Chapter 205 For Wealth

Chapter 203 For Wealth

The Regretful Guest slowly pulled out the dagger, shook off the blood on it, pushed the wizard's body away, and revealed a tall figure covered by a hood.

"What did you see from the Immortal Temple?"

Zhalo looked back at the ancient stone wall of the Immortal Temple, exhaled lightly, and just smiled without answering.

At the same time, in the Red Wasteland, Mongo was scolding Greytren.

The black dragon crawled on the ground obediently, chewing a roasted whole lamb slowly in his mouth.

It seemed very honest, because it made a mistake and spent a lot of energy on destroying the city and showing off its power, which was not its mission.

In the end, after it calmed down, it only destroyed the outer city wall and completed one of its many goals.

Mongo was also helpless. He shouldn't have sent Greytren to complete the task alone. He thought the black dragon usually behaved very smart, but he forgot that it was still an irritable child who was less than one year old.

He came to Qarth for only three things: wealth, wealth, and wealth.

The first wealth refers to the richest city in the world, especially the port of Qarth.

Now, if most of the city is reduced to ruins in the flames of Greytrn, why would he come to Qarth to accept a ruin!

The second wealth represents the merchants of Qarth, their property and fleet, including themselves.

Greytrn sprays fire in the city at will, if he burns some by mistake, the result will be distressing.

They are all merchants who control a large number of routes and can create wealth.

Their trade is not only spread across the East and West continents, but can also sail to Braavos and Yi Ti, and even to another continent, Sothoryos, bringing back countless gold, gems and ivory.

As for the third wealth, it symbolizes the Jade Sea Gate.

A fortification built by the Qarth people on the strait, where they tax passing ships and control trade to the Jade Sea.

So, Mungo and Greytrn both made an important mistake.

At this point, there is no help, they can only speed up to Qarth.

The mighty cavalry marched forward, and crows gathered above their heads in joy.

They were smart and understood that war was about to begin. It had been a long time since the Red Wasteland had experienced such a stormy situation.

Outside the middle wall of Qarth, the Dothraki governors Harsha and Soth began to look at the wall again.

However, this time they did not feel helpless because they had already taken the outer city.

When the army put out the fire, Harsha immediately ordered the soldiers to demolish the wooden houses and recruited many Qarth craftsmen and people to rush to build siege weapons.

"Wait two more days, and we can launch an attack on Qarth!"

Hasha pointed to the wall in front of him that was partially destroyed by the dragon, and said to Sote:

"If the Qarth people cannot quickly reinforce the wall, we will concentrate our forces and attack this area."

Sote nodded in agreement, then tilted his head, as if recalling something, and then said:

"Remember the roar of the dragon? I think it wants to tell us something, but we don't understand the language of dragons."

"I just think it looks very excited, and it flew away with a roar. I like it very much, and I really hope it can fight side by side with us."

When talking about the dragon, Hasha was very excited. The dragon helped them break through the outer city.

And in the eyes of this commander, if there is no special weapon, a dragon is enough to defeat thousands of troops.

"Maybe we don't understand what it says, but this dragon seems to be on our side."

Shot is a cautious person. He reminded thoughtfully:

"However, we still need to pay attention to the dragon. We don't know what will happen next!"

Even in the holy city of Weiss Dothraki, only a few people know that Monggo has raised three dragons under the palace. Generals such as Harsha and Soth who have been stationed on the border for a long time are even less likely to know this news.

Even if the dragon "accidentally" helps the Dothraki, they still need to remain vigilant.

In the middle of the night, the silent Qarth trade market suddenly lit up with little lights.

This place is close to the seaside port, and there are wine cellars, warehouses and gambling houses on both sides of the road. The scene in the past was a sea of ​​people, day and night, but now it seems very empty.

Therefore, the little lights crossed an arcade street without any hindrance and went to the port.

Although the port of Qarth is huge, it is very orderly. They have reserved a separate dock for their own guild, and the dock behind the port is for merchant ships from other city-states to dock.

However, there is no ship here now. During the day, thousands of ships compete for crossing, and foreign merchant ships have already fled.

The little firelight stopped at the dock, which was left with only a mess, and then the firelight swayed a few times in the night sky.

Not long after, a rowing boat stepped on the waves and appeared not far away.

"Send this lord to the outer city!"

The boatman did not speak, but obediently docked the boat at the dock.

He looked up and glanced at the people standing on the dock, and his eyes finally fell on the only person who did not hold a torch.

It was a mysterious man in a hood, his whole body was covered, and no trace of skin could be seen.

He stood behind the crowd, but hid in the shadows. If the mysterious man had not taken the initiative to show up and prepare to board the ship, the boatman would not have discovered him.

For a moment, the boatman lowered his head and hung it even lower, with only a terrible name in his head: "Regret Guest".

In this way, the "regret guest" boarded the boat silently, and the boatman also rowed the famous boat towards the outer city without saying a word.

That night, many people couldn't sleep.

While it was still dark, a group of Dothraki cavalry were patrolling the outer city.

When the front of the team passed through a ruins, they saw a dark figure slowly walking out from behind a broken wall.

They immediately stopped there, and the heavily armed cavalry quickly drew their bows and arrows, aiming at the incoming people.

There were several people in the team who did not look like Dothraki, but looked like Dothraki. They pointed at the people coming. These people were all very smart Qarthites who knew current affairs.

At this time, a majestic cavalryman wearing armor straddled his horse and shouted to the visitor in a powerful Dothraki language:

"Who are you?"

One of the Qarthen men stood up and imitated the tone of the Dothraki centurion leader, pretending to translate loudly.

"The guests from the city want to meet your commander-in-chief and discuss a business deal with him."

The visitor, the regretful guest, was not afraid of bows and arrows and answered calmly, but his tone was filled with a hint of exhaustion and helplessness.

He arrived at the outer city very early, and he sneaked in quietly. He could clearly distinguish the status and weapons of the Dothraki.

However, he could no longer move forward.

The strict orderliness of the Dothraki camp and the discipline of the Dothraki soldiers surprised the regretful guest.

This was definitely not the dirty and chaotic group of horses he had in mind.

Fortunately, Regrettably is an ancient assassin organization. They know exactly what business can be done and what business cannot be done. If you do it, your life will be fatal.

So, he took the initiative to show up and expressed his intention.

The Dothraki chiefs did not answer after listening to the Qarthian interpreter. They turned around and left with some people, while others continued to patrol forward.

Regrettably, the customer carefully examined the situation in front of him and saw that the other party had no intention of killing him, so he also followed the head of the household.