Two Dothraki messengers were brought into Viserys' tent.
The little king was sitting on his bed, wearing a fluffy cloak. His long hair was not tied up and spread freely around his back. He looked calmly at the two envoys who walked in.
What is interesting to see is that the one walking in front of the two Dothraki has dark eyes and an arrogant face, while the one walking behind has a humble expression, showing an opposite attitude.
There are two completely different attitudes towards being on a mission together?
So which one can better represent Drogo's will?
"Your Majesty the Governor."
And at this time.
The Dothraki who was walking behind took the lead with one hand on his chest and bowed to salute. He used the etiquette commonly used on the Essos continent, and spoke the common language of Westeros, and called him
Viserys is the unique title 'Governor' that is unique to the Free Cities, which seems a bit lame and funny.
However, Viserys just raised his eyebrows slightly, still sitting on his bed and looking at the two people who walked in, and then nodded.
"Please take a seat."
But before Viserys could say anything, the Dothraki who was walking at the front walked directly to the side and sat on a soft cushion beside Viserys' bed.
"presumptuous!"
The guards in the camp were furious when they saw this scene, and were about to yell, but were stopped by Viserys' eyes.
Then the little king withdrew his gaze and looked at the Dothraki with great interest. The other person's face was arrogant and his eyes were gloomy. Judging from his appearance alone, he was a cruel person.
He had witnessed the arrogance and domineering behavior of the Dothraki more than half a year ago, no, a year ago.
Drogo's father, Barbeca, only brought a few bloodriders to Pentos's banquet. He rushed directly to the throne of ivory and gold and scared Prince Pentos to the point of pissing his pants. Then he sat on the throne himself.
But the governors of Pentos didn't even dare to fart.
Compared to Barboccao at that time, this man's arrogance has been restrained a lot.
At least he didn't dare to break into the tent and ask to sit in his seat.
Viserys looked at the other person up and down, then chuckled.
Khal Drogo's bloodrider Corso was also looking at Viserys, and he could tell that the elegant and elegant young man in front of him was not very old, and was even a bit green.
Perhaps he was just old enough to become a warrior in his tribe.
However, although the other party's smile was flat, it made him feel particularly awkward for some reason, as if he was laughing at him.
But once I had this idea in my mind, I felt that the smile on Viserys's face was mocking.
Anger suddenly appeared on Kesuo's face. The young man kept laughing at him without even stopping.
However, Kesuo wanted to have a seizure several times, but in the end he thought of the looks in the eyes of the lambs that had just surrounded him, as if they were about to eat him, and finally did not dare to slam the table and have a seizure.
He awkwardly adjusted his sitting posture from left to right, and grabbed a troublesome flea from his neck. Then he directly stated the topic without any unnecessary nonsense, and spoke in a stiff tone in Dothraki.
The Dothraki language has more stressed syllables and sounds stronger. Viserys couldn't understand what the other party was talking about, so he immediately turned his head and looked at the translator.
The Dothraki translator heard the cold sweat on his forehead when he heard Koso's words. Not all Dothraki are brainless fools. There are some who are bold and not afraid of death, and there are also some who are not so courageous.
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However, the main reason why he was able to survive was that he had not lived in the Dothraki living environment since he was a child, but lived as a slave in the Golden Company.
The master he served seemed to be an exiled nobleman from Westeros, and he was later purchased by another Khal to serve as a translator.
But now that Kesuo has spoken, he can only bite the bullet and translate according to his meaning.
"Your Majesty the Governor."
"Khal Drogo demands that at least 3,000 slaves and 10,000 gold coins be handed over. If his losses are compensated, he is willing to leave here."
The translation was a bit lame and the words were blunt in many places, but Viserys still understood what he said.
"Three thousand slaves? Ten thousand gold coins?"
Although the continent of Essos also collects gold dragons, it also has a variety of currencies. Almost every free trade city-state has its own currency.
Including Qarth and Volantis's shining coins, gold marks, etc. In addition to circles, there are also oblong, triangular, and prismatic ones.
Although Viserys had been prepared, he was still surprised when Drogo's lion opened its mouth.
"Too much."
Then he shook his head with a self-deprecating smile on his face.
"It seems that Khal Drogo really thinks of me as a rich man."
"In this case, if we can't reach an agreement, then push them down and kill them."
The little king looked at the guards on the left and right, and then gave instructions in a calm tone.
"I can't afford this amount of money."
"Similarly, they will not hand over their own people to be slaves."
When the guards standing on the left and right sides of the tent heard Viserys's order, they immediately pulled out the daggers at their waists and placed them on the necks of the two Dothraki.
Without even a chance to resist, the two men were dragged out and killed according to His Majesty the King's order.
The Dothraki translator was frightened to death in an instant. He naturally understood what Viserys said. He did not expect that this young governor, who seemed to be smiling on the surface, would fall out with him whenever he wanted, which caught people off guard.
Others would always ask for high prices and pay back the money, and everything could be negotiated. However, they never expected that Viserys would kill someone without money or people at a single word.
Drogo's bloodrider, Corso, could not understand what Viserys was saying. Before the translator could even speak, the guards on the left and right had already put their swords on his neck.
But at this point, there was no need for a translator. Keso understood everything in an instant.
The arrogant-looking Dothraki's face still showed no fear at this moment, but turned into madness. A pair of gloomy eyes were locked on Viserys's mouth, yelling something, and it seemed that he wanted to struggle.
The translator was trembling and did not dare to translate Koso's threat, that Khal Drogo would avenge them and kill all these lambs.
However, the bloodrider guard was still talking and glared at the translator fiercely, and then said a few more words. The translator was slightly stunned for a moment, then realized what he was saying, nodded quickly, and spoke loudly to Viserys.
"Your Majesty the Governor."
"Lord Koso challenges you in the tradition of the Dothraki. If...if Lord Koso can win, I hope you can let us go."