Quanyou: I loaded the Demon Hunter system

Chapter 155 Isn't this too anxious?
Clay stayed in the city for most of the day. In the evening of that day, the news of dragons haunting the sea of ​​Astapor spread to every corner of Astapor through the fishermen returning to the port in a hurry.

Listening to the resident who lived across from him but had no sense of distance, he started chatting with him, vividly telling 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 rate of a piece of news from person to person is even more outrageous than Robert dragging Rhaegar out of the grave to dance tango. Obviously there are only three little guys from Gelesos and Daenerys. Listen, these are all What?
"My friend, let me tell you, a group of dragons has appeared on the sea of ​​Astapor. I heard that it is a huge group! There must be more than ten dragons. Don't you think the dragons have already perished? So many Where did the dragon come from?"

"..."

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

"..."

"Look at you, you're all stunned, it must be coming towards us Astapor, I heard that the leading dragon is silver, tell me, should we let the good lords sacrifice two Valerian dragons?" Subblood slaves, maybe the dragons can protect us in Astapor, hey, why don't you speak?"

"..."

Clay was so upset that he really didn't know how to vomit, good guy, except that the dragons are coming towards Astapor, there is nothing right about this.

Clay is also quite convinced. If anyone hires you as an eyeliner, you will have to be fooled.

But it's also good. The reaction of these Astapor civilians at least shows one point. They still know the power of the dragon, so it's easy to handle.

Calculating the time, Daenerys' warship will dock tomorrow night, and I still have some time to look here again.

No way, it’s not in Westeros now. Although Clay is a rich young master of White Harbor, he is also a thoroughly poor ghost on the border of Slave’s Bay. Otherwise, he would have used money to The offensive is open.

……

After spending a fairly peaceful night in the store, Clay rejected the boss’s recommendation, and he didn’t even want the “good stuff” delivered to his door. There was no way, the road was too wide, and Clay was afraid he would fall 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 make two preparations.

It would be cool to let Gelesos fly over with a mouthful of dragon flames and burn these benevolent lords to ashes, but it still makes sense. This is tantamount to completely subverting the ruling framework of Astapor.

Clay didn't care about the death of a few people, but this meant that the Unsullied production line would have to be shut down for a long time in Astapor's operation.

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

Therefore, in Clay's mind, the best result is to bleed the benevolent lords sitting at the top of the pyramid, and then foster a few obedient ones to continue producing the Unsullied.

As for myself, I allocated a part of White Harbor's financial resources to buy these Unsullied for military expansion and preparations. Of course, if I want to keep White Harbor's apparent non-participation in this matter, it is 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 Gelesos to borrow money there.

As for any problems with this, such as whether it can be repaid, how much the interest is, etc., Clay doesn't care, anyway, he has no intention of repaying...

When he is strong and strong, and after he has settled Westeros, he must make an expedition across the sea to Astapor, not for anything else, but to stop these black-hearted capitalists who destroy finance.

Look, in order to earn money, even without the face of a civilized person, how dare to slander the great His Majesty Clay Manderly for borrowing and not repaying, and how little Braavos has the right to demand money from the Iron Throne?

Galesos, drcarys!spray them!

This is what Clay intends to do under ideal conditions, but if these slave owners just don't cooperate, Clay or Daenerys accidentally turn these people into ashes, what should we do?
Clay is not interested in playing tricks with Daenerys to conquer Slaver's Bay. He came to Astapor to recruit the army. Now that the army production line is burned, he has to find a way.

Clay himself has no time to stay here as the king of Astapor on the surface, but in fact he is still a slave owner, and he can't keep Daenerys here.

The little queen had to go back to Westeros with him, and he wanted to use her name to go to the other side of the continent to find himself a very important ally.

At that time, even if a few slave owners were brought from Meereen to Astapor, Clay would not be able to stop Astapor.

……

After wandering around the entire city of Astapor for half a day, Clay visited many taverns. This is the distribution center for various news. kind of information.

The bad news is that in the entire Slave Bay, only Astapor has a complete Unsullied production chain, which is almost the most important commodity exported by Astapor.

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

This means that Clay can have the opportunity to divide and disintegrate them. If there are really one or two slave owners staying in that position, things will be difficult to handle. When the number reaches three, things will become more interesting.

Clay wandered around until dusk, and finally ended today's information collection with satisfaction. Next, he was going to the port to mix with the crowd and meet the great Queen Daenerys Targaryen.

He and Daenerys must have a unified core guiding ideology for their actions in Astapor, and they can’t do things differently. Clay must reach a consensus with Daenerys on these matters.

Astapor also got news that Daenerys was coming, but for some reason, they didn't show much enthusiasm, and even a good lord didn't show up.

Clay didn't think it was because these benevolent adults didn't come because it was getting late. In fact, as far as he knew, if there was money to be made, it would be okay to keep them up for five or six days, as long as they were still alive.

There was only a small group of Unsullied in black leather armor on the pier, plus a little bit of ordinary soldiers, led by a fat-headed guy who was supposed to be a small character, as a welcome.

Clay is slowly understanding the thinking of these slave owners. In their eyes, Daenerys is not the mother of dragons. In their eyes, she is a "beggar queen" from Westeros. ".

