Chapter 270 Descendants of Valyria
As the sun sets.
The dwarf elephant car passed through the long bridge and arrived in Dongcheng District, where the environment has improved visibly to the naked eye.
The elephant cart slave bowed his back humbly and said in a rough voice: "Sir, there is a black wall further ahead. I can't get through."
"knew."
Rhaegar opened the curtain and stepped out of the carriage, throwing two golden dragons to the opponent.
"Thank you, my lord."
The elephant cart slave bent even lower and hurriedly took the two gold coins.
Westeros and Volantis have different monetary systems.
Westeros uses gold dragons, silver stags, bronze stars, and copper cents.
Volantis uses a gold coin engraved with an image, but also accepts currencies from all over the world.
Rhaegar walked forward, and under the bright moonlight, he saw flower beds, statues, and fountains everywhere.
However, most of these fountains have dried up or become stagnant water.
There was still a disgusting smell in the air.
It was getting late, so Rhaegar was not in a hurry to find the consul. It would be best to find a place to stay first.
Soon, he found a tall building surrounded by bicycle frames.
The building has four floors and is entirely made of stone. It is a real behemoth.
——Merchant's House.
Rhaegar grinned: "We found a place to stay."
…
The next day.
Dongcheng District, surrounded by black walls.
The streets were neat and orderly. The rich man sat on a sedan chair carried by slaves, holding a beautiful slave girl in his arms.
Everything is so natural and corrupt.
The entrance to the Tiger Party's ruling official's residence.
A figure in black robes stood and knocked on the closed dark door.
The slave guarding the door hurried out and respectfully welcomed the person into the mansion.
In the mansion with its carved beams and painted beams, there is a three-story attic pavilion.
Rhaegar sat on a velvet stool, looking down at the female slaves playing in the courtyard, his eyes indifferent.
Not long after, a tall, strong man walked into the pavilion, followed by two female slaves who were serving him.
"Hahaha, welcome the prince of the Targaryen family, it really makes this humble house shine!"
Hearing his voice before seeing him, the strong man laughed loudly and opened his hands covered with rings.
Rhaegar turned around and said politely: "Lord Malachor, I hope you will forgive me for coming uninvited."
He always keeps his identity in mind and maintains an elegant and noble demeanor.
Malachor Meguirre had a rough face and a beard, and he said boldly: "Your uncle and I are good friends, and you are of the bloodline of the great Dragon King. You are welcome to my mansion at any time."
As an old noble of Volantis, Malachor believed in the idea of noble blood.
Most Volantis call themselves Valyrian descendants and are very proud of themselves.
As the only remaining dragon king family, the Targaryen bloodline is undoubtedly noble.
After a few pleasantries, Rega went straight to the topic.
The Tiger Party was asked about their views on the Three Women's Kingdom and their close relationship with Damon.
Malachor didn't hide it, and bluntly said that the Three Women's Kingdom was in a period of weakness, and the old noble faction that had been suppressed for a long time had rekindled the idea of aggression.
Unfortunately, Volantis has more than one Archon named Tiger.
The two governors of the Elephant Party were businessmen and moneylenders, and they were very repulsive to war.
The tiger and elephant parties are fighting overtly and covertly for power, and casualties have begun to occur.
Moreover, Malachor generously admitted his relationship with Daemon through correspondence.
Daemon established friendship with Malachor and other tiger parties, and promised to curb the export trade of the Three Women Kingdom.
There is no more.
But even if he didn't say it, Rhaegar knew.
As long as the Tiger Party has the upper hand in power, it will definitely form a further alliance with Dimon.
The two talked for a long time, and Malachor ordered his attendants to prepare a sumptuous banquet.
Rhaegar did not refuse, drank at the same table with him, and initially established a friendship.
When the food was almost done, Malachor's eyes burned brightly and he said, "Dear Prince, you might as well stay in my mansion for a while. I will treat you with the highest courtesy."
Rhaegar's name resounds throughout the nine Free Trade Cities.
Thinking of his title of Ash Maker, Malachor naturally believed that Rhaegar, like Daemon, was a dragon king who advocated war.
If they can get the support of Targaryen, the Tiger Party will definitely defeat the Elephant Party.
Rhaegar saw through his little thoughts at a glance and declined: "No, I want to visit the other two consuls and appreciate the scenery of Volantis."
"Prince, the two guys in the Elephant Party are stubborn and stupid and will offend you."
Malachor frowned slightly and fought hard: "I have the most beautiful and plump female slave. As long as you stay, I can have fun with you."
"My journey is not over yet, and I can only appreciate your kindness."
Rhaegar bluntly refused and said goodbye.
He was not interested in female slaves, he just wanted to walk around Volantis and appreciate some of its customs.
…
After leaving the luxurious mansion, Rhaegar put on his hood and walked into the lively neighborhood.
At this moment, he understood Damon's dissolute temperament.
This feeling of being alone is really interesting.
He walked around in a circle, and the people passing by were all indifferent, and they could not find out where the Xiang Party governor lived.
Compared to the hospitable Tiger Party, the Elephant Party is more xenophobic.
Later, he was inspired by a beggar and thought of a place where news could circulate.
