Chapter 160 It’s not too late

The tone was very light, not heavy at all, but Krazny Mo Nacroz smelled the smell of blood rising to the sky.

Only three of the five people can survive, and the Dragon King has not specified who it is, which poses a problem for the slave traders.

Should I tell the remaining four people the news?

Once you form a fear of a person, you will subconsciously think over and over anything he says.

Krazny Mo Nacroz did not dare to try, what would be the consequences if there were more or less than three people after tomorrow.

In his opinion, his courage brought him first-hand information, which was equivalent to giving him a gold medal to avoid death, allowing him to deal with other people relatively calmly.

As the Dragon King said, he did not specify who it was, he only wanted the number of people.

"Do you understand? Don't think about anything else. I don't have a good temper. What a beautiful city. Do you want to hear the beautiful wailing sound it makes in the flames?"

Clay smiled, and that smile made Krazny Mo Nacroz shudder.

Ignoring the words of assurance that the latter was chattering about, the blade flashed, and the Unsullied command scepter hanging around the slaver's neck fell into Clay's hand.

"This thing is considered a gift from you. I give you a gift. Whether you accept it or not is up to you. Now, how about I also ask you for a gift? Isn't it too much?"

Clay tossed the scepter inlaid with gems. He didn't know what kind of material it was. It looked like bone or some kind of stone, but it didn't matter. Clay didn't care about it.

Throwing it backhand to Barristan Selmy behind him, Clay said:

"Get this thing, bring me all the good stuff from this slave trader, and control the entire Astapor. If you dare to disobey, I allow you to set up a gallows in the Punishment Square."

Clay took one last look at the slave trader, whose face was pale and shaking like chaff. He sneered and left a sentence:

"After our respected good lords have decided on the life and death of themselves and each other, we will talk about the issue of the city of Astapor."

In the previous demonstration, Barristan already knew how to use this thing. Although he still didn't like these Unsullied, the decisiveness and domineering Clay showed just now made him admire him from the bottom of his heart.

This is what a ruler should be like, ruthless, violent, and decisive in killing.

Of course, he does not lack a softer side, and the hand holding Daenerys is the best proof.

"Is this the true king given to Westeros by the gods?"

Barristan Selmy asked himself in his mind, but did not get an answer. He simply didn't think about it. He glanced at Daenerys, and after receiving the latter's nod, he raised the power of the Unsullied. stick.

He also speaks a slightly accented version of Valyrian, which he had learned in his youth.

"Unsullied, obey my orders!"

The old man's hoarse shout did not reach very far, but this did not prevent the Unsullied Ones from being instantly tidied up.

"Take over Astapor's city defense. If you encounter resistance, pick up your spears and daggers and give them blood!"

No one answered, but as the words fell, groups of Unsullied, led by today's temporary commander, quickly rushed towards the corners of Astapor.

Watching this scene with satisfaction, Clay patted Daenerys, who was a little dazed, and issued an invitation.

"Daenerys, take your three children with you. Do you want to experience the feeling of the sky?"

The little queen turned around, looked at the man beside her and behind him, also glanced at her dragon, and asked with some hesitation:

"Can't a dragon only have one dragon knight?"

"Forget it, as long as I am willing to take this guy with me, you have no problem bringing him along with me."

Clay's eyes examined Daenerys' body wrapped in silver-white dress and commented:

"Well, it doesn't look like you are heavy. Galesos can definitely carry it."

Daenerys gave him a big eye roll.

She is now able to accept such contact between Clay and herself. After all, she knows very well what the current situation is.

"Come on, let's go, I'll take you around Slaver's Bay."

Galesos, who was quite discerning, consciously lowered his head and leaned over without Clay's instructions, letting Clay and Daenerys get on his back.

Pointing to the thorns on Galesos's back, Clay patted Galesos after watching Daenerys hold on firmly.

The dragon wings vibrated, and after a few run-ups, Daenerys left the ground for the first time and flew into the sky.

…

Clay actually knew what was going on with Astapor. He deliberately left in such a swagger just to allow Astapor's power to be shuffled without any worries.

The reason why the Unsullied were in his hands was entirely because Clay didn't want to burn these precious warriors when the situation got out of control.

He believed that the guy didn't dare to disobey him. The day after tomorrow, he would definitely see two blood-stained heads. As for who was so unlucky and became the ghost under the knife, Clay didn't care at all.

It was already evening. Clay took Daenerys and flew over most of Slaver's Bay. After letting Daenerys get enough of the dragon knight's addiction, he found an uninhabited open space in the mountains and landed.

