"Eyrie City?" The Hound asked confusedly. After all, the situation in King's Landing is still unclear. Why send him to the valley at this time?
Corleone did not look back, but nodded slightly. "Randal Tarly sent someone to send news that Sansa did not return to King's Landing as planned, but instead forced them to go to the Eyrie in order to persuade Lysa Tully to gain support from the valley."
Hearing this, the hunting dog frowned. "I have met that woman Lysa Tully several times, and she is always crazy."
"And...
"And now the real Power Broker of the Eyrie has become Petyr Baelish." Corleone took the words, and the sunlight poured in from behind him, shrouding half of his face in shadow.
"That guy always misses Sansa and her mother. This time Sansa goes to the Vale by herself. He will never give up easily, so I want you to go there yourself."
"Women are always easily carried away by love, let alone a stupid woman like Lysa Tully.
"My fiancée is willing to risk her own life for the benefit of the Seven Kingdoms. Naturally, as a husband, I cannot stand by and watch."
When he said this, his tone was still calm, but the hunting dog heard the weight in it.
"I understand." The hunting dog nodded solemnly. "I'll go get ready and leave immediately."
With that said, he turned to leave.
"Wait."
Corleone's voice came from behind, and then, a black shadow flew straight towards the hound's face.
The hunting dog reacted very quickly and firmly grasped the object.
It was cold and heavy in my hand. When I lowered my head, I saw a Longsword with a scabbard. The Ruby inlaid on the hilt shone with a dull luster.
Miss Empty.
"This is not for you."
Corleone raised the corners of his mouth slightly and explained, "I have notified Lyn Corbray and asked him to go with you."
The hunting dog frowned again. "That Vale men?"
"Kingsguard."
Corleone corrected. "Our manpower is severely lacking now. Yego led a team of people to the riverlands to keep an eye on the Frey family. Rorge will stay in King's Landing to maintain order."
"Lyn Corbray was born in the Vale. His elder brother is Earl of Heart City. He is now the Kingsguard and holds the title of the Iron Throne."
"If he can persuade the lords of the valley to cooperate with you, even if Petyr Baelish wants to do harm to Sansa and the others, it will be difficult."
"This sword originally belonged to him, so I won't have much use holding it."
Corleone spread his hands and looked indifferent. "Valyria steel is precious, but I never like to owe favors. Lyn lost to me in Ring of Order and staked the sword. Now I need his help, so naturally I want to return the sword."
The hunting dog grinned and said, "You never make a loss-making business."
"Thank you." Corleone bowed slightly, as if accepting some kind of praise.
The hunting dog inserted Ms. Kongji into the scabbard on his waist. The size was just right, as if the sword was meant to be hung on his body.
"Any other instructions?"
"Be careful when you arrive in the Vale. Petyr Baelish has been able to survive in King's Landing for more than ten years because of more than just his smiling face. Now that he has established a foothold in the Vale, it shows that he is more difficult to deal with than we thought."
"I know." The hound's voice deepened. "I will keep an eye on him."
"More than just staring at him."
Corleone turned around and said in a serious tone, "Protect Sansa, she is my fiancée."
"Nothing will happen to her."
The hunting dog's tone was decisive. "I promise."
Corleone looked at him for a moment, then nodded.
"Go ahead."
The hunting dogs left about an hour later.
Corleone sat behind the desk writing furiously, sometimes frowning slightly, as if thinking about some difficult problem.
Boom, boom, boom.
There was a knock on the door, and the rhythm was a little faster than usual.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open, and Rorge strode in with a gloomy face.
"My lord."
"As expected, the Braavos man... ran away."
"Tell me more details."
"Yes!" Rorge straightened his back and reported loudly, "That guy seemed to know that we would be disadvantageous to him. As soon as House of Order came out, he changed several carriages. Later, after entering Silk Street, he put on makeup several times and walked out among a group of prostitutes."
"Our people followed him all the way to the dock area, but there were too many people. The boy turned into an alley and never came out again. The brothers searched for half an hour, but couldn't find even a shadow."
After Rorge finished speaking, he lowered his head, as if waiting for scolding.
