The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Chapter 597: The Little Secret of How Paper Money Equals Gold

(2 updates of 4,000 words, update completed today.)

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Fat Zorro dragged Milun Irwin out of the north gate of Lannisport, and the soldiers of the city gate guard could only watch, and no one dared to step forward to stop him.

A general galloped from a distance, it was Captain Ballow Lanny.

Fat Zorro slowed down. Ballow Lanny came to him.

"General, save me, I am Milun Irwin." A weak voice sounded.

Ballow Lanny took a closer look and saw a bloody person with his hands **** being dragged behind Fat Zorro's horse. Ballow was taken aback.

"Lord Milun Irwin?"

"It's me, General, I know I was wrong, please save me, General." Milun Irwin tried his last bit of strength to sit up. His embroidered Chinese clothes were beyond recognition, and his hands, face, elbows, chest, abdomen, and knees were all broken, and blood was flowing due to bumps and bumps.

"General Zorro, please release Lord Milun Irwin." Ballow held back his anger.

Fat Zorro was too arrogant, was there still law?

Fat Zorro turned around and looked at Milun Irwin, who was bruised and bloody. This tycoon and wealthy man suffered this kind of suffering for the first time, which was indeed almost enough. Mrs. Jenny forcibly promoted paper money transactions, but it was not to force all the wealthy businessmen to leave the West, but to make them support her, support her and stay to develop, but the premise of prosperity and good times is to first establish prestige and make the currency transaction go smoothly, which is undoubtedly.

Whoosh!

Fat Zorro drew out the Arak scimitar from his waist: "Lord Ballow, if you have a good fight with me, I will hand over Lord Milun Irwin to you."

The war horse dragged Milun Irwin almost through the entire city. This news must have spread throughout the city, which is enough to make the people, merchants, and nobles of the city understand Mrs. Jenny's determination to promote paper money transactions.

"Sir, is this a duel?" Ballow Lanny said hoarsely.

The pride and glory of the Lannister family have not faded on Ballow's body.

"It's not a duel, it's just that I haven't fought for a long time, and my hands are itchy."

Duels often determine life and death!

Fat Zorro didn't want to kill Ballow Lanny, there was no need for that! He was just trapped in Krigan Village with nothing to do, his heart was itchy and irritable, and he wanted to relax his muscles.

Whoosh!

The Arak scimitar drew a bright light and swept towards Ballow's neck.

Ballow Lanny was taken aback, and quickly lowered his head to avoid it. At the same time, his left leg knocked, the war horse turned to the right, and the long sword at his waist was already out of its sheath, and he swept it backhand.

When!

With a loud bang, the swords clashed, and Ballow's body shook, almost falling off the horse. The power transmitted through the knife was like a hammer blow, making his wrist sore and the long sword almost out of his hand. Ballow was taken aback again, Fat Zorro's power was so strong, could it be that he couldn't even withstand it.

Fat Zorro laughed loudly: "Ballow, your arm strength is good, you can block my slash with a backhand, amazing!"

Only the sound of war horses trampling the ground was heard, the two horses crossed, the two sides exchanged positions, the war horse turned back, before Ballow was ready, Fat Zorro's horse was fast, and had already come to him, the Arak scimitar slashed in the air, as fast as lightning.

Ballow blocked with his sword horizontally. This time, he used both hands.

The strength of both hands on the horseback is not coordinated, because people are sitting on the horseback, but Ballow, who is proficient in swordsmanship, has surpassed this level. He blocked with all his strength with both hands. With a loud bang, sparks flew everywhere, barely blocking Fat Zorro's slash with the Arak scimitar.

This slash, Fat Zorro took back two points of brute force, the single-handed force plus the inertial force of the war horse's impact, and fought Ballow evenly.

Only when the strengths are evenly matched can the fight be more enjoyable and satisfying!

On the north gate city wall, the soldiers shouted in unison to cheer for Captain Ballow Lanny.

Dang dang dang dang dang!

A series of dense sounds of swords clashing sounded, Fat Zorro's scimitar speed became faster and faster, the sword light was vertical and horizontal, swirling up and down, making people dizzy. Ballow Lanny mustered 120,000 points of energy and attention, barely defending against the opponent's dense slashes, and in just a short while, Ballow was in danger, and his arms, chest, abdomen, and waist ribs were almost slashed by the scimitar.

On the city wall, the soldiers cheered together!

They saw Fat Zorro's sword light surrounding Captain Ballow Lanny like several circles of light, but Ballow could block them all one by one. This defense was airtight, and the soldiers were amazed and cheered together.

