Quanyou: I loaded the Demon Hunter system

Chapter 175

"Clay, are you really going to give this place to Oberon Martell? I still don't trust him, even though he has that kind of relationship with my family."

The moonlight was like water, and through the soft gauze curtain, on the big bed, the woman's naked body was clinging to the man's arms.

Daenerys enjoyed the confusion in the afterglow eyes, looked at the full moon hanging high outside the window, and slowly asked this sentence.

"Otherwise? Who can I hand it over to? You or me?"

Clay's smile is quite helpless, because this is a forced arrangement, his small dynasty is a completely grass-roots team, and now, he is about to return to Westeros, but he doesn't even have a single person who can guard the foundation .

He himself certainly couldn't stay here. Daenerys stayed here. Clay thought of a series of titles of slave liberator and shackle smasher in his mind, so forget it and take it with him.

Moreover, Daenerys, as the orthodox heir of the Targaryen dynasty, often cannot do things without her.

There is only one Barristan Selmy left, let's spare this old knight with a white beard, just his mind is full of etiquette and morality of the noble knights of Westeros, and let the people below Dregs, there is no dregs left.

So, after thinking about it, the Prince of Dorn, who traveled around in his youth and is now quite cunning, is the only choice. Clay will give him the command of the two thousand Unsullied who are nearly completed training, As the foundation of his rule in Astapor.

And if Clay takes Daenerys to Dorne and Oberon Martell disappears, this will definitely cause a crisis of trust between the two parties, so Oberon's mistress Ellaria Sand will follow Clay and Daenerys return to Dorne together.

At least this will prevent Prince Doran from doing anything. If you are worried, just send someone to Slaver Bay to verify it. Ravens cannot fly so far away.

"Tell me, how do you feel about going back to Westeros?"

Clay patted Daenerys, tomorrow is the day of departure, and he wanted to know Daenerys' thoughts on that land.

"Don't know about Cray, I don't know, for me, everyone tells me that place is my hometown, my kingdom, but, I never saw it even once, all my childhood memories , are the yards of Pentos with their red-painted gates."

Clay understands how Daenerys feels. It is not so much that Daenerys wants to conquer Westeros, but rather that the surname Targaryen asks her to do it. I want to do it and I have to do it. There is a big difference.

"Okay, then you should take a trip and see the world of Westeros. While the Dornish people in the south are still wearing short shirts to avoid the scorching sun, the people in the north have already put on thick cotton clothes. Work hard for the last grain harvest when winter comes."

"Stark, Tully, Lannister, Ayrin, Tyrell, Baratheon, Martell, go and see what their castles look like, these things, the bard's poems tell No more."

Daenerys didn't speak, but nodded quietly, and the room fell into silence, only the ambiguous sound of friction between limbs, floating in the luxurious bedroom.

After a long time, Daenerys asked softly:
"Clay, we only brought 4000 people there, isn't it too small? Our enemies have at least tens of thousands of people. No matter how powerful the Unsullied are, they can't make up for such a large gap in numbers, right?"

Regarding this question, Clay had already guessed that Daenerys would ask. He nodded, stroked Daenerys' long hair, and said in a low voice:
"We went to Dorne this time, we should be high-key and low-key."

"What do you mean?"

"No matter how closed Dorne is, it's not an impenetrable wall. With 4000 of us and four dragons passing by, we are able to hide the few big guys near King's Landing for three months, which is considered to be the blessing of the gods."

"Since we let them know sooner or later, it's better to just go there in such a big way. Anyway, it's only a month or two before and after. It doesn't matter if they find out."

"When we arrived in Dorne, we didn't engage in any communication to the Seven Kingdoms. If you don't kneel down, you will die. We stayed in Dorne and then spread the news that the Martell family put you, a Targaryen descendant, under house arrest."

"Huh? Why?"

"Why? The lords of Westeros are afraid of a giant dragon with wings soaring to the sky. If this dragon is put in chains, will people still be afraid of it?"

