Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 135 Rahalo Wants to Be a Debt Collector
Three days later, Laharo and Matthew Roger sat facing each other. The only difference was that this time, ten large chests filled with gleaming gold were neatly stacked on the floor of the council chamber.

Three million gold dragons, 840000 ounces, 5250 pounds, equivalent to 2.38 tons!
“Three million golden dragons,” Rahalo laughed. “Why don’t you stay a few more days and count them properly?”

Matthew's pupils were tinged with gold, and he could not hide his shock.
"Three days? This...this..."

Leon had already been told what had happened, but seeing so much gold still left him utterly shocked.

Just three days ago, he was worried about Lajalo's promise, but now he has witnessed firsthand what it means to turn the tide!

Leon finally understood why Lahalo could rise from a grassy sea khao to become the lord of Pentos.

In this dog-eat-dog world, Lahalo has mastered the most important wisdom: how to get others to fight for their own interests, how to form alliances and leverage their strengths to achieve victory in the war without gunpowder!
Matthew took a deep breath, took out a contract, and pushed it towards Laharo.

"Three million gold dragons, 15% equity, and annual dividends of at least 500,000. Moreover, I will guarantee your interests and right to speak at the shareholders' meeting, and you can also send a shareholder representative to protect your interests."

Half a million? That's not much.

Not to mention the Lannisters, even the Tyrells are no match for them. The accumulated wealth of the Tyrells over dozens of generations is far inferior to that of the Tyrells.

Moreover, the Western Frontier has 50,000 troops, and Highgarden has 80,000. They also have complex kinship ties and a much deeper foundation than Laharlo, this greenhorn.

However, when it comes to the speed of their rise, Lajalo is second to none!
All he lacks is time!

“It’s a deal!” Rahalo picked up a quill pen and signed his name.

Matthew signed his name and stamped his seal, and the contract officially came into effect.

"I must admit, your methods are admirable. The turmoil in Pentos is surely no coincidence."

Lajalo remained noncommittal, changing the subject, "Those who oppose change are destined to be eliminated by the times. Mr. Matthew, you are already on the right track."

“Lord Kao,” Matthew said, “I have another favor to ask of you. Since you are also a shareholder of Roger Bank, this is actually related to you as well…”

After saying that, the two of them laughed at the same time.

Matthew's grandfather was once a major shareholder of Rogers Bank. After Lisanlo Rogers' election defeat, he struggled to keep the family business afloat and prevented it from collapsing. He deserves credit for his hard work.

However, the Bank of Rogers in King's Landing was expelled by the Iron Throne, leaving its debts uncollectible, and many Westeros lords and dukes took the opportunity to become deadbeats.

The family with the largest debt was the Sven family of Stormlands, the ancestors of the Earl of Stonehelm, who owed 36 gold dragons.

Because Matthew's grandfather was unable to collect the debts, Adrian's faction seized the opportunity to usurp power, leaving him with only 3% of the shares. This became a permanent pain for Matthew's family.

Therefore, Matthew, not wanting to lose face, was willing to give all 36 gold dragons to Laharo, just to let the Sven family feel Matthew Roger's wrath.

"Let me be a debt collector for a day?" Rahalo laughed.

“Yes, please!” Matthew stood up and bowed deeply to Lahalo.

Since Lahalo was going to seek revenge on Lanley for Lazar's kick anyway, he simply waved his hand and said, "Alright, for the sake of our allies, I'll take this mission!"

Matthew was overjoyed, and the two raised their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

...

Lajalo lay lazily on a deckchair by the fountain, shirtless, his wheat-colored skin and well-defined muscles gleaming with a healthy glow.

He sipped his peach juice, his gaze shifting back and forth between his two wives, one big and one small, a LS... no, an honest smile on his face.

Daenerys and Layla huddled together, whispering and laughing softly. Daenerys had a harp on her lap, and her slender fingers were plucking the strings as she asked Layla for tips on playing.

Doria, Elizabeth, Kitty, and the four mermaids huddled together, whispering amongst themselves and fiddling with their instruments.

An unimaginable harmony...

How can it be so harmonious?
Shouldn't they be wrestling and tearing each other's clothes?

I just want to play hide-and-seek on the lawn every day with my face covered, and catch whoever I want. Girls, I don't want to work hard anymore.

"What a wasteland of wine and meat, a place where people lose their ambition!" Lahalo exclaimed.

Suddenly, a strange sound caught everyone's attention.

"Doria!" Kitty exclaimed, "That's a flute! Don't shove it down your throat!"

