The Glory of the Seven Gods of Ice and Fire

Chapter 134 Mill Unrestricted Street Contest

Myr, this city has reached a higher level under the rule of Westeros. As the capital of the New Seven Kingdoms, it is also the richest place in the entire New Seven Kingdoms. Its political and economic status has brought a lot of wealth. Gathered into this city, Mill is developing rapidly.

Even the citizens of Myr, whose interests were damaged due to the abolition of slavery - not to mention the looting during the destruction of Myr City - also gained new interests in this rise, so they obeyed the West. 's rule.

Myr was not destabilized by the collapse of the slave economy. Instead, it became more prosperous. Countless people came here with hope, and the buildings in the city became taller and taller. But even under this scene, there was still a shadow. , and there are still people struggling to survive.

Now, outside the moat of Myr, you can always see some chaotic small camps, like parasites on a giant whale. The history of these camps is not very long. They were only during the siege of Volantis. It was established by expeditioners who came with the influx of people from the west.

In the years when the expedition was in full swing, countless people spent all their money in exchange for a ticket to rise in class and came to the other side of the Narrow Sea. However, many people were faced with territory that had been enclosed and interests that had been divided up - the great After all, some people are just running along in this frenzy of carving up profits.

Those who were lucky enough to get three melons and two dates at the end of the war have returned to their hometowns, but there are always people who cannot return to the West or find a good job in the East, so they can only squeeze in the prosperous Myr to seek opportunities.

However, the city also refused the entry of these refugees, so these people could only build camps under the moat. The outer city of Myr had long been turned into flat land due to the war, which was suitable for development.

The camps then spread like moss, and were expanded by a steady stream of opportunity seekers from the west.

The huge amount of food produced in Myr supports these chaotic camps. After all, food is extremely cheap here, and the Iron Throne is also happy to support these camps. In the east, after all, it is better to have more Westeros people.

The camp of the rogues was almost empty, and the spies' hearts skipped a beat when they noticed this fact.

"Tell me, where is that idiot who soaks in shabu-shabu water all day long?" Then the riding crop impatiently pressed against the chin of a one-eyed man wearing a rusty half-armor, "He has delayed long enough, my Patience is limited, I don’t give him money to play with.”

These camps are also the most unstable places in the whole of Myr. Crimes occur one after another, but murder is very rare, because if there is a murder case, the Myr garrison will carry out a "clearance" - Myr is the capital of the new Seven Kingdoms. The chaos cannot be too chaotic.

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This time the riding crop finally hit his thigh firmly. Pate knelt down and cried out in pain, tears welling up from his eyes.

Although it seems that the Myr government has been letting the Westeros people outside the city have no regard for themselves, in fact, the Myr government has always cared about these people.

"Sir, would you like to try Mir's wine?" Pate, who had not been whipped, smiled with two big teeth missing and said as enthusiastically as a pug.

But today, a pair of luxurious riding boots that should not appear in this place, regardless of being splashed with mud, hurriedly bypassed the randomly scattered debris and messy wood fragments at the boundary, and the owner of the boots impatiently flicked his riding whip. , to disperse the curious gazes gathered from all around.

It is not that the Myr government has not considered eliminating unstable factors outside the city, but it seems a bit wrong to pack them back to Westeros, and the Iron Throne always hopes to see more Westerners across the Narrow Sea.

"You, you, you... can stay in the Nightingale Pavilion..."

However, the most important reason is that several big figures in Westeros are playing ball with each other. No one is willing to pay another settlement fee for these vagrants and soldiers. His great Majesty does not even bother to read the documents sent by Qiguaibaguai. One glance said to leave it alone and focus on his great project.

