Chapter 657 The Thirteen Giants of Quills
Essos continent, golden fields.
Blue sky, green lakes.
Thousands of people built temporary houses and cultivated farmland around the rich Dagger Lake.
The lake was calm, with occasional ripples.
The prototype of a building with a wide foundation and a wide area rose slowly.
More people carried wood and stones to speed up the construction.
Everything went on in an orderly manner, and no complaints were heard.
The grass was rolling.
A huge dragon as black as coal lay on the other side of Dagger Lake, with its pale green vertical pupils half open and half closed, and the invisible sense of oppression was breathtaking.
Whenever someone looked at it quietly.
The thick nostrils sprayed hot air, turning the dozens of meters of grass in front of him into a piece of scorched earth.
The people worked harder.
"Old friend, let's go out for a while."
Rhaegar walked out of the fields, with a solemn look between his brows.
The conscripted people are still not enough.
Even if Bravs and Pentos declared a truce, the subsequent impact still discredited the Dragon King family.
The people in the Golden Fields would rather die under the horseshoes of the Dothraki than submit to the Dragon King family and rebuild a new home.
"I'll go too."
Daeron followed with small steps, and his hands were blistered from chopping wood.
There were not enough people, and the prince had to work.
"You stay, or they will run away."
Rhaegar climbed onto the dragon's back swiftly, and said with a stern face: "I will go to the Slaver's Bay to discuss matters, and you try to gather more displaced people."
The Dothraki looted half of the western continent of Essos, and the Golden Fields suffered the most.
Daemon once rescued the looted people and had a great reputation in this land.
After explaining the problem, Rhaegar gently patted the dragon's back.
"Hiss--"
The glutton climbed up from the grass, his hind feet stomped on the ground with a rumble, and flapped his wings to soar into the air.
After two months of transition, the nutrients in the pale dragon head were gradually digested.
The black scales became more and more metallic, and the small holes on the wide dragon wings closed and disappeared.
Even the size of the dragon increased, breaking through the 200-meter mark.
Boom——
From the perspective of the people, the black dragon flapped its wings and rose up, like a coal mountain migrating far away.
Gradually, it disappeared in the clouds.
…
Slaver's Bay.
Meereen, the Great Pyramid.
"Your Majesty, Astapor has trained 2,000 Unsullied this year, all of whom are armored warriors."
Recharino was dressed in a bloated red and green woman, and his rough face with a beard revealed a woman's charm. He said angrily: "But those wise lords did not offer the Unsullied to you, but raised the selling price."
Elena sat high on the throne, helplessly holding her forehead: "Your fleet will go to Astapor and trade with a ship of gold."
The Unsullied is the best thing created by the ruins of the old Ghis Empire.
Meereen's main defense relies on the 1,500 Unsullied purchased in previous years.
In order to revive, Astapor has put most of the looted slaves into the training of Unsullied, and finally trained another batch this year.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty."
Racharino's long-haired big hands slapped his chest and promised: "If the wise master doesn't sell, I will stuff their heads into my ass and crush them."
After that, he walked out of the hall with his waist and hips twisted.
Two red-robed bald wizards passed by, their pale faces were tattooed with strange tattoos, and they exuded an ominous aura.
"Your Majesty."
A bald wizard bowed.
Elena was alert and asked: "Have you found the red dragon?"
The rule of Slaver's Bay is becoming more and more unstable, and there are voices of opposition in various city-states.
Either they are under the banner of opposing bitches, or they are hostile to the silver-haired and purple-eyed Dragon King.
The mercenaries and pirates under her command are not enough to suppress the chaos.
She needs more troops and a living dragon.
"There is some news."
"Tell me quickly."
"In the distant Great Grass Sea, some sheep people have found traces of a giant dragon."
The bald wizard told the story bit by bit, and said soothingly: "People have been sent to search in that direction."
A pile of fresh dragon dung, and the charred skeletons of several lost sheep.
No one saw where the giant dragon was, but it did not prevent the anxious sponsor from being stabilized.
Elena's face gradually turned cold, and she did not want to talk about useless topics: "Marry a few more concubines for my brother, that's it."
Waved her hand irritably, not wanting to face the evil wizard who made her uncomfortable.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The bald wizard did not obey, and said as he retreated: "Quarles' merchant ship arrived, and a witch came with it."
Elena frowned, just wanting to ask clearly.
The person had already gone far away.
Boom——
The wind outside the window blew over the decorations in the hall.
"Dragon!!"
The soldiers guarding the city roared hoarsely, accompanied by a flurry of noise.
Elena clenched her five fingers holding the armrest of the throne and looked out of the Great Pyramid.
"Hiss——"
A huge black monster circled in circles, its wide dragon wings stirred up gusts of wind, and its shadow covered the entire city of Meereen.
...
At noon.
Meereen, the Great Arena.
Thousands of spectators sat in a circle, watching the multi-player duel in the arena below.
Unlike the anxiety and wildness of the past, there was silence inside and outside the arena.
Even the dozens of slave warriors dueling below had weak hands swinging their swords.
Horrible chewing sound.
The glutton stands tall, its huge body exceeds the oval high wall of the arena, and the ferocious dragon kisses several cattle and sheep alive.
The animals were like little snacks in their mouths, chewed up and splattered with blood.
