Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 26 Congratulations, fellow countryman
Rhallor stood on the terrace, facing the morning glow, overlooking Sunspear, the pearl of Dorne.

The Spear Tower and the Sun Tower of the Old Palace stand tall, symbolizing Martell's spear piercing the sun totem.

The city below is in good order, with palm trees swaying in the wind and bustling crowds of people walking through the streets and alleys.

Laharo seemed to see the same scene in the future of Ge Dohe.

Godohe is now a ruin, but in the future it will be a great city standing on the world stage.

It will witness the rise of the Dothraki, no longer a barbarian on the grassland, but an eternal figure in history!

A civilization needs more than just scimitars; it also needs a vast industrial system and prosperous trade.

Rhahalo planned to hire more craftsmen in Sunspear City and have them build him a metropolis that could rival King's Landing and Volantis, making the Dothraki a symbol of civilization!
A towering wall surrounds the entire city, and the white marble streets are wide and clean, surrounded by green trees and shaded by fountains. On the criss-crossing canals, merchant ships are loaded with gold, silver, spices and exotic goods, connecting Godohe with the whole world!
In his previous life, he lived in an old and dilapidated house with a mortgage that lasted for thirty years, but here, he can own a city of his own!
The imagination ends. Of course, this kind of expense is absolutely sky-high for him.

He consulted the most professional architects, and even if he could use the foundation and stones from the original site, the project budget would require at least 870,000 gold royals.

If you want to complete it within a year, you will need to pay the workers two to three times their wages, and a conservative estimate is 1.2 million gold royals.

But Laharo thinks it's worth it.

Gedho will rely on the saltpeter and iron ore of the grasslands, the furs, silver, lead and tin of Norvos, and the wood of Qohor to produce cannons, new sailing ships and other fashionable products that transcend the times.

The Dothraki people moved back and forth across the grasslands, and although they maintained the best of confidentiality, it was impossible to have a stable supply of raw materials.

Located in the hills of Qohor and surrounded by rivers, Geddohor's unique geographical location prevents outsiders from prying eyes and is crucial for maintaining commercial or military secrets.

Rahalo turned around and waved his hand to Lazar, "Let's go to Shadow City to hire some people!"

Shadow City is the lower city of Yangjing City. Mud-brick shops and windowless houses are attached to the city walls, and new houses are attached to the walls of their neighbors. The air is filled with the stench of garbage, and the narrow streets are intricate and make a real maze.

Rahalo walked through the streets, followed by Lazar, Jhogo, and the captain Jiku.

"The women here are quite interesting." This was Lazar's first time crossing the Narrow Sea, and he kept sizing up the scantily clad Dornish girls on the streets with a fierce gaze. "They look like they're dancing when they walk, but it's a pity they're too thin to handle the strain."

"Don't look at the women. We're here to find the craftsmen." Jhogo glanced at Lazar with disdain. "You've got enough women!"

"There are thirty days in a month," Lazar counted on his fingers, "I can find sixty women, and never the same one every morning or evening..."

"Want to find lunch?" Qiao Ge took a deep breath, "Heh... tui..."

After walking around the streets for a long time, the craftsmen all avoided me as soon as they heard that they were going to work for the Dothraki.

The more Laharo walked, the colder he felt. He was so handsome, and it must be Lazar and the others who scared him.

If he can’t hire another craftsman, he’s going to tie him up!

Before the recruitment was over, Lazar was clamoring to go to the tavern. He just sent them away and gave each of them a handful of gold royals before leaving. He told them not to cause trouble, and if they did, they would have to spend gold royals to settle it.

Along the city wall is a row of taverns and branch houses, let them entertain themselves.

Laharo passed another wooden shed where several craftsmen were clanging and hammering at stones with chisels.

Laharo stopped and watched with interest a young stonemason. Stone chips flew everywhere, and soon he had carved a lifelike horse.

"Nice craftsmanship," he praised.

