Chapter 158 The Good Lord Is Not Kind

Is The Immaculate Expensive? Of course it's expensive. Buying so many Unsullied would cost Clay about ten thousand gold dragons, if converted into Westeros currency.

What is this concept? Probably Bai Gang, who has made a lot of money now by making war fortune, just spit out all the taxes for two years, which is probably this amount.

In the past, Clay gritted his teeth and settled the matter. He could still get it out, and the Mandalay family's wealth accumulated over thousands of years was still very strong.

But that was before. Before Clay left, he spent a large part of the money on expanding the army, building ships, building equipment, and training war horses. They were all big spenders of money.

Now, it is estimated that the money cannot be raised even if Newcastle is sold.

However, Clay feels that this is a very good deal, because he knows very well how these trained Unsullied people behave on the battlefield.

Equip them with good equipment, and they will become a group of peak infantry with high morale. In frontal battlefield confrontation, they can give a great gift to the Westeros army that has never seen them before.

With them at hand, Clay can experience the joy of micromanaging without having to worry about a lot of trouble.

In fact, as the commander-in-chief of an army, Clay leads the Northern Army, which has fewer things to do. Even so, matters large and small will still keep him busy.

The Unsullied will minimize such troublesome matters, allowing him to spend a lot of time fishing, no, thinking about the battle situation and making plans.

Daenerys doesn't understand this. She only values ​​the number of these Unsullied and their names, but it's not his fault. She has never led an army, and she has no access to these situations.

Clay's question was quickly answered, but his attitude was not very pleasant.

"Westeros is really a rural place, don't you know this kind of thing? How stupid!"

Krazny Mo Nakroz, a fat Lord of Astapor, complained to Missandei, who was at a loss.

Although it is early in the morning, the temperature in Slaver's Bay is very high. The heat has passed through the soles of the shoes, baking the soles of everyone present. The fat slave trader now looks like a fat fish fished out of the water. pig.

"Everyone in this world, as long as they have breasts or something to cross, knows that the Unsullied are good at using spears, shields and short swords!"

The slave trader took a step back and stood in the shadow formed by the umbrella held by the maid behind him, but he was still very hot, full of swear words with local Astapor characteristics, and came out of his mouth full of yellow teeth for free. pop up.

The slave trader impatiently gave the maid a hard slap on her plump buttocks, asking her to fan faster.

The beaten maid gritted her teeth tightly. The ninja felt the sharp pain behind her and tried her best to speed up the movements of her hands.

Here, slaves are just goods. If she had just called out, or if her hand speed had been slower, she might not have seen the sun tomorrow morning.

The young translator Missandei turned a blind eye to her master's atrocities because she was also a slave. Although she was angry, she was more afraid of death.

"Tell these two ignorant barbarians of Westeros about our goods and let them spend all their money to buy them, preferably even the clothes they wear."

Krazny Mo Nakroz wiped the sweat from his forehead, and scanned Daenerys's exquisite body with a look that all men knew.

Clay knew very well what he was thinking, because Clay himself had thought the same thing, but he could think it himself, but not others!

Clay memorized this guy's appearance carefully. It seemed that the Pride Plaza was not hot enough today. We need to light a small fire to cheer everyone up?

Missandei used the common language that she had processed and could still be heard, and taught Clay and Daenerys about the training process of the Unsullied. Of course, it was mainly for Daenerys.

Clay knew very well how such abnormal warriors were trained. In terms of values ​​alone, Clay would certainly not support this approach, but the butt determined the head.

Now, he is Clay Manderly, a well-established nobleman, especially now that the queen is by his side and the dragon is in hand. He has officially joined the poker table, but the other players don't know it yet. .

At this time, his primary interest is to ensure that he defeats other opponents and wins the final victory of the game. As for the process, that is a secondary issue.

Only having a moral bottom line that can be adjusted at will is the only correct approach. Others can only be evaluated as idiots.

"These are simply a bunch of lunatics!" Barristan listened hard to every word the little translator said, but the production process of the Unsullied was really hard for him to accept, and the old knight could only curse in a low voice.

Following Daenerys, the Dothraki, especially her bloodriders, who had long been intimidated by Clay's dragon, were indifferent to this and said nothing.

The living environment is different, and the values ​​​​are naturally different. The Dothraki have massacred cities in history. Killing innocent people will not make them think that they should be condemned.

"We don't think this is madness, because this madness is controllable, so it's called obedience."

The slave trader grinned. In his opinion, the little queen and the handsome prince husband he had never met had shown sufficient interest in this business. The old man might have jumped out to lower the price.

