The three good lords looked at each other.

They can understand iron vaults and banks, but they can't understand what paper money means.

They can read the patterns on the banknotes when they look at the colorful banknotes in their hands, but if they take them to the market to buy something, they will feel that they are neurotics.

"Her Majesty can vouch for my words, and every word I say is true. Magic Mountain said.

"In the name of the Harpy, His Majesty's words are credible. The nine free trade city-states in the western part of the continent of Essos are currently under the takeover of our garrisons and government affairs. It will take time for the news to reach Slave Bay. Daenerys said.

"We're here to ride the dragon, and it's going to take over the nine free trade city-states one by one. Prince Arrene Martell opened his mouth to assist.

The good lord of Cork finally spoke, stammering, with a smile on his face: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, can we?"

"No, but I can give you time to understand the benefits of using banknotes. Magic Mountain said.

Cork looked at the banknotes in his hand, the expression on his face and eyes had betrayed his true thoughts, he looked down on these pieces of paper at all, and his heart was full of contempt and contempt.

"Your Majesty, how much time can you give us to consider?" asked the good lord Christine, cautiously.

"How long do you think you'll take. Demon Mountain said in a deep voice.

“...... Belch...... This one...... It's hard to say...... I'm stupid...... Maybe ......"

"I'm never going to accept this note for the rest of my life. The good lord of Achill, who had been silent, suddenly spoke loudly.

"Oh?!" the mountain stared at Achill.

Achill looked at the magic mountain calmly: "Your Majesty, you can kill me, or you can destroy the Achill family, but I will still refuse to use your banknotes." "Your Majesty, if you force us to take out the gold, silver and copper coins from our house and exchange them for these pieces of paper, Astapor will become a living hell and everyone will rise up against you, including the soldiers of the Unsullied Legion." ”

"Achill, we won't kill you, because I want you to live to see paper money circulate in Slave Bay. Daenerys said lightly.

"Even if paper money were to circulate in Slaver's Bay, I would never use it. Archer's shrill voice said, almost shouting, as if he had been humiliated in the strongest possible way.

"When paper money circulates in Slave Bay, you and your family will definitely use it. Daenerys said affirmatively, "In the name of the Harpy, I'm going to make a bet with you, Achill, do you dare to accept it?"

"Accept!"

"Good. Scholars, please write this down. When the time comes, Archill loses, and I'll punish him with a gold coin. ”

"Yes, Her Majesty. The scholar agreed.

Achill was stunned.

He thought he had misheard.

"Your Majesty, you don't cut off my head. "Achill thought he was going to die.

"You didn't kill people for no reason, and you didn't incite the Harpy Son to rebel, so what reason should I kill you?"

"But His Majesty said that paper money could not be refused. ”

"Yes, you can't. Because when the time comes, you will take the initiative to take the gold, silver and copper coins to the Kregan Bank to exchange them for paper money. Moshan said with a smile.

"No way. "Achill is categorical.

Magic Mountain smiled slightly: "Achill, let's also make a bet, a silver coin bet." ”

"Well, swear by the name of the Harpy. Achill said loudly, as if afraid that the rest of the palace would not hear.

"In the name of the gods of the sky, the earth, and the sea, in the name of the seven gods and all the old gods, in the name of the red god Rahlo, in the name of the god of death and the god of a thousand faces, and in the name of the god of the harpy of Astapor, I, Gregor Clegane, hereby make a pact with the good lord of Achill, and the outcome of the bet is one silver coin. Demon Mountain said solemnly.

So, Achill also solemnly swore an oath.

The good lord of Cork and the good lord Christine were silent, and their hearts were uneasy. What will happen to them, they are not sure in their hearts, and they have no confidence.

Magic Mountain looked at the good lord of Kok: "Good lord Kok, I want to ask you to do me a favor now, and I can't refuse." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, please command. ”

"Take your notes home and explain to your people the value and origin of them, and inform them of the exchange methods of the Klegane Bank, and in three days I will come to your pyramid and ask your family to tell me the value of each note in front of me, and tell me the origin of the banknote. Good Lord Cork, can you do it?"

