Quanyou: I loaded the Demon Hunter system

Chapter 157 The hand on the waist
It's a pity that Clay was the dragon rider of Galesos during the day, but at night, he tried to ride another dragon without success.

Biting her red lips, the little queen hesitated for a long time, but finally refused to let Clay into her room.

But Clay doesn't care, anyway, it will be his sooner or later, so he can't run away.

The good news is that Daenerys was finally persuaded by him and gave up the idea of ​​roasting people tomorrow if she disagreed with her. However, the little queen insisted on not bowing to these slave traders.

It doesn't matter, Clay doesn't value these superficial things, since Daenerys insists, let her do it, anyway, he has prepared two sets of plans.

If you can talk, then Clay might as well play the role of Party A's father who counts pennies and pennies. If you can't talk, well, Clay also prepared a surprise for these guys.

One night later, Clay changed into a tokar robe popular in Astapor, which is a status symbol in this city.

The news that the Mother of Dragons is interested in the Unsullied has long been sent to the good lords of Astapor. They didn't welcome Daenerys before because they thought she was a poor ghost with little money.

But now, it is estimated that they have reassessed the value of Daenerys, so, early in the morning, after Clay had just finished breakfast and chatted with Daenerys about Westeros, Sir Barristan left in a hurry came in.

"Your Majesty, Clay..." Barristan sized up the two of them. After pondering for a long time, he didn't know what to call Clay. It didn't matter if he called him that in private, but this person showed that his identity was unusual.

He was driven away early yesterday, but he only knew that Daenerys and Clay had been alone for a long time. As for what the two of them did, the old knight had no idea at all and relied on his imagination.

Therefore, he was not sure what to call Clay.

As if understanding Barristan's predicament, Daenerys glanced at Clay, who was not paying attention, and asked directly with a frown:

"Let's just say it, Astan, did the good masters change their minds?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, they invited you to the Pride Square. Someone told me that they have prepared the most valuable merchandise for you. I hope you like it."

"That's not what the original words said, are these slave traders so polite?"

Clay, who was playing with a small wood carving of a harpy, turned his head when he heard Barristan's answer, and asked a strange question.

"Um... yes, I won't say the original words, Arstan believes that these people will pay the price for their arrogance."

"Ah."

Clay smiled, stood up from the chair, and patted the purple lace pattern, which meant that there was no dust on the valuable robe.

"Let's go, Daenerys, the master has issued an invitation, so we guests must attend the appointment."

Daenerys nodded, this is the purpose of her coming here, but when she looked at Clay, she suddenly thought of something, and the steps she just took slowed down.

"what happened?"

"You just follow?"

"if not?"

"Then you... in such a suit, it's not easy to pretend to be my attendant, I'll find you a pair of armor..."

Seeing Daenerys' hesitant little expression, Clay smiled directly, and he stretched out a hand towards Daenerys:

"What are you thinking? You are not my queen."

Daenerys was a little dissatisfied and confused. She didn't know what Clay meant by reaching out to her, so she walked over slowly, and then...

That annoying hand wrapped around her waist!
Glancing at those lavender eyes full of complex expressions, Clay lowered his head and whispered in her ear:
"I think it's okay to temporarily act as Her Majesty's husband and wrong myself a bit."

……

The sedan chair swayed, finally carrying Daenerys, who was grinding her teeth, peeking at her waist from time to time, and Clay, who felt the softness of his palms, arrived at the end of the trip, Pride Square.

When Clay came last time, he only saw the slave auction in a corner of the square. The square was huge, and the center was where they were going.

Under a huge harpy statue, there is a fountain made of red bricks. Clay doesn't like the smell of the water. There is a faint sulfur smell, just like this city, which makes people restless.

The dark Unsullied stood in a neat square formation. Under the scorching sun, each of them was like a javelin, without even a slight sway.

Clay, who had commanded an army before, knew at a glance that there were absolutely no 8000 people in front of him. It wasn't that this place couldn't hold so many people.

The Pride Square is very large, and it is no problem to accommodate so many people. That is to say, the slave owners also have reservations about themselves. They don't think that they have the financial power to buy these Unsullied people.

At the rear of the Unsullied army formation, stood a row of well-equipped but mentally unhealthy free folks. They were not many in number, compared to the Unsullied.

But they are not commodities, they are all locals from Astapor, and of course, there are also mercenaries from other places.

And behind them, there are five chairs with umbrella-like shades on them. On the chairs, five people of different shapes are chatting with each other, but their eyes are all on Clay and the victim. He looked at Daenerys on his arm.