"Sheep are the most obedient, and a well-trained sheepdog can keep an eye on them."

Barristan said something in a mocking tone, but was immediately countered by the slave owner:

"As long as the sheep obey orders, they can trample the shepherd to death."

The little translator repeated the malice from the slave owner, but filtered out the annoying tone. However, this made Ser Barristan very angry.

"Okay, now let's talk about the price. I hope you can provide a reasonable quotation again."

Clay turned his head and glanced at Barristan Selmy, shook his head slightly to tell him to shut up, then, with a smile on his face, he said to Krazny Mo Nacroz.

After hearing what the little translator said, the fat slave trader's face trembled, but he wasn't angry at all. Unless he was someone who didn't understand anything, it would be strange not to bargain.

"Tell the barbarians in Westeros that the current price is already very reasonable. At most, I can provide them with armor and short swords. Well... I will also give these Unsullied people shields, and that's it."

"No, I have also traveled to Astapor. This is not the price you sell to the governors of the trading city-state."

Clay shook his head and rejected Krazny Mo Nakroz's proposal. His homework in the past two days was not in vain. He knew very well how big a hole this greedy guy had dug for himself.

Although it was just information obtained through some small tricks, this did not prevent Clay from pretending to be a "don't act for me" expression.

Krazny Mo Nacroz patiently listened to Missandei's translation. When he arrived at the negotiation table, he completely forgot about his own heat. He did not comment on Clay's words and instead said:

"The noble governors are not the same thing as you, the beggar king who doesn't even have an army. Let him understand this and translate the original words accordingly."

The last sentence was to Missandei. Apparently, he understood that he had met someone who knew the market, and it was pointless to argue that the price Clay knew was wrong, but it would increase the risk of the deal falling apart.

After Missandei finished speaking, Clay didn't object. These people didn't know who they were. To a certain extent, what he said was right. Although he had an army, they were all in Westeros. Here, Slaver's Bay in Essos really doesn't have a single soldier.

It’s okay, I have other things, but I’m afraid that all the Unsullied will come out and they won’t be able to afford to replace them...

Clay whispered something in his heart. Seeing that he didn't speak, Krazny Mo Nacroz thought he had nothing to say. He grinned an ugly smile and shouted at Missandei:

"Now, tell him, the great Krazny mo Nakroz wonders what the barbarians of Westeros can do to pay the price of these Unsullied?"

"Master, they don't seem to have said how many Unsullied ones they want to buy."

"Idiot, they will definitely buy it!"

The irritable governor seemed very angry at Missandei's rhetorical question. The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and he could not control his temper.

The little translator was kicked, but he must have been used to it. He staggered and quickly regained his balance. There was no fear or panic on his face, he was just used to it.

Resistance would only bring more pain, as Missandei knew only too well.

Enduring the pain, he finished translating the slave master's words to Clay, and then breathed in the air-conditioning quietly.

"Tell your master and ask him what he wants. With such a good price, I can't possibly carry gold around."

Clay said to Missandei, pretending to be interested.

Daenerys, who had been silent and listened carefully to the conversation between Clay and the slave owners, was also thinking about the current situation.

Clay wouldn't let her directly raise the table with the slave owners. She thought about it for a long time last night and didn't quite understand why Clay would do this.

In the eyes of the little queen, Clay controlled Galesos. As long as she used her name as a Targaryen descendant and had such a powerful Galesos by her side, it would not be difficult to conquer Westeros.

Although many dragons have died in wars in the history of Westeros, in Daenerys' heart, dragon flame is the most powerful weapon, especially after she saw the figure of Galesos, she became even more convinced. own judgment.

She must have an army, but it is only an auxiliary. To truly conquer the Seven Kingdoms, she has to rely on the roar of the dragon.

But now, he discovered that Clay never seemed to place the dragon in an important position. Daenerys had a feeling:

This guy seems to have been planning to live without the dragon.

It's not her fault. She didn't know that there would be a lot of monsters and monsters behind Westeros, making amazing anti-aircraft weapons. The Night King, Qyburn, etc. are all representatives of technology and ruthless work.

After listening to Missandei’s translation of the question, Krazny Mo Nacroz’s face showed no trace of greed, and he shouted:

"Listen, barbarian of Westeros, I heard your woman has three dragons on her hands, right?"

Sure enough, things have come to this point, and yes, this is the only bargaining chip that Daenerys and herself can exchange.

Clay smiled, as you expected.

"Tell your master that I will give him a dragon, a giant dragon. How about it? Are you satisfied?"

With a meaningful smile, Clay raised his right hand.

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