Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 61 Sugar-coated bullets
Eight hundred warriors of Laharo camped on the lawn of the palace, and the bonfire lit up half the sky red.

The sea snake head was placed in the center of the venue, looking even more hideous under the firelight.

The warriors, wearing painted leather vests, horsehair tied around their legs, bronze sashes around their waists, and their braids slicked to a shine, formed a circle around the sea serpent's head, waving their scimitars to celebrate this great victory.

A thousand high-ranking women from various free states shuttled back and forth among the warriors, their skirts slipping down and sitting on the warriors' thighs. There were also several warriors surrounding one of them. The sounds of teasing and screaming mixed with the warriors' roars, and the scene became a mess.

These branch girls were not cheap; Rahalo was supposed to pay a full five hundred gold dragons for them.

However, Illyrio, who only paid Khalasar 500 gold dragons for protection every year, was willing to pay the full ticket price this time, which was something Rahalo had not expected.

Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.

But in the face of absolute power, all conspiracies and tricks are paper tigers. If you want to corrupt Rahalo with sugar-coated bullets, it depends on how thick the sugar coating is.

Garlan Tyrell was so stunned by the sight of these unethical scenes that he forgot to eat. He clutched the seven-sided crystal pendant on his chest and muttered to himself.

In Westeros, banquets are synonymous with elegance, with nobles dressed in gorgeous costumes and gathering to discuss politics, poetry and love.

But here, at a glance, all you can see is the desire to eat, drink, mate, and even kill, as if you have returned to the barbaric era.

The humility and moderation emphasized by the Faith of the Seven Gods are completely gone here!

So depraved!

If he stayed here for too long, he didn't know if he could hold on.

Seeing Garland's eyes wide open, Lazar walked over and patted him on the shoulder, pointing to several beautiful women who were playing with the warriors, and motioned Garland to join in.

Lhazaar didn't understand the Common Language, so he used his fingers to sign, and from time to time he uttered a few Dothraki words.

Garland was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to crawl into, and kept waving his hands to refuse.

Lazar didn't understand his standard language, but he could guess what it meant by looking at his gestures.

In the Dothraki tradition, rejecting someone's kindness is a very offensive act. Lazar's face fell. Even though he had saved his life, this matter involved dignity and could not be let go.

The two men were talking at cross purposes, and the tension was escalating, about to develop into a fight.

At this moment, Laharo waved his hand and called Vera.

She is the sister of the warrior Ragu and now oversees the slaves of Rahalo.

She was not as shocking as Lagu, but rather pure and lovely. The traditional Dothraki leather coat on her brought out her graceful figure.

Laharo whispered a few words of instruction, and Vera smiled softly with her hands covering her mouth, nodded, stood up and walked towards Lazar and Garlan.

In the original book, Garlan is the only person besides Jaime Lannister who does not discriminate against Tyrion the Imp.

Moreover, at the wedding banquet in King's Landing, Tyrion was falsely accused of murdering Joffrey, and Garlan even dared to speak up for him, saying that Tyrion had been poisoned when he picked up the cup.

Garlan also disguised himself as Renly's ghost in the Battle of the Blackwater, defeating Stannis and making great contributions.

For this, he was also named Earl of Bright Water City.

His younger brother, Loras the Knight of Flowers, once said that Garlan could surpass him in every way.

You know, Loras defeated Jaime Lannister, who was the captain of the Kingsguard at the time. The fact that he received such an evaluation from him shows Garlan's strength.

Laharo certainly couldn't let him die so easily. Besides, if the hostage was dead, what would happen to his money and his ship?
Vera walked towards Garland and said in standard English:
"Lazar wants to invite you to join their game." Then he said something to Lazar in Dothraki.

Lazar was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. The people around him also laughed, and the atmosphere immediately eased.

Seeing Garland's confusion, Vera smiled and leaned close to his ear, whispering, "Handsome Andari, I told Lazar that you're not good at that. Don't be angry, you should thank me because I helped you out."

Garland's old face turned red. A man would never say that he was incompetent. He was the brave Garland, not the incompetent Garland!
But how can this be proved?
It’s over, even jumping into the Mande River can’t wash it away!
Rhaharo sat on the high platform wearing Valyrian armor, talking and laughing loudly with the warriors below. The low table in front of him was filled with a variety of local delicacies of Pentos.

For example, there is roasted quail stuffed with raisins and honey, grilled eel coated with spices, lobster tails fried crispy in butter, and a whole roasted suckling pig stuffed with almonds and wild blueberries, which has a unique flavor.

Daenerys snuggled up to Rhallor, wearing a light silk robe, the soft fabric fitting her graceful curves, and a dragon-shaped pendant Rhallor gave her around her neck.

"My sun and stars, your glory will be sung by bards for thousands of years."

She looked up at Laharo, her purple eyes sparkling with little stars.

Viserys sat below her, wearing a brand new black woolen sweater with a red three-headed dragon embroidered on the chest. His eyes were gloomy and full of jealousy.

"That should be the glory of the Targaryens!"

He roared in his heart and gripped the cup tightly, as if he wanted to crush it.

He had been sent back to Pentos by Rhaelor long ago. He had not participated in any of the raids on the Reach, the defeat of Euron, or the slaying of the sea serpent. There was not a single mention of him in the bards' songs!

Illyrio sat on the ground, licking his huge belly and gnawing on a lamb chop, taking in Viserys's expression. When he looked up again, he was smiling.

"Khal, your heroic deeds have spread throughout Pentos. Even my cooks have tried to imitate the taste of sea snake meat with ordinary snake meat, but unfortunately, it is far from the mark!"

Most of the governors of the Council of Forty were also present at the scene. When they heard about sea snake meat, their eyes lit up and they all started to make a fuss.

Sea snake meat is a priceless treasure and a magical medicine that all men dream of. It can allow men to gallop across the battlefield and command the whole night without even taking a breath.

After hearing this, Laharo couldn't help but burst into laughter and clapped his hands. Immediately, chefs came into the palace one after another, carrying shining silver plates.

Pieces of roasted sea snake meat were placed on the plate. The white snake meat was as crystal clear as jelly, roasted to be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and topped with precious spices.

The governors were so shocked that they no longer cared about their manners and rushed forward to grab the goods, causing chaos.

At that moment, Rhahalo pointed to the far northeast and said to Illyrio, "I plan to build a new city on the ruins of Geddohor. Vaes Dothrak is our eastern capital, and Geddohor is our western capital!"

Illyrio, gnawing on a quail, grease dripping down his beard, cursed inwardly, "Mad!"

However, as long as we can hold this madman back and wait for the Golden Group to arrive to deal with him, even if he wants the stars in the sky, he has to agree to it now.

His expression remained calm, his face a smile that blossomed into a chrysanthemum. He nodded repeatedly and said, "The khal is indeed far-sighted! Building a city will definitely require money. I, Illyrio Mopatis, am willing to contribute to the khal's great cause!"

Laharo nodded. Since the stingy guy was so generous, he added:
"Oh, and I'm also going to ask the best craftsmen in Pentos to make armor out of sea snake scales. I'm also going to gild the sea snake skull and take it to the Mother of God as a sacrifice."

Illyrio immediately seized the opportunity:

"Kao! Please grant me this honor!
Moreover, during the time you wait, I will cover all expenses! Ten days later, I will hold a bigger celebration banquet for Kao to celebrate Kao's great victory! "

Be sensible!

Rhahalo gave Illyrio a thumbs-up.

(End of this chapter)