"Yes, yes, I have been making preparations, but the port security officer has been destroying the connection between various camps." At this point, he probed his head and said, "I think that dead eunuch named Wa or something is targeting me. I That’s why I hid here—”

In the Nightingale Pavilion, Pat, the cooper, was gulping down the Myr wine that he had never dared to drink in the past, even in his imagination. God be damned, he has always been a man with bad luck. Those bastards were trying to get rid of a few of them. Silver Deer was kicked out of the craftsmen's guild for such a trivial matter! Is there anything about him that doesn't look like a diligent craftsman? This world has no room for a man like him. Pell bitterly thought about all the bad luck that had accompanied him throughout his life. His ship encountered a storm first, and as a result, he only caught up with the most terrifying siege of Volantis and gained nothing. Those who came early It's just that after defeating a group of cheese sellers, they captured countless wealthy lands. You can find the city of Hugo in the woods. luck! luck! luck! He just didn't have good luck, and so did he...

"Pa." He received a moderate whip on the face, and as he said, his patience had indeed been exhausted. The man strode away from this scattered temporary camp, got on his horse and went straight to the tavern, galloping horse hooves. They stepped in puddles and splashed pedestrians, but they only dared to complain a few times and continued on with their lives.

"Yes, yes, sir, I'll go right away, go right away." Pate said, gesturing to his subordinates to help him out. The whip-wielding man looked at Pate with disgust, and then sniffed the smell in the room. , then frowned together and walked out of the room quickly.

bump! The door to the small room was violently pushed open, and the sound of a whip piercing the air rang in his ears. Pat's face, swollen and haggard due to hangover, shrank into an ugly ball of dough due to the imagined pain, but it didn't The real pain comes, so the dough is immediately spread into a flattering pie.

"Get out of here and do some errands!"

"Go and finish it before tomorrow! Stop fooling me! Otherwise, I'll cut you into pieces and throw you into the gutter the next day! Do you understand?!"

The man roughly kicked the limp Pel with his riding boots until he jumped up. However, Pate, who had not yet recovered from the alcohol and the girl's company, collapsed again, and was hurriedly lifted up by the subordinates who followed him.

The spy turned around and rushed to the Myr garrison. This was no longer a job he could do. Let the governor have a headache.

And when the spies went to report, on the beautiful streets of Myr, the citizens could see with the naked eye that there were more people with sloppy clothes and Westeros accents, and they seemed to be gathering somewhere spontaneously. After the military disaster, The citizens of Myr quickly locked their houses. As for the Westeros people, many of them followed the crowd and walked over, while others watched the excitement with interest.

When the chain of panic continued to spread to the Government House, the political heart of Mill, hundreds of homeless people had gathered, and the number was still increasing, and there was a vague tendency to block the gate of the Government House. "Westeros!" "Westeros!" "Westeros!"

Such sounds rose up and down in the crowd, completely drowning out the voices of the Myr garrison who were waiting in full formation. The faces of the garrison soldiers were full of panic. They did not expect that such a situation would suddenly occur.

Therefore, the Myr garrison was quickly dispersed. They were not like the troops on the front line of Upper Lorne who had been on the front line for a long time. These garrison soldiers who were in the rear and in a wealthy place did not dare to stab their spears. This makes them lose their deterrence.

"Listen, people of Westeros, you have been deceived by the bastards of Myr! We bleed here! You only benefited from the mincing bastards of Myr! It was they who deceived Lord Robert! It was they who swallowed up your compensation! We bleed for the Seven Gods and the Iron Throne just so these despicable Eastern Continent bastards can seize power!”

The inciting voice roared a few words and began to gasp a little out of breath, but immediately more and more chaotic voices followed. These voices were full of confusion and impact: "Kill the thieves of Myr", "Westeros" "The Greatest", "Kill the Infidels"... This further made the crowd excited, and even the crowd watching the excitement were infected and joined in.

However, due to the increase in the number of participants, various strange demands have also sounded. When the new order of Myr was established, various crude methods were naturally indispensable. People still remember it, and no one knows how to do it. Forget about those fat civil servants in Mill...but that's exactly what the organizers of the march want to see. What they need is a big enough momentum.

