Take the ride to dominate the game

Chapter 47

In the open space in the center of the village, Arthur and the others sat on wooden stools brought out by the villagers and ate around the table.

Said that dinner was only in the afternoon, and said that it was past time for lunch.

Two do not return to one, just want to be full.

Fortunately, the food was still delicious. After Arthur killed half a chicken, a leg of lamb, and three pieces of freshly baked bread, he finally made his stomach stop singing.

"Where's the village chief? Come here." He ordered after taking a sip of ale.

A skinny old man in a wheat-colored jacket and gray linen trousers walked over with a smile on his face.

"Master, you are satisfied with this reception."

Arthur nodded, "How much do I need to pay you?"

This is the eastern part of the river land, which is more prosperous than the western part of the upper reaches of the Red Fork River, but since it is in the countryside, he can't say the price.

"Just give us a total of six silver stags." The old man smiled even more happily when he heard that Arthur offered to pay.

According to his rich life experience, nobles who can get in touch with commoners like this are often noble, but not many.

More generally, the villagers paid labor and food, but only received a whip.

Two half-sized lambs, seven chickens, plus five or six pots of melons and fruits, unlimited ale and bread, add up to only six silver stags, which made Arthur feel that it was a good deal.

He took out eight silver deer from the money bag, and took six of them to the old man's hand first, "This is the meal money."

Then put the remaining two coins into the other hand of the old man, "This is a tip for you, it will be used to pay for your labor and fodder for the horses."

The village chief clenched his hands and quickly retracted his arms to his side, as if Arthur would change his mind.

But while doing this, the smile on his face grew wider, "It's our honor to satisfy the masters. I won't bother you."

As he spoke, he stepped back and left.

But Arthur took out another golden dragon, a shiny golden dragon, which stopped the old man from backing away.

Arthur bounced the golden dragon with his thumb, and then caught it with his palm, repeating this several times.

The village chief's bright eyes also fluctuated with the golden dragon's up and down, "Master, you said, we will definitely meet your request."

At this moment, he believed that if the master in front of him asked him to dig out his dead wife, he could immediately get her out of the grave, and then satisfy some of the master's hobbies.

"I need some strong horses to carry me and my luggage, and I need a solution for that fart red horse."

The old man's wrinkled face suddenly became full, and he said excitedly: "There is no problem at all. We can find a few strong horses among the plowing horses in our village. Although they are not as good as the war horses of your lords, they are the same if they are replaced. The effect will not delay your affairs at all."

"As for the red horse, I think we can take care of it until it fully recovers. I guarantee that when you come back from King's Landing and pass by here, its red hair will become smooth and smooth when you see it again."

Arthur asked back: "How do you know that we must pass through here on our return?"

The old man accompanied him with a smile on his face: "Even if you don't pass by here, you can still send a subordinate to pick up your little baby. Our village can't walk, so can we let hundreds of villagers hide away for a horse?" ?”

Arthur nodded and approved the old man's words, "Go ahead and do it, we'll leave after eating."

He threw the golden dragon to the village chief.

"What's the name of your village?" Desmond next to him asked.

"Xier, Xier Village, my lord." The old village chief ran away nimbly, but turned around to answer.

Arthur felt that the name of this village was very familiar. After picking and choosing in his memory, he realized that this was a village that the Magic Mountain slaughtered.

According to the plot of the original book, after receiving the orders of the Lannister House Governor and Duke Tywin in Casterly Rock City, Gregor Clegane, the Devil's Mountain, went east along the Golden Road, crossed the Blackwater River, went north, and went east from God's Eye Lake. On the other side, they began to burn, kill and loot wantonly, and slaughtered all the way to the upper reaches of the Red Fork River.

The purpose of doing this is firstly to allow the princes of Hejian to disperse their forces, secondly to reduce the war mobilization ability of Hejian land, and thirdly to make the princes of Hejian too tired to appease the civilians in the territory and unable to cope with the conscript of the Tuli family.

Tywin, the man who served as the hand of the mad king for 20 years, used his brains, and few in the Seven Kingdoms could compare.

The success of this strategy almost caused the Tully family to lose the hearts of He Jian.

Not long after the war began, there was a famous saying: Three mouthfuls of phlegm, one for a Lannister, one for a Stark, and one for a Tully.

Arthur did not expect that the village he encountered by accident turned out to be the object of the Magic Mountain's "love" behavior.

It seems that there is God's will in the dark, and he and the Mountain are destined to fight.

After a while, the village chief and several villagers brought three skinny horses to Arthur.

"My lord, are you satisfied with these horses?"

Although the horse is thin, it is quite big, and it is no problem for a hunchback.

One for Arthur to ride, one to carry Arthur's sledgehammer and sword, and the other for spare, which was enough for Arthur to rush to King's Landing.

The lord of the Moulin Rouge smiled at the village chief, "I'm very satisfied. For the sake of serving us like this, I would like to make a prophecy for your village and give you some advice. Do you want to hear it?"

He suddenly thought of giving these poor people a hint.

The village chief didn't know what the master was selling, but for the sake of Jinlong and Yinlu, he said with a smile: "You say, you say, I will stop and keep it in my heart, and when the prophecy comes true, I will Then follow your suggestion."

Patrick watched Arthur's actions curiously, and asked Desmond, "What is he going to do? Prophecy, advice, who does he think he is?"

Desmond didn't know either, "Look, Mr. Arthur is not a pretender."

Arthur walked out of the range of tables and stools, and stood still in the open space, with his hands hanging down naturally, and his eyes closed tightly, as if feeling some mysterious existence.

Then he jerked his right arm up above his head, muttering as if communicating with something.

The reason why he raised his right hand instead of both hands was because he didn't want to perform the national military salute.

Arthur had previously decided to go to King's Landing City to pretend to be a magic stick to make money. This time, by giving prophecies and suggestions to the villagers of Shire Village, he planned to practice first.

The three attendants and the surrounding villagers were also attracted by his behavior, and they whispered to each other, discussing what the master was doing.

After feeling like that was the case, Arthur yelled loudly, then opened his eyes, panting heavily.

"I predict: after more than a month, your village will be burned, killed and looted by bandits pretending to be led by an army led by the strongest man in the Seven Kingdoms. After letting you shed enough blood, these villains will continue to go north, along the God's Eye Lake. and the Red Fork River to do all the evils of the world."

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(End of this chapter)