Chapter 181: Lingol's Expedition (Part 3): Buying a Horse

Seeing that Ringol could not be persuaded, Rhaegon and Alarion did not try to persuade him any more. The two of them came out in a hurry and did not even bring a few extra sets of clothes, not to mention armor and swords.

However, Lei Geng brought a lot of money with him, and Lin Lin finally looked like seven or eight golden dragons together.

If he didn't pursue the quality of the armor, Lei Geng's money could buy two sets of chainmail armor with helmets in good condition.

Or a meal that could last three teenagers a long time.

"Your Highness, even a hedge knight would not wander around wearing armor every day. You will only attract the attention of others." Although Alarion is not as careful and interesting as Rhaegon, his father Tigris Hoss once He is a very poor wealthy knight, and his sister is also married to Oberyn, who was once a hired knight. When he was a child, he heard stories from his father and others.

"There may be nothing wrong in His Highness's territory, but if you enter the Stormlands, the situation will probably be very different." Alarion knows more about this issue than Lei Gen: "The mercenary knights in the Stormlands are not as good as those in the Borderlands. So easy to talk to, the three of us are young people, if we have good equipment."

"Wait a minute." Ringor noticed something was wrong: "The three of us?"

The young man opened his mouth and wanted to say something. He actually wanted to persuade these two friends to go back. The conditions Longzell gave him were very harsh. He needed to travel through the Storm Land, all the way to the Great Wall, then turn back and walk through the entire area south of the Great Wall before returning to Dragon's Nest City. He was unwilling to let two innocent friends suffer with him.

Lei Gen and Alarion looked at each other, knowing what Ringor wanted to say, and both showed a bitter expression: "Your Highness, if you want to drive us back now, we will not be able to go back."

Lei Geng pretended to wipe his tears: "Your Highness, although Sir Hoffa and the others may know that we ran away because of you, if the two of us come back somehow, Sir Hoffa and Count Aslan will definitely interrupt me. Two legs”

"If you don't go back, I will break both of your legs." Ringol said harshly to the two teenagers.

However, Lei Gen and Alarion just looked at each other and understood that their young master must have hesitated at this time. If Ringor's temper was based on before, he would not have said such soft words. No surprise. If so, the original Lingol might have moved his hands while talking. It was obvious that Lingol was finally conquered by their expressions of not being afraid of being scalded by boiling water.

"Your Highness, if you want to punish us, punish us as your attendants." Lei Geng looked into Lingol's eyes and said with a playful smile: "Anyway, according to the rules of the Purple Palace, our punishment for skipping classes is to serve as a bachelor." Our servants or Sir Hoffa's retainers will follow you as well!"

Ringor found that he couldn't refute Lei Geng's words.

He couldn't really stubbornly refuse the help of his good friends. After all, they were actually his arms. Long Zell had Long Zell's blood-sworn brothers. He treated Hoffa and the others almost the same as Valar and Rey. So now Varese's five fingers are integrated into one body and are indestructible. He will also have his own blood-sworn brothers in the future, and Lei Gen and Alarion will definitely become important members of them, and will most likely become one of the Five Fingers in the future.

After thinking for a while, Ringol finally made up his mind.

He needs to change his temper, and perhaps accepting the followers of his two friends is the beginning.

After making up his mind, Lingol still said awkwardly: "Okay."

Before he finished speaking, Lei Gen almost jumped up, with an expression as if his trick had succeeded: "Alarion, just look at me and say that His Highness will not refuse us this time."

"But I have a request."

"Please tell me." Alarion seemed much more stable than Lei Geng at this time. For the two of them who were familiar with Ringor, it was already extraordinary that Ringor could make such a "concession". A rare situation. It even suggests that Ringo may have changed his usual habits.

is a good thing.

"Three points." Ringol looked at his two friends seriously: "First, the rules you must abide by at home must also be followed outside. Don't break the rules unless necessary."

Alarion nodded, and he would have felt strange if Ringol hadn't said this.

"Second, I am currently in exile by my father. My name is not Ringol Vareses, but Regon Silverblood. Regon, I'm sorry, I used your name."

Ringor apologized to Rei Geng sincerely.

Regon didn't care. Anyway, his name "Regen" itself was a homophonic variation of Ringol's High Valyrian. However, Regon felt that he should change his name. After all, the surname Kaon is very popular nowadays. Westeros is also a well-known surname for a great noble.

"So I am now a wandering knight, you guys"

"Hey, Your Highness, oh, no, good sir." Lei Geng patted his chest. They had considered this issue before they escaped, and a friend helped them.