The young craftsman looked up and saw a customer. He quickly put down his tools, wiped his hands on his clothes, and bowed again, looking a little embarrassed.

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

"What's your name?"

"My name is Finan, sir!"

"Will you come with me? Ge Dohe needs people like you!"

"Godohe?" Fenan asked doubtfully. "Yes, Godohe."

There are still people who don’t know about the Dothraki. They are so ignorant and must not be let off!
Laha Luo showed a smile that was unique to northern Myanmar, "I need a group of top craftsmen. Congratulations, you are one of them!

Two gold dragons per year. If you do well, you can increase it to five!

Moreover, you can choose one of my slave girls to be your wife or servant, whichever you like!"

Fenan's eyes lit up instantly.

1 gold dragon is equal to 210 silver deer, and 1 silver deer is equal to 7 bronze stars.

An experienced mercenary knight's annual salary was only 360 silver deer.

An elite archer's annual salary was only 40 silver deer.

As for a craftsman like him, he worked hard every day but only earned three bronze stars, which was barely enough to make a living.

The two gold dragons were a windfall, four times his current income!
5 gold dragons, I can’t count them all!
What's more, you can also give away female slaves...

His throat was dry and he swallowed hard. He was about to agree, but hesitated for a moment, looked around, and whispered:
"But sir, I have a wife..."

Upon hearing this, Laharo laughed heartily, "According to the customs of our hometown, every man can marry several wives.

Just put the Golden Dragon in front of your wife, I think she will understand. Besides, your family can also go with you, with food and shelter provided, and meat every day."

After saying that, he took out a gold royal and stuffed it into Fenan's hand.

Fenan was stunned when he saw the heavy gold coins.

In the market, roast chicken sells for 1 silver deer, but for common people like them who can only barely fill their stomachs with barley porridge and black bread, meat is simply a luxury that they can only taste a few times in their lifetime.

Moreover, in Sunspear, one gold dragon could buy an ordinary two-story house, without any common areas, and two gold dragons could allow a family to live a wealthy life, not to mention the possibility of marrying multiple wives and having multiple children...

His brain started working rapidly, and his face turned red as he imagined the scenes of having three wives and four concubines.

After a moment, he clutched the golden dragon tightly and nodded: "Okay, sir. I'm willing to go!"

Laharo patted Fenan's shoulder and said, "Meet me at the harbor at noon three days from now. The whole family can come, and I will arrange a boat."

As the sun set, Laharo recruited more than forty craftsmen at the market place: stonemasons, carpenters, blacksmiths, potters, and even a talented artist.

They are all internationalist fighters. Just to pursue their ideals, they resolutely follow this foreigner to Gedohe to participate in a crazy reconstruction plan!

Of course, since they had the gold coins, they had no choice but to go.

With his mind at ease, Laharo wandered around the city.

He said he brought Lazar and the others here to see the world, but as a traveler from Earth, he was the one who wanted to see the world the most.

This is an ancient medieval city!

In my previous life, a trip to the Second Ring Road was considered traveling, so it’s not too much to wander around the Game of Thrones world in this life, right?
Before I knew it, I turned into an alley. The stone buildings on both sides blocked the sky, and only a ray of sunlight came through the gaps.

Suddenly, the hairs on his back stood up, and the time traveler's unique intuition made him realize that danger was approaching!
A black shadow fell silently from the sky, and Nymeria landed lightly behind Rhallor.

With a tip of her toes, as light as a civet cat, she held the dagger in reverse and went straight for the back of Rahalo's neck.

Laharo seemed to have eyes on his back. He turned around suddenly, grabbed her wrist, and saw her face clearly.

Her long black hair was tied into a pigtail with a golden-red ribbon at the end. She wore a black tight leather jacket that perfectly outlined her curvy figure. Various daggers were inserted into the belt around her waist. Her black eyes stared at Rahalo like a venomous snake, full of danger.

(End of this chapter)