Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

Volantis, in midsummer, has a humid and hot climate.

At this time, three nobles wearing black hooded silk robes, their faces tightly covered, walked quickly in the Fishmonger's Square on the west bank of the Lorne River.

Their outfits can't help but attract attention, but they obviously have a reason to do so.

The air in the square was filled with a strong smell of fish, flowers, feces, and decay.

But here is located the best tavern and largest inn in Volantis, the Merchant's House.

It is a huge four-story building overlooking the surrounding warehouses and taverns. Many deals are negotiated in the Merchant's House, which is the first choice for shippers, captains, and merchants from all over the world.

There was a partition table in front of the hotel, and four men dressed as mercenary sergeants were calling every passing man or boy to join their team.

The three nobles ignored the enthusiasm of these mercenaries, walked into the courtyard of the merchant's house, and continued walking along the spacious sandstone road in the courtyard.

Purple-green moss grows between the gaps between the stone slabs. When combined with the flower trellises and grape trellises with complicated patterns and the pavilion surrounded by vines, it looks like a maze.

The door locks of the Merchant's House are renowned for their strength and are said to be as secure as a prison.

The three nobles pushed open the door and walked into the hall, and the noises of dozens of different languages ​​rushed towards them.

The space inside the hall seemed spacious but crowded, and the overall appearance was much larger than most halls in castles and towns.

But the lighting is dim, and the surrounding walls are dotted with intimate niches and hidden alcoves.

Sailors, merchants, captains, money changers, shippers and slave traders from all over the world gathered under the blackened beams and cracked ceilings, lying and deceiving one another.

The three nobles did not continue to stand at the door, which would attract other people's attention. After looking at them for a while, they went straight to the corner of the hall.

After getting closer, you can find an old woman sitting behind the table. Due to the shadow, others can hardly see her, but sitting here, she can have a clear view of the movement at the door of the hotel.

The old woman's weather-beaten face was covered with deep wrinkles, and a more conspicuous scar crawled across her cheek, covering up the slave marks dug out when she was freed. Her white hair was sparse, and her pink scalp was noticeable. It was clear that the passage of time had already bent her spine.

But despite this, her eyes are dark and bright, full of thoughts about the wisdom of the years, and her rickety body sits in an alert posture, seeming to be unyielding to fate.

The three nobles wanted to get close to the old woman, but were intercepted by the many guards around her.

The leading nobleman slowly took off part of his hood, revealing half an old toothless smile.

"Children, take your old friend upstairs."

In the shadow of the flickering candlelight, a pair of deep eyes revealed a touch of sadness in the old woman's slightly sunken eye sockets.

She didn't ask for help. She was weak and weak, with skin as wrinkled as tree bark. She put her hands on the table, stood up slowly, and walked slowly upstairs to the hotel under the protection of the guards.

Everyone in the hall will politely make room for her, and friends who are familiar with her will respectfully call her the "Waterside Widow", and her guards will be respectfully called the widow's sons.

Although everyone would call her "Vagaro's bitch" in private, no one dared to call her that in person or when they met the widow's sons.

Vagarro is the name of a person who has been elected as the consul of Volantis seven times and is also a businessman from an old aristocracy.

He owned docks and warehouses and engaged in various businesses such as cargo transfer, currency exchange, ship insurance, and slave trade.

The "Waterside Widow" was once a bed slave. She was trained in Yunkai, where she learned seven moaning techniques and sixteen sexual positions, received dance training, and eventually became an expert in the erotic arts.

It was at this time that a Volantis Archon named Vagarro purchased her.

Afterwards, Vargaro fell in love with the "Widow by the Water", freed her, gave her her freedom, and eventually married her.

This caused a sensation among Volantis noble circles and was considered the biggest scandal.

After Vagarro died, he left all the business to his wife, but as a free woman, the "Waterside Widow" could no longer live within the black walls.

She took over her husband's business, sold the mansion, and moved to the merchant's house on the west bank of the River Lorne to expand her business.

The business has grown so much that it now even has a dock and waterway.

The guards surrounded the three nobles and took them into the luxurious suite on the second floor of the merchant's house.

This long-term reserved suite is the permanent residence of the "Waterside Widow", and the table in the hall downstairs is her regular table.

The house has two windows, one facing the long bridge and the black wall across the river, which is the old time in her memories, and the other facing the Fishmonger's Square. Standing in front of the window, you can see everything downstairs.

"Megoria."

The "Waterside Widow" slowly leaned on the chair in the corner, a smile gradually bloomed on her weather-beaten face, and her sad eyes revealed the calmness and peace of meeting an old friend.

Following her vicissitudes of words, the three nobles slowly took off their hoods.

The old man at the head smiled very vividly, and his bright eyes were like the eyes of a tiger, piercing and bright.

This person is the current Tiger Party Governor of Volantis, Malachor Meguya. Although he is old and toothless, he still lives up to the name of the Tiger.

"You, me, and your husband Vagaro, we have known each other for nearly thirty years, just call me Malachor."

The consul was very agile and picked a chair at random to sit on. His voice was also sonorous and powerful.

"Malachor, the west bank of the Rhoyne is not a place where a noble consul would come. Of course, in return for your kindness in protecting my husband's business and property, I promised that I would be willing to help you complete anything in return."

Upon hearing the direct statement from the "Waterside Widow", the Archon cast a selective gaze without any scruples, and then said:

"I need your help to contact a reputable mercenary group."

For hundreds of years, the Free Cities have hired large numbers of mercenaries to fight in their wars, so Essos has many historic mercenary regiments that only work for the highest paying employer.

Inevitably, most of them are lawless gangsters who are only proficient in robbing homes and houses, but there are also some mercenary groups that are quite self-disciplined and have good reputations.

The "Waterside Widow" ignored the Archon's sudden fierce gaze, smiled softly, and said without thinking:

"You want me to help hire the Golden Company."

Mercenaries have always had a reputation for being capricious, but the most honorable thing about the Golden Company is that they never break a contract. Their motto is "Words are like gold."

Moreover, the Golden Company is also regarded as the most powerful of the major mercenary groups in Essos.

Hearing the name of the Golden Company, Malachor waved his fist, but his words remained strong:

"Not only the Golden Group, I also need to hire other reputable mercenary groups in the disputed Stepped Stone Islands."

The Disputed Land is an area southwest of Essos, and the Stepstone Islands are located in the narrow sea to the west of the Disputed Land.

Among them, the disputed area is vast and fertile, and it was once extremely prosperous. The Stone Step Islands were the chokepoint for maritime trade between the east and west continents.

The three Free Trade Cities, Lys, Myr, and Tyrosh, have been at war for the sovereignty of these two areas, so most of the mercenary groups in Essos are hired to fight here.

Seeing his old friend frowning after hearing this, the consul quickly continued to add:

"However, please don't worry, this will not affect your business. I have no crazy idea of ​​serving as a lifelong consul."

The old woman sighed helplessly, but her frown did not relax, and she asked unhurriedly:

"Within the black wall, do the other two Elephant Party governors know about this?"

"They have agreed to authorize the hiring of mercenary groups." Malachor said with a resolute expression, "The Dothraki are heading south and approaching Volantis. War is imminent."

But the "Waterside Widow" remained unmoved, just staring closely at the face of the Tiger Party executive.

She knew far more information than her old friend had imagined.