However, Corleone just put down his quill and leaned on the back of the chair, his black eyes showing no emotion.
"If you run away, just run away."
Rorge was stunned, his eyes full of confusion. "Sir? Are you not angry?"
"After that guy goes back, Tiejinku will know that Naho was killed by us. Then...
","What can they do?"
Corleone interrupted him, raising the corner of his mouth slightly. "Sending troops to attack King's Landing? They don't have the strength, and the Iron Bank does not have an army."
"Lending money to our enemies? They're already doing it."
As he spoke, he knocked on the table and analyzed in an extremely calm tone. "Anyway, spending so much time to kill Emissary will not have any effect. Instead, it will make the Iron Bank determined to fight us to the end."
Corleone said it easily, but Rorge took a step forward with great eagerness.
"What to do with the debt?"
"Sir, all the money we can get now is only more than 300,000 Gold Dragon. There is no way we can fill the hole of 1.5 million Gold Dragon."
"Tywin Lannister is still in bed, and even if he wakes up he will not lend us money...
,"Why should I pay back the money Petyr Baelish borrowed?" Corleone interrupted him again, with a meaningful smile on his lips.
Rorge was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes gradually lit up.
"You mean...
"Since you can't solve the debt, then solve the creditor."
"But you just said that there is no point in killing Emissary... Oh! Do you want to...
Rorge seemed to have thought of something. His eyes widened and the boss exclaimed in disbelief. Then he immediately lowered his voice and said, "You... are you planning to attack the Iron Bank?"
"But my lord, I heard that the Iron Bank is very powerful in Braavos. Nine Free Cities people owe them debts. Even the King of the Sea has to look at their faces!"
He swallowed and continued, "Our manpower is so tight now. Over in the Riverlands, Yego is leading a team of people to keep an eye on Frey. The Hound and Lyn have just left, and the golden robes cannot leave King's Landing...
"With all due respect, there is no way we can organize an army to fight across the Narrow Sea!"
Everything he said made sense, but Corleone laughed.
"Who said I have to do it myself?"
As he said that, he picked up the parchment full of words on the table, dried the ink on it, and said quietly, "How many people were there when Aegon Targaryen raised an army to conquer the seven the Seven Kingdoms?"
"Three thousand people? Five thousand people? They are still invincible."
"Things that humans cannot do...
Corleone paused, raised his head and looked at Rorge, a glimmer of light flashed in his black eyes.
"Dragon can."
"Dragon?!!" Rorge's breath froze. "But we don't have a dragon!"
"We don't have one, but someone does, and there's more than one."
"You mean...
Corleone did not answer, but just handed the rolled up sheepskin to Rorge.
"Go and give this to Barristan Selmy Ser for me, and have him deliver it to Queen Daenerys Your Majesty."
"Just say... this is the first gift I prepared for Queen Your Majesty as an ally!"
Hearing this, Rorge took the parchment and unfolded it carefully.
His eyes scanned the words on the paper, and his pupils shrank slightly.
Half a month later.
Meereen.
The Great Pyramid glows with ancient golden luster in the afternoon sun. From here you can overlook the entire city and the sparkling Slaver's Bay in the distance.
However, Daenerys Targaryen did not appreciate the beautiful scenery outside the window, but stared directly at the letter in front of her.
She read the words in the letter so many times that she could almost memorize them, but they kept beating in front of her eyes like a flame!
Dear Queen Daenerys Targaryen Your Majesty:
We have never met, but Barristan Ser brings your courage and kindness.
Your feat in Slaver's Bay makes me, a Farmer who climbed up from the mud in the riverlands, sincerely admire you.
But what I want to say is that your sword cuts off visible shackles, and what you are about to face is another invisible but equally greedy and even tougher chain.
This is what I want to share with you about the disturbing commonalities between "slave owners" and "capitalists."
Please allow me to start with a piece of ancient history.
the Conqueror Before Aegon landed in Westeros, most of Essos was ruled by Valyria the Dragon Lords of the Freehold.
They used blood Magic and dragon flames to drive slaves to build long bridges and towers.
At that time, slavery was naked, and one person completely owned the flesh and blood of another person, even his descendants.
This is the system you are destroying.
