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#304 - Chapter 38: Arya in Action (I)

The fat man, who was being protected by everyone, was clearly of extraordinary status. The envoys from the Iron Bank had come to greet him. The woman at the head of the group was named Tycho Nestoris, a keyholder of the Iron Bank. Arya had lived in Braavos for a time and was naturally familiar with this most active of bank managers.

Tycho Nestoris stepped forward, bowed slightly to the fat man, and said, "Lord Tyrell, allow me to welcome you to Braavos on behalf of the Iron Bank! I trust your journey was pleasant?"

Mace Tyrell said with a relaxed expression, "It was fine, though we encountered a storm in the last two days, but we arrived safely in the end. It has been over twenty years since I last visited Braavos, and it is as prosperous as ever."

Tycho Nestoris followed up by asking, "And how is the harvest in the Reach?"

Lord Mace replied with a smile, "Well, it's not bad. According to the wine merchants, this year may be the most abundant harvest of red grapes in the last fifty years. If we can successfully reach a mutually satisfactory agreement, I will certainly send a cask of the finest wine from Arbor as a gift."

As he spoke, he gave the other party a friendly look, expressing his sincerity.

Tycho Nestoris smiled gratefully and responded, "I appreciate Lord Tyrell's kindness, but unfortunately, I never drink. Heh heh heh..." The two chatted as they walked, the atmosphere quite harmonious.

At the same time, the guards who followed closely behind remained highly vigilant. Among them, Meryn Trant scrutinized the surroundings carefully with his only eye, not missing a single detail. Arya followed cautiously behind the group, occasionally stopping to sell the clams in her basket. Thus, the group proceeded in fits and starts, finally arriving at their destination: the Iron Bank.

After watching them enter the Iron Bank, Arya found a location with a clear view where she could monitor the movements and quietly lay in wait, patiently waiting. However, before Meryn Trant and his party had even stepped out of the Iron Bank's doors, Arya was met with the arrival of Liu Yuan and his men. They slowly drove up with several wagons loaded with goods. Standing before the closed gate was another keyholder of the Iron Bank, Nahho Dimittis, who was greeting Liu Yuan with a beaming smile.

Nahho Dimittis took the initiative to speak, "Lord Garon, long time no see! I wonder how much wealth you've brought with you this time?" As he spoke, he looked at Liu Yuan with anticipation.

Liu Yuan smiled slightly, then held up three fingers and shook them, softly replying, "No more, no less, exactly three hundred thousand gold dragons. These were just shipped from Qarth. I'll have to trouble Manager Nahho to handle the long-term storage as usual."

Upon hearing this number, a hint of surprise flashed in Nahho Dimittis's eyes, but he still maintained a professional smile on his face, quickly waving his hand in response, "Not at all, it is my honor to serve such a distinguished guest as Lord Garon, how could it be a trouble?"

"Lord Garon, I have prepared refreshments, let us have a pleasant chat, please come in!" Nahho Dimittis invited with a smile, his words barely concealing his flattery towards Liu Yuan. After all, the person before him could be called a true god of wealth! In less than ten days, he had deposited gold coins from various city-states worth a total of ten million bushels (Braavos's official square silver coin) into the Iron Bank.

Liu Yuan nodded in response, "Well, thank you for Manager Nahho's hospitality, please." With that, he gladly accepted the invitation. In recent days, he had deposited large amounts of currency in multiple installments, and had also specifically used his powerful mental energy to mark some of the coins. Considering that the Iron Bank might store them according to currency type, he had used gold coins from various city-states, his purpose being to precisely locate the true location of the Iron Bank's vault.

Just as Liu Yuan stepped through the door, a strange feeling welled up in his heart. Therefore, he subconsciously turned his head back, his gaze falling directly on Arya not far away. He saw her hiding behind the steps, secretly peering in this direction.

Arya watched as Liu Yuan entered the Iron Bank, and a trace of worry couldn't help but rise in her heart. She wondered if Teacher Garon would meet those Lannisters. After all, she had heard that there had been conflicts between them. However, she wasn't worried that her teacher would encounter trouble, but rather that if Maron Trant became wary, it would be even more difficult for her to strike.

Time passed, and finally, the representatives of the Iron Throne of Lannister walked out of the Iron Bank. Judging from their expressions, there was nothing unusual. Tycho Nestoris personally escorted them to the door, Mace Tyrell said with a smile, "The agreement has brought tangible benefits to both sides, which cannot be separated from everyone's joint efforts and sincere treatment. Now I can finally return to the capital with a sigh of relief to report to the Hand of the King. Perhaps we should celebrate!" Tycho Nestoris responded modestly, "I am sorry that I cannot celebrate with you, but I do have a lot of work to be done urgently. I wish you all a wonderful time in Braavos."

Although he was rejected early on, Duke Mace was clearly in a very cheerful mood, humming a cheerful tune along the way. Arya silently followed them to the inn, and before long, she saw a group of people who seemed to have settled in. Duke Mace led several Tyrell family attendants further and further away, while at the same time, Meryn Trant led two Lannister guards in another direction.

Night fell, and the world was dark. Arya secretly resolved to follow closely behind, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Meryn Trant was obviously very familiar with this area, and he skillfully moved through the streets and alleys. Finally, the group arrived at Candlestick Lane, which was full of women wearing revealing clothes, leaning against the windowsills, waving and flirting with passersby.

Watching Meryn Trant and others enter a building, Arya couldn't help but hesitate, but in the end, she stepped in after them. The wooden box hanging around her neck was filled with oysters and clams, and she still pretended to be a little girl selling seafood.

As soon as she stepped into the hall, there were bursts of laughter and frolicking, both men and women, and there were musicians playing live music to add to the fun, the whole atmosphere was unusually ambiguous and hazy. At first, Arya was blocked by the brothel guards, but a prostitute stepped forward in time to rescue her, "Please, Brusco, let her in, we're all hungry. Come on, sweetie!"