"Pearc Clegane! Get up!" said Jenny Westerling.

Pearc Cregan stood up, a little overwhelmed.

There was a sudden pain in the arm, as if I had been bitten by a poisonous mosquito, and the sting came and went quickly, without the sequelae of the itching of poisonous mosquitoes. Then a small silver needle appeared in the hand of Her Mother, and the silver needle touched her lips, and there were some traces of Peet Clegane's blood on it.

"Mother?"

"It's okay, don't panic, you're loyal. Jenny smiled.

Pearct Clegane learned that his mother was testing his loyalty, through a taste of his blood.

Moshan said, "Let's go back to the military tent first." ”

"Yes!" everyone agreed.

Peart noticed that the three narrow-sword women were agile and silent, and he did not know who they were, nor did he understand why they were not riding on the dragon's back, but sitting in the hanging basket.

His father and mother would not introduce him to the three women, and Piert could only hold back and ask.

*

The next day at noon.

East Palace.

The King's Drawing-Room.

The Magic Mountain sat on a rough wooden chair without any jade decoration.

In front of him was a large, thick wooden table. The wooden table is also very rough, not only without any jade decoration, nor with beautiful paint, no reliefs, no beautiful carved lines, like a large wooden table in a blacksmith or butcher's shop.

Across this table, stood a tall, fair-skinned native of Quells.

The man wore a golden-yellow brimmed hat with a tall tail in it, and the tail was very beautiful. On the body is the favorite color of gold and jade of the Quells people, and the brocade robe embroidered with dragons, griffins, manticores and other motifs.

The brocade robe is tied around the waist by a jade belt.

The Quells came to the king, who did not know him. When he saw the table before the king and the chair on which the king was sitting, he was puzzled and troubled. He knew that it would be impossible for such rough wooden tables and chairs to appear in the palace, even if he wanted to find them.

But the king's tables and chairs were so crude and rudimentary that he couldn't believe it.

What kind of strange message does this reveal?

The Quells nobleman, who had come to see the king, really couldn't figure it out, and he didn't have a clue in his heart.

This added to his uneasiness and nervousness.

Magic Mountain sat in a rough chair and did not speak, looking at this Quills nobleman, seeing what he had come to see him to say.

The Quells knelt down on one knee and bowed his head: "Your Majesty, I am Jill Gree, a Quells native, a baron, and a former spice trade manager of the Ancient Spice Guild. ”

"Baron Gil Gree, are you here to petition?"

"Your Majesty, I have a rattan box of fine spices for your Majesty. ”

"Spices?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

"Bring it up. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

Baron Gilles Gree got up and took two steps back before turning around and waving outside.

Two tall Quells servants carried in an antique rattan box, which had not yet been opened, and the refreshing aroma wafted into the air.

Magic Mountain smelled the aroma and couldn't help but lift his spirits.

Sure enough, it is the finest spice.

The world's finest spices are worth more than gold and jade. Gold and jade are still available, but the best spices are hard to come by, and they are not available with money.

The rattan box was lifted to the rough wooden table in front of the magic mountain, and the two servants bent their waists and withdrew backwards from the king's drawing-room. Until they went out of the gate, they did not dare to raise their heads to look at the king.

"Your Majesty, allow me to open the rattan box. Baron Gilles Gree said, his voice shaking. He was nervous.

Magic Mountain nodded.

Jill Gree opened the rattan box, and a very comfortable aroma overflowed from the rattan box. The lid of the rattan box has a golden soft lining, which is a soft cushion made of silk, which is very well sealed and will not let the aroma waft out of the rattan box. It's just that the aroma of the spice is too long and depressing, even with a soft package, it can't completely block the fragrance from wafting.

Moshan didn't have to stand up, and saw that the spices were packed in a jade bowl made of jadeite.

I saw Jill Gree take out a jade bowl, another jade bowl, and another jade bowl, and soon, on the long table of the Magic Mountain, dozens of jade bowls of different colors were placed, and in each jade bowl, spices of different colors and textures were placed.

This Baron Gil Gree is attentive.