However, after the fall of Valyria, Braavos, which rose from its ashes, announced the abolition of slavery, but the real slavery did not disappear, but only changed its form.
Slave owners were replaced by capitalists, chains were replaced by IOUs, and whips were replaced by interest.
You may have heard the Iron Bank's motto. "The Iron Bank cannot afford to default."
They never threaten to burn your castle, they just make your enemies wear armor you can't afford, make merchants refuse your silver, and make Mercenary turn your spears around.
The Yunkai slave masters you liberated hired the Second Sons and the Stormcrows to fight against you, and the backends of these Mercenary groups were often bankers from a certain free city-state.
Let me put it more clearly, Your Majesty.
A slave owner would say, "You belong to me because your body is my property."
A capitalist would say, "You belong to you, but you owe me a debt, so your labor, your time, and your future must all generate profits for me."
Slave owners used whips to force slaves to pay for nothing.
Capitalists use money to force a free man to work until the last day of his life.
Just like the princes and wealthy merchants you are fighting against in Meereen, they marry slave owners and transform each other.
A slave owner could become a banker at any time by selling his slaves to the highest bidder and using the money to lend money.
A banker can also become a slave owner if the debtor cannot pay his debts.
But please note that I am not blaming all businessmen or bankers, Your Majesty.
Fair transactions and honest lending are the important blood of civilization.
But forces such as the Iron Bank of Braavos and similar forces have transcended the category of "intermediary".
They manipulated war and peace to ensure that no one defaulted on their debts, financed both sides to prolong the war indefinitely, and controlled coinage and food prices to turn entire city-states into their debt colonies.
So, as you prepare to cross the Narrow Sea and seize the Iron Throne that belongs to your ancestors, the enemies you have to face are not just the remnants of the Lannister, Tyrell, or Baratheon.
What you are facing is an invisible empire composed of gold, contracts and interest.
I will not talk about ideals in this letter. Dragon flames can melt iron chains and melt stone vault doors. The following are some of my crude opinions on how to eliminate greedy capitalists...
I look forward to discussing these issues with you in person one day.
May the name "Liberator" ring in the ears of every oppressed person, and may the dragon flame illuminate the long night of every enslaved person!
Your loyal friend.
Acting Hand of the King, finance minister of the seven countries Vito·Corleone.
"Vito·Corleone..
Daenerys muttered silently, gently stroking the unfamiliar signature with her fingers.
No one had ever written such a letter to her.
"Your Majesty?"
Jorah Mormont stood at the desk, frowning.
"You have been reading it for a long time." He reminded softly, "What exactly does the letter say?"
Daenerys did not answer immediately, but first placed the parchment on the table and flattened it gently with her palms, and then placed a stone on it, as if to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.
"Have you ever heard of the term... capitalist"?"
Jorah was stunned for a moment and shook his head honestly. "No, is it a new official position in a city-state in Essos?"
"It's not an official position." Daenerys interrupted him, raising the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a smile that Jorah couldn't understand.
"A kind of... slave owner."
"Slave owners?" Hearing this, Jorah's confusion deepened. "But you said that slave owners are those villains who trade living people as livestock. I was also raped by Ed Stark because of my dealings with those people...
"Yes, I said it." Daenerys stood up and walked around the desk to the window.
The setting sun shines in from the direction of Slaver's Bay, her long silver-gold hair is gently fluttering in the breeze, and her purple eyes are looking to the northwest at this moment.
I thought about it for a long time.
Daenerys suddenly turned around and strode outside.
"Where are you going, Your Majesty?" Jorah quickly followed.
Daenerys didn't stop.
"Braavos!"
Her voice echoed in the empty corridor, startling a group of seagulls perched on the stone railing outside the window.
Jorah was stunned, almost thinking he heard wrongly.
"Bra... Braavos?"
He chased after him instinctively. "But... but Your Majesty! Our army is not capable of reaching that place yet, and Sea King once promised to provide you with support...
, Daenerys stopped at the end of the corridor, turned around and stared directly at Jorah.
In the distance, three giant beasts hovered in the sky, roaring lowly from time to time, as if responding to their master's determination from afar.
"I have a dragon!"