"Pressure, let the Martell family resist for us for the time being. These guys who are kings, seeing that you, Daenerys, are harmless to humans and animals, then they will continue to fight soon, first put their ass on the iron Let's talk on the throne."

"At this time, I will take you, Gelesos, and our White Harbor fleet to raid the Royal Fleet in the hands of Stannis. I will make the entire east coast of Westeros no longer Formed a large fleet, and cut off all commercial routes, and no single piece can go to sea."

Daenerys tried her best to keep up with Clay's train of thought, but she was still a little dazed here. She didn't understand the significance of Clay's killing of the Stannis fleet. The little queen didn't understand what sea power was. Of course, this Don't blame her.

"You will know when the time comes. I just want to tell you one thing. Half of all my arrangements are based on this ship. On land, we are in a weak position. On sea, we should be a real king."

Through the moonlight, Clay glanced at Daenerys' confused little eyes, smiled, and kissed her red lips:
"Sleep, we're leaving tomorrow."

……

The slave owners of Astapor left Clay not only their gold and treasures of unknown value, but these generous fellows also gave Clay a huge fleet for free.

These ships were originally used to hold slaves, but now it is just right to bring the Unsullied people on board. The four thousand Unsullied people were originally slaves, so there is no problem getting on such a ship.

Early in the morning, the Unsullied, who had received their orders earlier, completed the step of boarding the ship very efficiently under the leadership of their elected commander, Gray Worm.

These Unsullied were just light infantry in the hands of the slave masters. Clay had no intention of letting them wear almost no armor on the battlefield. If they encountered a rain of arrows, their thin armor would cause extremely high casualties. Not worth it.

So, Clay distributed a full body armor to each of them. Where did these things come from?At that time, Clay picked it up from the Freedmen who originally provided protection for slave owners.

There are not so many free militias, it doesn't matter, the whole of Astapor came out together, dare not hand it in, have you seen Gelesos flying in the sky?
The only two remaining slave owners, oh no, they should be the Targaryen family now, and the two deputy city lords of Astapor City are standing respectfully on the pier, talking cautiously with Clay.

"Your Majesty, how long will you be away?" the old Grazdan asked tentatively.

"I don't know, maybe, when you wake up one day, you will find Gelesos looking at you outside your window. Anyway, for me, it is not too far to fly over from Yulong."

Clay's face was full of smiles, and he slapped the old Grazdan on the shoulder vigorously, as if to cheer him up, saying that I will support myself, you do a good job.

"Where is there, Your Majesty, you are joking, we will definitely manage this place well and provide you with the army you want!"

"Don't work so hard on yourself, what should you do if you are tired? You are here, and all of you are under the control of the acting city lord, Oberon Martell from Dorne. Poison, if you like it, you can talk to him about your experience, maybe he will give you two in a good mood."

"Ah, that's it... No need, we won't disturb the city lord."

The two Grazdans looked at each other, and they didn't dare to speak any more. They were not fools. It was obvious that this His Majesty found a live King of Hades to manage this place. He originally thought that the Dragon King had left. Can do some things.

Now, the threats behind His Majesty's words have almost been pressed directly on their faces. If you dare to move again, you might as well think about how the previous slave owners died. This one killed people, but I haven't been soft at all.

This is the last time I stare at these two guys. If it weren't for the current instability in Astapor, I would have sent the two of you to meet your gods long ago.

Prince Oberon, who was standing aside, listened to Clay's words with great interest. Seeing that Clay turned to him, he opened his mouth and said:

"Mandalay, there's no need to tell me that. After all, it's very hard for me to look after your house."

Clay smiled and said calmly:

"His Royal Highness, manage this place well. Dawn is not a place with many soldiers. We need fresh soldiers."

Oberon agrees with this very much. He also understands how much he and his family are worth. It is easy to defend, but if they fight out, the family's strength will be stretched.

"Don't worry, let's go and meet my brother, he is not difficult to deal with, and the journey is smooth."

Looking at the back of Clay boarding the battleship, Oberon raised the corner of his mouth and added softly:
"His Majesty Clay..."

(End of this chapter)