Game of Thrones: Battle Royale Game

"It is such a sweet city, so sweet that it can make one's teeth rot." Darren Grafson sighed in a low voice while sitting in the luxury caravan pulled by a dwarf elephant.

Beet grows near Volantis, and people here add it to almost every dish. In the morning, the tavern owner served Daeron a cold soup. It was thick and sticky like honey. It was so delicious. Lun felt nauseous, and he quickly drank a glass of wine for himself, and then he realized that the damn Volantis wine was also sweet.

"I'm glad you like it." Manius Visama, the Volantis host who was riding in the same carriage as Daeron, responded in fluent Westeros Common.

Darren couldn't help but choked on his words. He really couldn't confirm whether the playboy in front of him had limited understanding or was deliberately mocking him. This guy is the third son of Nesisor Visama, one of the three archons of Volantis, and was sent to him as a guide to visit Volantis.

He didn’t know whether Manius was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. Anyway, he couldn’t understand all the hints and innuendos from Darren. This made Darren, who had been with Ian for a long time and developed the habit of a senior Riddler, quite worried. Not adaptable.

"Is your father not back yet? Or is he actually unwilling to see me at all?" So Darren simply asked directly.

"How is this possible?" Manius shook his head quickly, "My father really hopes to see you. As soon as he received the news of your arrival in Volantis, he rushed back non-stop. You have to understand my father's age, riding in a carriage is also a hard job."

Isn’t it hard to give birth? Darren cursed in his heart. Hearing that the consul Neciso Visama was over 70 years old, and that the youngest brother of Manius was less than 3 years old, Daeron had to admire the consul's old age and strength.

But at the same time, Darren also felt that Manius was telling the truth.

There are three consuls in Volantis.

The first is Malachor Meguya of the Tiger Party. This man has a military background and enjoys a high reputation among the military nobles of Volantis.

The second one is Dophas Panymeen of the Elephant Party. This man is mainly engaged in spices, gems and silk business, and is extremely wealthy.

The third person is Lord Nesiso Wisama. Unlike the first two who will not be greatly affected by Slaver's Bay, the Wisama family's industry is entirely maintained by the slave trade.

Therefore, as the envoy of Queen Daenerys who has actually controlled the three cities of Meereen, Yunkai and Astapor, Daeron does not think that the other party will really not want to see him. If there is anyone in the world who least wishes the Alliance of Gith to fail, other than the Gith themselves, it would be Archon Nesisor Visama.

The Visama family has been operating in Slaver's Bay for centuries and has mastered a very comprehensive and mature slave industry chain. If the Gith Alliance fails, all their operations over the years will be in vain.

"Where are we going to visit today?" Manius asked enthusiastically.

"Let's go to the outer city. We have visited the inner city two days ago." Before Dai Lun could speak, one of Dai Lun's guards sitting in the back row spoke first.

"This guard is a bit unfamiliar. He wasn't the one who accompanied you the past two days, was he?" Manius glanced at the guard and asked doubtfully.

"Do I need to ask you for permission when I change my guard when I go out?" Darren frowned.

"Of course not," Manius quickly explained, "It's just that your slave is too unruly. When does the master interrupt, it is his turn?"

Just as Manius turned around to teach this ignorant slave a lesson, he heard Daeron's voice, "Go to the outer city."

Manius glanced at Darren in surprise, are you protecting your slave? He nodded and gave the order to the driver on the dwarf elephant to go to the outer city.

Their coachman was a little slave with a wheel tattoo on his face. He was naked from the waist up and only wore a loincloth underneath. When he received the command from Manius, the beast began to move, its nose wagging from side to side, and the car jolted along behind it.

Daeron then turned back to look at Koru sitting in the back seat. This man was nominally his bodyguard, but in fact he was the real leader of this mission to Volantis. When he accepted this task from Ian, he received a rather extraordinary order - 'Treat him as me. ’

Dai Lun didn't know the virtues and abilities of this pirate who joined the gang halfway, but he actually got such a level of trust from his boss, and he felt very unbalanced. But as one of the people who knows Ian's abilities best in the world, he doesn't dare to disobey Ian's orders, and can only really treat the pirate as his immediate boss.

