Chapter 291: Preparation for the Old Town

When the north wind of the north is about to spread the shadow and wreak havoc on the ignorant northerners, the green fields and summer seas of Westeros are experiencing the curse of iron and sea.

"Green fields and beautiful people, long winter does not come, shadows are unfortunate"

The melodious voice matches the plucking of the strings, like a mermaid singing on the rocks of the beach. The singing woman is the mermaid playing on the beach, and the tavern is the reef for the mermaid to rest.

"Good song!"

Whether it is a drunkard, a helper in the tavern, a dignitary or a commoner, they all applaud and praise it.

The singer pinched the hem of her skirt and bowed politely.

The singer came from Lys. Only the gods knew whether she was a prostitute in the Free Cities before. However, her stunning appearance made most men want to hear a positive answer. She had a unique exotic style belonging to the East Continent, delicate and flowing black hair, and a pair of charming eyes that seemed like amber inlaid on wheat-colored skin. Her smile could make everyone fall in love with her.

"If there is a lord who likes you very much, singer, I don't know if these are enough." The handsome young man with an obsidian hanging around his neck approached the singer, took her hand and kissed her.

A golden coin was also stuffed into her palm, with the head of a Targaryen king engraved on it.

"Sorry, sir," the singer leaned close to his ear, "I'm not a prostitute."

"Maybe the price is not enough?" The apprentice of the Citadel lifted his outer robe, revealing the silk clothes embroidered with green and gold stripes inside.

"Okay, Leo Tyrell, you are an apprentice of the Citadel, not a beggar who wants to buy sex."

"Apprentice?" The singer looked at him in surprise.

"Hahahaha!" The tavern burst into laughter.

Leo Tyrell pushed aside a strand of hair that blocked his right eye, turned his head and glared at the man who mocked him. He was a mercenary with strong arms. The long sword at his waist confirmed his identity.

He swallowed and took the golden dragon back from the woman's hand, "Okay, this bitch is yours."

Leo Tyrell was about to walk to a certain wine table in a depressed mood and continue to get drunk, but found a surprise in the corner.

His eyes lit up and tapped the golden dragon with his index finger, "I guess our dear Pate, the future great maester, has never heard such a sound in his life."

"Stay away, Leo." Pate obviously didn't want him to pay attention to himself.

"Of course," Leo Tyrell burped and sat opposite Pate. With a "pop", the golden dragon was slapped on the table by him, "Poor Pate," he murmured, his eyes like a sad poet, looking at Pate with malicious compassion. "I've never seen Pete with so much money in my life, Pete who longs for a woman's virginity."

"Stop!" Pete bit his lip and looked around in panic.

"Rosie, a nice name, is also a beauty that poor Pete has been looking forward to but can't get."

"Stop!"

"In my opinion," Leo Tyrell's head was close to Pete, and his right hand was playing with coins on the table, "a whore that can be bought with a gold dragon is really not worth it for you, poor..."

Leo Tyrell's words were still on his lips, and Pete's fist had already met him.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Leo Tyrell slid off the table, causing a large number of people to laugh at him again, and a trace of blood flowed from his nostrils.

Pet laughed, laughed without scruples, even if this would cause him to be targeted and troubled in the Citadel.

Leo stood up in embarrassment, pointed at Pete, "I will buy the virginity of that whore tonight, you wait and see!" He stomped his feet on the ground angrily and ran out of the tavern.

Seven layers of hell! Pate thought, he should have taken Leo Tyrell's golden dragon, damn it!

I want Rosie to hug me to sleep, Pate sat on the bench and moved uneasily, he couldn't watch Rosie's virginity being taken away by the hateful Leo Tyrell, no! Absolutely not!

If he got her, got Rosie, he would take Rosie away from Oldtown, go to the Free Trade City, go to Braavos, where no one would sell them into slavery, there would be no maesters, and no one would care about an apprentice who escaped.

