Davion sheathed his sword, took the ale handed to him by the maid and drank it in one gulp, then wiped away the hot sweat from his body with a towel.
At this time, a guard came to report.
"Damn it, it's coming!"
He didn't even have time to put on his coat and hurried straight to the city gate.
Looking at the endless convoy of cars and cars of well-bred livestock, Davion's eyes instantly lit up with joy and he laughed heartily:
"Hahahaha! Tyrion, you are finally here!"
He strode to Tyrion's war horse, raised his hand and grabbed the opponent's collar directly, trying to lift the little man off the horse.
At this moment, the ten infantrymen behind Tyrion all took a step forward, and their murderous aura instantly broke out!
Their sharp eyes were locked on Davion, and they instantly entered a fighting state!
This group of soldiers wore minimalist white cotton and linen waistcoats and crotch cloth of the same material as their lower bodies. Their limbs were dark and lean, completely exposed.
Davion glanced sideways, frowned, and a brutal, savage, beast-like aura instantly erupted.
The ten infantrymen who had been so murderous just now were suddenly frightened by this sense of oppression and stopped in their tracks!
But it only took a moment for them to return to their killing state!
Tyrion, who was suspended in mid-air, originally wanted to play a trick and scream a few times, but sensing the tense atmosphere between the two sides, he quickly waved his hands and scolded:
"All of you, stand down! Don't be rude! This is your future master!"
Upon hearing the order, the ten soldiers did not hesitate and took two steps back in unison. They instantly restrained all their murderous intent and returned to their original positions.
Davion Looking at the extreme discipline and evil spirit of this team of soldiers, he could tell at a glance that they were the top elites, and he couldn't help but admire:
"Where did you find these people? They are definitely elite!"
Tyrion was held up by the collar, but still proudly crossed his arms, raised his chin, and hummed arrogantly.
"No! You owe me a huge favor this time!"
"Remember, the background of these soldiers is extremely terrifying!"
"Ever heard of Unsullied? This is it!"
"This is the world's top military unit recognized by the Narrow Sea!"
"Three thousand Unsullied once defended their position and resisted the mad attack of fifty thousand Dothraki cavalry. They fought bloody to the end and killed more than 12,000 barbarian warriors!"
"In the end, there were only 600 people left out of 3,000, but no one took a step back!"
"Those proud and barbaric Dothraki were completely defeated by this army. After their defeat, they all came to the battle line and cut off their long braids to show their respect and submission!"
"Even if I tell you about these foreign customs, you won't understand them. All you need to know is that they are the best among the best and the best among the best!"
"If I hadn't been lucky enough to meet a businessman from across the sea, I wouldn't have been able to buy this kind of top-notch combat power with money!"
Davion naturally knows the value of Unsullied in his heart.
They have gone through inhumane cruel training since childhood, been screened at every level, and fought bloody battles. After more than ten years of polishing, they can become top killing machines.
He looked at the ten elite soldiers in front of him and asked:
"How many Gold Dragon did you spend on this batch of Unsullied?"
Tyrion stretched out four stubby fingers:
"A total of four thousand Gold Dragon! Four hundred Gold Dragon per person, an absolutely sky-high price!"
Davion raised his eyebrows slightly and sighed secretly in his heart:
"The world's top military units are indeed very expensive!"
Even though there are only ten Unsullieds in front of you, their real combat power is terrifying, enough to cope with most of the current Harrenhal emergencies.
Except for encountering scenes such as a group charge of heavily armored cavalry, ordinary battles are almost unsolvable.
Even when facing light cavalry with full mobility, these ten Unsullied defended in formation and still had a very high chance of winning.
On this point, the fierce and bloodthirsty Dothraki has the most say.
Of all the cavalry in the world, Dothraki is definitely among the best!
Even tens of thousands of Dothraki cannot defeat three thousand Unsullied, which is enough to prove the dominance of this unit.
Davion looked at the elite team in front of him, and was extremely satisfied with Tyrion's sky-high gift.
He put Tyrion down, smiled and said:
"It's hard for you to travel all the way, Tyrion "Sir". Follow me into the city, and I will reward you well tonight."
Tyrion looked proud and raised his chin high:
"You have a conscience!"
I have been struggling for a full month for your manpower and supplies, and I personally selected every guard and animal."
"I can't guarantee anything else, but the loyalty of this group of people will definitely stand the test!"
"I believe this!"
Davion laughed loudly and praised:
"Those insidious and cunning people can't escape your wise eyes! No one in Westeros can see more clearly than you!"
"That's natural."
"There is no second dwarf smarter than me in this world!"
After finishing speaking, he changed the topic and talked about what he encountered on the road:
"Besides, if your goods can be delivered safely to Harrenhal, it all depends on me!"
"We started from King's Landing and took the waterway along Blackwater Rush, all the way to the west bank of Gods Eye. As soon as we landed at the dock at House Leygood, we were blocked there by their people!"
"When the other party heard that we were delivering goods to Harrenhal, they turned against each other on the spot and refused to let us through! In the end, I personally came forward to put pressure on them, and they finally gave in and let me go!"
Speaking of this, Tyrion looked at Davion with confusion on his face:
"What kind of feud did you have with House Leygood? They are too hostile to you!"
Davion shrugged lightly and said in a relaxed tone:
"It's nothing big. It's just that some time ago, we conveniently solved the problem of the head and heir of their family!"
"Wow?!"
Tyrion's eyes widened instantly and he said with an exaggerated expression:
"Isn't this nothing? That's the orthodox noble Earl! Davion. You are really getting more and more arrogant now. You even dare to kill the hereditary Earl directly?"
Davion also did not hide it, and told Tyrion all the grievances and grievances that House Leygood had about occupying the land, plundering the people, killing the tenants, and coming to provoke them.
After listening to the complete story, Tyrion nodded slowly, with a more solemn expression:
"Look at it this way, House Leygood is entirely to blame!"
"But having said that, you are too ruthless, uprooting me without leaving any room for me!"
"Aren't you afraid that House Tully will come to hold you accountable?"
Davion then told Edmure Tully's letter to persuade peace and the invitation for an interview, with some appreciation in his words:
"Edmure is a rare kind-hearted nobleman."
"Edmure? This is indeed what Edmure can do!"
Tyrion chuckled upon hearing this:
"I have met him several times. He is about the same age as me. He is bohemian and gentle in his behavior. At best, he is kind and generous. At worst, he is too naive and even a little stupid."
"But it's okay. This kind of character is more than enough to be a lord in peacetime."