Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 129 Don't give yourself away
"Are you stupid?" someone nearby said.

With tears welling in his eyes, Verontor looked up and saw the merchant who had been behind him looking disdainful, flanked by two Dothraki.

"Aren't you afraid of getting robbed with so many gold coins? They're here to protect you!!"

When he left the square, Verontor had become a different person, showing his gold coins to every merchant he encountered along the way.

“Lahalo kept his word!” he shouted, his eyes glistening with tears of excitement. “Our commander-in-chief did not lie! I saw it with my own eyes, I obtained it with my own hands!”

Velontor traversed most of the city, his voice hoarse from shouting, but he didn't stop, "The Iron Bank has abandoned Pentos, but Lahalo will not! He is the true guardian of Pentos!"

As dusk fell, he stood at the warehouse entrance, a surge of pride rising within him, and recounted his extraordinary adventures to the workers who had gathered around him.

"Tomorrow, I will be able to restock, and you will all have work to do and food to eat! Remember! All of this is thanks to our great Commander-in-Chief of the Guard, Lahalo!"

...

As night fell, Rahalo looked down at the long queue, watching as gold coins were transferred little by little from the chests into the hands of the merchants, eliciting cheers.

Leon stood beside Lahallo, frowning.

"The Iron Treasury announced that all merchants and governors associated with you would have their credit ratings lowered to the lowest level. They were so scared that they wet their pants, and the council was in an uproar again."

Furthermore, they said they would stop if you cease building on Gedho. However, the Iron Treasury was required to send at least fifteen members to the Governor's Council of Pentos, with voting rights.

Lajalo stared at Leon. "You're willing?"

"Of course I don't want to!"

“That’s it,” Rahalo sneered. “Those people are used to being high and mighty, always thinking they can control everything with money. Little do they know, truth is only within the range of a catapult.”

Leon watched as the gold coins in the box dwindled, his eyelids twitching. He couldn't help but whisper in Rahalo's ear:
"We only managed to gather 600,000 gold dragons and 6 million silver deer. The box only has a thin layer of gold coins on top, and the bottom is all stones. We mustn't give ourselves away."

“The boxes are guarded, and they can’t really check them,” Rajalo laughed. “At this point, confidence is more important than the truth.”

"What will happen when this money runs out? And while the businessmen's working capital is secured, what about the customers and suppliers? These are all problems!"

"Hopefully they'll make it in time."

"Who can make it in time?"

Lahalo didn't answer, but said instead, "They should be arriving soon."

...

At midnight, the council chamber of the Iron Treasury was brightly lit.

Thormo Frega sat at the long table, his fingers lightly tapping the surface, a relaxed smile playing on his lips.

As the person in charge of targeting Lajalo, his actions were as precise as a scalpel.

"Fellow observers, our economic war has achieved remarkable results."

Pointing to a large chart on the wall, his confidence infected everyone present, "Within three months, we will tighten lending to Pentos by 80%, and triple the interest rate. Lajalo's credibility in Pentos has already begun to crumble!"

Besaro Ryan nodded in satisfaction: "Continue to apply pressure. We must not only ruin the construction of the city in Gedho, but also control Pentos. Lahalo is too much of a threat to us; we must stop him by all means!" The white-haired Bellamy raised his iron cup, his voice full of sarcasm: "To Lahalo, a presumptuous barbarian of the steppe!"

Just then, the door to the council chamber was suddenly pushed open, and Techo Nestos burst in, panting, his face filled with panic.

"My lords, urgent intelligence! We received a message from a raven: Lahalo has actually produced six million gold dragons and sixty million silver deer in Victory Square!"

A sudden silence fell over the council chamber.

“He declared to the people,” Tetsu continued, “that anyone who brought the contract and ledgers with the Iron Treasury could obtain a loan of the same amount. He also drove all the moneylenders out of Pentos! They were nearly beaten to death by the mob!”

"Impossible!" Bellamy jumped to his feet, his face ashen. "Where did he get so much money?"

Besaro slammed his hand on the table. "This is a provocation against the Iron Bank!"

"Bang."

Thormo swayed slightly, knocking over the iron cup on the table. The cup rolled to the side with a gurgling sound, spilling red wine all over himself, turning his gray-brown robe crimson.

The council chamber fell silent again; no one had ever seen Thormo so out of control.

"War!" Rebecca screamed. "This is war! We must send our fleet and teach those barbarians a lesson!"

Bellamy picked up his iron cup and tapped it on the table. "Lady Rebecca, don't forget, Lord Ferrego is ill, and no one can mobilize the Iron Fleet! Lord Thormo, you and Lord Ferrego have a close relationship, what do you have to say about that?"

"Lord Ferrego is very ill, and we must prepare for the power transition," Thormo sighed.

"Is it that serious?" everyone exclaimed in unison.

“Yes,” Thormo regained his composure, “I’m afraid the Iron Fleet won’t be able to launch an attack anytime soon, but,” he raised his voice, “we can hire mercenary groups! No one can refuse the Iron Treasury!”

"Stop!" Besaro raised his hand. "We'll talk about the war later," he stared at Thormo. "Have you calculated how much money we'll lose by losing Pentos's financial business, Lord Thormo?"

Rebecca immediately chimed in, "Yes, you must bear these losses alone. I propose reducing Lord Thormo's stake by six percent to ten percent! If the mission is not completed, then he shall be permanently stripped of his rights!"

The Iron Treasury has a carefully designed shareholding system, with twenty-three key keepers jointly holding all the shares of the Iron Treasury.

However, the first Key Keepers set a rule that allowed shares to flow among the twenty-three Key Keepers.

The original intention of setting this rule was to prevent future generations from being complacent, squandering the family fortune, and ultimately causing the Iron Treasury to fail.

If a key keeper makes a mistake that causes financial loss to the Iron Vault, the other key keepers may initiate a motion to strip the key keeper of all or part of their shares.

However, to prevent this rule from being abused and turning into a situation where the majority bullies the minority for their own benefit, the shares of the deprived party must be temporarily frozen until it is confirmed that the loss is irreparable, at which point a new executor will be elected.

If the executor successfully recovers the losses or resolves the problem, they will be eligible to receive the frozen shares.

The shareholding ratios of the twenty-three key-holders are very uneven, and over the years, some have even become symbolic 0.1%.

Having retained only voting rights and lost their eligibility for dividends, the only way to regain shares is to wait for the task to be carried out and then reclaim them.

When Besaro took over his father's role as the key-keeper, he only had 0.1% of the shares. Now, he has 32% of the shares, all of which he acquired through missions, making him the de facto largest shareholder.

(End of this chapter)