Pate couldn't sit still, he drank the residue in the glass, which was nothing more than a fine wine in the eyes of some common people, but in the eyes of the nobles, especially Leo, it was probably not worth mentioning.

No, no, Pate put down the glass, although Leo was a scum, but he was also a lazy one, "Lazy" Leo, this was the name he was called by the people in the Citadel and the taverns in Oldtown. It is said that this nickname has long been heard by his dear knight father in Highgarden, I'm afraid he is just about to be beaten!

He was a lazy man, and he would not go to trouble Rosie in the middle of the night. Pate was relieved and held the wine glass again.

Nonsense! Seven layers of hell, what are you thinking about, Pate? He stood up, threw down the wine glass, and rushed out of the tavern.

He would find the alchemist now, exchange black iron for gold, and exchange gold for Rosie's virginity!

"Woo woo woo! ~"

The training ground on the other side of the Mead River began to train soldiers again, and the horns kept sounding. The mercenaries in the tavern cursed, reluctantly but put down their jobs one after another, put on armor, took their swords, and ran to the raft in the harbor.

He had to be fast, faster than the longboat of the Ironborn. Pate thought.

Passing through one street after another, bypassing the stalls that were in the way, and facing the fog that overflowed the surface of the Mead River, Pate found the alchemist.

"I want to exchange black iron for gold!" Pate said to the mysterious alchemist breathlessly.

"At least two merchant ships were intercepted by the Ironborn this morning. The value of the goods inside can at least help Oldtown hold another tournament!" The gray-bearded old man leaned on his cane and spoke very fluently, with the emblem of the Mead River Chamber of Commerce embroidered on his chest.

Gunthor Hightower's iconic long face did not move, but just nodded, "The Hightower family will protect your interests."

"May the Seven Gods bless you, but can I ask you about the fleet of Oldtown?"

"This is probably a secret of Oldtown. I'm sorry I can't tell you without my father's permission." Gunthor picked up his father's name again, which really worked, and the representative of the Chamber of Commerce was speechless.

The representative nodded helplessly, "Then wait until the old man of Oldtown sneaks out of the towering tower." He swung his cane, turned around, left the reception room where Gunthor was, and walked out of the tower.

This is a three-story tower that is specially designated to handle the port affairs of Old Town. The seven-color rainbow pattern is painted on the tower body. Recently, due to the arrival of Gunthor Hightower, it is also regarded as the command post of the Old Town fleet.

Gunthor closed the door and sighed tiredly. His elder brother Beile asked Gars to train the new army and manage the mercenaries, and let him command the Old Town fleet that had been forgotten for a long time. Although the shipyard was working day and night, Hightower's warship orders had been spread all over the world with merchant ships, but no legal city-state or port city would be willing to take the risk of selling the maritime force they depend on for survival.

What a hard job! Gunthor's long face made people feel negative and compassionate. At this time, due to the upcoming war, he was covered with a veil of sorrow. He looked at the reflection of his face in the window and couldn't laugh or cry.

But he only thought it was troublesome and was not too pessimistic about the result. These iron people were just pirates who were greedy for money. Only fools and lunatics would think so when taking great risks to rob.

Euron Greyjoy, at least he is a lord, he can't be crazier than the Mad King

He cast his eyes on the parade ground, where the recruits trained by "Gray Iron" Garth Hightower and the recruited mercenaries competed on the same stage. Looking at the neat battle, Gunthor felt much more at ease. His eldest brother has allocated a large sum of gold dragons from the treasury of Oldtown, hired a large number of troops, and recruited nearly a thousand knights in the fiefdom and tens of thousands of soldiers from their respective territories.

This is the real Hightower. Unlike the cowardly performance of other people from the Reach in the Battle of the Hills, the cavalry sent by Hightower defeated Stannis's troops several times.

The army is entering Oldtown one after another, and the flames of the towering tower will sooner or later turn green, the color of warning and war.

Gonsor sighed, sat back on his desk and chair, looked at a large stack of documents about port finance and naval fleet, touched his forehead, frowned and continued to read.