Chapter 156 Daenerys: I want to, Clay: No, you don’t want to

Blinking his eyes, Clay's long reflex arc finally connected. Clay chewed on what Barristan had just subconsciously said. Well... the keyword was obtained.

Clay is not a vegetarian. He has maintained his own self for such a long time, mainly because he knows too well that in this world where little hats do not exist, eating meat without any scruples is not a wise choice.

Although he later became a demon hunter and ordinary viruses were in despair in front of his immune system, this habit was developed.

Moreover, he is a highly skilled person and is good at walking on narrow roads. As for the broad avenues with heavy traffic and heavy traffic, he still has to be grateful...

To be fair, the little queen still looks good in terms of his aesthetics, but she is a little short, but given her age, it is understandable.

Clay doesn't object to experiencing what it's like to be Drogon's father now, but he's not in a hurry. Daenerys is definitely more wary and repulsive towards him now than she is accepting of him.

Sometimes, the spear can make them like it very much, but it can't make them heart. Again, the first thing Clay wants to get from Daenerys is not this, but the golden thing. .

Of course, if Clay gets what he wants, this kind of icing on the cake, he will only object if his brain is caught in the door.

Shaking his head, Clay once again poured himself a glass of Astapor-flavored craft beer and smiled:

"No, that is not the primary purpose of my coming today. Ser Barristan, I believe you also know what your queen is here for."

"Apart from the well-known Unsullied, Astapor has nothing to attract an Avenger like Daenerys Targaryen who is dedicated to restoring her country, right?"

Barristan was speechless. In fact, in his heart, he was opposed to Daenerys doing this. Westeros had been abolishing slavery for a long time, and slavery was regarded as unforgivable by everyone from top to bottom. sin.

This is especially true for someone like him who comes from a big family and has a barely adequate sense of justice.

"What about you? Clay, what do you think of these Unsullied ones and the city of Astapor? With your dragon, you can easily conquer this city."

Barristan stared into Clay's eyes. He wanted to know what Clay was thinking. The young man in front of him was full of mysteries. The closer he got, the more doubts he had in his heart.

Regarding Barristan's question, there was no serious look on Clay's face at all. He was shaking the silver wine glass that reflected the dazzling silver in the moonlight, and a hint of playfulness crept into the corner of his mouth.

"Hmm...consumables at reasonable prices, with a little tidying up can be a good rear area."

Clay said two short sentences, and Barristan understood that these were answers to the two questions he had just asked. His gray-white eyebrows were raised. Obviously, Clay's answer exceeded his expectations.

While Barristan was still contemplating, Clay turned his gaze to one side because he heard the sound of small footsteps.

Sure enough, it was Daenerys, but she obviously didn't expect Clay to be here. The moment she saw her, there was a very obvious look on her fair face.

"Clay...why are you here? How did you get in?"

The little queen was obviously very surprised. She glanced around the place and saw Astan who had come to his senses, stood up and gave up his seat, standing respectfully aside.

Then, she saw the wine bottles on the table...

The handsome eyebrows twitched slightly. It was obvious that these two guys had been here for a while and were drunk. Daenerys suddenly had a bad feeling, why did everyone around her have such a good impression of this guy.

Just now, I was staying in my room, lying on my soft big bed, talking to my maid about women's secrets. The little maid also expressed her love for this guy in her words.

Daenerys knew that look, so it was even more uncomfortable when she saw this scene. How long has it been...

The little queen's face was slightly ugly. Fortunately, she didn't hear what Clay called Barristan just now. Otherwise, she would have exploded now, thinking that Clay had negotiated with Barristan to lie to her. .

"Astan, you are no longer needed here. Go find Belwas."

Daenerys's tone was cold and unpleasant, and she ordered Barristan to be kicked out. Barristan shrugged his shoulders slightly, glanced at Clay and Daenerys, and moved his palms towards the wine bottles on the table without leaving any trace. The ground stretched out.

Then, he was caught by the smiling Clay.

Looking at Barristan leaving with a smile, Clay said to himself that he had been here for so long, and today he finally tasted something drinkable. Everything in the hotel was filled with pot water and he couldn't drink it at all.

