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Published at 24th of June 2024 06:33:05 AM


Chapter 115

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Soon.


Two dorslak messengers were brought into wesselis's tent.

The little king sat on his bed, wearing a soft cloak, his long hair was not tied up, spread freely behind his back, and looked calmly at the two messengers who came in.

It is interesting to see that the two doslakers, the one who walked in front, had a dark look and a proud face, while the one who walked in the back had a humble expression and showed an opposite attitude.

There are two completely different attitudes when they go on mission together?

Which is more representative of drogo's will.

"Your Excellency the governor."

And at this time.

The doslak who walked in the rear took the lead in touching his chest and bowing with one hand. He used the etiquette commonly used on the mainland of ESSOS, and spoke the common language of Westeros, and called wesselis a free-trade city-state. The unique name here is "governor", which seems a little lame and funny.

However, wesselis just slightly picked his eyebrows, still sat on his bed, looked at the two people coming in, and then nodded.

"Please sit down."

However, before wesselis could speak, one of them, the doslak, who was walking in the front, went straight to one side and sat on a cushion on the side of wesselis's bed.

"Presumptuous!"

When the guards in the camp saw this scene, they were furious. They were just about to start yelling, but wesselis stopped them with his eyes.

Then the little king took back his eyes and looked at the doslak with great interest. The other party's face was proud and his eyes were cloudy. From the face alone, he was a cruel man.

More than half a year ago, no, a year ago, he witnessed the arrogance of the doslaks.

Drogo's father, balbocao, brought only a few blood alliance guards to the banquet of pantos, rushed directly to the throne of ivory and gold, scared Prince pantos to pee his pants, and then sat on the throne himself, while the governors of pantos dared not fart.

Compared with balbocao at that time, this man's arrogance has been much restrained.

At least no one dared to break into the tent and ask to sit in his own position.

Wesselis looked up and down at each other and smiled.

At the same time, Corso, the blood League guard of drogo Cao, was also looking at wesselis. He could see that the elegant young man in front of him was not very old, even a little green.

Perhaps in his tribe, he was just old enough to be a soldier.

However, although the other party's smile is plain, he doesn't know why it makes him feel particularly uncomfortable, as if he is laughing at him.

However, as soon as I had this idea in my mind, I thought that the smile on wesselis's face was ridicule.

Corso's face suddenly showed anger. The boy had been laughing at him, even without stopping.

However, Corso wanted to attack several times, but finally thought of the lambs that had just surrounded him, as if to eat his eyes, and finally didn't dare to pat the table.

He adjusted his sitting posture awkwardly, grabbed a troublesome flea from his neck, and then there was no unnecessary nonsense to directly indicate the theme. He opened his mouth in doslak language.

There are many stressed sections in doslak language, which sounds more powerful. Wesselis couldn't understand what the other party was talking about, so he turned his head and looked at the translator.

The translation of the doslak heard cosso's words, and the cold sweat on his forehead slipped down. The doslak people are not all reckless men without brains. They are brave and not afraid of death. They also have relatively less courage.

However, the main reason why he was able to survive was that he did not live in the living environment of the doslak people since childhood, but lived in the golden regiment as a slave.

The owner he served seemed to be an exiled aristocrat of Westeros. Later, he was purchased by another Cao to work as a translator.

But now that Corso has opened his mouth, he can only harden his head and translate according to his meaning.

"Governor."

"Drogokao asked for at least 3000 slaves and 10000 gold coins. If he made up for his losses, he would be willing to leave here."

The translation was a little lame, and the words used in many places were stiff, but wesselis still understood him.

"Three thousand slaves? Ten thousand gold coins?"

Although Aesop also received the golden dragon, there were various currencies, and almost every free-trade city state had its own currency.

Including Hui coins of queles and volantis, gold marks, etc., in addition to the circle, there are long oval, triangular and prismatic.

Although wesselis had long been prepared, he was surprised by the lion's mouth.

"Too much."

Then he shook his head and a self mocking smile appeared on his face.

"It seems that drogokao really treats me as a rich man."

"In that case, we can't agree. Let's push them down and kill them."

The little king looked at the guards on the left and right, and then spoke calmly.

"I can't afford this money."

"I will not hand over my people as slaves."

The guards standing on the left and right sides of the big tent heard wesselis's orders, and immediately pulled out the short sword around their waist and put it on the necks of the two doslaks.

There was not even a chance to resist, and then the two men would be dragged out and killed according to his Majesty's order.

The translation of the doslak people was scared to death in an instant. Naturally, he understood wesselis. He didn't expect that the smiling young governor would turn his face when he said it, which was a little off guard.

Other people's negotiations are asking exorbitant prices to pay back the money, and everything can be negotiated. However, it never occurred to him that wesselis had no money and no one, and then he would kill with a knife.

But drogo's blood League guard Corso didn't understand what wesselis was saying. Before the interpreter could even speak, he had been put on his neck by the left and right guards.

But at this time, where translation was needed, Corso understood it all in an instant.

At the moment, the proud dorslak still had no fear on his face, but turned into madness. A pair of cloudy eyes locked wesselis's roaring and shouting, and it seemed that he still wanted to struggle.

And the translator trembled and did not dare to translate Corso's threat. What drogokao would avenge them and kill all these lambs.

However, the blood alliance guard still said something, glared at the translator, and then said a few words. The translator was slightly stunned, then reacted, quickly nodded and spoke loudly to wesselis.

"Governor."

"Lord Corso challenges you with the tradition of doslak people. For example... If Lord Corso can win, I hope you can let us go."



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