Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 65: Another Hongmen Banquet

In the Governor's Palace of Pentos, the walls of the hall were hung with black lanterns with lamp oil burning brightly. From a distance, one could see that the innermost main wall was inlaid with stained glass, which depicted the scene of the fall of the ancient Valyrian Empire.

Illyrio stood in front of the mural, wearing an embroidered brocade robe with a huge ruby ​​inlaid on the collar, which made his fat face look red.

He opened his arms and greeted Laharo and his party with a flattering look on his face.

"Khal Rahalo! It is a great honor for me, Illyrio Mopatis, to host you in my humble abode. May the horse gods bless you with unparalleled martial prowess!"

The air in the hall was filled with the sweet aroma of spices such as hot peppers, cinnamon, and lemon. A eunuch at the door announced their arrival in a sweet voice:
"Welcome to the Governor's Palace Khal Rhallo, Lord of the Dothraki Grass Sea and friend of Pentos!"

The title was too short and a bit shabby, but Rhallor didn't care. He turned and looked into the hall. There were merchants from Pentos, Myr, and Tyrosh, a red-robed monk who was fatter than Illyrio, and several lords of the Summer Islands with skin as dark as ink.

When the eunuch shouted, all the guests in the room raised their glasses to congratulate Laharo, and he responded to them with a smile. The scene was harmonious.

Behind Rahalo came twenty warriors, all of them tall, with long black hair tied into countless braids with silver bells hanging in between.

Garlan Tyrell stood next to Rhallor, dressed in the noble clothes of Westeros, with a long sword hanging from his waist, looking out of place among the Dothraki around him.

Illyrio looked at Garlan, was stunned at first, but his smile became even more happy. He bent down, and his beard almost touched his chest.

"Sir Garland, you are also a distinguished guest, bringing honor to my humble home! If you could honor me by allowing me to meet your father, the Duke of Metz, I would be extremely grateful!"

Garlan's face flushed, and he forced a smile. "Moff Illyrio, you are too polite. I am a captive now, so how can I expect to be honored in this humble place?"

"A prisoner?" Illyrio feigned surprise. "No, no, no. Khal Rhahlok is a man of great generosity. The fact that he brought you to the feast speaks volumes. Who would dare to call the second son of House Tyrell a prisoner?"

He smiled widely and took Rahalo's hand. The two walked into the hall hand in hand like old friends. One sat on the main seat at the east end, and the other sat at the west end, facing each other. The guests sat in the middle. After everyone was seated, the banquet began.

The musicians plucked the lute, played the flute, or beat the tambourine, and the dancers danced to the rhythm. Their thin gauze skirts fluttered in the wind, unable to conceal their fair and plump skin underneath.

Their bare white feet stepped on the black marble floor, and they danced with all their might. Their movements became more and more bold. The guests' eyes kept wandering over them, and they clapped their hands to the beat and praised them.

The banquet seemed very lively.

But secretly he was harboring murderous intentions.

The people in the Governor's Mansion had long been replaced by more than a hundred elite members of the Golden Corps, all dressed as servants, scattered everywhere, guarding various key locations in the Governor's Mansion.

They had a clear division of labor. Some would confront the enemy head-on, some would assassinate secretly, and some would block the door, making it impossible for Laharo to escape today!
"Lord Kao, why don't I see Lazar and Jhogo today?"

Illyrio asked casually, raising his glass and taking a sip.

Laharo leaned back in the wide chair, looking very comfortable. He grabbed the dancer's veil and pulled it off, answering without blinking his eyes:

"They drank too much last night and haven't woken up yet."

Illyrio laughed heartily. "As expected of a Dothraki warrior! Such generosity! I've sent a shipment of fine wine to your camp. I'll have them rejoice tonight!"

Rahalo looked unconcerned, but his eyes were secretly fixed on the maid who poured the wine. He also quietly changed the cup until he was sure that the wine was not poisonous. Then he picked up the cup, laughed, and drank with Illyrio from a distance.

The world is full of poisons, and he sees Illyrio's ill intentions, so he has to be on guard. In the books, even Robert poisoned Daenerys, and Jon Arryn was also poisoned to death. Therefore, Mirri, proficient in herbal medicine, became his and Daenerys's personal poison prevention expert and toxicology teacher. He learned many ways to avoid poisoning from her.

Moreover, what he brought today were the elite Karasar soldiers who were worth a hundred men, and the other eight hundred men would take the opportunity to occupy the city of Pentos.

The reason he went to the banquet was to capture Illyrio and relieve the offensive pressure on the eight hundred warriors.

The servants brought in dishes continuously, and soon the table was full. Illyrio invited everyone to eat and drink, and the atmosphere in the hall became more and more lively.

Laharo did not eat the food, but calmly picked up the wine glass and scanned the entire room under the cover of the wine glass. He noticed that the servants standing by the wall had thick calluses on their hands.

That was not the hand of a servant, but the hand that held the sword all year round. It seemed that tonight would definitely be the Hongmen Banquet.

So, he said to Jiku calmly, "Find an opportunity and capture Illyrio."

"Lord Kaa!"

Before Rhallor could finish his words, Illyrio's voice cut through the din, and Jiku momentarily withdrew his hand from the hilt.

"You absolutely must try this Sea Dragon Heart. It's made with sea dragon fish, which are only caught a few days each year. This Sea Dragon Heart is taken from the heart of the sea dragon, the most delicious part of the fish!"

Laharo just nodded, but his eyes were not on the dish. Instead, he looked at the dancer in front of him with a lewd expression.

As the music played, the dancer stretched out one of her long, snow-white, round legs and stepped on the long table in front of Laharo. Her toes were round and her ankles were slender. She twisted her waist to the rhythm and shook her shoulders slightly, causing her round legs to tremble and sway in the air.

Rahalo picked up the wine glass and drank it all. He pulled the dancer into his arms and touched her all over. He then used a fork to pick up a piece of sea dragon heart and said with a smile:
"Taste it?"

The atmosphere in the banquet hall immediately reached a climax. All the guests' eyes were focused on the two of them. They clapped their hands on the table and cheered loudly, with anticipation on their faces.

The Dothraki are wild and a fantastic showdown is about to unfold, a feast for the eyes!

When Illyrio saw this scene, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated and cold sweat dripped down his forehead!

He had put strangler in the dish, a potent poison that could quickly suffocate a person to death.

The dancer's delicate body was as soft as boneless. She curled up in Rahalo's arms, her eyes were seductive, and her red lips were slightly parted, just as the sea dragon's heart was about to enter her mouth.

Bang!

Right next to the two of them, a fat maid who was in charge of serving dishes dropped the silver tray in her hand!

Then, the whole person suddenly fell down!

The whites of her eyes bulged out and her expression was terrifying. She tried to speak, but only a frighteningly thin, fear-filled hiss came out from deep in her throat.

The next moment, her fat body began to twitch violently, her hands scratched her neck helplessly, her nails digging bloody marks on the skin, but the muscles underneath were as hard as rock.

Finally, the body twitched a few times and stopped moving.

(End of this chapter)