Just like this, you old boy still wants to rob me, how can this be possible? !

When Barristan's footsteps faded away, Clay and Daenerys were the only two people left in the small courtyard, looking at the bottle of wine on the table and looking at each other wordlessly.

After being stiff for a long time, Daenerys put on an awkward smile, pointed at the bottle of wine that Clay had grabbed urgently, and said softly:

"Does it taste good? Why haven't I liked alcohol since I was a child? Every time my brother gets drunk, he always seems... well, a little irritable and not so friendly..."

Speaking later, Daenerys's voice had become much softer because she realized that she shouldn't mention this to an outsider like Clay, but just now in order to relieve the embarrassment, she said it as soon as her mind got hot.

Staring into Daenerys' somewhat evasive eyes, Clay understood what Daenerys had not finished saying. Viserys Targaryen, to a certain extent, is very worthy of sympathy. .

He is different from Daenerys. When he was alive, he was the unquestionable heir of the Targaryen family. He witnessed the family's tragedy when he was a child, which also foreshadowed his subsequent ending.

According to Clay, Viserys never knew what he really wanted. His whole life was a life of being kidnapped by an illusory throne.

Everyone around him told him how much hatred he bore against his country and his family, how noble his blood was, and how vast the land he claimed was.

In short, like the fake Aegon Targaryen who was lucky enough to be alive, he lost himself in the constant indoctrination of others and could not clearly see what he wanted to do and what he could do.

His death was not unjust at all, but it did not deserve to be laughed at.

"Your brother probably won't do anything to you when he sees you like you are now. After all, you are the mother of dragons, Daenerys."

Clay smiled and motioned for Daenerys to relax and just sit down and chat. After that, he thoughtfully took out an empty glass and gave Daenerys half a glass of wine.

Frowning slightly, the little queen stared at the dark red wine. She wanted to refuse, but she glanced at Clay who was staring at her from the corner of her eye. After struggling slightly, she put it to her mouth and took a sip.

"It doesn't taste good."

Daenerys commented.

"It doesn't matter, it's just that alcohol relaxes you, Daenerys."

Clay slightly bent his fingers and flicked the wine glass, making a crisp sound.

There was another awkward look at each other. After all, Daenerys's patience was not as good as Clay's, so she couldn't help but say:

"You came to me so late. What's the matter?"

After saying this, her face suddenly became a little unnatural, obviously thinking of a possibility, and her originally even breathing gradually became a little faster.

Don't blame her for thinking wildly. Any woman would involuntarily think in this direction under such conditions. I can't blame Daenerys for this.

"Daenerys, you want the Unsullied in the hands of these Lords of Astapor, right?"

Clay's voice interrupted his fantasy. For some reason, a subtle disappointment filled his heart, but Daenerys quickly adjusted it because she knew this guy was going to get down to business.

"Yes, you are right, I need these warriors, my ancestors the conquerors, to defeat the original kings of the seven kingdoms, it is not just three giant dragons."

"Very good, then can you tell me how you plan to buy so many Unsullied ones? Believe me, I came a day or two earlier than you, but I'm not idle. You don't have the money to buy the army you want. .”

Looking at Daenerys who fell silent, Clay suddenly realized something. The idea of ​​holding a barbecue party for the good Lords of Astapor was probably a temporary act of the little queen slapping her forehead.

What happened later was not the product of the plan at all, but the flow of the tide. Daenerys, who was just here for a visit, changed her mind and became the liberator of Slaver's Bay.

"So what do you think? Clay Manderly, your queen needs your advice."

Clay was amused by the little thought in Daenerys's words. Good guy, I don't call you queen, but you forced me to arrange it.

"Daenerys, you are not my queen, but I can give you a piece of advice."

However, Daenerys had no intention of letting Clay go just like that. She puffed up her face and chased after him:

"I am Daenerys Targaryen, now the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and the sole heir to the Iron Throne. As the Lord of White Harbor, you must bow your knee to me."

