Chapter 161 The dilemma of no one

There must be an extremely restless night in Astapor, but Clay doesn't care about this. As long as the Unsullied production line is still there, Astapor City is meaningful to him.

Wake up in the morning feeling refreshed,

Having said that, the benefits have been distributed and what needs to be done has been done. Clay has now joined the Targaryen Revenge Group.

No, that's not accurate. The correct description should be, the Mandalay-Targaryen axis (crossed out), the Mandalay-Targaryen alliance.

"Clay, do we need to return to Astapor now? Why did you hand over command of the Unsullied to Astapor?"

Daenerys, who had put on her clothes and was stroking the scales of Galesos, turned back to ask Clay.

Clay took a look at her long silver hair that looked bright under the morning sun, smiled, and said nothing.

Daenerys was a little dissatisfied. She came over and took Clay's hand. Now that the two were on the same front, she wanted to know Clay's thoughts on how to arrange his men.

"I know that Arstan must be a man with stories and abilities. He cannot be Belwas's attendant, but this is not the reason for you to trust him with your army."

Daenerys pulled Clay's cheek, stared into his eyes, and smiled:

"You know his identity, right? This identity lets you know that he can definitely suppress the situation."

Tsk, it’s better for women to be stupid. Being too smart will make you tired, Clay complained silently in his heart, but since Daenerys has discovered Clay’s abnormal trust in Barristan, there is no need to hide it anymore.

"Yes, he is a Kingsguard."

Clay looked at Daenerys and said very calmly. However, these words made Daenerys' pupils tremble. Clay's words made her stunned.

Kingsguard, the Usurper's Kingsguard?

Clay touched Daenerys's silver hair and explained directly without giving the little queen a chance to think about it:

"He is Barristan Selmy, a name you should have heard of."

"Is he the one who killed the last Black Fire knight, the one with the title of Barristan the Fearless?"

"It's him."

"But Cray...isn't he a member of the Usurper's Kingsguard?"

"No, that brat who came out of incest is not worthy of the loyalty of such an old warrior. He dismissed Barristan from his post and drove him out of King's Landing so that his father, the Kingslayer, could become the captain of the Kingsguard. .”

"Why?"

Daenerys does not know the dirty things in King's Landing and cannot understand the logic behind this wave of magical operations.

Clay shrugged, opened his hand, patted Daenerys's butt gently, and said with a smile:

"Let me remind you, the current queen of the Seven Kingdoms, the lioness who occupies the Red Castle, needs a convenient opportunity to find her own golden lion to court her. Do you understand?"

Daenerys blinked her purple eyes, thought for a long time, and suddenly figured out the connection, and said with some disbelief:

"Just for this reason?"

"Just because of such a nonsense reason, I think Barristan is an eyesore. Now the Lannister has the final say in King's Landing. How can we tolerate someone like Barristan?"

This incident once again refreshed Daenerys' understanding of the stench of King's Landing. It was simply incredible that such a queen and her son could still sit peacefully on the throne.

Last night, Clay hugged her and briefly told her about the current situation in Westeros. The little queen was shocked by the current situation of Westeros being torn apart, so she was eager to try, thinking this was a perfect opportunity to fight back.

There is no decisive victory at all now, none of the three crowns have been lost, and the time has not come at all.

Now that they go back, they will immediately be everyone's opponent, because Targaryen's strong claim to the throne can crush all the scum present.

It has only been ten years since the collapse of the dynasty, but many nobles are still longing to welcome the king. How could they take the risk and let Daenerys lead the army ashore?

"Since Clay, you already know his identity, why didn't you tell me and you still need me to ask?"

"As of yesterday, he was only yours. I had no right to interfere. Moreover, he had no choice but to go down with us. So, I didn't say anything, that's it."

Clay replied in a bachelor's manner. He didn't want to play charades with Daenerys. It was boring to play tricks with such a capable little queen. She already knew the ins and outs, so there was no point in doing this.

"Daenerys, we don't have many people available right now. Although I am the young master of White Harbor, the Mandalay family is not yet suitable to stand completely opposite them, so we don't have many people we can use."

Daenerys thought for a while and accepted Clay's statement. After Clay told her about the current situation in Westeros, she understood that the Manderly family could not stand directly on the red dragon flag on a black background. nearby.