She is a guy with no oily water. This is probably the label that the good masters put on her, and such a person is not worthy of the good masters to come to the pier outside the city to greet her at night.

It's also very good, so that Clay can "connect" with Daenerys, but he didn't tell the little queen that he was here, and he will see her reaction later.

Daenerys' big ship slowly docked. It seems that the quality of Astapor's pier is not bad. It is actually a deep-water port. This is really a good place to accumulate a fleet. Clay stared at the docking position of the big ship, thinking so with.

In the golden sunset, Targaryen's black-bottomed red dragon flag fluttered in the sea breeze, which made this warship transformed from a merchant ship look more powerful.

However, there was a small episode at the very beginning of this welcoming ceremony, because the first people to disembark were a group of guys who were staggering and disheveled, as if they were drinking too much together.

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

No one else, just because the Dothraki who came down first were following Daenerys.

And any city-state on the continent of Essos has no good impression of this group of barbarian cavalry who come and go like the wind. Barbarism, brutality, bloodthirsty, and foul smell are probably synonymous with these people.

Now suddenly seeing such a group of guys landing on the ground, these slave traders panicked immediately, even these Dothrakis had superimposed the negative state of severe seasickness.

The surrounding crowd suddenly screamed, and screamed repeatedly. The crowd squirmed and fled towards the city gate, carrying Clay with a confused face, and entered the city in a daze.

Well, the joint plan has encountered a change, comrades can only be forced to transfer...

The small episode turned into a big trouble, Clay had no choice but to go back to his room first, wait until Daenerys and the others settled down in the city, and then find 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 happened in the direction of the pier, but saw the citizens fleeing back into the city screaming, yelling that the Dothraki were coming.

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

You really have it, how terrifying the Dothraki are, this stress syndrome is simply amazing, I have to say, it is really amazing.

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

But Clay doesn't care, even if you send people to surround the place where Daenerys lives, Clay will have a way to get in. Demon hunters are good at doing good things. Proficient in all fields.

As night fell, the disturbance caused by the Mother of Dragons' entry into the city only affected a small area to the west of the city, and most Astaporians still enjoyed a peaceful night.

In the middle of the night, Clay fumbled out of his residence. He didn't cover his face with anything, because he wasn't afraid that his face would be exposed to the guards here.

Just kidding, who knows who Clay Mandalay is in this place, this handsome face is the best protection, unless he is unlucky enough to meet someone with a novel orientation, he will be remembered.

Clay, who turned into Daredevil, walks through the streets and alleys of Astapor. His memory is very good. Wandering in Astapor city for a few days made him remember a lot of places.

From the mouth of an unlucky soldier who asked where Daenerys and her party were staying, Clay did not open his throat 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 came to the large courtyard where Daenerys and her party were stationed.

The two-person-high brick wall is not a problem for Clay at all. With a little help, he completed the basic operation of climbing over the wall. Well, it can’t be blamed on him. He has never experienced celestial spheres in the world of ice and fire. Confluence, how can there be so many monsters.

Demon hunters also want to save face, okay? Occasionally, it is understandable to use their own advantages to do other things, ahem... that's it.

The defense here is not as exaggerated as Clay imagined. Most of Daenerys's guards are placed on the outer layer, near the house she brought, that is, a few maids and Astan, that is, Barbara. Sir Listan is here.

The old jazz didn't take a break, he was drinking in the yard. It is estimated that this was a gift from the good lords to Daenerys. Anyway, when Clay was on the boat, he didn't find that Daenerys still had the wine.

"Ahem, Sir Barristan, it's not the work of a generous gentleman to enjoy fine wine here alone. Come on, pour me a glass too. I've been out for so long, I'm hungry for it."

Clay's voice suddenly rang in Barristan's ears, frightening the old knight's heart to beat wildly, and he almost died on the spot. His palm instinctively groped for the long staff that was put aside, but was caught by a young and powerful palm. blocked.

The tensed muscles slowly relaxed, and Ser Barristan Selmy realized who the owner of the voice was. Clay sat in front of him without being surprised, grabbed the wine glass that was on the plate, and placed it on the bar. In front of Listan.

He stared blankly at Clay, whose face was full of smiles, and Barristan decided not to bother thinking about how Clay got in.

There was so much magic and irrationality about this Clay Manderly that it wouldn't surprise Barristan to do anything he did.

With a wry smile, he poured a glass for Clay, and Clay immediately grabbed it and was gulped down.

It's a pity that Astapor's wine glass is too small, he didn't "tont" at all, he just tasted it.

Waiting patiently for Clay to finish his drink, Barristan kept trying to figure out why Clay came late at night.

The guy who controls the dragon is too mysterious, every move deserves his careful consideration.

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

Barristan watched with interest Clay's wine disappearing technique just performed, but the old knight, as Daenerys' 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 that was still lit with candles, and whispered:

"I'm here to find her."

"Now?"

"Yes, now."

"..."

Looking at Clay's expression that should be expected, the old man's expression is quite complicated. He organized his words for a long time with a distorted face, and then said rather hesitantly and hesitantly:

"Clay, is it not good for you to be so direct? Even though His Majesty has some affection for you, it's still too anxious..."

(End of this chapter)