Ironborn's voice sounded again, "Even if you are from House Martell, so what? This is not Dorne, and it's not your turn to show off."
The girl threw out a heavy money bag, which was full of golden Gold Dragon. "I have urgent matters and don't have time to stay here with you."
Because of Euron's order, Ironborns cannot plunder at will in Oldtown. In addition, Oldtown is an extremely developed port city with extremely high prices, so Ironborn's life is very difficult.
The few Ironborn guarding the gate were stunned when they saw so many Gold Dragon, but this did not stop them from continuing to speak harshly, "Humph, get out of here, I don't think there are any big shots on your carriage."
The girl drove the carriage, passed City Gate smoothly, and continued northward along Roseroad.
After walking for a while, Samwell couldn't help but patted the carriage and tentatively shouted, "Laresa?"
The carriage stopped immediately, and a beautiful girl with short hair opened the door and threw a few pieces of dry bread to Sam, "What are you doing? Are you hungry? I only have this, you can make do with it."
Samwell was startled by her, "Who are you? Where is Laresa?"
The girl took out a human skin mask and said with a smile, "I am Laresa, ah, my real name is Rhaella Shad, and I am the fourth illegitimate daughter of Prince Oberyn."
Rhaella Shad leaned against the car and looked at Samwell inside, "Can't you tell, you are quite important? You can make such a big noise."
City Gate's search intensity was far beyond Rhaella's expectations. It gave the impression that Citadel had not lost two apprentices, but had lost a senior bachelor who had mastered the secret...
Samwell took out his few books, "Probably because I took a few books..."
"Pfft, what's the importance of a few shabby books? Citadel lacks everything except books. Let me see, what did you take... "Artillery Forging Guide"? Artillery?! Did you steal Citadel's top secret?"
Rhaella Shad felt that the book in his hand was extremely hot and threw it to Samwell again, "Did you know that if you steal this book, you will be publicly rewarded by Citadel? Even your family will be implicated! I used a pseudonym and they can't trace it, but you have always used your real name! Hey!"
Samwell looked at the "Artillery Forging Guide" in his arms, "I just think that artillery can help Night's Watch deal with White Walkers..."
Rhaella Shad rolled his eyes, "Okay, I know you want to help House Stark, and White Walkers... forget it, let's continue on our way."
The basement of the Alchemists' Guild has begun to be renovated. All the rooms used to make Wildfire have been demolished and will soon be transformed into a huge forging furnace and several laboratories for preparing Blackfyre medicine.
Tysha sent a letter to Pentos, ordering the confidants stationed there to help purchase pyrite and saltpeter, and then asked them to be prepared to hand over government affairs to others and come to Westeros to help him.
More than 500 female cavalrymen were very excited when they heard the news. They were extremely happy that they could continue to follow Miss Tysha.
On this day, a special guest came to the port of King's Landing.
Gary, accompanied by Tyrion and Davos, personally received this visitor - the envoy of Iron Bank, Nahor Demitis.
In the garden of Red Keep.
After seeing Gary, Naho Demitis couldn't help but sigh, "A few months ago, when I first arrived at King's Landing, the person who received me at that time was still Cersei·Lannister. I didn't expect that King's Landing would change its owner so quickly."
He looked at Gary's young and handsome face, "His Majesty Luke had already captured King's Landing before receiving our funds. Such a strong strength makes me feel more at ease."
Gary looked at Blackwater Bay in the distance and asked, "How many Gold Dragon did the messenger bring this time?"
Nahor Demitis answered truthfully, "Five million. The remaining five million will arrive at King's Landing in three months."
Gary said in a deep voice, "The fifty Valyrian steel sword promised to the envoy have not been forged yet. We can only ask the envoy to come back for inspection in three months."
Naho Demitis waved his hand to show that he didn't care, "Your Majesty, I will stay in King's Landing to see with my own eyes who is the final winner of Westeros. The person who transported Gold Dragon for the second time is my boss, and he is the one who accepted Valyrian steel sword."
Davos then poured a few glasses of wine and handed them to everyone, "Your Majesty, the envoy seems to have the idea of customizing Valyrian steel plate armor."
Gary nodded and reminded Naho Demitis, "If the envoy has any needs in this regard, please inform me in advance. Otherwise, Valyrian steel will consume part of it in vain by adding the recasting process."
Naho Demitis asked thoughtfully, "Your Majesty, how many Valyrian steel swords can be exchanged for a piece of plate armor?"
Gary estimated, "Depending on the size of the wearer, it's probably between fifteen and twenty-five."
"The plate armor needs to be customized so that it fits properly. We can't find a buyer for the time being, that's all. Your Majesty might as well make them into steel swords."
Nahor Demitis raised his glass and said, "I wish your majesty to unify Seven Kingdoms as soon as possible."
Gary feels the growing power and is unwilling to state his true purpose of unifying Seven Kingdoms, "I hope so."
Davos As a member of Small Council, the financial minister of the King of the North is a very popular figure nowadays. Many Crownlands nobles and Vale nobles in King's Landing want to find opportunities to make friends with Davos.
Unfortunately, Davos is busy organizing the treasury and rarely appears outside.
The private residences of King's Landing and Davos.
"My lord! My lord!"
An attendant hurried into the study, shouting at a loss.
Davos thought it was another nobleman who sent the invitation letter, "Didn't I tell you? It's nothing particularly important, so don't bother me. Seeing how panicked you are, tell me, who is the big shot who sent the invitation letter?"
The attendant hurriedly shook his head, "No, sir. Gold Cloaks sent someone over to deliver a message, saying that they met a woman who claimed to be your wife in a slum outside the city..."
Davos stood up in shock, "How is that possible? Aren't Maria and the children in Cape Wrath's castle? Have you checked? Is it them?"
The attendant shook his head again, "No, as soon as I got the news, I rushed back and informed the Lord."
Davos couldn't sit still anymore. He put down the work at hand and said, "Prepare the carriage immediately and follow me out of the city!"
He mounted his war horse, asked his servants to drive the carriage, and followed him out of King's Landing.
Next to Kingsroad, at the entrance to the slum.
Several well-dressed Gold Cloaks were protecting a barefooted woman with a kind smile but extremely sloppy, and two equally dirty little boys.
Two boys were hiding behind the woman. One was about eight or nine years old, and the other was slightly younger, about five or six years old.
The woman tried her best to explain, "My lords, I did not lie to you. We are really the family of Sir Davos Seaworth."
Gold Cloaks resisted the stench of the woman's body, covered his nose and said, "If you are really Davos's family member, he will send someone to pick you up. If you are not..."
Davos was riding a horse and arrived belatedly. He turned over and hurriedly came to the woman. He personally wiped the black mud from her face and shouted in disbelief, "Maria? Is it really you? Why are you here?"
Maria cried with joy, "The castle is gone, and the child and I have no choice but to escape."
Davos hugged his wife and two sons and breathed a sigh of relief, "The castle will be gone if it is gone. Fortunately, you are okay."
The faces of the Gold Cloakss waiting here changed instantly, changing from their previous indifference to becoming very warm.
They wanted to take the opportunity to get close to the big tree Davos, "Sir Davos, let us escort you back."