What makes Darren curious is that Kolu didn't give any instructions along the way and always let him make the decision on his own. This time, he suddenly asked to go to the outer city. He didn't know why.

Suddenly there was a noise in front of him. Dairen looked up and saw 12 spearmen wearing gorgeous armor and tiger skin cloaks appearing on the street, driving the people on the street to the roadside.

"Those are also Tiger Robes?" Darren asked Manius, "Why don't they have tattoos on their faces?"

Daeron had been to Volantis before and had seen many tiger-robed soldiers, all of whom had tiger stripes carved on their cheeks. In addition, other slaves in Volantis also have tattoos on their faces. The tears on their cheeks represent sex slaves, the flames represent the slaves of R'hllor, and the slaves who clean up excrement have flies tattooed on them.

There are five slaves for every free man in Volantis, and there are millions of slaves in the city and the surrounding harems, and they manage slaves in this way.

"No, although they use the same equipment as the elite Tiger Robe Army, their identities are Unsullied. They purchased them from your master's city."

"How many Unsullied are there in Volantis?" Koru asked again.

Come again? The corner of Manius's mouth twitched, and he unbearably pulled out the whip from his waist. He was about to punish this lawless slave who dared to repeatedly interrupt his master's conversation, but suddenly he heard Daeron's voice again, "Volantis has How many Unsullied?”

This made Manius stunned. The half-raised whip was stuck in his hand. He looked at the guards and seemed to understand something.

However, at this moment, the guard smiled at him.

Manius was suddenly startled, and he realized that at that moment, the 'idiot' persona he had worked so hard to maintain in the past few days collapsed.

Kolu didn't say anything more when he saw this, and moved his gaze out the window.

"I'm not sure either," Manius quickly regained his composure and pretended that nothing happened just now. "Each noble family in Volantis has the habit of purchasing Unsullied ones to look after their homes and homes. Over a long period of time, In that time, there will be thousands of people at least." After speaking, Manius added with a smile,

"But some of them were probably bought 30 or even 40 years ago. The old ones can only guard the door and have no fighting ability. For the high-ranking nobles of Volantis within the black wall, they do not need guards with fighting ability. .”

As Manius was talking, he noticed that the oncoming consul's elephant was approaching, so he ordered the driver to drive the dwarf elephant to the roadside and give way to the other party.

"Everyone, make way for the Archon!" the leader of the Unsullied squad shouted loudly while driving away the crowd.

Behind the Unsullied was a huge gray beast. It was twice as tall as the dwarf elephant that Daeron was riding. It was covered with exquisite enamel armor. The elephant's back held a tower-like thing. A chair, with some consul sitting on it.

“The consuls were so noble that during their year in office they could not touch the ground with their feet,” Manius duly explained. “They traveled everywhere on elephants.”

"Which Archon is that in front?" Daeron asked.

"It should be Lord Malachor Meguirre," Manius said after looking at the other party again, "They came from the direction of the Long Bridge. Lord Dophas Pennymion maintains his noble status and has always They all don’t want to cross the long bridge to go to the lower city where the untouchables live.”

"But your father and Lord Meguya don't reject it?" At this time, Manius and Daeron looked at Kolu who was speaking at the same time.

"Answer his question." Seeing that Kolu was becoming more and more unscrupulous, Darren stopped pretending and said to Manius.

"Excuse me, who is this lord?" Manius also took advantage of the opportunity to ask, and used respectful words to Kolu.

"Koru Zor Ghisdaza, Duke of Ghisdakar." Ian, who controlled Kolu's body, casually made up a surname and title for himself.

Just now, Fermor Zo Nacroz, who commanded the Northern Front Army, defeated the khalasar led by the player who was mixed with the Dothraki in the ruins of Ghistaka. This made Ian take over. He came down to gain crucial bargaining chips in negotiations with Consul Nesiso Visama.

In addition, his deployment in Volantis these days has eliminated potential threats. At this moment, Ian decided not to continue to conceal his identity and personally took over the mission.