Although the eldest son of Lyn Vartaken, Robert Vartaken, the prude Loras Tarly of the Tully family, and the young Renly Cavron of the Cavlan family did not run out with them, they Provided them with many "bad ideas".

For example, false identities and false names, that is what Loras Tully is specialized in. He received a secret mission from his aunt Diana. If Lei Gen guessed correctly, he guided himself with all his age and martial arts skills. The right young man to come out and follow Ringol was the mission Loras Tully received from Lady Diana. Although the name and nickname he gave made both young men disgusted, it did give them a lot of inspiration.

for example

"I am Hargo the Falcon." Regon knew that it was best not to give him a Westeros name because of his obvious Valyrian appearance, nor to give him a high Valyrian name, so he chose a name in A very common name among the Valyrians brought over by Ronzel. "My father is the falconer brought by Lord Longzell. He saved some money and planned to let me become a knight. Sir, your father took me in and asked me to be your squire."

Of course, the nickname was changed, after all, the prude Tully was originally named "Liar" Hago.

"I'm Roger the Bold." Alarion said his pseudonym. He was different from Lei Gen. Although his face was not bad, it was a typical frontier face, not even Hoffa. He has a unique appearance, so he doesn't need to be too deliberate about his identity and background, nor does he even need to think of a background introduction for his nickname like Lei Geng.

Ringol didn't know what to say.

It seems that what his father said is right, he does need more experience, otherwise even in front of these friends and retainers who will become his arms in the future, his "wisdom" and "ability" will be somewhat inadequate.

"Finally, if you are in danger, I will tell you to run, and you are not allowed to disobey me."

Ringol looked firmly at Rhaegon and Alarion.

This is his bottom line.

Rhaegon and Alarion looked at each other and saw determination in each other's eyes.

The old and new gods and Prince Longzell are on top. If there really is a danger that the three of them cannot solve, even if their families are put aside, they are still friends of Lingol and "retainers" who have received his favor.

How could they abandon Lingol and escape first?

However, the two of them finally nodded in agreement.

When Lei Geng took off Lingol's armor and put it on his horse despite his objections.

Dragon Nest City, Dragon Lair.

Xinge hesitated in the huge hole of the dragon's lair a little irritably and uneasily, as if he was ready to fly out, but as if he was blocked by something, he could only spin around in circles in the hole.

Wormisor lazily poked his head out of his lair, looked at the person standing in front of Xinge, roared decisively, and went back to sleep.

Because that person is Long Zell.

Long Zell just stood in front of Xinge. Xinge, who had grown into a huge beast, was stunned and did not dare to fly out directly.

"Quiet, Xing Ge." Long Ze scolded.

But Xing Ge still yelled at Long Zell a few times a little anxiously, and did not fully comply with the arrangements of this dangerous "similar". After all, he was not his partner and had no right to order him.

Long Zell didn't understand what Xing Ge meant, but he could roughly guess what Xing Ge was roaring about. It was Ringo's companion dragon. After being domesticated, it had a very close relationship with Ringo. Leaving the range of Dragon Nest City and Summer Hall, the dragon felt it and wanted to fly out to find its partners. But he was stopped by Long Zell.

"Okay, okay." Long Zell sighed. He also knew that he shouldn't be too harsh on his silly little dragon. "Don't worry, I will let you go find that stupid boy if necessary."

Long Zell stretched out his hand, as if there was some magic power. Xing Ge tilted his head. The anxiety and anger just now suddenly disappeared. The huge saucer-shaped horn crown slightly pushed Long Zell's stretched out hand. Xing Ge tilted his head. Then he slowly turned his head, climbed a few steps, flapped his dragon wings, and flew back to his cave.

Long Zell looked at his hand. He was aware of his own bloodline. No matter where Lingol went, he could sense it and know whether he was in danger.

"Lingol, my stupid son." Long Zell suddenly smiled: "I hope you won't disappoint me."

Collection of horses.

This was a fairly lively market in the territory of Fulutun. The wealthy knights who owned this land keenly realized that an opportunity to make a fortune was coming after they learned that Ago's khalasar had established a settlement nearby.

So the wise knight took the initiative to spend money to build an inn, stables and tavern in the village in front of the castle. He even personally led the people to build a dirt road connected to the bone road, just to attract businessmen to gather here.

He also specially brought wine and gifts to the settlement, established a relationship with the Dothraki old men and women who stayed there, and was able to steadily exchange horses from there.

As time went by, although the wealthy knight was almost reduced to begging on the street, he eventually turned around and became rich thanks to the prosperity of the horse collection.

"bite"

After hammering in the last nail, the stable owner carefully inspected the shoe he had just nailed.

Not bad, it seems that the hand is not raw yet.

