Game of Thrones: The Strongest Guoguang

Chapter 111
The slave trader didn't ask the Valyrian survivor why he bought these slaves, even old women and children who weren't wanted.

Thinking of the legendary monsters wandering in the sea of ​​smoke, the slave owner couldn't help shivering, and didn't dare to pay a high price to kill these two outsiders.

Valyrians have this penchant for... studying and experimenting with forbidden flesh magic.

"Have you ever thought about how to bring these messy people back to Westeros?"

Still disapproving of her move, Dimon said in a low voice after paying.

"Follow me."

Many old and weak people followed behind the shackles, and some savage mothers led their children with dull eyes, but had no intention of running away.

The fate of defecting slaves was miserable, even if they were "free people."

During the voyage, those truly bloody people have already fed the sea fish, and they know that those who are captured will never return to their hometown of Westeros in this life.

On a cargo ship in the port, the sailors are carrying the goods. Although the profit is reduced, the route is still worth maintaining. The Dornish businessman Victor is sitting on the boat to enjoy the scenery.

There were people coming and going in the dock area, and suddenly, an eye-catching procession came over.

Victor sipped the liqueur in his hands with some trepidation, but he didn't expect that the leader was blocking the boat, catching the sailors by surprise.

"This..." Seeing this, Victor immediately disembarked to negotiate.

Then he heard a familiar voice, "Victor, remember our agreement and bring these slaves back to my castle."

After speaking, the Witch and Witch turned around and left without delay.

When the businessman watching the excitement next door heard these words, he immediately had several thoughts in his heart.

"Victor actually made a deal with the witch!"

Everyone knows that whether it is the Son of Shadow or the mysterious Witch, they are people who cannot be approached and trusted.

Some people have seen Victor's fate, it must be very miserable!

However, Victor wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he already knew the identity of the "Witch and Witch".

That's Rhaenyla, Princess of the Seven Kingdoms!
The "promise" is nothing else. Victor came to Tylosi and naturally received an invitation letter from the Maharaja, and would also take out perfume at the auction to make money, and the royal family was behind it.

"What are you still doing? Take all the slaves to the boat!"

...

Rhaenyla and Damon found an unobtrusive hotel as a base.

"Have you heard about any magic items that will appear at the auction?"

"It is said that there are some mysterious fragments, some spells... are strictly controlled in the Maharaja's mansion, and are heavily guarded."

"I heard that there is a mysterious wizard from Yasha guarding it."

Hearing this, Rhaenila gave up the idea of ​​running directly into the warehouse to steal the treasure.

However, the two of them did not stay idle, but changed into another set of luggage, entered and exited through the back door, and continued to "collect points".

The auction was held as scheduled, and the two entered the venue in the same attire they had when they came.

It seems that the city suddenly started to "walk the ghosts at night", and shadowbinders, wizards, witches, shadowbinders, fortune tellers, and necromancers lurking in the shadows came one after another.

The weird outfits of Damon and Rhaenyla can even be called a normal phenomenon among this group of people.

The confidant of Lord Tailoshi is welcoming these messy people at the door. His master, the Lord, once told him not to anger these people who wield terrible power.

"This high priest of Valyrian blood!" The slave smiled flatteringly and greeted in Tyroshi dialect.

"Take me into the hall," Rhaenyra replied in High Valyrian.

Sure enough, this person should be a descendant of those ancient survivors who were "born". It seems that the treasures at the auction made these old monsters unable to sit still.

Recently, the news of the spies in the city reached the Maharaja's mansion, and the slave confirmed the identity of the person in front of him in his heart.

Hearing that the witch before him spoke High Valyrian instead of Low Valyrian or a regional dialect, the slave understood.

Valyria has a strict order. Only the descendants of the Forty Fire Peaks can use the high-level language, and the low-level Valyrians, outsiders, and slaves can only use the low-level Valyrian language.

"Your seat is in the middle of the venue. Considering your distinguished status, please follow me."

The slave led the way and led the two into a secret room, where the environment was superior and they had the privilege of taking pictures secretly.

Rhaenila did not expect such a "surprise surprise", but the irony is that the real survivors with dragons have to fight against the Kingdom of the Three Daughters to determine their status, while the descendants of the main peak families without dragons became the leaders in the Trade Federation. To sit on the guests.

Damon had already seen the strangeness, and looked at the secret room carefully, checking whether there was any hidden hand of Tyrosh inside.

"It's very clean." The Tyroshi didn't do anything, which relieved the guilt of the two.

"Welcome to Tyrosh! This city welcomes everyone from the world!"

"Of course, the barbarians of the Seven Kingdoms are not included!"

"Ha ha!"

Standing in the center of the venue, the Maharaja, who was full of belly and dressed in gorgeous clothes, joked.

Guests from all over the world also burst out with good-natured laughter.

"Thank you for your support of the Third Daughter Kingdom, and the Supreme Council sends its kindest regards."

"You old dog, why don't you hurry up and bring up the good things?" A cold male voice interrupted the intense atmosphere of the venue.

"You deserve to be a wizard who feeds the dragon!" the Maharaja replied helplessly to the people in the audience.

Although he was the wealthiest and most powerful slave owner in Tyrosh, the blue-lipped wizard who sat at the front of the venue was not easy to fight against.

He represents the House of Immortality from Qarth, and is one of the chief wizards of curses.

Seeing that the guests who sat down had already started to get impatient, Maharaja did not make too much noise, but started to introduce the first product.

"Little Valyrian pelts, a thousand."

What the Maharaja held in his hand was the skin of a small silver lemur.

The Little Valyrian is a lemur with silvery white fur and large purple eyes that lives around the forest of Qohor.

In the forest of Kohol City, the trees are tall, the trunks are as wide as a city gate, and the leaves are golden in the sun. The lemurs that grow in the dense forest resemble a miniature version of the Valyrians, so they got their name.

After the transaction was completed, the Maharaja continued to take some glass bottles wrapped in satin.

"Here we come." Some noble ladies' hearts moved, and Damon looked at Rhaenyla, who was covered by the mage's robe and couldn't see her expression clearly. This was one of her properties.

"It is said that this is a special potion developed by the great wizard according to legend."

"After using it, it can give off fragrance all over the body! Now it is spread in major city-states, so I don't need to introduce it."

"This set is mostly Valyrian-themed fragrances."

"Besides, there are some dragon perfumes..."

When the Maharaja introduced, some wives could no longer hold back and started discussing secretly.

"I heard that after using it, you can get close to the magic dragon..."

"This is a very popular potion nowadays, and the major city-states are out of stock..."

Before the Maharaja could finish speaking, some people had already raised their auction cards to bid.

The wizard of Qarth, the witch of Asshai... are also in the bidding.

Apparently, they were only trying to analyze the secret of the Targaryen family's ability to tame the dragon.

...One by one commodity was exhibited and auctioned, and the atmosphere in the venue became more and more enthusiastic.

"Next, there is a special magic item."

The boring people who were waiting had already pricked up their ears.

"The Plague Colossus of the Old Gods!"

(End of this chapter)