"I will do my best, Your Majesty. ”

"You have to do it, or you'll have to accept my challenge. ”

Accepting the challenge of the Magic Mountain is actually equivalent to saying that the Magic Mountain will cut off his head. The arguments are different, but the consequences are the same.

"I will do it, Your Majesty. "Cork is absolutely not willing to duel with a fierce man like Magic Mountain.

Magic Mountain looked at Christine: "Good Lord Christine, do you have any questions?"

"I'm going to do it too. His Majesty the King and Her Majesty the Queen do not have to come to my pyramid, I will bring the whole family to the palace and ask His Majesty to check any one of my family at will, and they will definitely remember all the denominations of the banknotes and tell them where they came from. ”

"Very well, I appreciate your cooperation. "That's all the business for the Klegane Bank, and I have one more important thing than the establishment of the Klegane Bank." ”

The three good lords did not expect that the topic of bank notes would end like this, they were in disbelief, and they all looked at the two kings on the high steps in amazement, and they kept their mouths shut, afraid that suddenly one of the kings would speak about the paper money again.

They were reluctant to take their gold in exchange for these banknotes that were not money, and they were not willing to be killed. Still, of course, they were afraid of being killed.

"The security of the Baraora region is all in your hands, which increases your burden but relieves the royal family's responsibilities, which is not fair to you," said the Magic Mountain. You kept a place safe and avoided the killing of the Harpy Son, but you didn't get paid by the royal family. We will ease your burden, and in the near future the royal family will take full responsibility for the security of the place, and in order to achieve this goal as soon as possible, the three good lords, we royal family need you to cooperate with scholars and city magistrates to clarify and register the situation of everyone living in the Baraora region in the royal family's register. ”

Household register and account books?

The three good lords had never heard of such a thing before!

"Your Majesty, Bara Olari is inhabited by a considerable number of people from foreign lands, and we are not familiar with them, many of whom come here to exchange some goods and then leave. ”

"Anyone who comes from a foreign country is collectively called a temporary stay, and anyone who stays temporarily in Baraola must also be registered, and after leaving, the three good lords will report to the royal family, and our roster will be adjusted according to the actual situation. ”

The three good lords looked at each other again.

"Everyone who lives in Baraola?" said Cork, puzzled.

"Yes, everyone. ”

"And prostitutes and beggars, and vagabonds?"

"Yes, including prostitutes and beggars. Anyone who lives in Baraora or stays in the house must register in advance at the house of the three good lords, who then send the information to the royal palace and revise it into a book and record it. "Quick

*

Baraola.

The streets are guarded by Unsullied soldiers at both ends.

On the street, Her Majesty the Queen and Her Majesty the King appeared.

In the sky, the three-headed dragon hovers low at altitude.

The Queen and the King were accompanied by three good lords, and Jorah Mormont and Arrene Martell were among them.

The Greyworm is the general in charge of patrolling and guarding the streets.

Two centurians were stationed in a phalanx in this area.

Court scholars and apprentices, priests and doctors were all here.

On the long street, in front of the gate of the good lord of Cork, there was a long queue of people, including the elderly and children.

Everyone who lives in Baraora includes strangers who come here temporarily to trade, as well as guests who come here to visit relatives.

The first resident walked up, a young man from the Cork family.

"Name?" asked one of the soldiers.

"Bivis Cork. ”

"Age?"

"Eighteen years old. ”

"What number do you live on Baraola Street?"

"Number 1. The young man replied proudly.

The numbering of the number of households in this street, which was not available before, was compiled on the spot by scholars and soldiers before the registration began.

Because it started from the Cork family, the Cork family was given the No. 1 by the royal family.

"Are you the son of the Harpy?" the soldier asked exclaimed.

Everyone was stunned.

The good lord of Kork, who accompanied the queen and the king, was also stunned.

"Bivis Cork, you have to answer that question. The scholar who recorded the archives reminded.