But Ballow secretly complained, the opponent's knife was really too fast, and he still had spare strength, but his breathing was already disordered, and this defense had exhausted all his strength, and hot sweat wet his underwear. But Fat Zorro's breathing was steady, his eyes were smiling, and between the flicking of his wrist, the Arak scimitar was unpredictable. A crisp sound was heard, and the scimitar dragged across Ballow's waist ribs, leaving a shocking scratch on the armor.

Ballow's breathing became more rapid, and his hands became slower, his movements were out of sync, and he couldn't keep up with the speed of the Arak scimitar. After this knife hit, the situation immediately reversed, like a river bursting its banks, and he could no longer defend. In the flashing of the sword light, Ballow's shoulders, arms, helmet, legs, chest, etc. were hit by the knife one by one. In a burst of clanging sounds, seven scimitar marks were left on his armor, each knife cut out a deep mark, but did not hurt Ballow's body, and the blade of the scimitar was still as bright as autumn water, and was not chipped.

Good knife!

It may be from the hand of Master Tob Mott!

It is said that the weapons of the Mountain's generals and centurions are carefully crafted by Master Tob Mott and Knight Gendry Krigan, cutting armor without rolling the blade!

On the city wall, the soldiers were stunned. They saw the sword light swirling like electricity constantly passing over Captain Ballow's body, and the sound of the knife hitting the armor was frightening and dense. No matter how hard Ballow tried, the blocking sword was always a fraction of a second slower.

Only a whoosh was heard, the scimitar sword light suddenly retracted completely, Fat Zorro's war horse swept past the flustered Captain Ballow, ran to a certain distance, turned back, and faced the pale-faced Ballow Lanny.

"Captain Ballow, your swordsmanship is very good." Fat Zorro smiled, "Your strength and speed, accuracy and prediction, are more outstanding than many knights. You want Lord Milun Irwin, now I'll give it to you!" While speaking, Fat Zorro had already untied the rope on the saddle, threw the end of the rope away, and let the rope fall to the ground.

At the other end of the rope, Milun Irwin had fainted.

During the fight between the two just now, the war horse dodged horizontally, advanced and retreated, and ran back and forth. Lord Milun Irwin was also dragged by the war horse and rolled around. The person rubbed against the ground, bumped and甩去. He was a tycoon who had never suffered much, and he couldn't stand this kind of torture. Fainting was the best way to protect him from pain.

Fat Zorro laughed loudly. Although his voice was not as majestic and powerful as the Mountain's voice, and his voice was like thunder, it also shook the air. In the laughter, Fat Zorro galloped away, returning to Krigan Village in a dashing manner.

Ballow Lanny stayed on the spot like a sculpture!

The garrison soldiers on the city wall collectively fell silent, all stunned!

Fat Zorro's flexibility, agility, horsemanship, swordsmanship, strength, and momentum just now were all impressive and unforgettable.

The Mountain's military power is vertical and horizontal. In the past three years, he has fought against the Northerners, the Westermen, the Dornishmen, the Reachmen, the Stormlanders, the Ironborn, and the Vale... In battles of all sizes, he has been invincible. Why can the Mountain do it? Ballow Lanny felt that he understood the answer: Fat Zorro's bravery and invincibility had given the standard answer.

Fat Zorro is only one of the many generals under the Mountain. Many of the Mountain's other generals have greater fame, more prominent prestige, and more skilled combat skills than Fat Zorro. Think about it, such a large group of generals, leading a group of fearless soldiers to fight the enemy... So the Mountain always wins battles not by luck and the favor of the Seven Gods... Ballow Lanny and the garrison soldiers on the city wall had to admit that Fat Zorro's swordsmanship was really too powerful, Captain Ballow's swordsmanship was already very good, but he was simply not Fat Zorro's opponent.

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Night. Krigan New Village, Krigan Castle.

Hall.

Mrs. Jenny was sitting, and everyone else was standing.

On Jenny's left was Sansa Stark, and on the right was Mrs. Doughty Quintina. Behind her were the sword-wielding guard generals Brienne Tarth and Bull Zerigilda.

Below the high seat, on the left and right sides, on the left were more than a dozen of Krigan's generals and centurions, and on the right were Bachelor Banecroft, Baron May Humphrey, the spice tycoon Milun Irwin with injuries all over his body, and Guard Captain Ballow Lanny.

"Baron May Humphrey, does Lord Milun Irwin need a chair?" Jenny's voice was soft, but everyone in the hall could hear it clearly.

May Humphrey was supporting Milun Irwin!

"No need, Madam!" Milun Irwin's weak voice.

