Chapter 155 Is this too anxious?

Clay stayed in the city for most of the day. In the evening of that day, the news that dragons appeared in the sea of ​​Astapor spread to every corner of Astapor through the fishermen who hurriedly returned to port.

Listening to the resident who lived opposite him, but had no sense of distance at all, he pulled him and started chatting, telling vividly the news he heard at the port. Clay had a kind smile on his face, and he was already happy. flower.

Sure enough, the accuracy of a piece of news passed down from person to person is even more outrageous than Robert dragging Rhaegar out of the grave to dance the tango. It is obvious that there are only three little guys from Galesos and Daenerys. Listen to these. What?

"Friend, let me tell you, a group of dragons appeared on the sea in Astapor. I heard that it was such a big group! There must be more than ten of them. Don't you think the dragons are already extinct? There are so many Where do dragons come from?”

"..."

"Are you scared? Let me tell you again, this is first-hand news. The leading dragon is as long as two large sailboats combined. What a behemoth it is."

"..."

"Look at you, you are stunned. It must be coming towards our Astapor. I heard that the leading dragon is silver. Tell me, should we let the good Lords sacrifice two Valery? Slaves of sub-bloodline, maybe the dragons can protect us Astapor, hey, why don't you say anything?"

"..."

Clay was so upset that he really didn't know what to say. Good guy, except that the dragons were coming towards Astapor, there was really nothing wrong with this.

Clay is also convinced. If anyone hires you as an informant, you will be fooled.

But it's good. The reaction of these Astapor civilians at least shows that they are aware of the power of the dragon, which makes it easier to handle.

Calculating the time, Daenerys's warship will dock tomorrow night, so I still have some time to take a look here.

There is no way, we are not in Westeros now. Although Clay is the richest young master of White Harbor, he is also a complete poor man in Slaver's Bay. Otherwise, he would have used money by now The offensive opened up the situation.

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After spending a relatively peaceful night in the store, Clay rejected the boss's recommendation and didn't even want the "good stuff" delivered to his door. He had no choice but to do so. The road was too wide and Clay was afraid of falling into it. It’s not good to come out again.

The next morning, Clay went out early. Today he wanted to inquire about the price of the Unsullied produced in this place. Now, he had to be prepared.

It would be nice to just let Galesos fly over and burn these good lords to dregs with a burst of dragon flames, but it was still the same truth. This was tantamount to completely overturning Astapor's ruling framework.

Clay didn't care if a few people died, but this meant that the Unsullied production line would have to stop production while Astapor was running for a long time.

Clay and Daenerys have no foundation at all in this broken place. It is impossible to recruit people to quickly restart this production line. Why do they have to turn a long-term deal into a one-time deal, right?

Therefore, in Clay's mind, the best result is to bleed the blood of these good people sitting at the top of the pyramid, and then support a few obedient ones to continue producing the Unsullied.

As for himself, he used part of White Harbor's financial resources to purchase these Unsullied for military expansion and preparation for war. Of course, if he wanted to keep White Harbor from participating in things here, it was not impossible.

There is a place called Braavos among the nine major trading city-states, and there is a place called the Iron Bank. Clay can ride Galesos there to borrow money.

As for what problems this will cause, such as whether it can be repaid, how much the interest will be, etc., Clay doesn't care. He doesn't plan to repay it anyway...

After he has strengthened his troops and conquered Westeros, he must make an expedition across the sea to Astapor, for no other reason than to stop this gang of black-hearted capitalists who are destroying finance.

Look, in order to make money, even the face of civilized people is lost, and they dare to slander the great Clay Manderly for borrowing money and not repaying it. Little Braavos actually has the right to ask the Iron Throne for money?

Galesos, drcarys! Spray them!

This is what Clay plans to do under ideal conditions, but what if these slave owners just don't cooperate, and Clay or Daenerys accidentally turns these people into ashes?

Clay has no interest in accompanying Daenerys to play the trick of conquering Slaver's Bay. He came to Astapor to build an army. Now that the army production line has been burned, he has to find a way.

