Chapter 206 Don’t Want to Dare Not

Chapter 204 Don't Want to, Don't Dare

The Dothraki camp moved to the square inside the outer city on the day that Greytorn destroyed the outer wall.

The sound of their horses' hooves echoed between the tents, mixed with the hammers of craftsmen and the harsh sound of sawing wood.

The chaotic sounds constantly stimulated the heart of "Regret Guest", as if even the air was agitated.

Everything told him that the Dothraki seemed to be ready to attack.

This made "Regret Guest" very uneasy, and his face under the hood was extremely ugly. He wanted to leave this depressing and terrible camp as soon as possible.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for "Regret Guest" to arrive outside the tent of the Dothraki commander.

He adjusted his breathing, concentrated his attention, and wanted to calm his mood.

However, the state of mind he wanted did not last.

After the Dothraki centurion went in to report, the content of the conversation that followed in the tent made him feel very scared: the King of Dothraki has come.

But before the "Regretful Guest" could react, a fully armed guard walked out of the tent and shouted in a muffled voice:

"Qarth people, Captain Harsha wants to see you!"

The Qarth translator was afraid of the Dothraki, but he didn't dare to offend the mysterious visitor from the city who looked difficult to deal with, so he conveyed the original words obediently.

The "Regretful Guest" focused all his attention on the warrior in front of him.

The other party was wearing a kind of heavy scale armor he had never seen before, with layers of iron sheets covering his whole body, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, like a steel statue wrapped in dragon scales.

Instinctively, the "Regretful Guest" got the answer in an instant. Apart from poisoning or stabbing the warrior's eyes, he couldn't think of any other way to kill such an armored warrior.

So, he obediently changed all his clothes, revealing an extremely ordinary face, and handed over all his weapons and poisons honestly.

Finally, the "Regretful Guest" slowly stepped into the tent of Captain Harsha under the warning and gaze of the guards.

The first person who caught his eye was a tall man with short black hair. He had a stern face and shouted at him:

"Who are you and what do you want to discuss?"

"I am Ezio, a master assassin from the ancient killer organization of Qarth - The Regretters. In addition, I am also the messenger of the Thirteenth Master, Xaro. I am here to ask you on his behalf whether you are willing to take into account the safety of his property. He can lend a hand when you don't want to bleed. So far, you still need to face two strong walls, although I now know that you have the ability to break them."

Ezio, who walked into the Dothraki camp, knew that the Dothraki were ready.

So when he said those words, he felt that the original owner Xaro was a little arrogant. He himself was very pessimistic now, and he couldn't help but add a truth after those high-sounding words.

"You are very honest!" The black-haired man replied with a smile:

"More sober than your employer, the Thirteenth Lord. No Qarth person is qualified to share the wealth of the Dothraki, because the moment we approach the city, their lives, homes, and wealth no longer belong to them."

"Moreover, you don't understand or respect the Dothraki. We never trade with anyone except the gifts we voluntarily give. We will treat anyone who wants to get extra property from us as an enemy and a thief."

"I can't help but wonder, if the dragon hadn't destroyed your walls, would you still be standing here openly today and talking to me?"

"That's a good question." Ezio nodded and continued:

"But the dragon came, our walls were destroyed, and I took off all my disguises and my deadly Weapons, stood in front of you openly, and Captain Harsha, it is said that you are invincible, as a warrior among Dothraki warriors, you don’t seem to be that brave. Until now, I have not seen the real commander of this army. "

"Who said he is not brave enough? You have seen him, but your eyes are not bright enough!"

The black-haired man laughed, pulled up his braid with one hand, pointed at the fully armed guard and said:

"I said before that our characteristics are too obvious. Harsha is invincible, and it is impossible for his braid to be as short as mine!"

After that, the black-haired man turned to Ezio and continued:

"I am Soth, the guard standing behind you is the real commander of this army, the most loyal warrior of the great khal, and the Dothraki Captain Harsha."

From the moment Soth opened his mouth, Ezio's body instinctively defended.

Before he could react and let down his guard, Harsha's muffled words came out of the armor again and reached his ears.

"What Soter meant is what I think. I will not negotiate, especially with those nobles of Qarth. I still remember how they cursed us."

"Besides, in this war, they have no right to negotiate at all. They must taste our arrows."

"You can leave. Find a place to hide and survive. If you want to talk to me again, go to the Hall of a Thousand Seats, then lay down your weapons and come to me again."

Ezio did not move immediately, and still said with a firm face:

"The Thirteen Giants are allies of the Regretful Guest. When my compatriots were displaced, they lent a helping hand, so we will fight side by side with them."

"Before I came to see you, I also sneaked into the camp. I didn't see the dragon and didn't hear the dragon's roar, which means that the dragon is not here, and it may not even belong to the Dothraki."

"There are two more walls in Qarth. They look magnificent, but they are not bad in practicality. They are tall and thick. In order to cherish the lives of your compatriots, please think about it again!"

After saying this, Ezio walked out of the tent.

"In the name of the great khal, how should we consider the conditions proposed by the thirteen giants?"

After the figure went away, Hasha took off his helmet and muttered softly.

Sott was also thinking carefully about the current situation. The great khal wrote everything in the secret letter sent by the messenger, but he thought that the way of handling it was not reasonable.

If the Dothraki took away all the wealth of the merchant guild, how could the merchants be convinced to serve them.

But he didn't dare to speak out. The prestige of the great khal was getting stronger and stronger. Even if others knew that he had made a mistake, they could only shut up.

Moreover, most people seemed to have the same idea as him, with the only exception being the official, Orver.

Unfortunately, Orver served as the Hand of the King and stayed in the holy city of Vaes Dothrak, and was not in the team heading south this time.