The green vertical pupils look down at all living beings, revealing the aura of choosing and devouring others.
"It is an honor to meet you, Your Majesty the Iron Throne."
On the high platform of the large arena, a dozen figures sat in a row.
One of them, a smiling man with a bald head, a round face, and a short, fat body, kept saying, "It's better to see than to hear a hundred times. You are just like the great ancestor Aegon the Conqueror. You are so heroic."
"That's right."
The twelve men and women nodded in unison, their colorful clothes and jewelry very eye-catching.
When people see it at first glance, characteristics will pop up in their minds.
Wealth, luxury, the smell of powder...
Rhaegar raised his eyelids, blocked his breath with his fingers, and said seriously: "Mr. Baggins, let's get straight to the point."
The opponent is Qualls' Thirteen Giants.
The Golden Wilderness is short of people, supplies, and most importantly, money.
Quels is far away in the eastern continent of Essos. It is an independent bay city that is not inferior to the nine free trade city-states.
Rhaegar planned to borrow some money from them.
Baggins was stunned when he heard this, his fat face showed a bit of surprise, and then he smiled and said: "No problem, Your Majesty."
Businessmen know how to adapt to the wind and greet everyone with a smile.
The thirteen giants have different hair colors and skin colors, and they are able to get together because of their business skills.
"Your Majesty, Meereen, is honored to ask you to be your intermediary."
Baggins took out an exquisite wooden box and handed it to Elena who was sitting opposite.
Irena has silver hair and purple eyes. She is wearing a slit blue skirt and looks noble and cool.
Open the box and lay flat a chain link engraved with a string of dragon head pendants.
"Valyrian steel?"
Elena's eyes lit up, and she picked up the silver-gray chain link in surprise.
A dragon head pendant is buckled on the side shoulder of the blue skirt, passing through the arm and resting on the barren chest, revealing the exquisiteness of the overall structure.
Paired with the Valyrian's unique long silver-gold hair and milky white skin, it has a unique flavor.
"very beautiful."
Rhaegar glanced at it, secretly thinking about it.
The businessman of Quils was indeed rich, and he freely gave away valuable treasures.
"Thanks."
Elena looked at it and smiled.
Valyrian materials reflect the preciousness, the dragon head pendant represents the identity of the Dragon King family, and the greeting gift is truly thoughtful.
"Your Majesty, we have also prepared a gift for you."
Baggins smiled at Rhaegar, pretending to be pity and said: "The port has prepared a cargo ship full of spices for you. There were originally three ships, but they encountered a storm halfway."
Rhaegar nodded lightly.
There are no surprises. Five of the six trading cities under his rule are rich in spices.
Not as attractive as Valyrian steel.
Baggins was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that the other party's vision was so high, and he didn't like a whole shipload of spices.
After pondering for a while, a smile once again appeared on his face: "In your letter, you expressed your willingness to borrow money from Quayles Bank. How much do you want to borrow?"
While talking, he rubbed his hands like a philistine.
"Three million gold dragon coins."
Rhaegar leaned back in his chair and confessed: "If there are more, five million gold dragon coins would be better."
"This is not a small amount."
Baggins' smile faded.
Rhaegar chuckled and said, "Don't you have Quiles?"
"The Thirteen Giants are sitting on endless wealth."
Baggins spoke highly of himself and said solemnly: "As far as I know, you still owe nearly one million in debt to the Iron Bank. The profits of the Seven Kingdoms and several city-states have been invested in the war for many years."
Half of the words are spoken, and the rest depends on understanding.
The money is all used to fight the war, so how can I pay it back if I borrow it?
"You think I can't afford it?"
Rega's eyes narrowed and he asked, "Or is it that Quiles can't afford it?"
"Hiss-"
Suddenly, a low dragon roar came from behind, as deafening as muffled thunder.
The Thirteenth Giant suddenly changed his face, and cold sweat broke out under his thin and luxurious clothes.
"Your Majesty, you misunderstood what I meant."
Baggins immediately changed his mind and said with a smile: "To be honest, we also owe loans to the Iron Bank, and our ability to repay them is limited."
"You have no money?"
Rhaegar got the point.
"No no no."
Baggins waved his hand quickly and said sincerely: "We have enough money to lend you to develop the golden wilderness, but the money we finally borrowed will not be returned easily."
It means being thick-skinned and talking openly about defaulting on debts.
Rhaegar's eyes were dark and unclear, and he began to think about whether to do something big directly.
It’s not reliable to do business with these people!
"Your Majesty, please do not underestimate the Thirteen Giants."
Baggins raised his head and said confidently: "The Iron Bank has controlled the world's wealth for hundreds of years. Now six of the nine free trade cities are in your hands. Why don't we replace the Iron Bank."
Rhaegar propped up his chin with one hand and turned to glance at Elena.
Elena was caressing the chain link happily, and quickly added: "Quiles established his own bank, and Slaver's Bay also borrowed loans from it."
Hearing this, Rega suddenly understood.
The ambitions of the Thirteen Giants are as high as the sky, and they want to join forces with all parties to bankrupt the Iron Bank.
Meeting yourself is not about borrowing money or admiring your appearance.
She just wanted to pull the Iron Throne onto the chariot and use the power of the dragon to get close to her.