Clay himself has no time to stay here as the king of Astapor on the surface, but actually a slave owner, and he can't leave Daenerys here.

The little queen has to return to Westeros with him, and he wants to use her name to go to the other direction of the continent to find himself a very important ally.

When that time comes, even if he captures a few slave owners from Meereen and comes to Astapor, Clay can't stop Astapor.

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After walking around the entire city of Astapor for a long time, Clay visited many taverns, which are the distribution center for all kinds of news. When there were fewer people, he would go to Axi, and when there were more people, he would covertly ask about various sources of the Unsullied. kind of information.

The bad news is that in the entire Slaver's Bay, only Astapor has a complete Unsullied production chain, which is almost the main commodity exported by Astapor.

The good news is that the production of the Unsullied is not in the hands of one person. According to many people, each of the five good lords who currently rule the city-state holds the production capacity of the Unsullied.

This means that Clay can have the opportunity to divide and disintegrate them. If one or two slave owners really stay in that position, things will be difficult to handle. When the number of people increases to three, things become interesting.

Clay wandered around until dusk, finally satisfied that he had finished today's information collection work. Next, he went to the port to mingle with the crowd and meet the great Queen Daenerys Targaryen.

The actions of him and Daenerys in Astapor must have a unified core guiding ideology. It is not okay for each to do his own thing. Clay and Daenerys must reach a consensus on these matters.

Astapor also received news that Daenerys was coming, but for some reason, they did not show much enthusiasm, and not a single benefactor showed up.

Clay didn't think it was because these good lords were not coming because it was getting late. In fact, according to his understanding, if there was money to be made, it would be okay to ask them not to sleep for five or six days, as long as they were still alive.

There was only a small group of black leather-armored Unsullied ones on the dock, plus a few ordinary soldiers, led by a fat-headed guy who was probably a minor character, to greet them.

Clay gradually began to understand the thinking of these slave owners. In their eyes, it doesn’t matter whether Daenerys is the Mother of Dragons. In their eyes, she is just a "beggar queen" from Westeros. ".

She is a guy with no luck. This is probably the label that the good masters have put on her. Such a person is not worthy of being greeted by the good masters at the dock outside the city at night.

It's good, because it makes it easier for Clay to "connect" with Daenerys. However, he didn't tell the little queen that he was here. He would like to see how she reacts later.

Daenerys's big ship slowly docked. It seemed that Astapor's dock was of good quality. It was actually a deep-water port. This was really a good place to store a fleet. Clay stared at the docking position of the big ship and thought to himself. With.

In the golden sunset, the Targaryen's red dragon flag on a black background rustled in the sea breeze, making this warship converted from a merchant ship look particularly powerful.

However, there was a little hiccup in the welcoming ceremony at the beginning, because the first people to disembark were a group of staggering and disheveled people, like a group of drunken people.

The clothes of these people were quite mixed, but no one dared to underestimate them. After seeing their appearance clearly, some timid soldiers even pulled out the sabers on their waists.

Nothing else, just because the Dothraki who came down first were the Dothraki who followed Daenerys.

No city-state on the continent of Essos has a good impression of this group of barbarian cavalry who come and go like the wind. Savage, cruel, bloodthirsty, and stinky are probably synonymous with these people.

Now that they suddenly saw such a group of guys landing, these slave traders immediately panicked, even if these Dothraki were superimposed with the negative state of severe seasickness.

The surrounding crowd suddenly screamed and let out high-decibel screams. The crowd squirmed and fled towards the city gate, dragging the confused Clay with them, and entered the city in a daze.

Well, the joint plan encountered variables, and the comrades were forced to move...

A small episode turned into a big trouble. Clay had no choice but to go back to his room first and wait until Daenerys and the others settled in the city before finding a way to find her.

Now, he couldn't get out even if he wanted to. The defenders at the city gate didn't know what was happening in the direction of the dock. They just saw the citizens screaming and fleeing back to the city, shouting that the Dothraki were coming.

So, the guy in charge of the gate immediately closed the heavy city gate, leaving Clay who was staring at the gate speechless.