"Answer truthfully, Bevis Cork, this is not an insult or a suspicion to you, anyone will be asked this question. Missandei, the royal affairs officer on the side, said.

"I'm not the son of the Harpy. Bivis Cork loudly denied.

The Harpy Son is Her Majesty's enemy, and anyone who is found to be the Harpy Son will be caught and sentenced to hanging.

"Swear by the name of the Harpy, then!" the soldier shouted harder.

Bivis looked embarrassed.

He looked at Lord Kok, who nodded at him.

So, feeling humiliated, the young man shouted: "Bivis Cork, swear in the name of the Harpy, I am not the son of the Harpy, I am not an enemy of Her Majesty the Queen and Astapor, I am a free people, full of loyalty to Her Majesty the Queen and Her Majesty the King. ”

"Very well, Bivis, please tell me, who is the son of the Harpy?" the soldier asked again.

Bevis blushed, "I don't know, soldier. ”

"Please swear by the name of the Harpy!"

"I swear, in the name of the Invisible Banshee, I don't know who the Harpy Son is. ”

"Okay, please sign the oath. The soldier continued.

It turned out that this conversation was also recorded by scholars, and formed a personal oath of Bevis.

Bevis drew a circle on the oath with great force, and with the help of the soldiers, stabbed his finger with a sharp knife, dripping his own blood onto the name in his oath.

The scholar put away the oath, and Missandei put it in a parchment bag.

The scholar said slowly, "Bivis, if it is found that you are the son of the Harpy in the future, such as when we caught you at the bloody scene, or if it is discovered that the son of the Harpy who was killed by the soldiers of the Unsullied is you, then your oath today will be a disgrace to your family, and it will affect your parents and family. If you kill anyone in the mask of the Harpy Child, your family will pay the same price. If you kill someone else's father, then your father will suffer the same killing. This power of reciprocal harm is in the hands of the royal family. ”

Bivis's face turned blue and white for a while, and he stared at the scholar: "Your Excellency, I am not the son of the Harpy, I was not before, I am not now, and I will not be in the future. ”

"I must tell you about Her Majesty's decree. The scholar's tone is businesslike, and his face is expressionless.

Next, a series of inquiries about Bivis's personality, hobbies, martial arts, family, etc., were recorded in the book.

It took a while for the first resident to be registered, and then the second, a girl with long, wavy blond hair and amber eyes.

"Name. The soldier shouted.

"Heidi Cork. ”

Again a member of the Cork family.

The Cork family was already at the front of the line.

Before the registration began, none of the people in Baraola knew that the questions asked would be so delicate, and neither did the three good lords. As for the question of whether you are the son of the Harpy, neither the Queen nor the King have ever revealed it beforehand. That oath is naturally signed by everyone. Even if you are really the son of the Harpy, you must sign. No one would admit in front of Her Majesty the Queen and Her Majesty the King that he was the son of the Harpy, and that would immediately bring him and his family hanging.

This will be painful for the true Harpy Sons, as they will have to deny their faith by swearing in the name of the Harpy of the faith. This is not allowed by faith, but if they are not denied, they will be killed on the spot by the Queen's soldiers, and will bring a terrible fate to their families.

The means that the Demon Mountain came up with to deal with the Harpy Banshee Son were something that these people had never thought of and would never have thought of.

The Magic Mountain came to Astapor and brought bad luck to the Harpy Sons, who could only be eradicated as long as they did not change. If they do not restrain themselves, their families, the good people they support, and the comrades around them will all face mortal danger.

One person is guilty, and the whole family is glorious. - This is the brutal method that the Magic Mountain taught Daenerys. Magic Mountain, who was born as a hooligan, has a lot of hooligan's shameless methods. Dishonorable, but curative.

Heidi, a beautiful little girl, also signed an oath denying that she was the son of the Harpy, and was stabbed in the finger by the soldier with a sharp knife, dripping blood on her name, and swearing in the name of the son of the invisible banshee.