Chapter 64
The storm was like a herd of horses that had run loose, galloping amid thunder and lightning, and the torrential rain lashed the ground like waves, flooding the ground.

After Mungo gave the order, he rushed to the camp of the wounded soldiers, wanting to say goodbye to Kosoro, but at this time, the other party was already in a coma, and he leaned forward with a reserved character, but he couldn't say anything. talk.

The marching horn sounded suddenly, and he hurriedly turned and left, riding his horse and galloping out of the camp.

At that moment, Kosoro moved, as if there was no more inspiring music than the sound of horns, and if only he could hear it, he could charge again for Kaa.

However, in the distant free trade city of Pentos, overlooking the entire port of Pentos from the house of Illyrio Mopatis, it is calm, the sun is bright, the sky is clear and the ocean is almost integrated, and there are a few thin clouds. Float with the wind.

Pentos was at first ruled by a prince, chosen from forty full-grown males of noble families, to reign for life.

But over the centuries, the power of the prince was gradually surpassed by the governors, who only assumed ceremonial functions. For example, the people of Pentos believed that the gods were angry with them, and they would cut the prince's throat if they lost the war or failed the crops. , offering sacrifices to the gods to appease their wrath.

So only during the war of Pentos and Braavos, four princes were sacrificed in one year.

Today's Pentos is actually ruled by governors.

And Illyrio Mopatis is just such a wealthy merchant governor of Pentos.

His obese body was lying on his back under the beautiful cherry blossom tree, his hands covered with gemstone rings, stroking a pair of severed hands treasured in amber fascinatedly.

Occasionally, he would look at the table next to him with sad eyes, and there was a silver pendant box with a painted portrait on it. The portrait depicted a beautiful woman with blue eyes, pale blond hair dotted with silver threads.

The governor's oily yellow forked beard trembled slightly, revealing a mouthful of jagged yellow teeth, and said to himself:

"Dear Silla, every time I see that beautiful girl in the house, I will be shocked by her beauty. This will undoubtedly make me miss the happy time with you, but that girl is too timid She is shy and looks anxious and frightened all day long, which may bring some difficulties to our plan."

It wasn't until a guard of the Unsullied came to report that the invited guests arrived at the main gate of the house. The governor hurriedly recovered. He stared at the waiter beside him carefully and carefully put away these treasures before letting the Unsullied Let the guests in.

"Illyrio, your friend received the letter and came from the disputed place non-stop, but was blocked outside the brick wall with iron spikes, unable to receive proper hospitality, and you, the host, are here alone Leisurely appreciate the heroic appearance of my youth."

The person who came was a man dressed as a mercenary, but he hardly looked like a soldier. He was fat, with a big round head, light gray eyes, and thin hair was parted to cover his bald head.

He is the current head of the Golden Company, Harry Strickland, also known as "Homeless Harry", who boasts that he has been loyal to the Golden Company for "four generations". After losing the family fiefdom, the three generations from Harry's grandfather were all born in a foreign land, raised in the golden regiment, and fought for the mercenary regiment.

Following Harry's gaze, Illyrio glanced at a statue of a naked boy standing in a pool surrounded by six cherry blossom trees. This statue was handsome and elegant, holding an assassin dagger in a fighting posture. , the governor was a poor assassin when he was young, with nothing but a strong body and an unusually handsome appearance.

After a while, he greeted the past with enthusiasm on his face, and joked with a smile:
"Looking at myself in the past, and looking at myself now, I can't help but want to cry."

Captain Harry laughed out loud at the joke, but he didn't come alone, and behind him was a red-haired man wearing a valuable golden armband. This man didn't look like a good person , a look that is difficult to provoke.

"Illyrio, let me introduce you. This is Sir Tristan River, a core member of the Golden Group."

The Governor's information immediately corresponded to this person: the confidant that Captain Harry had drawn in came from the riverland of Westeros, and River was his surname as an illegitimate child, an outlaw exiled by the lord.

Illyrio is rich and good at exploiting human relationships. Thinking of this, he immediately smiled more generously and said:
"Sir Tristan Rivers, welcome, please forgive the stubbornness of the Unsullied, they are so no fun, but the house needs their protection, to prevent the Targaryen brothers and sisters from being assassinated by Westeros, after all, the Golden Group The purpose of uniting people with lofty ideals like you is to regain your homeland, of course, please let me treat you properly."

"Haha, none of this matters, let's talk about your letter." Captain Harry smiled and patted Tristan River on the arm, signaling him to stop acting like a mercenary. Governor Illyrio asked:

"You should know that the Golden Group has just signed a contract with Myr, and the Tyroshis promised double the reward and more benefits, trying to get us to terminate the contract. It may not be wise for me not to sternly refuse, which makes some people start to doubt the Golden Group And you, why did you ask us to agree to the employment of the Volantenes? If there is no reasonable explanation, the brothers in the regiment will wonder if I am delusional."

Illyrio didn't answer in a hurry. He led the two of them to a private room, ordered the Unsullied to guard the door tightly, and then slowly said:

"The widow by the water promised to lend me the waterway and warehouse in her hands for free."

"So you persuaded us to work for the Volantis for your own benefit." Tristan River spoke impatiently.

Illyrio hated this impulsive person in his heart, he didn't show any abnormality on his face, he just waved his hand like a fly and said:
"This is just my frankness as a friend. Let's talk about some specific content. First of all, the Volantenes offer the same employment contracts as the Tyroshis, but they are also willing to give more benefits to the Golden Group. That is the gold worth as much as Captain Harry Strickland, to make up for the loss of reputation caused by you tearing up the treaty."

All mercenary groups and even the golden group are the same. These people are the dead souls, scavengers, and liars wandering in Essos. enough.

Neither Harry Strickland nor Tristan Rivers spoke again, they were obviously moved.

Illyrio knew these people too well, because he was once one of them, and he knew that there was an even more crucial reason for Captain Harry to convince the top management of the Golden Company:

"Harry, do you remember our plan?"

 This chapter is a supplement to yesterday, and there are two more chapters today.

  
 
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