Magic Mountain has also seen all kinds of high-grade spices, in order to establish a relationship with the sheep thief no less than the dragon knight, Magic Mountain bought a variety of edible spices at a high price, in a few jade bowls, he recognized some edible precious spices; in addition, there are some women's ornament spices, those spices, can be added to women's rouge gouache; there are several spices, which are added to the charcoal to burn and warm the room is also the incense room; and more varieties of spices, Magic Mountain is the first time to see, and I don't know it yet.

"Your Majesty, allow me to introduce to you the names, origins, characteristics, methods of use, and preservation of these spices. ”

Magic Mountain nodded.

He didn't like these delicate and ingenious things, just like beautiful jade, glory and wealth, which is the easiest to make people lose their fighting spirit and enterprising spirit, the so-called plaything is demoralized.

But he wanted to know the purpose of the guy named Jill Gree after he offered the spices. Is he here to flatter the king, to welcome the king, to please the king? Then, there must be a motive and purpose behind all these things.

Half an hour later, Baron Gil Gree explained these spices to the Magic Mountain one by one, I have to say that this guy's research and knowledge of spices convinced the Magic Mountain very much, and also made the Magic Mountain have a good impression of him, but this is not enough to gain the trust of the Magic Mountain.

When Jill Gree finished introducing the knowledge of spices, although Moshan admired him in his heart, he still didn't speak, just looked at him. The first person to come and pat the king's ass was either a treacherous man who was good at drilling, like Petyr Berishi the Littlefinger, or someone who saw clearly that the form decided to change his position and accept the new power.

Magic Mountain does not like to have another Littlefinger Petyr Berish, and he wants to get a man with wisdom and foresight, but not lack of justice.

"Your Majesty, when I have finished speaking, please allow me to leave. ”

Moshan looked at Jill Gree until the guy's face was visibly flustered.

"Baron Gilles Gree, I love the priceless spices you have offered me. So, what do you want, just say it. ”

"Your Majesty, I want your appreciation. ”

"Appreciation?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

"You still want to keep the spice trade?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

"What if I had to do it with a different administrative officer?"

"Your Majesty, there is no one in Quells better suited to manage the spice trade for Your Majesty than I am. ”

Magic Mountain noticed that Jill Gree said, 'There is no one better suited to put His Majesty in charge of the spice trade'.

Managing the spice trade for His Majesty is of course what Magic Mountain wants.

"Baron Gilles Gree, it is said that the spice trade is run by the royal family of His Majesty Fyodor Raymond Horn. ”

"Not long after they wrestled the spice trade power from the Ancient Spice Guild, the Horn royal family did not have a professional manager who was well-versed in all kinds of spices, and they would make the spice trade of Quells worse and worse, thus affecting His Majesty's tax revenue. ”

"You can go to the Horn royal family and be the manager of the spice business. ”

"They came to hire me, and I refused, Your Majesty. ”

"Oh?!"

"I can't run spices for the Horn royal family, they are no longer the kings of Quells, Your Majesty is. ”

Magic Mountain was silent for a moment: "Baron Jill, I will not have a conflict with the Horn royal family because of the right to trade spices. ”

"Your Majesty, the spice management power can be maintained by the Horn royal family, but Your Majesty also needs a political officer to manage the import, export and transit business of spices, and I am the best candidate for Your Majesty's spice administrative officer. ”

Magic Mountain's heart has been moved by Jill Gree's words.

He also needed a magistrate to manage the spice business of Quelles, whose greatest role was to correct the problems in the spice trade and to know the amount of spice trade, so as to ensure that the royal family would not be deceived by the operators in the taxation of the spice trade.

"Baron Gree, I need your loyalty. ”

Bang!

Jill Gree got down on her knees.

While the popular etiquette is to kneel on one knee, Jill Gree uses both knees.

"Your Majesty, Jill Gree swears to His Majesty Gregory in the name of the Gree family, in the name of the witch god, in the name of the three gods of the sky, the earth, and the sea, in the name of the red god, and in the name of all the gods in the heavens and the earth, that the Gree family and I will always follow His Majesty, be loyal and fearless, and never betray. When necessary, for the safety and honor of His Majesty the King, both Jill Gree and the Gree family are willing to give their lives. ”

That's a big oath!

Magic Mountain can't find a place and reason to be picky.

"Baron, why are you so quick to decide that you want to be loyal to me, to follow me, and willing to give your life for me?"

