"I'm not sure if this is Shadow Shandorke's famous weapon, but this is indeed an arakh scimitar made by Valyrian steel."
As far as Titus knows, Essos has seen two roaring samurai scimitars made of corrugated steel.
One, of course, is the one assigned to Shan Duoke by House Rogare; second, a mercenary captain in Windblown,
In the hands of the future "Corpse Slayer" Kago.
That was the rude and aggressive Dothraki, who worked hard for the leader of Windblown, "Prince Ji Yi".
I don't know how he, Dothraki, broke away from his khalasar?
Windblown is a large mercenary group operating in Free Cities, with two thousand mounted soldiers and infantry.
Its first and only commander was the Prince of Tattered Clothes. He was over sixty years old, and only he knew his real name. The prince's subordinates sometimes liked to call him "The Tattered King".
This "Prince of Clothes" or "King of Rags" has quite a lot of background, and is not at the same level as the "Beggar King" like Viserys.
According to the tradition of Pentos, when their merchants or farmers are in bad times, the prince of Pentos will be pulled out to be executed and sacrificed to appease the anger of the gods.
It's not much different from a money tree or something like that. It can be regarded as a unique local transfer ceremony.
The current prince passed away, and Prince Kanyi, who was only 23 years old, was elected as the new prince of Pentos by the governors at the time. Prince Kanyi did not dare to accept the invitation of the governors, and was unwilling to accept such a fate. He chose to leave Disputed Lands and never returned to his hometown Pentos.
During this process, he successively joined Second Sons, Iron Shield Group and Mu Girl Group, and finally founded Windblown with five other people. Among the six founders of Windblown, he is the only one who survives to this day.
Windblown naturally became his.
The prince's rags were also of great origin.
His cloak is made of fabrics of different colors. It is not something new and unconventional like the Tyrosh people. All these fabrics were cut and sewn from the enemy's robe after the prince personally killed the enemy----
Titus is not too obsessed with the authenticity of the origin of this knife. Anyway, it is made by Wagang.
He held the bone handle with his right hand and gently took out the scimitar.
He waved the scimitar casually, and the sound of the blade cutting through the air was both sharp and harsh. This was because Hei Earl had not yet communicated with Gino how to use the arakh scimitar.
The scimitar favored by this roaring warrior is cast to look half like a sword and half like a sickle. It can be regarded as a strange weapon of Essos.
The captain of the guard also tried to play with it, but this time, he didn't throw it around again.
Wenda played a trick with a knife, and the movements were very saucy, but unfortunately the knife was too big and looked a bit nondescript in her hand.
She seemed to have felt it herself. She stopped playing and listened to Earl say, "Varys also played a "matryoshka" trick with me."
Titus leaned on the edge of the table, supported the tabletop with both hands, and smiled in a good mood, "Dragon Egg's gift is a corrugated steel knife, and the gift of the corrugated steel knife is a slave who uses the knife."
Wenda was also happy when he heard what Earl said.
"Maybe this is Essos's custom of giving gifts? A good knife comes with a good knife hand? However, we don't like to use slaves here - who did they send here?"
Titus saw her happy and laughed out loud.
"Then treat him as a guard or a bodyguard? The person who was sent should belong to the low-profile imitator of Shadow Shan Duo Ke."
The female guard who accompanies Earl every day has long been desensitized to these new words and is no longer easily surprised. She just asked strangely, "Why is it a low-end version?"
Titus answered her very seriously, "Because the mute giant Shan Duoke won a hundred battles in total in Meereen's arena. He even singled out a long-winged dragon whose wings were artificially cut off with stones he picked out from under the sand."
If this is true, it's really awesome.
"----And where is this bodyguard who can use a knife given to me by our Minister of Intelligence and Governor Pentos?
He is not a mute, but he is not very good at speaking the Common Tongue dialect of Westeros, and he has only won forty-nine games in Slaver's Bay, and has never challenged the record of a long pterosaur - even a small species - which makes his record and performance far inferior to his seniors."
Wenda is interested, but not everyone can win so many games in a row in the arena.
"What is the name of this Essos person?"
Titus's tone was calm, as if he was introducing an ordinary artifact. "A tall, bald man nicknamed Strong Man. You can think of him as a strong warrior fighting Varys."
Wenda tilted his head and blinked his right eye.
Ah, the image of a feminine eunuch who speaks in a pretentious and effeminate manner is really eye-catching - totally! Not at all! Can't "fight" at all!?
"I really can't imagine what kind of person that is——"
Titus hugged the waist of the female knight with her own vest line and laughed.
"I'll take you to see him right now."
Starpike's Sergeant's Mess.
A strong man with brown skin and dressed as a slave sat alone on a long table and was eating frantically. He wore an iron hoop around his neck, which did not affect the speed of his eating at all.
The long wooden table was covered with food, including roasted wild boar legs, mountains of wheat cakes, bacon soaked in grease, and pots of ale.
The heat and aroma intertwined and filled half of the hall.
The strong slave man with a shiny head picked up the big piece of meat from the plate, chewed it with his mouth open, and quickly swallowed all kinds of high-calorie food.
He has a strong body, and his arms, which are as thick as tree trunks, have muscles that swell and bulge like iron. Every big bite can cause those fat-packed muscles to tremble slightly.
