Dominate the Game of Thrones with Mount and Blade

Chapter 36 Where are the remaining golden dragons?

Cyril's words made Arthur feel a little uncomfortable.

Was Cyril wrong to steal the golden dragon? He was indeed wrong.

Cyril was right to hope that his son would become a dragon. He just hoped that his son could become a talent.

However, since the aristocracy controlled most of the resources, the common people had no chance to get ahead.

Like the way of studying in the history of Daxia in the previous life, then becoming an official after learning well; joining the army, then being awarded a title for outstanding military exploits; or even self-castration, entering the palace to serve the emperor and his empress to improve the class, there are almost no ways in Westeros.

Even the two well-known low-born octopus spider Earl Varys and the finance minister Petyr Baelish, were not real commoners.

Varys has dragon blood, and he is probably a descendant of the Blackfyre family, a branch of the Targaryen family's illegitimate sons.

And Littlefinger Baelish is an aristocrat with a clear genealogy and clear territory, although he was a little shabby when he was a child.

Besides, Littlefinger has always represented the interests of the emerging business class on the east coast of Westeros, and there are many small nobles in the valley who have financial resources but no status to support him.

Of course, this kind of small noble should be called new lord, new noble, to distinguish it from the old nobles who only occupy the territory (similar to the concept of new money and old money).

And the mercenary Bronn and the onion knight Davos all fought for their lives, and such examples can be counted on one hand in the whole continent.

The real civilians in Westeros have almost no way to be promoted except to wear black clothes to be night watchmen and run to the Citadel to carry feces and urine pots for the senior maesters.

Born as civilians, civilians all their lives, without surnames, family emblems, family languages, and knights fighting for them.

No opportunity to receive education, no opportunity to receive maesters' medical treatment, no opportunity to pursue equality.

The degree of class solidification is comparable to that of a slave society.

Cyril was silent for a long time. Arthur walked over with a torch and saw that the old man tilted his head and stared, and he was dead.

"Alas! I hope you will be born into a good family in your next life." Arthur could only wish him this.

After closing the old man's eyes, he also sat on the chair and squinted for a while.

...

"They are back." The sleeping Arthur was awakened by Jules.

The lord picked up the sledgehammer and prepared to start.

A moment of sentimentality would not limit his performance.

It was almost dawn, and it was getting brighter outside, but the room was still dark enough to cover his vision.

The eight people hid by the wall, waiting for the gamblers to come in.

Arthur and Javier agreed to let this professional officer give the order to attack.

After all, Arthur only had amazing combat power, and his command had not been put into actual combat.

According to Jules's information, there were about nine spinach monks, six armored veterans plus Javier, and the hammer god Arthur, which was enough to deal with them.

Arthur had to slow down his movements to avoid leaving no one alive after a few hammers.

"Tamad, we have such bad luck today."

"John, your money has made us lose a lot again, you won't mind, will you?"

"How could that be? Making my brothers happy is the greatest meaning of my golden dragon."

"Is your old man okay?"

"If he dies, he dies. Who cares about a maggot in the basement?"

Just listening to the sporadic conversations outside, Arthur's blood pressure has risen.

That's my money, my golden dragon.

He shouted silently.

Creaky~

The wooden door trembled and opened, and two people walked in, followed by seven people, and half a day later, the last person came in.

After making sure there was no sound outside, Javier ordered the attack.

"Ouch, the shadow can hit people."

"I don't owe the casino money, why would someone come to collect debts?"

"Sir, this knight, hit my butt gently, my asshole is still useful."

In a few breaths, the ten defenseless people lay on the ground.

Arthur just broke the leg of a spinach monk, and the battle was over.

The lord looked back and forth and finally found John.

He was closest to the door, and it seemed that he was the last one to come in.

"Where is my golden dragon?" Arthur asked.

John was beaten hard, dizzy, squinting his eyes and looking at it for a long time before recognizing that this was his lord.

"Seven Gods, how did you find this place?" John did not answer Arthur's words, but screamed in horror.

After giving a look to the soldiers around him, Arthur sat on the chair and watched the soldiers hit John hard a few times.

"Don't hit, don't hit, I'll tell you, I'll tell you."

After the soldiers stopped moving their feet, John took a breath and said, "There are some in my shoes and some in my arms."

"Huh?" Arthur was furious, "Where are the rest?"

He keenly noticed the problem.

Because although the golden dragon is small, hundreds of them together are not small, and there are not many in the shoes and arms.

It seems to be only a few dozen.

"Some of the remaining money went to gambling debts, some was used to make my brothers happy, and some was lost last night." John groaned as he answered.

The soldier quickly searched John for all the gold royals, about thirty or forty.

"Seven hundred, that's all you have left? How did you spend it?"

Because of the abundance of resources, the per capita cost of living in Hejian is very low.

A civilian can fill his stomach with a few copper coins a day.

Arthur mobilized more than 3,000 people to work, but they only ate two or three gold royals a day.

This was the amount of money that Arthur ordered to add chicken and mutton to each meal in order to make the farmers work harder.

More than 600 gold royals, it is impossible for ten gamblers to spend them all in nearly a month.

Even if they just lost the bet, they couldn't lose so much.

Because the Beauty Market is a market for civilians, the gambling money can't be too big.

If there is really someone who throws a few gold royals, he will be noticed by the owner of the Beauty Market, the Ward family.

The Ward family is a wealthy knight, loyal to the Tully family, but has a good relationship with the nearby Blackwood family.

When such a wealthy person appears in the market, a nouveau riche like Ward must try to curry favor with him.

But they are here well, which means that their spending has not attracted attention, that is, they didn't spend much.

"Search them too."

The soldiers received the order and began to search them.

"My lord, we really don't have any money, just what John has."

"You beat John, why beat us?"

The other nine people didn't reveal any useful information.

Except for some copper coins, nothing was found.

Arthur looked at John, who was closest to the door, and suddenly remembered that he was walking at the end.

It must be something fishy.

He asked Jules to take a gambler to the yard and then started beating him.

The screams continued, which was really sad and tearful.

When the gambler in the yard couldn't even groan, Arthur took him to the wilderness outside the yard.

Jules followed him out.

It was far enough that the people in the room could definitely not hear what was said.

"Where is the rest of the money?"

The gambler's face, which was beaten into a pig's head, showed a trace of surprise, and then immediately pretended to be confused: "Master, I don't know what you are talking about."

"I don't need you to tell me." Arthur had a bottom line in his heart, "Watch him, I'll be back soon."

The one who hid the golden dragon must be John. It's hard to say how many people know the location, but others must know that John hid the golden dragon.

That's enough.

PS: A Game of Thrones joke every day:

After the High Sparrow took charge of King's Landing, Little Rose Margaery Tyrell expressed her loyalty to the High Sparrow:

"Since ancient times, all changes have been made through bloodshed. Today, there is no bloodshed and sacrifice in King's Landing. This is why this change has not succeeded. If there is, please start with Cersei Baratheon."

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