Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 63: Smoke billowing from the harbor

Myr is located on the southwest coast of Essos, approximately 500 kilometers from Pentos.

It is sunny here with little rainfall. The city is full of white flat-roofed buildings with windows made of colorful mosaics and marble reliefs on the eaves.

Between the harbor and the marketplace were many taverns, outbuildings, and gladiatorial arenas, and the streets were crowded with sailors, merchants, and slave traders, all dressed in a variety of clothes and speaking a variety of languages.

There were also many slaves with their masters' marks engraved on their foreheads, making them easily distinguishable from civilians.

The pier is full of boats of all sizes, with masts like a forest and oars like a weave.
In an inconspicuous corner, there was a small flat-bottomed schooner named the Shy Girl.

Jon Clinton sat in the cabin, his face full of traces of time.

He looked at the Sivas chessboard in front of him and said:
"Your Highness, a chessboard is more than just a place to place the pieces. Playing chess reveals a player's character and weaknesses."

Aegon Targaryen sat opposite, a tall, lean man with a well-proportioned build.

Although there were many people with silver hair and purple eyes in Mil, he still dyed his silver-gold hair blue to be on the safe side.

He frowned, tapped the table with his slender fingers, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

As soon as Jon made his move, he picked up the dragon chess piece, passed through his own elephants and heavy cavalry, and flew directly to the opponent's valley, staring at the king chess piece.

He then raised his head and asked, "Master Griffin, what do you mean by this?"

Captain "Half-Mage" Haldon took a look at the chessboard, a smile appeared on his lips, and he walked out of the cabin, preparing to go ashore to buy some daily necessities.

Jon pushed the hidden ballista forward, aiming it at the dragon, and looked up at Aegon.

"You want to achieve success in one fell swoop, you want a quick resolution, you want to take shortcuts, but you only see the immediate benefits and ignore the long-term risks."

Aegon's face suddenly changed, he was about to lose his dragon.

And Jon's words also hurt his self-esteem.

He pinched the dragon's neck and pinched it, "Then I'll take the dragon back!"

Jon raised an eyebrow. “It is indeed courageous to face the king’s chess directly. However, your father Rhaegar should also know the consequences of charging into the enemy camp alone.

You just regretted your move, which shows that you are not confident enough.

If you make a mistake on the battlefield, all the steps will be wrong, and there will be no chance to regret.

What's more, my ballista is just to scare you, your elephant can easily eat it up.

You are so easily deceived."

Aegon knew he had been tricked and flew into a rage. He suddenly stood up and kicked over the chessboard, sending the chess pieces clattering to all corners of the cabin.

"The ruler of the Seven Kingdoms will not be deceived!" he commanded condescendingly. "Jon Connington, pick up the chess piece!"

"Oh, your temper is like a Targaryen." Jon did not move, and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, I have received a mission and will leave for Pentos soon."

"What mission?"

"To kill Daenerys's husband, Khal Rhaelor." Jon spoke each word with emphasis.

Aegon's eyes suddenly widened, "Why? Aunt...what happened to her husband?"

Jon sighed and did not answer directly. Instead, he took out Illyrio's letter from his pocket.

Aegon glanced at the content above. Daenerys and her brother Viserys were in danger of death and urgently needed to be rescued!

"You must stay on the ship, little Griffin," Jon said solemnly. "Don't go out. Stay away from the Golden Company. Remember, don't be impulsive!"

After saying that, Jon slowly knelt on the ground, stuck out his butt, and silently picked up the chess pieces scattered on the deck. After putting the last chess piece back on the table, he nodded to Aegon and turned to leave the cabin.

Not long after, when Haldon returned from shopping at the docks, he found that Aegon was missing.

After asking the crew, they learned that the prince had already ignored the advice and left with the Golden Group.

"Idiot! Why didn't you pull him away?" "His Highness threatened..."

Yang Enderi's face turned pale, and he trembled as he said, "Anyone who tries to stop him will be executed. He is the legitimate heir to the Iron Throne and has the right to execute anyone who opposes him."

Isila looked helpless and nodded in agreement, "Who dares to disobey the rulers of the Seven Kingdoms?"

Haldon sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

Essos is so big, and there are only three people. Aegon has no idea which way to go, so where can he find him?

...

The air in Pentos was filled with a faint stench of decay, originating from the port.

The huge sea serpent skeleton lay across the open space between the dock and the city wall, coiling and winding like the remains of an ancient god, overlooking the bustling crowd at the dock below.

However, despite its stench, it has become a new attraction in Pentos, attracting many people to watch, and even travelers from Braavos and Volantis come here to visit.

Flies were buzzing around the bones, but that couldn't stop people's interest.

There are legends about snake gods all over the world. They not only bless people with smooth sea voyages, but also bring them many children and good fortune.

Before leaving the port, sailors would light a brazier in front of the skeleton and offer sacrifices to seek the protection of the sea god.

There was also a group of women kneeling on the ground praying, muttering something, hoping that the Snake God would allow them to have many children.

The place is even more popular than the Temple of Poseidon. There are braziers everywhere, and people are slaughtering chickens and sheep for sacrifices. The smoke is billowing and the scene is a mess. From a distance, it looks like the enemy is attacking.

However, no one dared to put up a rope to collect money from everyone, and even the evil forces stayed away from here.

After all, who on the continent of Essos could be darker and more evil than the Dothraki?
According to the legends of the Valyrian Empire, sea serpent blood has magical effects and is said to provide some special abilities.

I've tried Laharo, and it doesn't have any fishy smell, but it's not tasty either. Apart from making me feel bloated and have frequent urination, I haven't discovered any special abilities.

The flesh of the sea snakes was either eaten or pickled, and their skins and scales were peeled off and piled in the yard of a leatherworker's shop.

Laharo called on all the leatherworkers in the city to help, and it took three days and three nights to finish the work.

At this time, he was standing in the leatherwork shop, looking at the drawing on the table. On the paper was the snake scale armor he designed.

This set of armor borrows the style of the French cavalry breastplate, but adds a throat guard, arm guards and boots, making it more comprehensive in protection.

The inner layer is sea snake skin, and the outer breastplate is a whole piece of scales. It cannot be cut by ordinary swords and it also has a good defensive effect against blunt objects.

At this moment, Jiku strode over to Laharo and whispered, "The guards on the city walls are twice as many as yesterday, a full two thousand. Furthermore, the torches on the arrow towers have never been extinguished."

Laharo nodded: "I understand."

At this time, the cobbler came over. He was not tall, with a white beard, wrinkles on his face, and calluses on his hands.

"My lord, these materials are naturally suitable for making armor! Each piece is priceless!" He spoke with a thick Pentos accent, his eyes full of awe.

Laharo picked up a piece of scale and knocked it, making a thudding sound. It was not as brittle as steel, nor as dull as wood. Instead, it had a texture similar to plastic, although there was no such thing in this world.

“How many sets can be made with these materials?”

The leatherworker counted on his fingers and replied respectfully, "Five hundred sets, sir."

"Okay, you bring the other leatherworkers with you to start the work. Money is not a problem, but I want to see the first finished product in three days."

After discussing the specific matters, Jiku followed Rahalo out the door and asked, "Kao, do you want to attend the banquet at Governor Illyrio's residence tonight?"

"Of course I want to go."

Rahalo continued, "Find the three fastest riders and have Mosso and the Khalasar come quickly."

(End of this chapter)