Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 111 Large Warships
The craftsmen modified the projectile arms of these catapults into booms, and added a central shaft to the bottom.

The operator controls the counterweight to collect the rubble and debris onto a huge wooden disc, which is then lifted and placed onto a wooden cart next to it.

Two wooden tracks are laid beneath the wooden carts, extending all the way to the warehouse and storage yard.

Golis's eyes were full of admiration. "When you suggested converting the catapult into a crane, I thought I misheard. But now it seems your decision has truly ushered in a new era!"

Lajalo was unmoved by his flattery; almost all technological products were originally intended for military use.

In the future, several standard cranes will be installed at each dock in the port. In this way, each box of grain, wine and silk will have a fixed weight. Workers can easily unload the goods by adding the corresponding counterweights, which will greatly improve efficiency. Merchants will certainly be happy to do so.

Efficiency is money!

Money is taxes!

All the taxes are his!

"If the dock is built in the future, how much cargo will these cranes be able to handle every day?" He only needs to give orders and doesn't need to worry about the specifics; others will naturally help him.

“Each crane can handle about 30 tons per day, so 20 cranes would be 600 tons,” Golis said proudly, puffing out his chest. “In another month, all 40 cranes will be installed, and we will have Essos’ most efficient port, with a daily throughput of 1,200 tons.”

Golis lowered his voice, "Based on the current trade volume, that means we could collect a tariff of eight hundred gold dragons per day. If you allow me to increase it slightly..."

Lahalo glanced at Golis and immediately realized he had misspoke.

"You can only have less, not more, and you should even exempt necessities like grain and cloth from taxes. If I find out you're up to something, I'll chop off your hands, put them on a rope, and hang them around your neck."

“Of course, of course,” Golis nodded hurriedly, sweating profusely and his blood-red hair practically standing on end. “I just wanted to accumulate wealth for Lord Kao…”

“I am looking at the wealth of the city-state as a whole, not my personal wealth.”

Lahalo subtly put on a show of power, claiming that the entire city-state's wealth belonged to him and that anyone who dared to undermine him would have their hands chopped off—literally.

This needs to be noted down; we'll need an auditing team later.

...

The following morning, Lahallo brought Garland Tyrell to the shipyard on the north side of the port.

This property originally belonged to Semen, but now it belongs to Lajalo.

On the slipway, more than a dozen warships were undergoing intensive repairs. At the entrance of the shipyard, more than a dozen craftsmen were waiting for him. The leader was named Grole, who was now the head of the shipyard and had been the captain of the merchant ship Seidourio under Illyrio.

Besides the Seidurion, Illyrio also had two large ships with two hundred oars, the Summer Sun and the Playful Yosso, which are now part of Lahallo's naval fleet.

“Your Excellency Káo,” Grolai bowed deeply, “please allow me to show you around.”

They first visited two 200-oared Drogon warships, which were 86 meters long and about 20 meters wide. Because they were oar-powered ships, their masts were not very tall.

On Earth, an 80-oared Deromon is considered a heavy ship, but this world can build ships with 400 oars. The technology tree is a bit off, and there are even elevators on the Great Wall, so Laharo wasn't surprised.

Lahalo then climbed the gangway onto the warship "Death of King Robert," the only 400-oared warship in the royal fleet. The deck was piled high with timber, and craftsmen were coming and going, focused on their work.

Six catapults were mounted on the sides and at the bow and stern, with a range of over 300 meters. Then, inside the warship, the second deck housed the officers' quarters and the tactical room, which contained nautical charts and various navigational instruments.

There are also living quarters for soldiers and crew, with rows of hammocks hanging neatly in the cabins. The kitchen is located at the stern, with several large pots that can prepare food for hundreds of people at the same time.

The lower deck serves as both a paddle rack and a storage area. It contains a large quantity of spare paddles and canvas for emergencies.

"How many people are needed to operate a fully loaded 200-oared Deromont?" Lahalo asked, noticing that Garan was staring blankly at a pile of rags.

“400 oarsmen, 100 sailors, and 200 officers and soldiers, about 700 in total,” Groley replied, “but at least 500 are needed to sail.”

Laharlo nodded. Besides the "Death of King Robert," he also had six 200-oared warships and eight 80-oared Drogon under repair on the slipway.

Those medium-sized warships were also over fifty meters long, each equipped with two catapults, making them suitable for reconnaissance and rapid raid missions.

How many sailors do we have now?

"There are only a little over three hundred people at the moment, but there are still more than one hundred Ironborn prisoners. However, even if we use them, these warships will not be able to form a combat capability for the time being. It will take at least three months to retrain the sailors."

“Alas,” Groley sighed, sounding quite regretful, “that catastrophic explosion destroyed most of Robert’s fleet, and more than a dozen warships were lost at sea. It’s such a pity.”

Garland had been rummaging through a pile of rags on the ground for a while when he suddenly exclaimed, "What? It's a purple grape flag? The Redwin family has joined the war too?"

A slight smile played on Rahalo's lips. "Yes, they've joined the war too. Logically, I should hang you on the flagpole as well."

Garland looked completely bewildered. "Shouldn't they have brought money with them?"

"You mean your ransom? The prisoners said that 50 gold dragons sank to the bottom of the sea, right below the dock. House Redwyn was coerced by Robert into joining the siege."

Upon hearing what Rahalo said, Garan's expression immediately relaxed. "So, if I can retrieve those golden dragons, can I leave? After all, that's the ransom the family prepared for me."

Laharo shook his head and said, "No, no, no, those golden dragons were my spoils of war after defeating Robert! You should ask Robert for your ransom!"
He robbed your Tyrell house, a disgrace indeed! Doesn't Lady Olenna intend to declare war on Baratheon?

His rapid-fire questions left him bewildered, speechless, and stammering, unsure how to respond.

Rahalo suddenly changed the subject, "But when did I ever stop you from leaving?"

Garland was even more confused. "What do you mean?"

“You may leave at any time, Sir Garland from Highgarden,” Rahallo chuckled. “I think you’ll be interested in what happens next.”

"whats the matter?"

"How do you think Westeros will develop after Robert's defeat?"

Garland pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "I'm not sure. But there will definitely be turmoil."

“To tell you the truth,” Rahalo said mysteriously, “I know that Joffrey and his siblings are the sons of Cersei and Jaime, and that the Lannisters will definitely put him on the throne. So here’s the problem: Stannis and Renly also know all this, so they will never accept Joffrey. They will each become kings, and the South will fall into civil war.”

Upon hearing this, Garland felt as if he had been struck by lightning. "How do you know all this?"

(End of this chapter)