Manius was confused by Coru's answer. He studied under Palachiro, a famous legal expert in Volantis, and was always loved by his teacher for his erudition. He knew very well about the so-called Gesta. Karr is the ruins of an ancient Gith city on the upper reaches of the Skatharzaban River, and the word 'duke' does not exist at all in the common language of Westeros.

As for Darren, he was even more confused, because he didn't even know what a Gistaka was.

"Duke is a new title level set by Ian, used to distinguish the size of noble levels in Common Language," Koru continued to explain, "Its level is the highest among lords," he looked at Darren , "You can understand it as the title used by the lords at the level of Eyrie, Storm's End and Highgarden."

Just give yourself a promotion on the spot, right? Korlu's explanation did not make Daeron suddenly realize it, but made his mind go blank. For a moment, he seemed to understand the meaning of Ian's words, 'Think of him as me'. Who has the right to do such a thing except Ian himself? What is the relationship between this guy and the boss?

Forcibly suppressing the doubts in his heart, Daeron looked as usual, nodded and confirmed Kolu's statement, and introduced to Manius: "This is your majesty's crony, the real envoy who visited Volantis this time."

He did not say which majesty it was. The other party could understand it as Daenerys, or they could have other understandings. Although Ian has not yet claimed the title of king, it is obviously not appropriate to say that he is a close associate of Lord Darry when Kolu calls himself a duke.

"Okay, my friend," Ian (Ian directly refers to the 'Kolu body controlled by Ian' from the third-person perspective) put a hand on Manius's shoulder, "Before we go outside, On the way to the city, please answer my questions carefully. I have always longed for the great Volantis civilization, and I am very thirsty for knowledge about it."

"No matter how you think about the defensive arrangements of Volantis and the living habits of the consuls, I think it is difficult to classify them into the category of 'civilization'." Manius still had the same respectful tone just now, but his words were different. It got sharper.

"What? No more pretending?" Ian laughed.

"You have already seen through, there is no point in pretending anymore, and since you have revealed your identity to me personally, how can I not show sincerity?" Although Manius does not think that the 'Duke of Gistaka' It was not a substantial title, but the aura of superiority that he felt from this duke was far stronger than that of his father.

"So you admit that your father is not actually in Volantis, but is hiding from us?"

"On the night Lord Daeron disembarked at the Port of Volantis, the consuls convened an upper-level council to discuss your issues, but the results have not been reached yet. I was arranged to delay the time." Manius Just like a broken jar, everything is said.

"What kind of meeting has been going on for almost three days and it's not over yet?" Darren couldn't help but interjected and asked.

"That's because Archon Malachor is not in the city," Manius said, pointing behind him. "It's the one you just saw riding the elephant. He rushed to attend the meeting."

"So later today, we will be able to meet your father and even the three consuls?"

"Don't be kidding, the decision to join the war is not so easy for Volantis today?" Manius sneered.

"Join the war? With whom?" This time it was Ian's turn to be confused.

"There's no point in pretending to be stupid. Didn't you come to Volantis to ask for help? If Slaver's Bay is burned by Khal Drogo's wrath, Volantis's slave economy will be greatly impacted. This makes Volantis Lantis had to carefully consider whether to continue to adhere to the policy of peaceful trade or send troops to help Meereen resist the Dothraki invasion."

Manius talked eloquently. As a top student in law and political science, he was born to enter the Great Council and then run for the consulship. This was his most professional field.

"No, that's not the purpose of my coming to Volantis." Ian smiled and shook his head under Manius' disbelieving gaze, "Khal Drogo and his khalasar have never been my master. If we take him too seriously, he will be crushed to death by my master like an ant."

I came to conquer Volantis, Ian added in his mind.

I don’t have time to self-check and correct mistakes, so I’ll correct them slowly tomorrow…if you can, I’ll remind you if you see any typos.

PS: After thinking about it, I decided to pre-position the Volantis plot. After all, it wouldn’t be appropriate if the protagonist didn’t appear for ten consecutive chapters (the doppelgänger is also considered the protagonist).