"Your Majesty, you are the Lord of Quells. ”

"Why do you say that? I'm the king who has only been here for a short time. ”

"Because of the dragon, because of the arrowless bow, because of the loyal Unsullied and the disciplined Dothraki. ”

The mountain stared at Baron Gil Gree, and the baron's nervousness and uneasiness disappeared as he spoke his own judgment.

"You know the arrowless arrow?"

The so-called arrowless arrow is the short-handled musket of the Magic Mountain.

It was a new type of bow and arrow that the Quells had never seen or heard of, and the Magic Mountain named it the Musket with a short handle, but the new name that prevailed in Quells was the Arrow Without Arrows.

The spread of this invincible short-handled musket is due to the adopted son of the Magic Mountain, Marquis Pearc Cregan.

The arrowless arrows have caused a sensation among the nobles of Quells, and various magical versions are constantly multiplying, becoming more and more miraculous.

For the cold weapon world, the first hot weapon brought by the Magic Mountain was a miracle in itself.

Science is magic!

"Baron Gil Gree, I am pleased to appoint you as the Administrator of the Quels Spice Trade. Moshan said with a smile.

The baron was overjoyed, knelt on the ground, put his right fist on the heart of his left chest, knocked three times in a row, and swore allegiance to the Magic Mountain again!

*

Meanwhile, a small private room in a secluded tavern.

The curtain was lifted, and a woman walked in.

"Get out. The man with his back to the door said lightly, "There are already people here." ”

But the uninvited guest didn't go out, but walked over.

With an extremely slight sizzle, a manticore-tailed beast flew out of the corner of the wall, colorful and terrifying, with a scorpion tail like a needle, stabbing the human calf.

Cha!

With a soft sound, a short sword pierced the manticore's shell, piercing the manticore's tip through the sword.

The person sitting at the table still didn't look back, and said lightly: "Who are you?"

"An unknown person, really!" the woman said lightly.

The Faceless!

The man in Tsing Yi, who was sitting on the table and pouring himself a drink, suddenly stiffened his spine.

"Everyone dies!" said the man in Tsing Yi.

"Everyone must serve!" said the woman.

The woman came to the table, sat down, the short sword in her hand was placed on the table, the tip of the sword pointed at the other party, on the tip of the sword, the manticored beast was not dead, struggling to open its teeth and claws, hideous and terrifying.

"This is not the territory of the Faceless. The man in Tsing Yi said. He had a blue face towel over his face, and he didn't know how he was eating.

"It's a pity that the guest killed people in the city of Pantos first. The woman said coldly.

The man in Tsing Yi was silent for a while: "What does the Faceless One want to do in Quells?"

"The Faceless One is going to enter Quells. ”

The gaze of the man in Tsing Yi suddenly became fierce, the faceless one has always been in the west of the mainland, and the regrettable guest is in the east of the mainland, the two sides have always had a tacit understanding and do not invade each other.

"The Faceless One is going to enter Quells?" said the Elder of the Regret Guest, word by word.

"Yes. ”

"Quells can't tolerate the faceless and the sorry, and only one of them can be left. ”

"Yes, only one can be left. The woman said lightly.

Elder Regret Ke slowly raised his head and looked at the face of a very young woman.

"What's your last name?"

"An unknown person. ”

"Name? a name you walk without"

"Little wolf girl, Ah Yan. ”

The man in Tsing Yi slowly pulled down his scarf, revealing a face engraved with the vicissitudes of time: "Is the Faceless One going to provoke a war between the two sides because he regrets that the guest has made a move in Pantos?"

"You didn't kill the right people. ”

The face of the man in Tsing Yi changed slightly.

"The person you are going to assassinate is His Majesty King Gregor Cregan. ”

Silence, silence, suffocating oppression.

After a long while, Elder Regret said, "The Faceless One entered Quells, and that is what His Majesty Gregor Clegan meant?"

"............" The woman looked at Elder Regret quietly and did not answer.

"Since when did the Grim Reaper also succumb to the royal power of mortal kings?"

"Give you a day to get out of Quells. ”

"What if we don't leave?"

The little wolf girl Ah Yan did not answer the question, she stood up, picked up the short sword, shook the manticore-tailed beast from the blade to the ground, stepped into a pulp, and walked out the door.

A sentence came into the ears of the elder of the regretful guest who turned his back to the door: "The regretful guest only has one day." ”