NOVEL NEXT Chapter 117 Strong Belwas
"Four?" Butler Mills asked.
"Governor Godin Howoct of the Braavos party, Governor Cecito Morn, Governor Glerro Tetrus, and Governor Patsy Lotalus of the Volantis party." En's memory is very good and he directly named them.
"Oh no," Mills shook his head, "Governor Patsy Rotalus does not belong to the Volantis Party. He only supports the war against Braavos, but does not accept 'funding' from any party."
"Then why does he support the war against Braavos?" Ian asked strangely. Apart from personal interests, Ian could not think of any reason.
"Because his honor as a soldier and the Rotalus family's honor as a veteran military noble of Pentos do not allow him to be 'cowardly'."
"Military noble?" Ian discovered a new vocabulary. "If I remember correctly, according to the agreement between Pentos and Braavos, Pentos cannot have more weapons than the city guard. So why does Pentos still have Will there be a so-called 'military aristocracy'?"
"The Lotalus family has a history of 700 years. Of course, this may not be anything to you in Westeros."
is not that right? The Frey family, which has a history of 800 years, is called the nouveau riche, and our Darry family has a history of 6,000 years. Ian complained.
"But in our Pentos, they are already the oldest family, and in the past hundreds of years, nearly one-third of Pentos' military commanders came from the Rotalus family. And now Pantos The commander-in-chief of the Toss City Guard is none other than Governor Patsy Rotalus himself." Mills continued to explain.
"Let a certain governor control the defense of Pentos?" Ian was a little surprised, "Can you rest assured?"
"The Rotalus family respects tradition and has always been the staunchest defender of the parliamentary system of Pentos, and the old governor Patsy Rotalus himself is a fair, strict and respected elder. He will command Everyone in the Pentos City Guard can rest assured, including His Excellency Illyrio." Mills emphasized in the end.
"How many people are there in Pentos' City Guard?" Ian asked after thinking for a while.
"Theoretically, it's 6,000 people."
"Theoretically?"
"Because Pentos can only keep the City Guard, all our armed forces are included in the City Guard."
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"Of course this is not taking advantage of a loophole," Mills explained, looking at Ian's meaningful expression. "You have to know that Pentos is a city with a population of more than 500,000, and there are still 3.5 million to 3.5 million people in the surrounding restricted areas. With a population of about 5 million, a city guard of 6,000 people is not excessive, and the people of Braavos have no objection to this."
"That's right," Ian nodded, "Then why do you call it theoretical?"
"Because during the long period of peace that followed, the Governor's Council found that maintaining such a standing force was not necessary, so the number of the City Guard was gradually reduced to 2,000 in the following decades.
These 2,000 people were divided into 4 standard troops, of which the first standard guard consisted of 800 people and was personally commanded by Governor Patsy Rotalus. The other three banners belong to the Braavos Party, the Volantis Party, and our people.
No wonder the original book mentioned that the governors of Pentos doubled the size of the city guard before Khal Drogo arrived in Pentos, but the people of Braavos had no objection. It turns out that the strength of Pentos itself was far lower than that of the city guard. The scale agreed in the agreement, Ian thought.
"Is this all the strength of Pentos?" Ian asked.
"No," Mills shook his head, "According to the provisions of the agreement, we still have a lot of military service quotas, and naturally these quotas cannot be wasted."
"so?"
"The Governor's Council allocated 200 of the remaining 4,000 quotas to each of the seven governors so that they could maintain their own private guards in the city, and all the remaining quotas were sold.
You know that the nobles of Pentos have a large amount of land outside the city. Those lands undoubtedly need to be protected and maintained in order. However, the private armed forces of the nobles are also regarded as the armed forces of Pentos in the eyes of the Braavos people, so their All private soldiers need to occupy a quota in the 'City Guard'. "
As expected of a ‘free trade city’, you can trade anything.
"So, how many seats did the three governors buy?" Ian asked immediately, and he was of course referring to the core figures of the Braavos and Volantis factions.
"More than half."
Damn it?
"But you don't have to worry. None of their troops are in Pentos. Except for Governor Sesien Morn, the other two governors have less than 100 personal guards in the city."
"Actually, there is no difference to me between 100 people and 1,000 people. They can't attack me openly anyway." Ian shrugged. "What I need to be wary of are sneak attacks."
"As long as I'm here, no one can sneak up on you." A voice suddenly sounded.
Ian followed the voice and found that the person who had just spoken was a large, tan-skinned eunuch. He seemed to have just entered the door not long ago.
The guy was muscular, with arms as thick as tree trunks. His upper body was naked, revealing scars on his chest and stomach, and an extremely long arakh scimitar hung around his waist.
"This is Belwas, the mercenary sent to you by His Excellency Illyrio." Butler Mills introduced him immediately.
Mercenary? Ian wanted to laugh for no reason. Well, Lord Illyrio has indeed never been involved in the slave trade.
Strong Belwas! Ian remembers this guy, an elite gladiator who was killed in the Meereen Coliseum. He was bought by Illyrio after moving to Pentos.
In the original book, he and Barristan the Fearless were sent by Illyrio to Daenerys who was still in Qarth.
This guy tortured and killed the champion warrior of Meereen in an almost playful way under Meereen City (the TV series grafted this plot onto the leader of the Second Sons). After Daenerys occupied Meereen, she became a member of her queen's iron guard, and her strength was truly unparalleled.
"I never lose a battle, Andals," Belworth called Ian, noticing the look he was giving him. "Every time I defeat my opponent, I give him a chance to chop him down." I stabbed him," he said, puffing out his stomach, "and I'm still alive today."
"As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you." Belwas added.
"I believe you, friend," Ian nodded and said politely, "I feel more at ease with you."
Strong Belwas smiled immediately.
"Very good, then this is the next one," Mills pointed to the boy next to Belworth who was no taller than his armpit. "His name is Hazru. He can help you find out a lot of things."
Ian nodded again, knowing that this should be the leader of the Illyrio mice. Illyrio's little mice, like Varys's little birds, are mostly made up of these wandering orphans.