesturing, swinging his arms sharply, urging the flames to rise higher and higher. Spectators craned their necks and raised their heads, while pickpockets squeezed through the crowd, knives hidden in their hands. They steal a lot of money with one hand and point upwards with the other.

When the burning ladder reached a height of forty feet, the magician leaped forward, climbing swiftly along its hands like a monkey, alternating between its hands, and with each step it dissipated behind its feet, leaving only a wisp of silver smoke. When he climbed to the top, the ladder disappeared without a trace.

"Nice trick," Jogo couldn't help but admire.

"Not a trick," one woman said in lingua franca.

Daenerys hadn't noticed Quixi in the crowd before, but there she was, her watery eyes flashing under the unchanging red paint mask. "What do you mean by that, ma'am?"

"Half a year ago, this man couldn't even use dragon crystals to make fires, he only had some gunpowder and wildfire carving skills, at best, he could only attract a few ignorant fools to watch, so that his pickpockets could have a job. He can walk past red-hot coals or let flaming roses bloom in the air, but he would never expect to climb a fire ladder, just as a fisherman would not expect to catch a sea monster in his net. ”

Daenerys looked uneasily at where the ladder had been. Now even the smoke is gone, and the crowd is dispersing, going their own way. Of course, it won't be long before many people find that their wallets are empty. "And now?"

"Now his strength has grown, Kalixi, and it's because of you."

"Me?" She burst out laughing. "How is that possible?"

The woman walked over and placed two fingers on Dani's wrist. "You're the Mother of Dragons, aren't you?"

"Of course she is, and the Children of Shadow are not to touch her." Jogo brushed his fingers away with the handle of the whip.

The woman took a step back. "You must get out of this city quickly, Daenerys Targaryen, or you won't be able to leave."

There was a tingling in the place where the Qui Xi touched his wrist. "Where do you want me going?" She asked.

"To go north, you have to go south. To reach the West, you must go east. To move forward, you have to go backwards. To be light, you have to go through the shadows. ”

Yasha, Daenerys thought to herself, she wants me to go to Yasha. "Will the Ashians give me an army?" She asked. "Can I get money in Asha? Is there a boat there? Is there anything Yasha that I can't find in Quells?"

"The truth." The masked woman replied, and she bowed and disappeared into the crowd.

LaCarlo snorted contemptuously from behind his drooping black beard, "Carrihy, it's better for a person to swallow a scorpion than to believe in a child of the Shadow." They did not dare to show their faces in the daylight. Everybody knows that. ”

"Everybody knows," Argo agreed.

Zaro Zanwang Dassus leaned back on the mat and watched their entire conversation. When Dany climbed back into the cart and sat down beside him, he said, "Your barbarians have wisdom that they don't know about. The 'truth' that the people of Asha can offer will make you laugh and cry. ”

He stuffed her with another glass of wine, and talked about boring topics like love and lust all the way until he got back to his mansion.

【Prince's Pass】

Chen Cheng was still dressed as a Dorn, and he put away the two horses, leaving only a white stallion as a mount. Now he was mixed in with a caravan bound for the High Court, in the form of a mercenary. Because he didn't have any fame in the past, the leader of the caravan was reluctant to give him a lot of commission. After grinding and soaking for a long time, the price he got was one copper plate a day, and he would be given some forage, but other than that, there was nothing.

"Trist" wrenched his fingers with a sad face and calculated for a while, and finally agreed to the price. It's good to have one copper plate a day, but it takes twenty days to get to the High Court, isn't this just earning twenty copper plates?

The caravan left Tianji City to the north, and was about to pass through the Prince's Pass. The chief, a bearded man, shouted loudly for everyone to take care of the cattle and check that the ropes that bind the goods were secure so that they might not go wrong when passing through the pass. Chen Cheng was a hired wandering warrior who had nothing but two swords on his body. So while others were busy checking the wagons and livestock, he could easily sit aside and check the terrain around the Prince's Pass.

Historically known as the Great Pass, the Prince's Pass is located in the Crimson Mountains and is an important gateway from the Bends and Stormlands to Dorne. After Joffrey succeeded to the throne, Tyrion Lannister, also known as the "Little Devil", asked Doran Martell to send his army to guard the Prince's Pass to ensure that the Frontier Lords were held as part of the political marriage between Messira Baratheon and Tristan Martell.