It's really your fault. How terrifying are the Dothraki? This stress syndrome is simply amazing. I have to say, it's really amazing.

There was a commotion at the city gate, and finally Daenerys and her party were let into the city. However, because Daenerys insisted on bringing all her followers into the city, the helpless defenders had to send twice as many troops. Monitor Daenerys and her party.

But Clay doesn't care. Even if you send people to surround Daenerys' place, Clay will still have a way to get in. A witcher is a good hand when doing good things. Proficient in every field.

As night fell, the turmoil caused by the Mother of Dragons' entry into the city only affected a little area in the west of the city. Most of the people in Astapor still enjoyed a peaceful night.

In the middle of the night, Clay came out of his apartment. He didn't cover his face because he wasn't afraid of exposing his face to the guards here.

Just kidding, who in this place knows who Clay Mandler is? This handsome face is the best protection. Unless he is unlucky enough to meet a guy with a novel orientation, he will be remembered.

Clay, who transformed into Daredevil, walked through the streets and alleys of Astapor. He had a very good memory. Wandering around Astapor in the past two days allowed him to remember a lot of places.

An unlucky soldier asked where Daenerys and her group were staying. Clay did not perform throat surgery on him this time, not because he suddenly softened, but because he was worried that the smell of blood would cause unnecessary trouble.

Fortunately, after Clay escaped three or four waves of patrolling soldiers, he finally arrived at the large courtyard where Daenerys and her party were stationed without any danger.

The brick wall that was two people high was not a problem at all for Clay. With a little help, he completed the basic operation of climbing over the wall. Well, you can't blame him. He has never experienced a celestial sphere in the world of ice and fire. Intersection, there are so many monsters.

Demon hunters also want to save face, right? It's understandable that they occasionally use their advantages to do other things, ahem...that's it.

The defense here is not as exaggerated as Clay imagined. Most of Daenerys's protective forces are placed on the outer layer, near the house she brought with her, that is, a few maids and Astan, that is, Ba Ser Lestan is here.

The old knight did not rest, and was drinking wine in the yard. This was probably a gift from the good friends to Daenerys. When Clay was on the boat, he didn't notice that Daenerys still had wine with her.

"Ahem, Sir Barristan, it is not the behavior of a generous gentleman to enjoy fine wine alone here. Come on, pour me a glass too. I've been here for so long, and I'm already craving for this sip."

Clay's voice suddenly rang in Barristan's ears, frightening the old knight's heart to beat wildly. He almost died on the spot. His palm instinctively moved towards the long staff lying aside, but was struck by a young and powerful palm. blocked.

The tense muscles slowly relaxed, and Ser Barristan Selmy realized who the owner of the voice was. Clay sat in front of him without noticing anything, grabbed the wine glass on the plate, and put it on the table. In front of Listan.

Looking blankly at Clay, who had a smile on his face, Barristan decided not to bother thinking about how Clay got in.

There are so many magical and unreasonable things about Clay Manderly that Barristan will not be surprised by anything he does.

With a wry smile, he poured a glass for Clay, who immediately grabbed it and drank it.

Unfortunately, Astapor's wine glass was too small, so he didn't get excited at all, he just had a taste.

Waiting very patiently for Clay to finish drinking, Barristan also kept trying to figure out Clay's intention of coming late at night.

This guy who controls the dragon is too mysterious, and every move he makes deserves careful consideration.

"Clay Mandler, can you tell me what you are doing here?"

Barristan watched with interest the wine disappearing spell Clay had just performed, but the old knight, as Daenerys's bodyguard, was still performing his duties.

"Just call me Clay. There's no need to mention my last name every time."

Clay waved his hand, then pointed to the room still lit with candlelight, and whispered:

"I'll come find her."

"Now?"

"Yeah, now."

"..."

Looking at Clay's natural expression, the old man's expression was quite complicated. He spent a long time organizing his words with a distorted face, and then said rather awkwardly and hesitantly:

"Clay, isn't it nice of you to be so direct? Even though His Majesty has a good impression of you, he is probably too anxious..."