Chapter 111: Rectification of the Disputed Lands (Part 2)
Essos, Disputed Lands, Dragonfire Basin
"Hahaha, esteemed Archon , if you visit next time, I will certainly host you well. Our Pleasure Gardens there are very famous."
Amidst 's enthusiastic words, Trig Ormollen led his guard unit and entered the Tyroshi Allied Forces' military tent together with Tyrion.
"Isn't it said that your Lord no longer allows slaves? How can there still be Pleasure Gardens?"
Trig Ormollen was somewhat tempted by Tyrion's invitation. Although the bed slaves of were world-renowned, for people like them who had already tasted all the "home delicacies," exotic styles might be more attractive.
"Lord Aegon said that there will always be people in this world who like to get something for nothing, and if all those Pleasure Gardens were abolished at once, it would only cause a large number of people to lose their livelihoods."
"Oh! It seems your Lord Aegon is not the kind of rigid person the legends say!"
After hearing Tyrion's explanation, Trig Ormollen also expressed his opinion.
"Lord Aegon is very merciful to those willing to make changes. Many Archons who surrendered to him are still enjoying wealth and honor!"
At this time, Tyrion's group had already reached the outside of the main tent, and his last sentence clearly reached the ears of everyone inside.
Upon hearing these words, the expressions on the faces of these Tyroshi commanders and Archons were very complex. Some of the weaker ones even exchanged secret glances.
"The world hustles for profit, and bustles for gain." This saying is universal regardless of the world. As long as there is enough profit, some people would even sell out their own relatives and friends.
After Yaarl Gira heard this, the expression on his face changed repeatedly, as if he were contemplating something.
"This detestable fellow, does he really intend to stop only after completely destroying us Tyroshis?"
None of the people sitting in this military tent were fools, but in the face of the temptation of profit, it was difficult for anyone to truly maintain their original intentions.
"Is this the guy?"
"Isn't he just a little dwarf? Is he really that terrifying?"
"My army was wiped out before even seeing his face. You tell me if he's formidable or not."
"What does this fellow want to do? Does he want peace talks?"
"You're thinking too simply!"
Amidst the noisy discussions of everyone in the main tent, Tyrion walked in with his back straightened.
Today, Tyrion was wearing a suit of black leather. In the hot environment of the Disputed Lands, it was as if he were being placed inside an oven.
At this moment, Tyrion also felt some regret. Had he known, he wouldn't have copied Jon by wearing black clothes.
"Perhaps it's because dragon blood flows in his body, while only lion blood flows in mine!"
After casting aside these miscellaneous thoughts, Tyrion turned his gaze toward Yaarl Gira, who sat in the main seat, his eyes full of smiles.
"Esteemed Archon Trig Ormollen, on behalf of the Tyroshi Alliance, I welcome your arrival. I hope you can have a good time here. I just don't quite understand why you brought this detestable fellow here; he is an enemy of our Tyrosh!"
Although Yaarl Gira had been driven out of Tyrosh, he still displayed the spirit and politeness a Tyroshi Archon should have.
In the eyes of many self-important Tyroshi nobles, Yaarl Gira's attitude was very appropriate. To these people, not directly ordering the guards to kill Tyrion was already the greatest mercy shown to him.
As Yaarl Gira finished speaking, the Tyroshis present also showed a hint of dissatisfaction toward Trig Ormollen. They didn't understand why this Lysene man wanted to involve himself in the conflict between them and the Chainbreakers.
"I came for the sake of peace. Over this period, the war that broke out between your two sides has seriously affected the trade activities of Lys. Our fleet was attacked again by your rebel fleets some time ago, which made the Archons of the council very unhappy!"
"How is that possible? Our fleet was scattered long ago…"
"This is a blatant frame-up…"
"It must have been done by that 'Little Devil'…"
Upon hearing Trig Ormollen's words, the Tyroshi commanders and Archons present immediately became rowdy. In their view, these things could not possibly have been done by them; it could only have been the Chainbreakers acting in secret.
"Alright, everyone, I am here to solve problems, not to create them. I have no intention of interfering in the conflict between your two sides. All I want is for you to yield a safe sea route and trade route."
After the attendants brought over a table, Trig Ormollen, already seated, spoke these words.
