Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 89 Killing Several Birds with One Stone
Harry Strickland was just a front, the only one who could really give orders was Rahalo.

As soon as he gave the order, the soldiers of the Golden Group poured into the manor like a tide.

Although the one hundred Unsullied were well-trained, they were no match for the heavy infantry that outnumbered them by dozens of times.

Inside the manor, a one-sided massacre took place. The sounds of swords and spears clashing and screams were intertwined. Although the Unsullied were brave and fearless, they fell one after another. Their blood dyed the ground red, and the corpses gradually piled up into a small hill.

Eccles hid behind the defense line, watching his guards being slaughtered one by one like lambs to the slaughter, and a feeling of powerlessness came over him.

When the last Unsullied fell, Ecclesiastes was completely broken.

He originally wanted to commit suicide, but when he pulled out the dagger from his arms and put the cold tip of the knife against his throat, he found that he did not have the courage to stab forward even one centimeter.

Finally, he gave up struggling, the dagger slipped from his hand, and he collapsed to the ground, shaking all over.

At this time, Baqu took the rope, approached carefully, picked up the dagger, and stabbed it into Eccles' neck.

"puff!"

The blade pierced into the left neck and came out from the right neck!
Aiklis had an expression of disbelief on his face. He covered his neck in vain, blood oozing out from between his fingers. He slowly fell to the ground, unable to move anymore.

"Lahalo Khao, Aiklis committed suicide out of fear of punishment!" Baqu wiped his hands on Aiklis and stood up.

"Okay, case closed!" said Laharo.

Leon appeared calm on the surface, but was ecstatic inside.

His bet is on the winner. Laharo will soon reach the pinnacle of power, and he will also gain rich chips and rise up with the momentum!

But Ilian's expression was a little stiff. "Lord Leon," he lowered his voice and looked warily at Rahalo not far away. "Isn't this guy's ambition too big?"

Idiot, who told you that you don’t have a daughter and can’t be Laharo’s father-in-law?
Leon was smug at first, then smiled and advised, "With Eccles dead, Simon's estate won't fall into the hands of his descendants. With such a big piece of fat, you should be thinking about how to divide it up instead of doubting Laharo."

"Yes, you're right!" Ilian took a deep breath, and his worry was replaced by greed.

What needs to be considered now is that as the second gambler to place a bet, he also needs to gain the greatest benefit from this game of power!
The two looked at each other and quickly reached a consensus.

Leon patted the slave carrying the sedan chair in the front row, asked him to put it down, and then walked to Laharo's side.

"Lord Kaa, Pentos needs prosperity and stability. The chaos caused by these two traitors needs to be quelled urgently. I suggest that the assets they left behind should be handed over to the Council of Nobles in exchange for their loyalty."

Illian quickly echoed, "They both deserve what they have done. Their wealth should belong to those who have contributed to Pentos. Of course, the greatest contribution is undoubtedly Lord Rhallor."

Laharo glanced at the two of them, the corners of his mouth rising slowly. "You two have a good plan."

He had already found out that Eccles controlled more than 30 large farms, vineyards, tobacco plantations and cotton fields around Pentos, as well as a large number of properties and shops in the city.

Simon is the largest shipping magnate and shipyard owner in Pentos. He owns a large number of ships, more than 20 slipways, and more than 500 shipbuilders. He monopolizes the import of timber from Qohor and makes tens of thousands of gold dragons in profit every year.

He waved his hand and said, "The shipyard under Semen's name is a military force and can only be handled by me. As for the other assets, since Pentos needs to be rebuilt, let the parliament handle it."

Cotton fields and the like were of no importance to Rhallor. He was the largest landowner in the Golden Plains and Dagger Lake area, and he had as much land as he wanted, more than any duke or even the king in Westeros.

The Dothraki Grass Sea is even more magnificent, stretching for thousands of miles, and it is all unowned land. If land can be exchanged for power, he can even sell pioneering orders to these people.

He has swords and guns, and welcomes fellow villagers to store food.

He wants to use the golden dragon to silence the parliament.

Unequal distribution of spoils is a big taboo. It will arouse jealousy and offend people for no reason. Even if you eat the meat, you have to let others have the soup.

There's nothing a box of gold dragons can't solve. If there is, then use two boxes.

The governors were once his greatest enemies, but from today on, they will become his vassals!
After hearing this, Ilian laughed like a 300-pound child, with his mouth stretched from ear to ear.

"Lord Rahalo, you will surely earn the respect of the council. And we will ensure that." While clearing the battlefield, a soldier found a parchment scroll on Ecclesi.

He respectfully stepped forward and handed it to Lahalo, who casually unfolded it and glanced at it, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Ser Jorah, your pardon."

After saying that, he threw the parchment scroll casually, and it drew an arc in the air and landed in front of Jorah.

Jorah stared at it blankly for a moment, then he slowly bent down and picked up the thing he had longed for for countless days and nights.

A thin piece of paper could allow him to end his exile and set foot on the land of the North again, return to the Mormont family, and return to his hometown of Bear Island.

He slowly raised his head. Rahalo was staring at him, his gaze seemed to penetrate his soul.

"I don't need a pardon."

Finally, Jorah took a deep breath and wanted to tear the pardon into pieces. This had always been his dream, but now he did not feel any loss.

Bear Island was no longer his home. No one needed him there. His fate was now closely tied to the man before him.

"No need to tear it up, keep it. It might come in handy in the future."

Rahalo nodded with satisfaction, turned to the two governors, and continued:

"Two more people have died in the Council of Forty, and the functioning of the Council will be disrupted. I recommend Jorah to take up one of the seats. Lord Lion, Lord Illian, this should not be difficult to do, right?"

"No problem!" They both said in unison, patting their chests.

Jorah was completely stunned.

He had actually transformed himself into a newly-promoted noble, one of the forty most powerful people in Pentos!

Bear Island has a population of 30,000 and is extremely poor, while Pentos has a population of one million and is as prosperous as Oldtown and King's Landing!

Harry Strickland watched with envy and jealousy as Jorah was about to become the new Governor.

His great-grandfather lost his family fiefdom because he supported the Blackfyre Rebellion, so three generations below his grandfather were raised in the Golden Company. He was born a treasurer and was good at accounting and financial management, but he did not like fighting. He was just appointed as the next leader by the previous leader and had no choice.

This exiled knight from the North was nothing more than a slave trader, but because of his loyalty to Rahalo, he was able to climb to the pinnacle of power!
Since he can become the governor, as long as I am loyal to Lahalo, I can also have that status!
Strickland was lost in thought when Rhallor suddenly turned his gaze to him and said with a smile, “Loyalty will eventually be rewarded.

Jorah has given up his past, and if you follow me, you will one day be in that position too."

Harry felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He straightened his back and nodded vigorously: "As you command, Kaa."

...

Under the cover of night, surrounded by the soldiers of the Golden Group, Laharo walked along the Avenue of Pentos, feeling extremely happy.

Get rid of the majority vote and you will become the majority vote.

Pentos already belongs to him!

Illyrio and Simon are dead, Ecclesiastes committed suicide out of fear of punishment, and the three pillars of the parliament have collapsed.

Laharo, through bribery and sharing of spoils, tied Leon and Illian to his chariot.

Leon is about to become the chairman of the Governor's Council. He is a businessman, has no weapons and no foundation, and can only rely on Laharo to hold this position.

Most importantly, after Simon's death, the shipyard fell into his hands.

Next you can build a battleship and fill its hold with cannons!

Maritime hegemony will soon belong to him!
(End of this chapter)