Clay had no reaction to Daenerys's words. He just continued to taste the delicious food in the wine glass. After a long time, he said quietly:

"Perhaps, your father Aerys thought so when he burned those two Starks to death."

Clay looked at Daenerys' face, his voice suddenly seemed a little erratic, and he said:

"To me, the crown is, to be honest, just a larger title of duke. There is nothing sacred about it."

Daenerys wanted to open her lips to refute Clay's words, but she heard Clay continue:

"The legitimacy of the throne, to put it bluntly, is just who has the most soldiers and the weight of gold coins in his pocket. If your brother Rhaegar had won consecutive battles on the battlefield, he would have defeated all the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms. If you go to King’s Landing to bake, there won’t be any problems.”

"So what if the Targaryen family has ruled the Seven Kingdoms for three hundred years? The several guardian dukes did not hesitate at all when they rebelled. The safety of the family is greater than the glory of the royal family. I don't need to tell you this truth?"

"But they all swore allegiance to my father, in the presence of the gods!"

Daenerys obviously could not easily let go of the guilt of these people's rebellion. She gritted her silver teeth and said bitterly that in her education, those who broke the oath were people who would eventually be cast aside by the gods.

But her anger was rewarded with a merciless sneer from Clay. Immediately, Daenerys' anger shifted. She stared at Clay, who was sipping wine, and her tone was a little dangerous:

"What, am I right?"

"Yes, yes, you are right, Daenerys, but what I want to tell you is that the gods never need human oaths, and the oath itself also has a price. As long as you can afford the price, anyone can I can break the word of God for you."

"This is wrong! The Sword of Dawn fought till the end for my family. He could have knelt down and begged for mercy. The usurper had already won the war."

"Really? Maybe so, but I remember correctly, he is from the Dane family, right?"

"The Kingsguard have no family of their own."

"Wake up your princess dream, Daenerys. I once captured the Kingslayer alive. Do you think he was a Lannister or a Kingsguard?"

"Let me tell you, the reason why Dawn Sword did not kneel down is because his opponent was Ed Stark, a man who disdained to use dirty tricks, so he could fight without any distractions."

"If it's Tywin Lannister, he just needs to bring everyone in the Dane family before the Sword of Dawn without kneeling? Yes! The bloodline of the Dane family will be cut off from now on. What do you think he will choose?"

"Throw away your naivety. I am here today to tell you that your experience and thinking are not enough for you to make a correct judgment. None of the people under you can use their brains."

"Take tomorrow's issue of the Unsullied as an example. Tell me, how are you going to solve this problem so that the good Lords will willingly sell you eight thousand Unsullied?"

The little queen, who was stunned by Clay's words, held it in for a long time. Under Clay's aggressive gaze, she finally whispered:

"The true dragon will never compromise with these people. If they reject me, I will bring blood and fire to them."

Clay held his forehead, and sure enough, who did he learn this impulsive temperament from? He would take action whenever he disagreed. It was his fault that he came, otherwise history would be closed again tomorrow...

He looked at Daenerys and his tone was quite serious:

"Remember, never think like this."

"Why?"

"Can you burn everyone in the world? Dragon flames are not omnipotent, and this is where the problem lies."

Clay reached out and knocked on Daenerys' smooth forehead. He didn't notice the latter's unnatural expression and continued his words:

"Let's talk to them tomorrow and see what kind of people these guys are. People always have weaknesses. Burning them is the last option."

"Your enemies don't just have a few thousand enemies. They number in the tens of thousands, or even more than a hundred thousand. If you can't unite some of them, then you are standing against everyone."

"Then, your enemies will number hundreds of thousands or more. Do you understand now? If you want to restore your throne, eight thousand people are simply not enough."

"Don't tell me you still have a dragon, I have one too, it's pretty big, but how did Meraxes die?"

"Don't worry Daenerys, time is on our side. Why don't we wait until they are weak enough and we have accumulated enough power to defeat them in one fell swoop?"

Clay stood up and opened his arms, as if to embrace the entire Astapor.

"Don't you think this place is a good starting point?"

Oh my god, I finished writing this. Sorry, it’s too late today.