Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 189 Unforgivable Sin
The fuse was lit by the torch and immediately began to sizzle and burn, tiny sparks burning along the fuse toward the cannon barrel, causing everyone to involuntarily take a few steps back.

After a few seconds of silence.

boom! ! !
A deafening roar ripped through the air, accompanied by blinding flashes of light and thick white smoke. The cannon recoiled violently, nearly knocking over a soldier who was standing too close.

In the smoke, an almost invisible black shadow flew away at an astonishing speed.

One second, two seconds, three seconds!
Boom!

The pile of wooden targets in the distance was hit by the shell, sending wood chips flying and the dummies flying into the sky! The shell continued to bounce and tumble forward on the ground, plowing through the weeds that blocked the way and forming a clear ditch!

There was silence at the scene, and everyone was so shocked by the scene that they were speechless.

Dzeko's mouth gaped open enough to swallow a fist, his eyes wide with shock: "Mother Earth! You've suffered so much..."

For the first time, this proud Dothraki felt fear—a fear of facing an unknown force!

Lazar rubbed his palms together vigorously, grinning and laughing loudly, "My blood of Zheko, this is a miracle! Countless warriors from the Star Land are watching us, watching us conquer the world with this iron pipe! Our Karasa will one day cover the entire land!"

Lucas and Corvo exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with both shock and joy. Their hard work had paid off; they had succeeded!

Baqu turned to his soldiers, whose eyes now gleamed with excitement, having just moments before shown fear.

"Reload it again!" His voice was filled with barely concealed excitement. "This time, you'll be the ones to light it!"

The soldiers immediately sprang into action, reloading the cannons according to the previous procedure. This time, their movements were noticeably more practiced.

“Raise the barrel to increase the range,” Heibaqu said, “and aim directly at the furthest target!”

The target was about 800 meters away, a distance from which even the enemy's face could not be seen in previous battles.

A second loud bang!
The shell roared out again, hitting the target not far away, scattering pieces of wood and kicking up clouds of dust.

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the crowd!
The soldiers cheered with joy, like children who had received a new toy. Zheko rushed to the cannon, ignoring the residual heat of the barrel and wincing in pain from the burns, and excitedly stroked the magical weapon as if he were caressing a beloved woman.

Lahalo walked up to Dzeko with a smile, patted the cannon, then turned to the crowd and announced loudly:

"This is just the beginning! Lucas and Corvo, I need to forge at least ten of these cannons within a month! Baqu, you are in charge of forming the first artillery unit of Pentos, and you will test the cannons on the Tidebreaker Tower!"

He surveyed his surroundings, his eyes gleaming. "These cannons can be used not only in land battles, but also mounted on our warships. Then, who can stand against us!"

Baqu immediately knelt on one knee and said excitedly, "Lord Kao, please allow me to name this new force Storm! Because its sound is like thunder and its power is like lightning!"

This is what true engagement means.

Lahalo mentally gave Baqu a thumbs up, "Good! From today onwards, you are the sergeant major of the Storm Artillery Unit. Train more gunners for me!"

He turned to face the crowd and proclaimed loudly: "Today, the age of iron and fire has arrived! Whether it be Braavos or King's Landing, all those who dare to oppose us will pay the price for their arrogance!"

...

One day later, in Pentos, at the Governor's Palace.

“Kao,” Giku said respectfully, standing at the entrance to the council chamber, “Tormo Frega requests an audience.”

Rahalo raised an eyebrow. "Let him in. Tell Leon to come over too." Jiku bowed, nodded, and withdrew. Shortly afterward, the doors to the council chamber reopened.

Thormo Frega, the once high-spirited financier who called Lajalo a barbarian, now looked haggard, his gray robes dusty and worn.

Just then, Leon Prestan walked right past him and came in from outside. He glanced at his father, then found a chair next to Laharlal and sat down.

Leon severed ties with his father before he even reached adulthood, and it was this so-called father in front of him who drove his biological mother to her death. Now, he looks at Thormo with extremely cold eyes.

Lajalo stood at the table, staring at Thormo, neither sitting down nor inviting him to sit down.

“Lord Frega,” Rahalo said slowly, “I didn’t expect to see you here. The common people of Pentos don’t like your Iron Bank very much.”

Thormo's Adam's apple bobbed as he took a deep breath, and then he did something that surprised everyone.

He bowed deeply to Rahalo, his forehead almost touching his knees.

“Commander-in-Chief,” he said in a hoarse voice, with obvious regret, “I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience I caused you before.”

A hint of surprise flashed in Leon's eyes. His father, who had once been so arrogant, was now kneeling like a stray dog ​​before the opponent he had once despised. This showed the kind of crushing defeat he had suffered in his struggle against Lahalo.

But he quickly regained his composure, and even a hint of doubt arose in his mind. The more flexible a person is, the more cunning they often are.

Thormo continued, "I admit my past mistakes: instigating the Velvet Mine riots, attempting to incite unrest in Pentos, and trying to plunge your territory into an economic crisis by withdrawing loans..."

He listed his crimes one by one, his voice growing softer and softer, “Finally, I even tried to bribe the Kohor cavalry and Dothraki Khao to attack your Karasa. All of this was my doing, and I am unforgivable.”

“And the result?” Laharo said, “The Iron Bank was completely driven out of Pentos and Kohol. You know how I deal with instigators of riots. If you truly feel you are unforgivable,”

He casually pointed to the terrace, "The height here is just right. Jump down, and your sins will be absolved."

Thormo's old face flushed red, but he suppressed his emotions, saying, "I am deeply sorry for what I did. Every move I made became a stepping stone for you."

Thormore continued, "But this has nothing to do with the Iron Bank. It was all my own choice. I don't care if I die, but please don't blame the Iron Bank..."

Lahalo walked to the window, his back to Thormo. "So, your apology was fake; you really just wanted something from me?"

“Lord Laharo,” Thormo’s voice was almost pleading, “I beg your permission to reopen branches of the Iron Treasury in Pentos and Kohol. You shall set the terms, the interest rates, and all the rules.”

Leon couldn't help but let out a sneer: "Father, you've really fallen to the lowest point."

Thormo glanced up at his son, but quickly looked down again. "I know I've done many wrong things, including to you, my son. But now, I only ask for a chance to atone."

Lahalo turned and stared at Frega. "Lord of the Iron Bank, I can give you a chance to atone, just this once. I heard you own 16% of the Iron Bank?"
If you can give up 15% to your son Leon, I might consider resuming Kohol's banking operations.

However, you don't need to rush to answer me; go back and think about it.

He turned to Leon, "Do you have anything to add?"

Leon glanced at his father but remained silent.

Rahalo waved his hand, "Giku, see the guest out!"

(End of this chapter)