The bald man only wore a simple short brown cloth, which could barely cover his waist. His broad chest and round Big Belly were all exposed, and they were covered with criss-crossing scars-
Some are scars that are so deep that the bones are visible, and some are hideous and dangerous puncture wounds. Various scars are layered on top of each other, like a letter of war engraved on the skin, telling the blood of the past.
The strong man had no etiquette when eating. He grabbed half a piece of wheat cake with one hand, broke it into pieces and stuffed it into his mouth. With the other hand, he tore strips of meat from the wild boar's leg. The soup flowed from the corner of his mouth and dripped on the scar on his chest. However, he didn't even notice. He just swallowed quickly, as if he wanted to store everything on the table in his body.
Captain Wenda stood at the door of the restaurant, looking at this scene, frowning slightly, and asked Master Earl in front of him doubtfully, "His former master, did he abuse him?"
He looked like he was devouring food like he hadn't been full for a long time, and the wounds on his body were also very concerning.
"It's not abuse."
Titus shook his head slightly, his eyes fell on the strong man who was enjoying his meal, and his tone was calm.
"His name is Belvos, known as Belvos the Strong," and he was a gladiator in Meereen Arena.
And he really looks a lot like Varys. I'm not saying he's bald, but he's also a castrated eunuch----
I guess that before he became a gladiator, he might have received training on Unsullied"----"
Slaver's Bay's Meereen is famous overseas for its grand competitions and animal fighting performances. In the ring-shaped Colosseum made of colorful bricks, slave gladiators fought for their lives, pleasing the great lords and people of the city-state.
Astapor, also located in Slaver's Bay, is famous for producing the "Unsullied" corps.
"In short, he lives by fighting. He competed there more than 40 times and never lost a single fight."
Titus's voice is a bit playful.
"And when every duel is about to end, he will leave an opportunity for his opponent to chop him before dying."
Wenda's heart was slightly shaken. When he looked at the scars on "Strong Belwas"'s body, he couldn't understand the origin of these injuries.
That was not caused by abuse, but a mark earned by "mercy" in the arena.
Each scar corresponds to a victory, a final relief given to the opponent, and recognition of the fellow fighters who fought to the point of death.
"After Meereen's gladiator career ended, he was sold to Qohor by Meereen's great master."
Titus continued, watching Belworth drink another large pot of ale.
"It's a pity that he is so good at eating. One meal is worth ten Unsullied's rations. Qohor's stingy businessman got tired of him and sold him to Pentos."
As one of the nine Free Cities, Pentos outlawed slavery after the war with Braavos, but secretly, there are still many wealthy people who privately purchase "free slaves" to drive them.
Belworth, who went around and ran around Essos, is obviously one of them.
"In Pentos, he was purchased by our friend's friend Illyrio Governor Mopatis."
My friends knew that I always admire brave and courageous warriors, so they sent him over with the "Shadow" sword.
As you said, a good knife goes with a good hand. This "Bai Tou"'s ability to use a knife is probably not much worse than his ability to eat."
At this time.
Belwas, whose belly was bulging and eighty percent full, seemed to notice the gazes of the two men. He stopped eating and raised his head toward them.
Seeing this, the two simply walked over.
Belworth's face is broad, with no beard, and his eyes don't need to be particularly expressive. They have a sinister look, but thanks to his simple and honest expression, they are somewhat less evil.
When he saw Titus and Wenda approaching, there was no timidity or too much awe on his face, only a kind of calmness and indifference.
He wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth, grabbed another piece of wheat cake to go with the meat, lowered his head again, and continued to enjoy his meal, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.
Wenda looked at this giant man with scars all over his body and an astonishing appetite, and thought to himself:
As long as this guy can really fight, he can stay and observe. Anyway, Starpike is not short of this food ration.
Titus seemed to have read through her thoughts and said with a smile, "With his huge size and fearless personality, he is very suitable to be the kind of human shield bodyguard that protects his master from open guns and hidden arrows."
Wenda looked at Earl in confusion. Relying on the deep understanding between the two of them, she was keenly aware that Master Titus seemed to have other intentions.
"I may transfer Rosso Brune to other places in the future. Then, you will be short of a Platoon captain. Maybe - you can try this bald gladiator -"
Titus revealed half the answer to the mystery.
Captain Wenda gave Lady Earl a strange look. He didn't know what she was thinking. He always liked to tell her weird things like "bald heads are the hairstyle of strong men".
Titus didn't take it seriously and said to the strong man who was immersed in meat again, "And Belwas's loyalty seems to be bought with sufficient and delicious food?"
As soon as he finished speaking, as if he heard his name, Belwas raised his head and faced the direction of Titus, grinning with a ferocious smile.
There was no malice in that smile, just the recognition of a well-fed, pot-bellied man towards his new master.
At least this master is a man of plenty, and is much better than his predecessor who was just a stickler.
Titus knows that this person understands what they are saying, but he is not yet able to converse as fluently as person Westeros.
Smiling, he planned to remove the unsightly iron collar first, and then let Belwas try the enlarged version of the arakh scimitar.
The two are extremely matched in size and temperament.
Wenda wearing the long sword "Lady Forlorn"----
Dodge carrying the giant sword "Heartsbane"----
In the future, Belvos may use the "Shadow" Scimitar and fight for him----
The "Wagang Guards" team of Master Earl has unknowingly begun to take shape.
"Strong Man" Belworth: