Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 117 Strong Belwas

"Four?" Butler Mills asked back.

"Governor Godin Howcott of the Braavosi Party, Governor Cecito Moen, Governor Gloro Tetrus, and Governor Percy Rottalus of the Volantis Party." Eun has a good memory of saying their names straight away.

"Oh no," Mills shook his head, "Governor Percy Rotalus doesn't belong to the Volantis party. He just supports war against Braaavos, but he doesn't accept 'subsidy' from any party."

"Then why did he support the war against Braavos?" Ian asked strangely. Apart from his personal interests, Ian couldn't think of any reason.

"Because his honor as a soldier and the honor of the Rotarus family as a veteran military noble in Pentos do not allow him to be 'cowardly'."

"Military aristocrats?" Ian discovered a new vocabulary, "If I remember correctly, according to the agreement between Pentos and Braavos, Pentos cannot have more armed forces than the city guard. So why is Pentos still Would there be a so-called 'military aristocracy'?"

"The Rotarus family has a history of 700 years. Of course, this may not be a big deal to you Westeros."

is not that right?The Frey family with a history of 800 years is called nouveau riche, and our Dai Rui family has a history of 6000 years. Ian complained.

"But in our Pantos, they are already the oldest family, and in the past hundreds of years, nearly one-third of the military commanders in Pentos came from the Rotalus family. And now Pantos The Commander-in-Chief of the Tos City Guard is none other than Governor Percy Rottalus himself." Mills continued to explain.

"Let a certain governor control the defense of Pentos?" Ian was a little surprised, "Can you rest assured?"

"The Rotalus family respects tradition and has always been the most staunch defender of the Pentos parliamentary system, and the old governor of Percy Rotalus himself is a just, strict and respected elder, and he commands The city guards of Pentos, everyone can rest assured, including Lord Illyrio." Mills finally emphasized.

"How many people are there in the city guard of Pentos?" Ian asked after thinking about it.

"Theoretically, 6000 people."

"Theoretically?"

"Because Pentos can only keep the city guard, all our armed forces are included in the city guard."

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"Of course this is not a loophole," Mills explained, seeing Ian's meaningful expression, "You have to know that Pentos is a city with a population of more than 50, and there are 350 million to 500 million people living in the surrounding detainment area. With a population of around 6000 million, a city guard of [-] is not too much, and the Braavosi have no objection to that."

"That's right," Ian nodded. "Then why do you call it theoretical?"

"Because in the long peace that followed, the Council of Governors found it unnecessary to maintain such a standing force, the number of City Guards was gradually reduced to 2000 men over the next few decades.

The 2000 people were divided into 4 flag teams, of which the First Banner Guard had 800 people and was personally commanded by the governor of Passy Rotarus.The other three banners belong to the Braavosi party, the Volantene party, and our people.

No wonder the original book mentioned that the governors of Pentos doubled the size of the city guard before Khal Drogo arrived in Pentos, but the Braavos had no objection. It turns out that the strength of Pentos itself was far lower than The scale agreed in the agreement, Ian thought.

"Is this the entire strength of Pentos?" Ian asked.

"No," Mills shook his head. "According to the agreement, we still have a lot of quotas for military service, and naturally these quotas cannot be wasted."

"so?"

"The governor's council allocated 4000 of the remaining 7 places to each of the seven governors, so that they can maintain their own private guards in the city, and all the remaining places were sold.

You know that the nobles of Pentos have a lot of land outside the city, and those lands undoubtedly need to be protected and maintained, but the nobles' private armed forces are considered Pentos' armed forces in the eyes of the Braavosi, so their Private soldiers all need to occupy the 'City Guard' places. "

As expected of the 'Free Trade City', you can use everything for trade.
"So, how many seats did the three governors buy?" Ian asked immediately, referring to the core figures of the Braavos and Volantis factions.

"More than half."

What the fuck?

"But you don't have to worry, none of their troops are in the city of Pentos. Except for Governor Cecil Moen, the other two governors have less than 100 personal guards in the city."

"Actually, there is no difference between 100 people and 1000 people. Anyway, it is impossible for them to attack me openly." Ian shrugged. "The only thing I need to be wary of is sneak attacks."

"With me here, no one can sneak attack you." A voice suddenly sounded.

Ian followed the voice and found that the person who spoke just now was a big eunuch with a tan complexion. He seemed to have just entered the door not long ago.

The guy was big and strong, with arms as thick as a tree trunk. His upper body was bare, revealing scars all over his chest and stomach. He had an extremely long arakh machete hanging from his waist.

"This is Belwas, the mercenary sent to you by Your Excellency Illyrio." Butler Mills immediately introduced.

Mercenaries?Ian wanted to laugh inexplicably, um, Lord Illyrio has never been involved in the slave trade.
Strong Belwas!Ian remembered this guy, an elite gladiator killed in the Great Arena of Meereen, who was bought by Illyrio after traveling to Pentos.

In the original, he was sent by Illyrio to Daenerys, who was still in Qarth, along with Barristan the 'Fearless'.

Under the city of Meereen, this guy tortured and killed the champion warrior of Meereen in an almost playful way (the TV series grafted this plot onto the leader of the Second Sons).After Daenerys occupied Meereen, she became a member of her queen's iron guard, and her strength is indeed nothing to say.

"I've never lost a fight, Andal," Belwas called Ian, noticing Ian's gaze, "every time I beat my opponent, I give him a chance to cut I cut it," he said, puffing out his stomach, "and I'm still alive."

"With me, no one can hurt you," Belwas added.

"I believe in you, friend," Ian nodded, and said politely, "I feel at ease with you."

Then Strong Belwas smiled.

"Very good, then this is the next one," Mills pointed to the boy next to Belwas whose height was no higher than his armpit, "Hazru is his name, and he can help you find out a lot of things."

Ian nodded again, he knew that this should be the leader of the Illyrio little mice.The little mice of Illyrio, like the little birds of Varys, the minister of intelligence in Westeros, are mostly made up of these wandering orphans.

(End of this chapter)