Today, he has gone through several times from life to death and from death to life. His heart has also gone through several circles from timidity, panic, panic, fear, surrender to resentment, patience, curse, courage, resistance, survival, and fearlessness. Although Milun Irwin's voice was small, his mood had stabilized a lot. The worst is death, so let it be!

"Gregor and I have carefully considered and are sure to promote paper money transactions in the West. Lord Milun Irwin, do you still object?"

"Yes, Madam, there is no doubt about it!"

Fat Zorro's eyes immediately widened, May Humphrey and Banecroft were both stunned, and Ballow Lanny's face also changed.

Was Milun Irwin crazy?

When he was in contact with him before, this guy didn't say that. He told May, Banecroft, and Captain Ballow that he was willing to submit and not disobey Mrs. Jenny!

May, Banecroft, and Ballow all looked at Jenny, their eyes full of worry and fear!

"Why do you object, tell me your reasons, Lord Milun Irwin. If what you say makes sense, I can revoke the paper money transaction." There was no wave in Jenny's voice, as if she had expected Milun Irwin's answer.

But Mrs. Jenny's calmness made May and Ballow even more worried. A person who doesn't show his emotions is more likely to use thunderous means.

"There is no reason, Madam. As long as you continue to promote it, all the people in the West will rise up to oppose you, there is no doubt about it. In the end, the West will be in chaos, and no one can stop people from attacking you, not even the Seven Gods. I have finished speaking, Mrs. Jenny, you can cut off my head." Milun Irwin said coldly.

His voice was still not loud, but it contained resentful calmness and a determination to die.

Jenny smiled slightly: "General Zorro, give Lord Milun Irwin a chair. Mrs. Doughty, please give Milun Irwin a bowl of soup, his injuries need medicine to relieve his pain."

Fat Zorro and Mrs. Doughty agreed together. Zorro took a chair for Milun Irwin, with a soft cushion on it, so that Lord Milun Irwin could sit comfortably. He looked bruised all over, but he didn't actually hurt his bones, and it wouldn't kill him at all. It's just that he has enjoyed happiness for too long, and he has imagined this flesh and blood pain as a fatal terminal illness.

Milun Irwin sat in the chair. The worst is death, so why be afraid of sitting in a chair?

Sure enough, pain can make people's bones stronger, and adversity can make people stronger faster!

Mrs. Doughty brought out a bowl of black potion that looked like poison and handed it to Milun Irwin. The spice merchant reached out and took it. Under the worried and suspicious eyes of May Humphrey, Banecroft, and Captain Ballow, he drank it gulpingly.

Poison is poison, falling into the hands of villains, today is a death anyway!

"Lord Milun Irwin, I know why you object to paper money transactions." Mrs. Jenny said softly, "You think that I printed a piece of fancy paper and exchanged it for your gold, is that right?"

"Humph!" Milun Irwin snorted coldly, disdaining to argue.

"But what if I have a way to make this piece of fancy paper unique and equal to the value of gold?"

This time, Milun Irwin did not snort coldly. He stared at Mrs. Jenny, and his eyes had explained everything.

"Let's not talk about the unique paper first. Gregor has already written it and taught it to me. This is a secret. I will only tell you one thing. This is a brand new papermaking technique blessed by the Seven Gods. Let's talk about how paper money is equal to gold. If you want to know, I will tell you. Moreover, I hope you can all join in and let us promote the paper money transaction in the West into all aspects of the lives of the Westermen, and completely replace the ancient transaction rules of gold coins, silver deer and copper stars."

May Humphrey raised his hand high!

"Please speak, Sir." Jenny picked up the thick honey water and gently touched it to her lips, a trace of sweetness and comfortable taste. She likes to eat honey very much.

"Madam, even if all of us Westermen use paper money transactions, how can we use the paper money in our hands to do business with people on the other side of the Narrow Sea, how can we do business with the Northerners, the Riverlanders, and the Reachmen? If I now have bank paper money worth ten gold coins, and I go to Arbor Island to buy Arbor Island wine, will Earl Redwyne sell it to me? Obviously, he won't. But if I take out gold coins, gold coins engraved with dragons, he will sell me Arbor Island wine with a smile on his face."

"You are right, Sir. What we have to do now is to be able to use bank paper money to buy Arbor Island wine in the near future. Moreover, I guarantee that this time will not be too long, one year, two years, three years, five years? I don't think it will be more than five years." Mrs. Jenny's tone was relaxed and she smiled, "Miss Sansa, can I ask you to take out a gold ingot?"

"Of course, Madam!" Sansa responded, her slender hand stretched out and placed a gold ingot on the table. The gold fell, making a soft 'click' sound.

Esteemed sirs, I shall reveal to you the secret of how paper money equates to the value of gold. It is a very simple secret indeed.