The stable owner wiped his sweat and looked up at the edge of the market town. It's not the season for horses to go on sale. The Dothraki and other horse dealers haven't raised a new batch of horses yet, and their market town is quite deserted now.

Have guests?

On the dirt road leading to the Bone Road in the market town, three dusty young men slowly emerged from the edge of sight. The leading boy was wearing a riding suit that looked pretty good. He seemed to be the young master of that family, or a good knight who was visiting other lords. The two people next to him were also very young, one walking and the other riding a horse, but they also walked into the market town slowly.

The destination seemed to be his own stable.

The owner of the stable hurriedly lowered his head, pretending to be busy with other things, but his eyes still secretly glanced at the three boys.

Yes, the clothes of these three little guys seemed to be made of good materials and exquisitely made. The owner of the stable also noticed the sword on Lingol's waist and the things on the empty horse's back.

Wait, horses?

The owner of the stable only then noticed what he had overlooked. Those three horses were all top-notch horses, which could only be seen in big cities like Summer Hall and Silver Crown City, as well as the castles of noble lords such as Young Deer City and Black Harbor.

What does this mean?

The stable owner was ecstatic, which could only mean one thing, that these three young men were at least the offspring of a noble. Although they didn't know what they were doing, they must be very rich.

Even if they didn't have money, as long as they sold the horses, they could make a lot of money.

Merchants from the north liked the horses produced in the border areas very much, and they were willing to pay a high price to buy horses that could be sold and those that could not be sold.

Lingol glanced at the market town. Compared with the market outside the Silver Blood Army Manor he had been to, this market town was very simple, and there were even few goods. Even the horses in the stable looked a little "unsightly".

But there was no way, they couldn't let the war horses they brought out carry their equipment.

The stable owner didn't expect that the silver-haired boy was so eloquent, and he seemed to be an expert. He originally planned to sell three pack horses to them at the price of 620 silver deer per horse, but in the end, under Regen's sharp words and Lingol's intimidating eyes.

The stable owner compromised.

"Take a look." Lei Geng lowered his voice and approached the stable owner and said, "Do you think the hoofs of these three horses are the same as you said?"

"And the breed." Lingol looked at Lei Geng and finally lowered his voice: "You told us that this is a purebred frontier heavy draft horse, but both the coat color and hoof are..."

"Okay, okay, seven levels of hell." The stable owner wailed, knowing that his plan to squeeze some money out of these three guys today was probably going to fail. "Three young masters, ah, no." The stable owner noticed that among the three teenagers, Lingol, who was wearing a sword, was the most respected.

"Good Sir, please let me go, 530 silver deer per horse, no lower." The stable owner was crying and selling misery. "Although these three old horses are a little older, they are also very strong and have a bad temper. Look, look." The stable owner patted the horses one by one, and there was indeed no movement.

"Be obedient, five hundred and three, no less, I will also prepare horseshoes for you, my good sergeant, if it is any lower, I can't even afford to buy gifts for those barbarians."

Ringol frowned when he heard the word "barbarian".

"Three horses, one price, fourteen thousand." Regen reported the psychological bottom line of the stable owner. "My sergeant has to go a long way to visit Lord Creggan in Winterfell. Your packhorse is so old, if there is a problem, it will be my sergeant who will suffer the loss." Regen said in an unquestionable tone.

The stable owner struggled for a while.

In the end, the deal was made.

He bit the golden dragon handed over by Ringol and checked the portrait on the golden dragon. The stable owner suddenly frowned.

The portrait on the golden dragon is not King Aegon on the throne, not the face-to-face profile of Prince Longzel and King Aegon, nor the most circulated King Viserys and King Jaehaerys.

It is the portrait of King Jacaerys with an iron sword and crown.

This kind of gold dragon is rare. It is a gold coin minted before the gold dragon, which is called "two-headed coin", was minted.

It is mainly produced from the royal mints of Midsummer Hall and Silver Crown City. Some have also been minted in the royal mints of Casterly Rock, White Harbor and King's Landing. However, the amount minted is not large in general.

It seems that my guess is right. These three teenagers are indeed of some status.

But shouldn't these young nobles with status spend money like water? They haggled with me for a long time just for four more gold dragons.

The stable owner looked at the backs of the three people leaving and felt like crying.

"By the way, boss." Lingol suddenly turned around and looked at the stable owner.

"Please don't call them "barbarians" anymore." Lingol said in a serious tone. Then he turned around and continued walking.

This made the stable owner confused for a while.

Barbarian? What's wrong with this word? He remembered that the Dothraki and the ancestors did not hate this name.

It was really inexplicable.

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