“You should first learn how to hold it,” Tessa patiently instructed, “like this, horizontally to your mouth, without sticking out your tongue…”

Just then, a small, thin figure strode over aggressively, limping along.

"Damn it!" Nana limped to the nearest chair, puffed out her cheeks, and said fiercely, "It's all that damned snake's fault! The horse got spooked!"

"Finally, the skin broke its leg?" Rahalo raised an eyebrow.

Nana glared at him fiercely at first, then raised her head, a smug look on her face: "I can now ride a horse at full speed for an hour! Without a saddle!"

“What do you want me to say? Praise you? That’s not fair to a Dothraki who can ride a horse at seven!” “You…” Nana couldn’t refute, her gray eyes flashing with anger.

Rahalo walked over to her, sat down, and took Nana's foot, placing it on his knee.

“Let me see how serious it is,” he said, carefully taking off her boots.

Nana's feet are exquisite, with meticulously trimmed toenails. Underneath her fair skin, you can even see the delicate outline of blood vessels. A large lump has swollen on the outside of her ankle.

The reason I paid attention to the feet was because these were not the feet of an ordinary person; there wasn't a single callus.

Rahalo held her calf with one hand and lifted her foot with the other, turning it in different directions.

"Does it hurt like this? How about like this?"

Nana gritted her teeth and tried to appear expressionless, but her act was far from convincing.

"Does it hurt?"

Rahalo turned around again, and Nana started to grimace, "Are you going to help me get treatment or not?"

“Huh? I don’t know how to cure it!” Rahalo said casually.

"What?" Nana's eyes widened in disbelief. "Then why are you fiddling with my feet?"

"I just wanted to ask if it hurts."

"You!" Nana quickly pulled her foot back, then flew into a rage!
At this moment, Laharo's attention was drawn to Daenerys and Layla, who were pointing at a beautiful piece of translucent fabric.

“This is lace that Sir Harry brought back from Mill,” Dani said, her fingers tracing the delicate patterns.

Rahalo walked over, rubbed his chin, and sighed, "Such good stuff, it's such a waste not to make some underwear and bikinis or something..."

"What is underwear?" Daenerys' eyes sparkled with curiosity.

In this world, women typically wear a round-neck or V-neck blouse as underwear, knee-length with loose cuffs. Commoners use linen, while nobles use more expensive silk, and it is unisex.

Women also use corsets, and there are even iron-boned corsets, which are extremely uncomfortable to wear. There are also buttock pads that can make the skirt puff up.

Although there is lace, it is mainly used for clothing edging, and it lacks the triangular pieces of fabric that are popular with both men and women.

If real underwear were invented, it would be absolutely sold out in places like Reese's or the Summer Islands, to say the least!

Of course, having fun is the most important thing.

“I’m just offering an idea,” Rahalo explained to them, then continued, “Lace plus rope, the possibilities are endless!”

Leila and Daenerys exchanged a meaningful glance, and the maids covered their mouths and chuckled.

“Transparent, translucent,” Rahalo went on and on, “only rope…”

"Not serious!"

Laharlo's kidneys were pinched by Daenerys, her cheeks flushed, her shyness tinged with anticipation. "My Sun and Star, your imagination is far too vivid."

Nana pretended not to hear anything, but couldn't help rolling her eyes. Although she had nothing now, her mother was quite impressive, and she would grow something similar sooner or later.

After chatting for a while, Leila suddenly changed the subject, "News from Braavos has come that Thormo has bribed Zhekokao and the five divisions of Kadoc to prepare for an attack on Karasa."

Rahalo snorted coldly, "Coincidentally, I also received this message, but what's interesting is that the message I received was anonymous."

"Internal strife?" the two women asked in unison.

At this moment, Jiku strode over. "Kao, the horses are ready. When do we depart?"

"The journey from the Trembling Sea to the Saenjiang River will take at least twenty days. If we set off now, we'll have enough time and can also go and meet the Lazarin people."

Rahalo then turned to Nana, "Want to go see the real Dothraki Grass Sea?"

"go with!"

Nana's eyes lit up immediately, and she completely forgot about her ankle pain.

Rahalo grabbed Nana by the back of her neck and lifted her up like a cat.

"Hey! Put me down!"

Nana struggled desperately, cursing loudly, but she couldn't break free from Rahalo's iron-like grip.

After taking a few steps, Rahalo turned back. "Wear the lingerie and show it to me when it's finished. I've even come up with a name for it: Danny and Leila's Secret!"

(End of this chapter)