Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 132 The group is destroyed
Passing through the hall, you enter a separate courtyard specially decorated for banquets, with a large long table in the center, on which a sumptuous feast of food and wine is laid out on a white tablecloth.

The shareholders of Rogers Bank and the envoys of the Iron Bank were already present, each accompanied by one or more stunning beauties, chatting and laughing together.

The conversation ranged from the latest trade routes to the gladiatorial games of the following day, but all of it deliberately avoided mentioning Harry, the outcast.

The waiter looked disgusted when he served him the drinks, as if he were afraid that the man had some kind of infectious disease.

Harry didn't mind, took the glass, and stood alone in a corner, scanning everyone with his eyes.

Adrian had a bejeweled woman on his left arm, who looked like him and was probably his daughter, while his right arm was around a young prostitute. He frequently raised his glass to toast the guests.

“Look at that bald mercenary,” one of the shareholders’ wives deliberately raised her voice, “did anyone hire him? I thought he was a circus clown!”

A burst of laughter immediately erupted around them.

Harry remained unfazed, smoothing his bangs. Since Matthew said there was a chance for things to turn around, what did a few sarcastic remarks matter? Doing things for Kao was the most important thing.

Just then, Matthew came to his side and handed him a fresh glass of Summer Red. "Don't pay attention to those shallow people, Sir Strickland. Reese are used to using wealth to cover up their inner emptiness."

Harry smiled wryly. "I'm used to it. Even the Golden Company has its share of people who make fun of me."

“The conservatives control the vast majority of the shares, and the progressives have always been marginalized,” Matthew explained. “Uncle Adrian has been in charge for over two decades, and no one dares to oppose him. They are hedonistic, short-sighted, and have abandoned the glory and honor of their ancestors.”

"It seems my mission has failed. Alas, I wonder what Lord Kao will think."

“Who knows until the very last moment?” Matthew shrugged and said mysteriously, “Sometimes, fate brings unexpected twists and turns.”

Just then, a maid carrying a tray walked through the crowd. She was dressed in the same light gauze dress as the maids of the Perfume Garden, her hair tied under a white headscarf, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and she had an otherworldly innocence.

The maid, with her head down, seemed not to see where she was going and bumped into Matthew and Harry, spilling red wine all over the floor and splashing it onto Matthew's boots.

"I'm so sorry, adults!"

The maid was greatly alarmed, and seemed about to cry. She quickly knelt down to wipe them clean, and then swiftly replaced their wine glasses.
"Please enjoy, gentlemen. This is our finest Summer Red."

Matthew didn't care about the details, casually took the glass, and continued talking to himself, "If I had a say, I would definitely cooperate with Lajalo. The Iron Vault has monopolized the financial industry for far too long..."

Harry was distracted, his eyes searching for the maid in the crowd, but she had already disappeared.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall grew increasingly dissolute. Several Iron Treasury envoys couldn't wait to embrace courtesans and retreat behind a curtain in a corner, followed by bursts of laughter and applause.

"Everyone!"

Adrian struck the crystal glass, and the room immediately fell silent as all eyes turned to the bank's largest shareholder.

He was surrounded by three of the most beautiful girls in the brothel, one with white skin, one with yellow skin, and one with black skin, symbolizing the bank's friendly relations with all parties.

"Thank you all for joining the Rogers family for this small gathering. Tonight we celebrate the bank's record-breaking performance and welcome our distinguished guests from all over the world."

He glanced specifically at the few wise men from the Iron Treasury below the stage, "especially our old friends."

After a round of mutual flattery, Adrian changed the subject, "Today we have a special guest, a mercenary envoy from the steppe barbarians."

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, he pointed his finger at Harry.

"The barbarians of the grasslands think they can shake the Iron Treasury's eight-hundred-year-old foundation with just a little military strength. What a pipe dream!"

He then raised his glass and shouted, "To tradition! To order!"

“A toast to those who know their place!” another shareholder added, looking at Harry defiantly. A courtesan sat on his lap, her arms around his shoulders, stroking his shiny bald head.

The banquet hall resounded with enthusiastic applause and cheers. Amidst the clinking of glasses, eleven prominent shareholders stood side by side, displaying unity and holding wine glasses, creating a spectacular scene.

"Tomorrow," Adrian announced loudly, "we will sign a cooperation agreement with the Iron Treasury to jointly promote the financial prosperity of the Free City!"

He then looked at Harry: "Mr. Rahallo can find another way. Rhys doesn't welcome barbarians!"

The eleven shareholders raised their glasses together, toasting, "May the friendship between Rogers Bank and Iron Vault last forever!" and then drank it all in one gulp.

However, Adrian's smile suddenly froze on his face, his face turned pale, and the cup slipped from his hand and shattered on the marble floor.

His face contorted in pain, his nails digging frantically into his chest, as if trying to say something, but only able to let out a terrifying hissing sound.
The other shareholders also clutched their throats, and streams of black blood gushed from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths, staining their chests red!

Some people tried to call for help, but couldn't make a sound; others tried to grab the people around them, but they all fell to the ground together, convulsing uncontrollably.

The banquet hall instantly descended into chaos, screams erupted, guests panicked and scattered in all directions, while the courtesans were limp and trembling, their beautiful faces contorted with terror.

Harry was stunned by the scene and instinctively looked around, trying to find the assassin, but to no avail.

Within a minute, all the shareholders of Rogers Bank died, their faces contorted in horror, a scene straight out of hell!
The guards stormed into the banquet hall, weapons in hand, looked around, and pointed their swords at Harry: "Don't move! You murderer!"

All the well-dressed people are dead; the one with the repulsive appearance must be the murderer. That's the prevailing social norm; that's how they think.

At that moment, Matthew raised his arm to block Harry's path: "I am Matthew Roger, and now the largest shareholder of Roger Bank! Sir Strickland was with me the whole time; he couldn't possibly have poisoned me! Search other places!"

The guards scattered in a flurry, leaving only two people standing. Matthew let out a long sigh, a slow, gentle smile curving his lips.

"Sir Strickland, we can talk now..."

"It's you……!"

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief!

Matthew waved his hands repeatedly, "No, there are very few people in the world who can successfully poison someone in a city-state like Ries, which is known for its poisons."

...

In the back alley of the perfume garden, a maid looked around to make sure no one was following her before throwing her maid outfit to the ground, revealing a fitted outfit with gold and red ribbons fluttering in the wind on her black braid.

"That bastard Lahalon!" she muttered angrily. "He'd rather marry someone else than me, and he makes me do all the dirty work! Next time I see him, I'll kill him!"

"Hehe, are you willing to do that?"

Suddenly, a silvery laugh came from behind her. She turned around and saw a blonde, blue-eyed girl standing behind her. Her face was pure and her skin was fair and delicate, as fresh as a summer strawberry.

"Trenny, I think you're just jealous!"

"Hehe," Treni clapped her hands and chuckled, her big, watery eyes wide. "Sister Namelia is shy. You've fallen for that bastard!"

"Shut up!" Namelia's pretty face flushed red. "If Father didn't also dislike Roger, I wouldn't have bothered coming. Helping that bastard was just a side job!"

Treni linked arms with Nymeria and walked forward with light steps. "When will I get to experience the power of the Grass Sea Wild Horse?"

"Tch, with your small frame, you'd better watch out, or you'll get run over and killed..."

(End of this chapter)