Although the Mandalay family, which has swallowed up the east bank of the Twins, is already a decisive force on the stage of the Seven Kingdoms in terms of size, they are limited by the aristocratic system in the north and cannot be completely independent.

Moreover, after all, there is a biting bay between the two places. The transportation is still inconvenient and it is easy to be attacked from all sides. The Mandalay family is not suitable to expose their true side to the sun, at least at this juncture. of.

"Let's wait a little longer. I believe Barristan can handle it well. Even if he doesn't handle it well, it doesn't matter. These slave traders can't change the world."

"Are you really going to let that fat guy with bigger breasts than me live? Frankly speaking, I don't like him. His eyes are too wanton on me."

Daenerys snorted. Obviously, she knew the meaning behind the slaver's lustful eyes. If it weren't for the dragon, she would have been stripped naked and thrown on the fat man's big bed.

"Did I say that? No, I seemed to have just said that three people could survive, but did I say it was him?"

"But you only told him the news to one person. He could just kill the two people who don't deal with him and leave two people tied to him to fight against us."

"That's right, that's the case. It's not good. Let these three people who think they can help us deal with us understand that all schemes are ridiculous in front of the Dragon King."

"Besides, if he dares to make ideas about my woman, he will die!"

Seeing Clay walking towards the back of the dragon of Galesos, Daenerys pursed her delicate red lips, with a smile on her radiant face. She liked these words.

Things were just as Clay expected. After Barristan replaced the entire city defense system of Astapor with bloody means, Krazny Mo Nacroz, the benevolent lord who knew Clay's purpose, set off a rebellion. A bloody civil unrest.

He contacted another benefactor whose interests did not conflict with his own, and the two families secretly mobilized all the free militia groups they could control. Before the remaining three people could react, they took cruel measures.

Although these three people were on guard, they really didn't expect that the good man who was in the same trench with them would actually swing a bloody blade at them at this time.

They were completely unprepared. After a night of bloody fighting, the two superior good lords had their heads separated, and the remaining one was deprived of all power and became the de facto puppet of Krazny Mo Nacroz.

Barristan watched all this with cold eyes. He just ordered to ensure that the control of the city was in his hands. The rest was up to them. He only had to remember the process.

After Clay flew back to Astapor with Daenerys, Barristan honestly told the man and woman who had obviously become closer to each other about everything that had happened in the city.

When he finished speaking, Daenerys smiled and said softly:

"Well done, Ser Barristan Selmy. It seems that Clay made the right choice by handing over his army to you."

Barristan heard Daenerys mention his identity, glanced at Clay who was spreading his hands, and knew that his identity was known by the little queen, so he could only kneel down.

"Your Majesty...please forgive me for not telling you my true identity."

Daenerys looked at the old man kneeling in front of her, feeling helpless in her heart.

If it were really said that she had no grudge against Barristan at all, it would definitely be nonsense. As a woman, she was not that magnanimous, but at the moment, she agreed with Clay's statement:

They really have no one available.

To build a truly powerful military group, it is not enough to have soldiers. Daenerys and Clay are rulers and cannot manage these trivial affairs.

The logistics of the army, our own diplomacy, how to deal with religion, how to establish an intelligence system, etc., all require people.

Again, it is impossible for Clay to directly transplant the Mandalay family's system now. What they have in their hands now are these thousands of Unsullied.

And this little power, thrown into the bloody meat grinder on the battlefield of the Seven Kingdoms, would not be able to make much waves at all.

They might not even be able to capture a slightly larger castle because they don't have the heavy weapons to attack it.

Therefore, Daenerys could only hold her nose and tolerate Barristan's behavior of concealing his identity from her. If it were other noble lords, they would have been killed as a spy.

"Rise, I hope you can use your sword to prove your loyalty again in the future. Now, hand over the scepter of the Unsullied, Ser Barristan."

Daenerys knew that Barristan had also been on the battlefield and performed well on the battlefield, but in her heart, she still preferred to defeat the Lannister army in one battle and capture the Kingslayer Clay alive.

After all, he is his own man.

Moreover, Clay and her just lacked a grand wedding, and the military power would still be handed over to him in the future.

A king without military power is not a true king.

The next update will be in the evening. I'm going to have dinner with friends in the afternoon. Don't worry, gentlemen, I won't be too fussy.