Prince Doran Martell promised that he would have his vassals stationed at the pass as long as Messira arrived safely in the city of Halberd. Thus it was evident from the pass that many soldiers were reinforcing the fortifications, building forts out of wood and stones on the top of the hill, placing crossbows and stones on them, ready to meet the uninvited enemy, if any.

Now there are several self-proclaimed kings on Westeros, Joffrey in King's Landing, Stannis in Dragonstone, Blue Rite in Stormlands, Robb Stark in the North, Mance outside the Wall of Despair, and Baron Greyjoy in the Iron Isles, all of whom claim to be kings, and what they see is another chaos sweeping the world.

Hey, aren't there six kings in this count? But Chen Cheng remembered that the description of this time period was the "Battle of the Five Kings", did he not include the king of savages outside the fortress? Hey, it's also customary to have five of the Four Heavenly Kings.

Prince Dorne hadn't made up his mind on which side to join, but decades of experience had taught him that he had to defend the frontier before he had a chance to do anything else. And truth be told, Dorne has the smallest army among the kingdoms of Westeros.

Chen Cheng looked at those defensive facilities, and subconsciously thought about how to fight if he led his troops to attack, but then he couldn't help but laugh dumbly. He doesn't lead troops anymore, what are he doing with so many things?

"Hey, Trist, come over here and help!"

A few people who were pushing the cart shouted, "The wheels are stuck in the pit!"

Chen Cheng jumped off the horse, walked over, and asked, "Okay, how can there be a pit?" ”

"I don't know, it doesn't seem to be raining either," someone in the cart scolded, "Could it be that some dead eunuch dug the pit?" If you want to dig it, dig it in a place where there is no one, this is the main road, people come and go, how many people are going to be pitted? ”

A companion laughed, "Maybe that guy just wants to trap a few more people?" ”

Chen Cheng put his hand on the carriage and shouted: "Don't worry about the pit people first, let's work together, go you!" ”

The crowd worked together to lift the wheels out of the pit. "Bang!" The car shook and several businessmen shouted in front: "Get it out, you can go!" Trist, what are you still doing there? ”

"Oh, you guys go first, I'll fill in the hole and come!"

"Then hurry up!"

The caravan was moving away, and the sound of several people talking could be heard in the distance. "It's not the hole he dug, why is he going to fill it?"

"Probably, it's because his brain isn't very good."

"Isn't your brain so good? How do you know? ”

"Hehe, if you have a good brain, how can you promise a commission of one copper plate a day?"

"Hahaha, that's what I said, these days, even if you raise a dog, you can't eat more than one copper plate a day."

"People are still different from dogs, dogs will come back when they are hungry, but if people are gone, they will not come back."

"What if you come back?"

"It must be the dog who came back."

The sound of discussion gradually faded away, Chen Cheng turned a deaf ear, he moved some stones into the pit, and then filled in some soil, although it was still a little uneven, but it was good that the wheels would not sink into it again. After filling in the pit, Chen Cheng quickly caught up with the caravan, and the people in the caravan greeted him with whistles and laughter, "Haha, Trist, you came very quickly!" ”

"That's," Chen Cheng puffed out his chest on horseback, "I'm famous for being fast, I used to have a small boat on the side of Yang Halberd City, and I often drove it out to sea to fish. ”

Located at the end of the River of Green Blood, on the edge of the sea, Halberd City is the current capital of the Kingdom of Dorne.

"And then? Why don't you fish? Someone asked, "Why did you switch to becoming a mercenary?" ”

Chen Cheng raised his head and said proudly, "Didn't I say it? I was so fast, the boat sank in no time! ”

There was silence in the caravan, and then laughter erupted, and a man who was pouring water from a water bladder into his mouth suddenly couldn't hold back, and the water in his mouth spurted out of his nose.

"Ahem.... Damn it...... Ahem........ Trist, do you want to laugh at me and inherit my horses and goods? ”

The one who choked on the water and laughed and said, "You better stop being a mercenary, you should be a clown!" ”

Chen Cheng sat on the back of the horse and said with a smile: "It's not impossible to be a clown, as long as the people in King's Landing are willing to give money." Making money, don't you chill, being a clown isn't the same as making money? ”

There was a roar of boos in the caravan, and in general, the Dornites would rather be robbers than jesters. An unambitious guy like "Trist" was immediately despised by everyone.