——Long Bridge.
There are countless restaurants, brothels and shops on both sides of the long bridge, which are the best channels for news.
"I didn't have time to take a look last night, so I'll make it up today."
Rhaegar smiled softly and hurried on.
The black wall blocks the rich and poor areas of Dongcheng District, and Rhaegar easily got through this huge wall watered with black dragonstone.
Stepping into the Long Bridge, the surrounding environment changes.
From the indifferent rich area, we fell to the noisy downtown.
Without the elephant cart to travel around, Rhaegar shuttled between the shops on both sides of the bridge, and his ears were very noisy.
He saw a manure collector with a fly tattoo on his face, a blacksmith with a hammer tattoo...
They are all slaves, kept in good order by their slave owners, and use their physical strength to create value.
"Lord! Give us light!"
Suddenly, a loud female voice sounded, reciting a prayer.
Then more mixed voices of men and women repeated.
"Because the night is dark and everything is dangerous."
The woman's voice continues, spreading the faith.
When Rhaegar heard the word "Long Night", the first thought in his mind was A Song of Ice and Fire.
The second thought is the belief in the King of Light.
Curious, Rhaegar walked through the crowd and walked to an empty corner.
A beautiful woman in red robe stood on a high platform stacked with haystacks and spoke sincerely.
Surrounding her were a group of ragged slaves with collars around their necks.
The slaves looked expectantly and listened carefully to the woman in red robe spreading her faith.
Rhaegar took a second look and was attracted by the dress of the woman in red robe.
He has killed two women in red robes, both of whom were followers of the Lord of Light.
He was blessed by the Lord of Light and initially had a favorable impression of the deity.
After seeing the two women in red robes, this good feeling disappeared without a trace.
He had reason to suspect that the King of Light was an evil god and his followers were all evil witches.
"The God of Light will listen to your prayers, regardless of the status of the person praying..."
The woman in red robe was still shouting loudly, inducing self-pity in the slaves and repeating the prayer over and over again.
Rhaegar was bored and turned to leave.
The belief in the Lord of Light is widespread in Essos.
Volantis has the largest temple of R'hllor in the world, which is very popular among low-class civilians and slaves.
The powerful people sneer at it and abandon it like worn shoes.
Rhaegar walked, the tiles of the brothel above his head blocked the sunlight, and the road became narrower.
"Quick! Catch that slave girl, don't let her escape!"
"Damn it, I'm going to sell her to the lowest brothel..."
Suddenly, a burst of yelling and cursing came from far to near.
Rhaegar pulled up his hood and lowered his eyes to watch the excitement.
On the crowded street, passers-by were pushed over, and a woman with disheveled hair ran out of the chaos.
The woman's face could not be seen clearly, and her skin was very white, as white as pure milk pudding, with a sense of transparency.
The most eye-catching thing is her long dirty hair.
It was the silver-gold color Rhaegar was familiar with.
"Descendant of Valyria." Rhaegar murmured softly as he looked on like an ordinary passerby.
But he didn't take any action.
Volantis was the first colony of the Freehold, and Valyrian blood had long been spread.
Just now, he saw a prostitute with silver-blond curly hair among a group of slaves.
"Stop her, she's a runaway slave!"
The chasing slave trader cursed loudly and hung tightly behind the woman.
The fair-skinned woman ran away with all her strength, and soon flashed across Rhaegar's eyes, bringing with her a not-so-pleasant breeze.
It was this wind that lifted Rhaegar's hood, revealing a head of conspicuous silver-gold shawl hair.
The fair-skinned woman who was running away looked back and happened to see Rhaegar's appearance.
At one glance, the fair-skinned woman was stunned.
The one underfoot didn't pay attention and tripped over the muddy bridge.
The slave trader immediately caught up with him, punched and kicked him, pulled the collar around his neck, and dragged him like a dog to death.
Listening to the woman's screams, Rhaegar was not in the mood to watch a show, so he turned around and left.
"Sir, help me, please!"
Suddenly, a woman's scream sounded, and the clear voice was miserable.
Rhaegar didn't pay attention and silently put on his hood.
The woman is still struggling.
He bit the slaver's hand and took the opportunity to break free from the siege.
Under Rhaegar's unhurried pace, he rushed to his feet in panic and prayed: "Sir, please help me."
Rhaegar looked down at the woman in surprise and asked, "Why should I help you?"
As he spoke, he retracted the black robe with his right hand wearing the space bracelet, but he still tended to lend a helping hand.
The woman grabbed his trousers tightly, combed her long hair in a panic, revealing a beautiful face, and spoke quickly: "My name is Danila, you are a descendant of Targaryen, please take this name seriously." Help."
"Daniela?"
Lei Jia's eyes narrowed slightly, and his mind was stirred.
Daniela was his maternal grandmother's name.
Her full name is Daena Targaryen, she is the eighth child and fourth daughter of her great-grandfather Jaehaerys I.
"Where are you coming from, kid, get out of the way!"
At this time, several slave traders gathered around and scolded them with ferocious faces.
One of the men with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks pointed at Daniela and said in a cold voice: "She is a slave girl in a brothel. She cost us one hundred gold coins."
