From a hired knight to a master of Game of Thrones

Chapter 180 Arrangement

Not long after.

A woman dressed in a crimson robe entered the room.

She was tall and elegant, with flawless, fair skin, a heart-shaped face, long, copper-red hair cascading over her shoulders, and strangely red eyes that resembled two dancing flames.

Her clothes were made of light, thin fabric that clung to her body, outlining her exquisite figure. Around her neck was a red and gold necklace, inlaid with a large ruby ​​that glowed slightly with her breath, and she exuded a gentle warmth.

Don Quixote glanced at the newcomer and then said, "Melissa, what have you thought of my terms?"

Melisandre stared intently at the person before her.

In the last six months, she discovered that the prophecy she saw in the flames had completely changed.

Almost all the omens from the past have changed.

Sometimes she even doubted whether she had made the wrong prediction.

But some of the other magical techniques she had mastered, those that had been almost ineffective in the past, suddenly became effective.

Moreover, it becomes more and more effective over time!

As a result, she couldn't help but wonder if her prophetic methods had become more effective, thus obtaining deeper and clearer omens.

Unlike before, when there were always some false omens.

Thinking this, she paid even more attention to the figure in front of her that frequently appeared in her fiery premonition.

In addition, she had witnessed this person's unusual fire abilities on more than one occasion.

She began to believe that this person might be the prophesied messenger of light, Azor Ahai, or even more; sometimes she even wondered if he was the incarnation of the true God.

In order to resist the impending evil and dark forces, he specially transformed into a human.

While pondering, Melisandre slowly said, "My lady, although I have begun to believe that you can save us from the hands of the god of darkness, coldness and death, if you are willing, I can support you to become the representative of the Lord of Light in the world."

"But the existence of the Lord of Light is inviolable. His name and creed in the world were established long ago. If you want to change anything, that is not a rational approach and will be unacceptable to many who believe in the Lord of Light!"

After a pause, she continued, "My lord, with my help, your image and your deeds will gain the sincere recognition of many who believe in the Lord of Light."

Don Quixote stared at Melisandre for a moment, and knowing her insistence and bottom line, he gave up the idea of ​​directly replacing the Lord of Light, and instead said: "This world only needs one true god, one king!"

"The ancient alien gods are gathering power, a terrifying, evil, and powerful force that we will find difficult to resist if we do not unite."

"But whether it's here or elsewhere, there are pointless battles taking place, which are draining our already limited strength."

Melisandre, I need your help.

"We must all help those who are unaware of this to make choices, men and women, old and young, noble and ordinary, to help them make the right choices."

Melisandre nodded and said, "My lady, everything I have is yours, whatever you need."

Don Quixote said, "I need you to go to the Sunset Kingdom to help me spread the faith of the King of Light and the faith in me. Also, I need to use some of the magic you possess to help my people gain power without shedding blood."

"My lord, I would prefer to stay by your side. There are more believers here, and the gathering of so many believers will be of great help to you," Melisandre said hesitantly.

Don Quixote shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I will then use my flames to guide those people. They will soon know that I am the embodiment of flames, the incarnation of the King of Light in the world, and those believers will soon make the right choice."

Upon hearing this, Melisandre thought about it and did not insist any further.

After all, even she had begun to believe that Don Quixote was the incarnation of the true God on earth, and ordinary believers, seeing his methods, would probably soon want to obtain his protection and instructions.

Since Don Quixote needed her for something else, she naturally wouldn't refuse: "Yes, sir!"

The King's Landing.

Steel Street begins at the market square next to the River Gate, winds its way up the Visanna Hills, and finally ends near the Basilica of Belor.

The higher you go, the more luxurious the goods sold in the shops become.

This is the blacksmiths' quarter of King's Landing, where the vast majority of the city's blacksmith shops are concentrated, and the streets are lined with blacksmith shops.

The clanging of blacksmithing echoed day and night, and the air was filled with the smell of coal smoke and scorching metal.

Countless people weaved through the crowded streets, knights and riders haggling over armor, and ironware vendors with gray hair selling various old iron knives from their carriages.

Genos Slim gazed at the woman before him, who possessed both a dignified air and a graceful charm that swayed in the wind, and smiled, "Madam Martha, His Majesty personally said that the sponsorship fee of one million gold dragons is necessary. He hopes that your Great Wind Merchant Guild can raise the money as soon as possible."

"Don't even think about leaving King's Landing. Our city garrison will keep a close watch on you, and who knows what misunderstandings might arise!"

After a pause, Genos Slint smiled meaningfully and said slowly, "And our city garrison also hopes to receive some sponsorship from your Great Wind Merchant Guild."

"Look, our swords and chainmail are rusty and worn. Without new weapons, we're powerless to stop anyone with ill intentions from breaking into your room!"

Madam Martha's lips curled into an enigmatic smile as she spoke, "Lord Genos, one million gold dragons is no small sum, and most of our Great Wind Merchant Guild's assets consist of unsold goods. I'm afraid it will be difficult to raise the required amount in a short time!"

As she spoke, she pointed to the huge piles of goods beside her before continuing, "My lord, we hope you can help us explain the situation to His Majesty Joffrey. We need a month to sell the goods we have to raise one million gold dragons."

"If you, sir, can help us, our Great Wind Merchant Guild will never forget your kindness. After we have sold all our goods, our Great Wind Merchant Guild is willing to sponsor the capital's garrison with 10,000 gold dragons to help you all acquire new weapons and chainmail!"

Genos looked at the large quantity of goods.

In his quest to make quick money, he had dealt with many merchants and knew that most of their wealth was tied up in their goods, with very few possessing a sufficient amount of cash.

However, he was quite surprised that the Great Wind Merchant Guild was truly confident in producing one million gold dragons.

Before coming here, he thought, and even hoped, that the Dafeng Chamber of Commerce wouldn't be able to come up with a million gold dragons, or that they would try to bargain with him.

Given His Majesty Joffrey's personality, he certainly wouldn't let the Great Wind Merchant Guild go.

Then he will have the opportunity to acquire enough wealth from it.

But this answer disappointed him somewhat.

As he pondered, Genos glanced at the guards in fine chainmail armor surrounding the woman who was making his heart itch, and at the guards with swords standing beside the numerous goods.

A hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes.