Chapter 618: Sigmar Man Mekar Targaryen

Chapter 618 Sigmar Man - Maekar Targaryen

"This is our condition, one hundred gold dragons!"

"One ship?"

"No, one person."

Inside the Great Pyramid of Meereen, a happy silver-haired queen met the Lannister brothers again.

Jason was covered in mud, and he only washed his face randomly, and he was in a trance.

I couldn't believe that he, a duke of a realm, was not only beaten, but also blocked in the hall for blackmail.

Tylan opened his mouth wide and said in surprise: "Even if we want to, we can't get so much money."

There are many fleets led by his brother, but the sailors are detained.

If you want to rescue them, one hundred gold dragons per person, it's better to kill them all.

"I can't afford so much money, forget it!"

Jason said a complete sentence with a big face full of bruises.

He will never spend an extra gold dragon to redeem people.

Even if the conqueror is alive!

"You're here again, crying poor."

The silver-haired girl sat on the throne, her long, tanned legs folded at her side, and said with disdain: "Who would believe it if it came from the Lannisters?"

She was communicating with Tyran, counting on her fingers: "Your stables and kitchen were dug out of the gold mountain, everyone knows it."

"Yes, everyone knows it!"

Racharino, dressed in a colorful woman's outfit, crossed his arms and echoed the queen's remarks.

"No, not a single gold dragon!"

Jason spoke first, like a clown shouting on the stage.

The silver-haired girl covered her forehead and waved her hands in annoyance: "Maybe he should shut up."

A complete idiot, he has no right to an equal dialogue.

Bang——

Racharino punched Jason in the stomach, turning him into a hunched golden shrimp.

"Hey, we agreed to only negotiate and not fight!"

Tyran was standing by, his eyelids twitching with fear.

Although he admitted that he didn't like his twin brother very much, he couldn't bully him right in front of him.

What did he think of the Iron Throne and the Lannister family?

Seeing this, the silver-haired girl was very polite: "Take him away and treat him as a guest."

"Yes, Queen."

Rachelino smiled evilly and dragged the half-conscious Jason under his armpit.

"No, no."

Tylan was shocked and wanted to step forward to stop him.

His niece was only two years old, and he couldn't ruin her brother's innocence.

"Don't worry, Rachelino has a quirk, but his orientation is normal."

The silver-haired girl pretended to be generous and persuaded.

For some reason, he was always polite to Tylan as an envoy.

Hearing this, Tylan didn't dare to question it. He turned around and took a deep breath: "Madam Elena, I can't agree to those conditions on behalf of Jason. Let's talk about business."

It is undeniable that Jason is an arrogant and conceited fool.

As a twin brother, all he can do is to save the other's life. The rest depends on whether he can clear his mind.

This is not Westeros, let alone the Westerly ruled by the Lannister family.

I hope that a beating will teach him to be humble and courteous.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Elena raised her chin and emphasized her identity again.

Tyran laughed dumbly, "Haha, what is your legal principle, and where is your ruling territory?"

"My bloodline is the legal principle, and the three city-states rebuilt on the ruins of the old Ghis Empire all recognize it."

Elena rolled up a strand of silver-gold hair at her fingertips, showing the characteristics of the Valyrians.

"As far as I know, your rule suddenly rose like a storm."

Tyran looked at the silver-haired purple-eyed man with a look of surprise, and asked cautiously: "Forgive my presumption, what is your surname...?"

Just four years ago, a pseudo-dragon bloodline was destroyed in Slaver's Bay.

Elena straightened her back, her eyes revealing memories: "Dianliga! The ancient and noble bloodline of the Dragon King, the guardian family of the thirteenth peak of the Fourteen Fire Peaks."

"..."

Hearing the other party's undisguised origin, Tailan was stunned on the spot, at a loss: "Wow~?"

Another Dragon King bloodline.

I wonder if the king will burn the Slave Bay again after hearing the news.

"Well, this is really surprising information."

Tylan coughed twice and hesitated: "You should know how much disaster will come from lying about an unknown Dragon King's surname."

Because the other party was still polite to him, he reminded him out of politeness.

Not everyone with a random surname can pretend to be a descendant of the Dragon King.

Elena.Dianliga was unmoved and asked: "Do you think I'm lying, Lord Tailan?"

"I don't mean to, it's just the fact."

Tylan smiled.

He didn't want to be beaten up for a reason like Jason.

"You are very honest, and it makes me irritated."

Elena supported her face with one hand and said lightly: "I have heard about the hybrid dragon king. He is a fake with the blood of Fitznik, which is very different from me."

She was born in the land of Changxia, knew the inherited knowledge passed down by word of mouth, and escaped from the cursed land with great difficulty.

She is a real dragon, just like her blood relatives on the Western Continent.

Tylan hesitated for a moment and interrupted; "What you said is reasonable, why not talk about the trouble of the slave ship."

The previous topic was too sensitive.

It is better to hurry up the negotiation and leave in one piece.

"You say." Elena raised her hand to signal, always maintaining the immature aristocratic etiquette.

She is adapting to her new surroundings and learning to fit into a world that is different from what is common sense.

Old Valyria was destroyed.

Except for the same clan in the Western Continent, the Dragon King surname has lost its former prestige.

"Madam, slave ships are arresting passing ships near Volantis and the Stepstone Islands, which has seriously affected our maritime trade."

Tailan regained her composure and told her the reason for her visit.