Tyrion, who had been following beside Trig Ormollen, was assigned to a small table. Looking at the things on the table that were like a child's meal, Tyrion didn't feel anything. Instead, he took the cup of watered-down ale and began to drink.
After finishing the food in front of him in short order, Tyrion shifted his gaze to Archon Trig Ormollen beside him.
The people present had been watching him ever since Tyrion sat down, as if they wanted to find a trace of anger or some other emotion on his face.
Unfortunately, Tyrion didn't fall for it at all, continuing to eat the food he had just taken from Trig Ormollen's table.
"What's wrong? Does your side not let you eat anything good? After releasing those slaves from the sewers, have those gluttons already eaten you into poverty?"
"Hahaha…"
"I've said it long ago, those swine can only be educated with a whip. Give them food, and they will only want more!"
"Poor 'Little Devil'…"
Seemingly oblivious, Tyrion swallowed a piece of white bread in one gulp and then pulled a bowl of beef soup in front of him. Although many spices had been added, the gamey smell of wild beef was still too strong.
So, quickly, Tyrion took out a glass bottle from a small pouch in his clothes. Under the curious gazes of the surrounding crowd, Tyrion poured the powder inside into the meat soup.
As Tyrion stirred, a strange fragrance began to drift around, and even the soldiers outside the tent smelled this peculiar scent.
Gulp…
"This… what is this?"
After swallowing his saliva uncontrollably, Trig Ormollen couldn't help but ask Tyrion this question.
"This is a new product manufactured in our Tyrosh Food Additive Workshop, named 'Savory Essence.' With it, meat that is already quite delicious becomes even more flavorful."
Seeing the surprised looks on everyone's faces, Tyrion shook the small glass bottle in his hand, as if he were describing something very ordinary.
"If Archon Trig Ormollen likes it, I'll give it to you! It's just something worth a gold dragon, a small matter!"
Looking at the "generous" Tyrion, Trig Ormollen took the small glass bottle into his hand under everyone's gaze. After following Tyrion's example and adding some 'Savory Essence' to a bowl of beef soup, that familiar fragrance once again lingered around everyone's noses.
Although a gold dragon was nothing in the eyes of these people, the value represented by this item had already been secretly noted by some.
"Humph! What's so great about this? Without the construction by us Tyroshis, would you even have these things?"
Just then, a Tyroshi Archon who could no longer restrain himself shouted out.
The man looked to be about 50 years old, his build similar to that of , with a belly as large as a ten-month pregnancy.
"Archon Letho Aroye! The letter you wrote to your nephew some time ago has already been handed over to our Master of Whisperers by him. He said he wants to completely sever ties with you, and we have also captured your younger son who was preparing to start a rebellion."
At this time, Tyrion had just finished drinking the beef soup in his bowl. Although he had been very careful, there were still some bits of meat stuck to his beard.
"Now, do you want your head? Or do you want your feet? The punishment for treason under the Chainbreakers is very severe. You'd better think carefully."
At Tyrion's words, the man sat down with his head drooping, like a defeated rooster.
"You…"
"Karenna…"
"I have…"
"Sanson…"
In the time that followed, several more people from the Tyroshi side spoke up to mock Tyrion.
But without exception, they all fell under Tyrion's verbal onslaught. These people were either planning to create chaos in Tyrosh City or preparing to attack cities controlled by Tyrion.
Many of these guys' secrets were publicly revealed by Tyrion, which caused a seed named "suspicion" to be planted in their hearts.
These fellows were originally people of little talent, and the reason they were sent out was that they had failed in political struggles.
In any case, among these people, there were only a few who were truly talented and capable, but unfortunately, those with ability were unable to control everyone.
"Enough! What exactly do you want to do here?"
After seeing his compatriots suffer repeated humiliations, Yaarl Gira finally couldn't take it anymore. He directly spoke out to stop Tyrion, who was about to continue speaking.
"Alright, since the food has been eaten, it's time for things to come to an end."
After finishing his meal, Tyrion walked straight to the center of the military tent, even though the gazes surrounding him seemed as if they wanted to swallow him alive.
But even so, Tyrion still maintained a nonchalant attitude.
This attitude of his made the surrounding people even more furious.
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