Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 40 The smell of conspiracy

"Nymeria, congratulations! You have another chance to make a contribution!" Rahalo said, "I need a favor from you."

Nymeria rolled her eyes and blew away the foam on the surface of the water, revealing her enchanting figure underwater, "Take out the words 'help me'!
Well, as long as it doesn't involve me marrying some old geezer, everything's fine.

If I were to marry, I'd prefer to marry a handsome young man with strong muscles and tanned skin."

"There are thirty thousand that meet your requirements in Khalasarri." Seeing Nymeria's unfriendly expression, Rahalo quickly changed the subject: "I discovered a treasure, a sulfur mine."

"Sulfur? What kind of treasure is that?" Nymeria swam inconspicuously toward Rhaelor, quietly extending her hand to measure his length. "Why are you as obsessed with these things as the alchemist?"

"You do not understand."

Rhahalo stretched out his arm and pressed Nymeria's forehead to prevent her from coming any closer. "I've been looking for a stable source of sulfur, and I happened to find it in the mountains upstream of the Sulphur River."

A few days ago, he led his team upstream along the Sulphur River, passed through a coniferous forest, and discovered a huge valley.

The valley was steaming with heat and filled with smoke. The rocks were the bright yellow color unique to sulfur and were filled with a pungent smell of sulfur. The ground was covered with a thick layer of sulfur powder. In some places, the sulfur was even in the form of crystals.

In Lahalo's eyes, these things are ten thousand times more precious than gold!
You can also collect plaster. People in Karasa often break their legs while riding horses, and plaster can be used to fix broken bones.

"That place is about thirty kilometers northeast of Tianji City. You have a good relationship with the Fowler twins, right?"

Nymeria flailed, and Rhaelor grabbed her face and pushed her aside.

"I plan to negotiate a deal with their father. All they need to do is collect sulfur in the mountains, fill a cargo ship, ship it down the Sulphur River, transport it to the Summer Sea, and sail east for half a month to reach Pentos. The asking price is thirty gold royals per ton, 40% higher than the market price, and there's no limit on the quantity. For them, this is a piece of cake!"

"All this trouble, is it just for sulfur? I don't believe it!"

Nymeria narrowed her eyes, a dangerous glint flashing across them. "You're not thinking about the Fowler twins, are you? Remember, in Dorne, you can only be my trophy!"

After a pause, she added, "You can only sleep with them if I give them to you!"

Rahalo was dumbfounded.

What he wanted was obviously sulfur, but she was playing dirty with me?
He, a top student in the 21st century, meets Namelia, a poor student in the Middle Ages. It's like talking to a cow!

With the saltpeter and iron ore from the Dothraki Grass Sea, the charcoal from the Forest of Qohor, and the sulfur from the Red Mountains, it was like the last piece of a puzzle was complete, and he could climb the technology tree.

Laharo had dismantled a Myrish triple crossbow, which was filled with springs and gears, and was ingeniously designed. Myrish craftsmen were good at making mechanisms and locks, and it could be said that they already had the prerequisites for technological advancement.

Myr also has glass and optical instruments, and is just one step away from making quadrants and sextants. The Moonsingers and the Citadel of Braavos are proficient in astronomical phenomena, and the alchemists of King's Landing can create wildfire. Although they have shifted from technology to magic, they are still just one step away from entering the modern era.

In this era, the range of bows and guns is similar, but bows are faster and more convenient, and guns have insufficient advantages.

The range of catapults and artillery is similar, and without cannons with a range of more than one kilometer, it is impossible to achieve absolute crushing victory.

But, the most important point, and also the decisive point, is that he is the father of hot weapons. This reputation alone is enough to be passed down through the ages!

Who can refuse something that will go down in history?
At this time, Jiku came over and handed over two letters, "Kao, these are from Jhogo from Nightsong City."

One seal was intact, bearing the golden rose emblem of House Tyrell, while the other bore no markings at all.

He opened the letter from the Tyrells first:

"to whom It May Concern:
His Highness the Dothraki Khal:

I am very pleased that your letter has arrived.

The Tyrells will await you at Highgarden in seven days' time to discuss the redemption of Ser Garlan Tyrell.

The khal is a man of great courage and sagacity, and he will surely not fear the Highgarden party. We must fulfill our rights as guests and show our respect by performing the duties of host.

Garlan is just a knight, insignificant to the khal. Given the khal's magnanimity, he would never treat the second son of Highgarden badly and damage the reputation of the great cause.

I hope His Highness Kao will arrive on time for the appointment.

Sincerely,

Highgarden, written by Olenna Redwyne."

Laharo threw the letter into the water, a slight smile on his face.

She is worthy of being the Lady of Thorns, the pillar of Highgarden.

The words may appear elegant, but they are actually full of wit, seemingly subservient, but in reality, they are firm. They make their bottom line clear without breaking off relations, even resorting to provocation.

In just a few words, she was able to write about flowers. This old rose of Highgarden is indeed a character!
To put it bluntly: "This old lady is going to hold a Hongmen Feast in Gaoting. Do you dare to come? My grandson has no inheritance rights. Don't take him seriously. If he dies, he dies. However, his death will not benefit you."

Laharo picked up the second letter. The edges were a little worn, as if deliberately aged. The handwriting was very sloppy, as if to conceal his identity:
"Great Khal Rahalo,
Your deeds upon the Grass Sea have spread across Westeros. Your slaying of Khal Drogo and your routeing of forty thousand enemy troops with only twenty thousand cavalry are deeds worthy of the annals of history.

If you need a friend in King's Landing, one who understands your ambitions, then please believe that I will be your most loyal ally. As a token of my sincerity, I would like to reveal a secret to you:
Robert Baratheon borrows 200,000 gold dragons from Mace Tyrell.

The money has been dispatched from Highgarden and will arrive at the Long Table in ten days, if the transport on the Mander River is delayed by a few days.

This is your golden opportunity to seize wealth. Believe it or not, it all depends on your wisdom and judgment. "

Rhahalo handed the letter to Nymeria. "Do you recognize this handwriting?"

Nymeria glanced at them and sneered, "I don't know. These little reptiles in King's Landing only know how to plot and scheme. If you want to rob me, go ahead. Just don't get yourself killed."

Laharo felt that the information revealed in the anonymous letter was very likely to be true. Robert had always been extravagant, so it was reasonable and logical for him to borrow money from Tyrell.

The more the writer hides his identity, the more familiar it feels.

Varys couldn't possibly support him, so there was only one person left, a conspirator, the famous "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish.

Two hundred thousand gold royals is a huge sum of money, and not many people know this number.

Moreover, only insiders can know the exact transportation routes and times.

Being able to cause a transport ship to be delayed “accidentally” shows that he can manipulate transportation. As the Minister of Finance, Littlefinger certainly has this ability!

“Jiku,” Rahalo asked, “where is the messenger of the second letter now?”

"The messenger has been caught. He knew nothing about it and just accepted a silver coin."

"Check if there have been any caravans leaving Highgarden recently. Also, send scouts to monitor the movements of the Mander River."

Since the Tyrells didn't dare come to see him, he would go to see them.

As for anonymous letters, he would not let them go easily.

Littlefinger would never have thought that he could not hide from Rhallor at all.

Littlefinger had no need to lie to him or set a trap, and he wouldn't write such an obviously suspicious anonymous letter.

When it comes to robbing money, his interests coincide with Little Finger's!
(End of this chapter)