On behalf of the Iron Throne and Prince Maekar, he denounced the evil deeds of Slaver's Bay.

"I'm sorry for affecting your business."

Elena's eyes flashed slightly and she apologized.

Tailan had an idea and said helplessly, "My father once told me that any seemingly gorgeous modification before the word "but" is just fart."

Elena smiled slightly and blurted out: "But!"

Tailan:......

He knew that women couldn't reason.

"This is Slaver's Bay and we need slaves."

Elena talked eloquently, "Just like the Lannister family sits on the golden mountain, I can't stop you from digging for gold."

If slaves were not captured in Slaver's Bay, would they rely on farming on barren land or go into the sea to catch smelly fish and rotten shrimps?

Tailan was furious for a moment and said forcefully: "You should have some control. Besides, selling slaves is a sin and will be punished by the old and new gods."

“The slave trade is an ancient tradition.”

Irena frowned and retorted: "Both the old Gith Empire and ancient Valyria allow slaves to exist."

"Because of this, the two behemoths you talked about have perished."

Tailan argued hard and stabbed him mercilessly.

"This..." Elena was speechless.

No one can tell whether the doomsday catastrophe is a natural disaster or man-made.

But one thing is undeniable, that is, the ancient Valyrian people did commit many evil deeds.

Taking advantage of the victory, Tailan pursued the attack, pretending to be powerful and saying: "On behalf of the Iron Throne, I formally communicate with you to stop the brutal behavior of slave ships at sea, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

There is someone behind your back, and you have to be tough when you speak.

"What if I say no?" Elena's face darkened.

What would she eat if slaves were not sold?

Slave trading was legal in the Freehold Empire and she was not committing a crime.

"Then you..."

Tailan stopped talking and changed his words: "Then you will be in trouble and my king will be angry."

"You are a loyal minister and good general who knows how to protect himself wisely."

Elena was not disgusted by this, but she was not frightened either. She said calmly: "It seems we can't reach an agreement. When your brother pays for his redemption, I will let you go as well."

"What?" Tyran was immediately confused.

It wasn't until the slave soldiers grabbed his shoulders that he yelled in refusal.

"Enter him well."

Elena was hungry and tired, and said without interest: "Prepare a plate of quail meat for me. Don't see any mutton smell on the table."

"No, no, you can't treat an envoy like this!"

Tailan was so anxious that she struggled hard.

Elena rolled her eyes and walked straight to the back bedroom.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew by the window, lifting the gauze hanging curtain.

"Huh?" Elena was stunned for a moment.

boom--

A huge black shadow streaked across the sky above Meereen, quickly climbing up the Great Pyramid, and the huge impact shattered large pieces of glass.

"dragon!!"

A heart-rending shout came from outside the tower, followed immediately by the commotion of people jumping on their backs.

Elena's eyes widened, and she quickly ran to the window and looked out.

"Hiss!"

A giant creature with a silvery gray body and mist-like wing membranes flashed past like a nimble swallow.

"Dragon! Get ready!"

"quick……"

The slave soldiers screamed loudly, turned the scorpion crossbow on the city wall, and fired out the fine steel spears.

boom--

Over the red-brick-lined Meereen, a giant silver-gray dragon rushed down, pouring out smoke-like gray dragon flames.

The dragon flames blocked the vision, and the dragon plunged in and rushed out, creating a terrifying explosion.

Immediately,

"Hiss!!"

The moment the silver-gray dragon rushed out of the dragon flames, it glided past the towering city wall where the scorpion crossbow was placed, which could not find its direction. A mouthful of gray dragon flames swept through it like a string of beads.

"ah!!"

"Fire! Help..."

The city wall ignited a fire like a tarsal maggot, and the slave soldiers screamed miserably, trampling each other and falling to the ground.

"Dragon! A living dragon!"

In the Shwedagon Pagoda, Irene was trembling all over, her eyes filled with tears.

…

A long time ago, Meereen Square.

"Hiss!"

The silver-gray dragon stands majestically, its huge head looking around, its cold vertical pupils full of awe.

Slave soldiers gathered around dozens of meters away, holding spears and not daring to step forward.

"Quiet, Thrax."

Meka was riding on the saddle, her face calmly wary.

His teacher was lost.

Volantis cannot live without Tyran Lannister, just as the Stepstones cannot live without King Aegon.

Hmm...it should be fine.

"Your Highness!"

After waiting for a while, Tailan's figure appeared, his face flushed with excitement.

He knew that someone would fish for him.

Also appearing with him was Ilena, who was surrounded by guards.

Elena's eyes were fascinated, looking at the ferocious-looking silver-gray dragon from a distance.

It is more than twenty meters long and is as big as a small castle standing on the ground.

Maybe it couldn't compare to those adult dragons, but in front of the tiny slave soldiers, it was still a mighty giant beast.

Thrax has a strange appearance.

Except for the silver-gray scales and misty wing membranes, the dragon's head is three times the size of an ordinary dragon, and its exposed fangs are like a giant guillotine that can split mountains and rocks.

The dragon's tail has no dorsal fin, and the end is flat and shell-shaped. It swings as powerfully as a battering ram.

The silver-gray scales on one shoulder blade and half of the wings are shining with colorful oil, reflecting the halo in the sun.

At first glance, the first impression is ferocious and hideous.

It's like a war machine that tries every means to increase its lethality.

"Have you been kidnapped, Lord Tailan?"

Meka tilted his head, and a hint of mischief flashed in his sapphire eyes.