"Tell the Westerosi woman that she needs to explain who the man is, and that the Great Good Lord needs to know."

An extremely heavily accented Valyrian language was captured by Clay's keen hearing, and he probably could understand it. The trading city-states on the east coast of the Strait Sea all spoke languages ​​with local accents.

In fact, they are all products of Valyrian language mixed with the local dialect after the Valyrian Freehold conquered them.

Clay even feels that Daenerys' Valyrian language is not necessarily pure. It has been iterated for 300 years in the environment of Westeros, and no matter how word of mouth passes it on, it will be out of shape.

Daenerys didn't hear the slave master's words, she endured the strange touch on her waist, her eyes lingered on the tall Harpy statue.

Clay had raised the issue with him yesterday, about religion in the land.

Don't underestimate these magic sticks. To some extent, under certain conditions, these magic sticks and their fanatics can become the plus version of the Unsullied, although most of them are greedy for life and afraid of death.

If these religions are not dealt with, it is impossible to gain a firm foothold in Slaver's Bay, and Clay can't summon that mysterious force, so he can engage in materialism and atheism here, right?

When the two walked into the pergola prepared with them, because they didn't know that it was two people, they only prepared a chair for them.

Clay glanced at Daenerys, who was also looking at him.

Do you still have to hesitate at this time?Clay sat down, then patted his thigh...

Barristan, who was following behind, looked at Daenerys' flushed face, and turned around wisely, facing the slave owners who stretched their necks to watch.

The old knight used his body to block in front of the two, causing the slave owners to curse.

Daenerys glared at Clay with purple eyes, she didn't expect this, and now that Clay had already sat in, her wisdom told herself that what she needed most now was calmness.

Even though she felt extremely embarrassed, she knew that she couldn't turn against Clay in front of these people.

But letting her stand aside, wouldn't that confirm that Clay's status was higher than her own, which made her proud and unacceptable.

Then... Daenerys glanced at Clay's thigh indiscriminately, and then gave herself a hard pump in her heart. If she sat on it, the image of the queen would be completely ruined.

"stand up……"

The little queen gritted her teeth and said bitterly.

"Why, isn't this chair just for people to sit on?"

Clay looked at Daenerys with those innocent little eyes that made Daenerys want to hit him.

After admiring Daenerys' helpless little expression enough, the satisfied Clay stood up, stopped teasing her, and said in a low voice:

"Okay, let's get down to business first, those stinky slave traders are here."

Daenerys turned her head when she heard the words, and sure enough, five of the biggest slave traders in Astapor came here with strides. Obviously, they couldn't see a good show, and their instinct to make money immediately took control of their reason.

Clay smiled, and found Daenerys' waist with the palm of his hand very skillfully, and then, a piercing pain was transmitted from the back of his hand to his brain.

Someone was pinching him, and the murderer was looking at him with the same innocent eyes.

Fine……

Clay's cheeks twitched slightly, without squinting his eyes, as if nothing happened, he led Daenerys towards the slave traders.

"The Good Lord wants to know your identity."

Standing aside, with bronzed skin, a girl in her teens spoke standard lingua franca as she watched Clay ask a question.

Clay glanced at the little translator, um... this is probably Missandei, Daenerys' later maid.

He didn't embarrass Missandei, and directly answered her question:

"You can think of me as her husband, but it doesn't matter, what matters is that we are the ones who pay."

Missandei looked at Clay curiously, but she had never heard that the Dragon Queen had a husband, and seeing the performance of the Dragon Queen, it seemed that she did not intend to deny it.

Glancing at the hand resting on Daenerys' waist, Missandei withdrew her gaze and honestly translated Clay's words into Astapor-style Valyrian.

The benevolent masters who got the answer immediately glanced at Kerry. Clay understood that kind of look, tsk, male instinctive jealousy, Clay knew what it meant.

"Tell the woman of Westeros, and her savage husband, to look no further. I'm selling meat. Apart from these goods, they won't take a single brick."

The good man who spoke was quite tall, the tallest of the five, but Clay's tone was rather annoying.

Clay didn't look at these guys, he kept looking at the Unsullied. It can be said that these guys are like poured out of molds one by one. Wearing a mask, you can't tell the difference between them .

"Tell me how they are trained and I want to know if they are worth a fair price from me."

Clay said to Missandei, of course he could understand the words of these slave traders, but he was happy to act with Daenerys.

After the little translator finished his work, these people all showed satisfied smiles, as long as they can talk about business, they like this kind of thing the most.

"As you wish," the other guy replied, looking into Clay's eyes like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.

Coincidentally, Clay saw him that way, too.

(End of this chapter)