In front of the Governor's Palace, which was the former Myr Privy Palace, the Governor's Palace Guards were already standing ready, but the vagrants did not hesitate to push the Governor's Palace Guards. As the crowd continued to grow, so did their courage.

On the small temporary platform, Petra pulled a mercenary wearing a rusty chainmail, "Look at my brother! Look at our brother from Westeros! He was killed by Myr's crossbow. Shot blind!"

Such a personal display caused more frustrated mercenaries mixed in the crowd to curse and shout, triggering a new wave of condemnation in the crowd.

Pate did not stop, he opened his coat, "Look! Look at the whips these Myr dogs use to beat us! Look at the whips used to beat the people of Westeros! Have you ever been beaten by these thugs!"

There was even greater denunciation and restlessness among the crowd.

"We are the winners! Let the Myr dogs give us what we deserve!" The crowd began to shout similar slogans, and the voices gradually became unified. Regardless of whether they are successful in the East, when they see those rich Myr people People in Westeros always have this idea.

They are the victors, they defeated these bastards, these bastards who pursue the sin of slavery, why can they still live such a privileged life? Why can we be superior to the people of Westeros? These bastards even believe in pagan gods. Seven gods, look at your followers! Look how those bastards treat them!

In the Governor's Mansion, the flustered clerks stared at the Governor himself, the money-worshiping Earl Alexander Sedmon, the Earl of Long Arch Castle and the patriarch of the Sedmon family.

The Earl is only in his thirties this year, but he is bald early on. He wears a large gold chain around his slightly fat neck, dotted with beautiful gems.

Facing these gazes, the Governor just stared back. He didn't look too panicked, "Cole, first tell me, have you made arrangements for the relief of the homeless?"

"It's perfect, Your Excellency." The civil servant who was named nodded in panic.

The governor's face gradually improved, and he nodded. He twisted his hands covered with gold and silver rings, and then continued to ask, "Have the cavalry of the garrison arrived?"

"Not far!"

"Oops!" a clerk rushed in and shouted, "Someone attacked the guards! The cavalry is about to attack!"

Regarding this news, the Governor was greatly relieved, and his belly shrank a lot, but the next moment he continued to frown. He knew that the cavalry was enough to disperse these rabble, but the problem was the subsequent maintenance of stability - Seven Gods Above, there are those two commanders who came to investigate him. Damn it, why are they all together?

At the same time, outside the Governor's Palace, under the excitement of the crowd, the guards of the Governor's Palace were almost pushed to the door. If they continued, the fanatical people would rush into the center of Myr.

It was at this time that something happened, that is, someone pulled out a knife from his waist and stabbed a guard. The sudden occurrence of bloodshed caused people to scream, and the crowd was like hiding from a predator. Schools of fish dispersed around the injured.

At this moment, a sharp whistle sounded, and the cavalry from the Mill garrison who had just arrived responded. They rushed towards the center of the movement, the small platform, at low horse speed.

Along with the cavalry, there was also a battalion of soldiers. They were not wastes raised in the wealth of Myr, but soldiers who had been rotated from the eastern battlefield. They waved the spears in their hands without hesitation and kept flapping. On people, using spears in this way would not kill people, but it could also cut wounds on them, forcing them to bleed while running away.

As soon as Pate let out a half-scream, he was pushed back by himself. With the help of the mercenary beside him, he disappeared into the crowd and disappeared. The confused crowd instantly lost their target and began to scream and run away. Seeing this, the cavalry of the garrison immediately slowed down their horses, but the trampling of each other by the crowd was inevitable, and the cries and cries surged with the crowd. The cavalry did not wave their swords, but only waved their whips, but even so, Created a panic that defeated this huge crowd.

Soon, the crowd that had made trouble was dispersed, leaving only a mess and the unlucky people who died in it. Myr soldiers then began to clean up this messy place under the command of civilian officials.

As for Governor Alexander, he was not happy because the chaos was over. On the contrary, his mood was even worse...

(End of this chapter)