Chapter 170 The king is in a high position and the prince has an audience

Clay really didn't know that Oberon would arrive today, but it didn't matter. In the current situation, it was true that the materials, money and food promised by the Iron Bank were in place. The Martell family was an ally in the future, not now.

He took Daenerys and flew over the Iron Bank fleet on a dragon. The implication was to intimidate. Only by letting the real dragon appear in front of these people can they kill their arrogance and let them let go of what they shouldn't have. thought.

Sure enough, when Clay saw the envoy from the Iron Bank Fleet, the latter's attitude towards him was much better than that of Tychu Nestos last time. Although he was not so uneasy in speaking, Clay felt for the first time, These guys take themselves seriously.

There is no way, most people in this world are essentially subject to... ah no, they all belong to the type that will immediately become intimidated when others become powerful. Obviously, the guy in front of me is like this.

The fleet docked without any resistance. The ice-like Unsullied immediately rushed onto the ship and took control of the entire fleet.

Originally, the Iron Bank meant that the items had been delivered, but they still needed to talk to Clay again. The proud bankers in Braavos generally agreed to the conditions that Tychu Nestorus took back last time.

However, they could not tolerate a little guy who, in their opinion, was a beggar, who dared to defy the alms given to him by generous gentlemen like themselves, which was detrimental to the dignity of the gentlemen.

Therefore, the purpose of deliberately embarrassing Clay this time was actually an action to protect the face of the gentlemen. However, these real executors were directly frightened by the figure of Galesos.

Between the dignity of the distinguished bankers and their own lives, these guys chose the latter with all their heart. Anyway, the well-dressed big shots would not really ask how they had done.

After eating all the supplies in one bite, a wave of fat Clay entertained the leaders of the Iron Treasury Fleet with satisfaction. These people were trembling with fear after eating the meal, which was like chewing wax.

The reason is very simple. Daenerys, who has no martial ethics, also brought her three children, the smaller Drogon, to the banquet, and performed a dragon-feeding drama directly in front of these envoys. .

Well, how should I put it? It can only be rated as an outstanding effect, because the speed when these guys left could catch up with Clay's charge speed when he went south to attack the Lannister army.

When the matter was over, the Unsullied finally saw that his master was free, and then walked to the door of the hall and spread the news to Clay's ears through Missandei who was passing by.

After Clay understood what Missandei meant, he immediately raised his eyebrows, patted the drunken Daenerys, and said softly:

"Wake up and clean yourself up, someone from the Martell family is here."

Daenerys probably drank a few more drinks because she was happy. She had been restricted from drinking by Viserys since she was a child, and she was homeless after that. Before she met Clay, she had no money to buy good wine.

Now, Daenerys has been well developed by Clay, and she has become a wine country master with Clay in terms of wine. However, the little queen's drinking capacity is not good, so after hearing Clay's words, she blushed. There was an obvious look of confusion on his face.

The long eyelashes fluttered, and the meaning was very clear. Who are the Martell family?

Clay glanced at the drunk man helplessly. There was a way to deal with this situation that was very effective, so he raised his hand...

"Snapped"

The sound was not loud, because there were maids running back and forth to clean up the banquet, but Clay's control of the muscles in his hands was already superb. This slap did not attract anyone's attention, but it... well, it hurt a little. .

Immediately, Daenerys reached down with one hand, instinctively wanting to cover the pain. Fortunately, she was not completely drunk, and she immediately realized how embarrassing this action would be if others saw it.

Staring at Clay with a red face, Daenerys didn't understand why she was beaten, but soon, her brain, which was affected by alcohol and was connected to the Internet, finally started to spin, and she remembered what the Martell family was.

"Clay...you just said that someone from the Martell family is here? The Martell family from Sunspear?"

"Yes, after all, we didn't invite anyone else, right?"

Daenerys immediately understood the seriousness of this matter. This was an important negotiation between the three families and could not be taken lightly.

The fire of shame and anger that she had just raised was extinguished instantly. After holding it in for a long time, she said in a depressed voice:

"Next time, don't hit me without telling me!"

"A beating is a given. Whether I tell you or not depends on my mood."

"..."

When Oberon, who had just finished having sex with his mistress Ellaria Sand and entered the time of the sage, was informed by Barristan that they could meet, Oberon immediately became energetic. This is what he came here for. Top priority.

No matter how cynical, Oberon still gave the Targaryen, who owned the dragon, enough respect. He put on the most status-displaying costume of the Prince of Dorne, and walked away with Ellaria Sand on his arm, who was also wearing a gorgeous dress. Entering Clay and Daenerys' palace.

Fortunately, Westeros is not too stuck on the marriage partner, otherwise, Ellaria, whose surname is Shad, would not be qualified to attend the audience with Oberon.

Entering the palace, Oberon's sensitive nose told him that a banquet must have been held here not long ago. He estimated that it was for the Iron Treasury fleet he saw.

He didn't have any dissatisfaction with this matter, because obviously, he represented the future, and the Iron Bank's money was urgently needed at the moment. It was not surprising to meet them first.

However, when Oberon's eyes fell on the two figures who were very close to each other on the throne, his breathing paused sharply.

He saw three small giant dragons entwining around the man and woman.

The woman with silver hair and purple eyes, no need to guess, must be Daenerys Targaryen, but the question is, who is the man stroking the slender neck of the green dragon.

"Welcome, guests from afar. I'm sorry that I couldn't entertain you in time. I guess you two don't mind the shabby food here."

"Take a seat, I still have two bottles of good wine here, as an apology for the poor hospitality to His Royal Highness."

Clay didn't have to apologize to Oberon Martell, he didn't need to.

Missandei, who was standing by, asked Oberon and Oberon to sit down, and then filled two glasses of fragrant wine for them.

Oberon sniffed and glanced at the wine glass. The unknown person was right. This was indeed a good bottle of wine.

However, compared to these, he wanted to know the identity of this person more, so he asked:

"As the host, could you introduce yourself to us guests?"

"Of course, Your Highness, you may have heard of my name."

Clay smiled, looked at Daenerys, and then said slowly:

"My name is Clay Mandler."

His slender eyebrows were curled together fiercely, and Oberon Martell racked his brains to think. He had really heard of this name, but where exactly it was, he really couldn't remember it for a while.

However, when he thought of Clay's surname, the memory of the briefing on the Northern Territory and the Lannister War immediately resurfaced in his mind.

Suddenly startled, he stood up and shouted in disbelief:

"Clay Mandler? Is that you?"

The unit worked overtime very late today, a little less, sorry.