Clay has something to tell Daenerys clearly, and this is just an opportunity.

Skillfully collecting some dry branches with the long knife that came with him, Clay made a simple fire. Without letting Galesos open his mouth, the guy turned to ashes in one gulp.

The bonfire was lit, and the dragon was tired after flying for a day. Its huge body curled up and nestled next to Daenerys and Clay.

Daenerys looked at Clay, who looked at him, and then the little queen laughed.

"Clay Mandler, I have to say, you're really...interesting."

Although Daenerys was smiling, her tone was quite serious.

"How to say?"

Now that he has opened up the conversation, Clay will naturally not refuse to chat more with Daenerys.

The little queen held a crooked small wooden bowl made by Clay, and took a sip of cold mountain spring water. Her lavender eyes reflected the stars in the sky, and she replied softly:

"You know? I have always thought that I am the last dragon in the world. No matter how many people follow me or how many people I talk to a day, I am always alone."

Clay was silent for a moment and said:

"Since your brother died?"

"Yes... when Viserys left me, that's the case. I just moved forward. If it hadn't been for the birth of my three children, I might have despaired of the future."

Clay nodded, indicating that he understood that it was not easy for a woman to raise an army that could overthrow a country in a completely unfamiliar place.

Taking away the halo of the protagonist, based on universal rationality, this is impossible.

Clay didn't open his mouth to say anything comforting, he knew Daenerys didn't need these things.

"Then, I met you, tsk...this sounds a bit like a familiar passage in a storybook, but that's it."

Daenerys looked at Clay, her red lips opened and closed, recalling the scene at that time.

"At that time, I was discussing dragons with them. Suddenly, Drogon and Rhaegal became very angry. They flew into the sky, and then you appeared from the clouds to control the dragon."

"Unlike other people's fears, I actually only had one thought in my mind at that time."

Daenerys looked at Clay's face and smiled slyly.

"I'm actually not the last dragon in the world. Do you know what this means?"

Clay smiled and said nothing. Of course he knew what it meant. Daenerys was not asking him to answer when she said this.

"I actually have a hard time understanding where you got such a big dragon. It's called Galesos, right?"

"Yes."

"It's a very nice name. It's the name of the God of the Sun, Moon and Stars. Did you give it to me?"

After getting a positive answer, Daenerys nodded, with a complicated expression on her face. She looked at Clay and said slowly:

"Why didn't you come to me a year earlier? If you had come to me, I would have married you, Clay Mandler."

"It's not too late, isn't it?"

Clay did not hesitate and said bluntly, how could Daenerys not know the purpose of his visit? She is a Targaryen after all.

There was a sudden silence between the two, leaving only the crackling and popping sounds of the burning bonfire. Daenerys kept looking at Clay, who did not avoid her gaze.

After a long time, Daenerys suddenly smiled. She took a deep breath, nodded, and said in a faint tone:

"Yeah, it's not too late."

Clay and Daenerys both breathed a sigh of relief after this layer of window paper was pierced. The relationship between the two of them was actually very tense during this period, and no one mentioned it first.

But now that I have said it, I feel more relaxed.

"However, there is a question here and you need to give me an answer."

"Clay, if I marry you, then, based on my understanding of your temper, you will put the crown on your head instead of becoming my royal husband, right?"

Daenerys didn't wait for Clay to answer. She had already guessed the answer. She continued:

"So, in the future, if we really defeat the descendants of the usurper and regain the throne, will this dynasty be named Targaryen or Manderly?"

Clay glanced at Daenerys and smiled:

"You're not going to compromise, are you?"

"Yes, I won't. This is my bottom line. My children must bear my surname, and the legacy of the Targaryen family must continue in my hands."

Clay knew that was the case.

"Same, I made the same promise to my grandfather, Wyman Manderly."

"So, our children will bear the surnames of your family and mine. In this way, the huge land of the Mandalay family will become the territory of the royal family. How about it?"

Daenerys said nothing more. She knew that this was the biggest concession that Clay could make, because now he, Clay Manderly, could completely put himself aside.

A giant dragon is enough to make the name Mandalay the new dragon king family. This is actually his own advantage. There is nothing to say.

Putting aside these thoughts, Daenerys smiled:

"It's not a polite thing to talk about children to me when I'm not married yet."

"Does the Mother of Dragons really want a child?"

"It's hard to say, maybe now is a good time, right, Clay Mandler?"

Galesos glanced at the two people, snorted, tilted his head, and covered the three little dragons that were still roaring with one wing.

It has always been very sensible...

Ah... What if I get blocked for writing about Sese? I'm so confused... I've been blocked twice.