Chapter 176 Sweet Sleep Flower

Chapter 174 Sweet Sleeping Flower

One night, when Bono was woken up by human voices, his mind went blank for a moment, making him unsure whether it was from a dream or the real world.

Then he remembered that he was in a cage again. He was captured by the slave rebels of Astapor, and it was another day in captivity.

Through the angle of the moon outside the window, Bono judged that it was late at night. Although he was fully awake, he still kept his hands folded on his chest and lay motionless on the cold floor.

He acted very calmly and calmly, without showing any signs of panic or making any moves to escape. He did not want to alarm the guards, so that he could overhear some information before he passed out next time.

For example, at this time, he could hear the sounds of many people working busy outside: shovels digging, bellows blowing, hammers hitting, which was the sound of forging weapons.

A burst of fire suddenly illuminated part of the scenery outside the window in the darkness. He turned his head slightly, squinted his eyes, and looked out of the corner of his eye. Pastor George was talking to the watchmen.

When Bono listened intently, he realized that the topic they were discussing was related to him.

"Are the Dothraki awake?" the leader of the slave rebellion asked: "At this time, I don't want him to escape our control."

"He's not awake yet. If you need, we can wake him up."

"He is only one person, and he doesn't look like he has strong combat power. Please believe that we can definitely keep an eye on him."

The guards held their heads high proudly, removed the tired look on their faces, and answered energetically.

"I don't need your guarantee here. You just need to give him the Sweet Sleeping Flower on time." George raised his hand to stop the guards from expressing their opinions, and warned with a serious face:

"Remember, you have to follow the dosage and time I gave you, which I formulated based on his height and weight."

"As for a person's combat power, you can't judge it purely by appearance. If it weren't for the fact that he took the potion, I would send more people to assist you."

"His name is Bono. He was once the most powerful bandit under Horse King Drogo. He has experienced far more battles and hardships than you. He is a very dangerous person."

George's words made Bono shiver. Fear and coldness hit him like the darkness around him, lingering and hugging him tightly.

He didn't know why his constitution could resist the dose of medicine and wake up early. It seemed to be related to the mysterious power of the great Kaa.

But sweet sleep flower is not a simple herbal medicine. It is a poison that can cause painless death. A small dose can slow down the heart beat, inhibit epileptic seizures, and calm people. A pinch can ensure a dreamless night's sleep. A larger dose will result in endless sleep.

Best of all, according to the Maester, the toxins in sweet sleep flowers accumulate over time, meaning that ingesting even small amounts can lead to dangerous consequences over time.

He didn't dare to bet on whether George had this knowledge, and he had to find a way to escape as soon as possible.

At this moment, a burst of heavy and messy footsteps came. Bono closed his eyes tightly, not daring to peek at who the person was, and just concentrated on listening to the conversation.

"All the work here will be completed before dawn today." The voice of the visitor revealed deep indifference: "This is the last batch of weapons we need to build."

Then, the voice paused for a moment, and then asked with some hesitation:

"Sir George, can we really retake Astapor? Do you think the rebels in the city will respond to our call?"

"Yes, they will rise up against the Butcher's rule. They have fought alone in the city many times." George immediately answered, his voice very firm:

"If it weren't for the Unsullied, they wouldn't need our support at all. Even now, they are still fighting hard and have not given up!"

"Haines, we have fallen behind in the progress of revenge. To deal with the tyranny of Cleon the Butcher, courage may be your most powerful weapon, and with the guidance and hope I bring, put aside the hesitation in your hearts. , sharpen your swords and guns!”

Listening to these lies, Bono clenched his fists. He wanted to stand up and tell the man named Haynes.

The real situation in Astapor is that Cleon has obtained the power of the Council and is training new Unsullied ones. Every pyramid in the city is his military camp, and the civilians, facing famine due to the siege of Yunkai, are basically Unable to take any action.

Bono tried to control himself and regain his composure. This was not a sign of cowardice or resignation. The seeds of escaping control were planted in his heart and he had to wait for the critical moment to germinate and make a last-ditch effort.

"Then why do we imprison the Dothraki envoy?" The messy and heavy footsteps just now did not seem to come from one person. Another somewhat frivolous and cunning voice raised questions:

"We can treat him as a guest and treat him well. If the Dothraki army arrives and we win the help of the envoy, we can legitimately seize the throne of Cleon the Butcher."

"Dothraki?" George's voice was extremely majestic, but his tone was very cold:

"Mr. Salado, be careful what you say and do! This is not a sailor's time for lighthearted banter."

"Listen, Captain, I don't have time to describe the history of Dothraki to you. If you have heard some of it when you were bragging about birds on the sea, you don't need to worry about it."

Salado did not feel awe for George's majesty, nor did he ask any unnecessary questions. What he said next was directly to the crux of the problem:

"Then why do you want to use the powerful deterrence of Dothraki? And you also took the initiative to imprison important figures of the other side, which is undoubtedly dragging us into the abyss."

Before Bono could think of an answer from the previous conversations, George's cold and sharp voice came into his ears, as low as if it came from the ground:

"Do as I say. At this time, I don't want any foreigners to set foot on our land. Is this clear enough?"

This series of intermittent tones, every word directly expressed the attitude of the priest: severe, cold, ruthless, crazy, and chilling to the bone.

The night and people's hearts were all rippling like water waves in these words.

Everything was silent, and Bono could only hear his own heartbeat. After what seemed like hours of silence, that somewhat frivolous voice finally broke through the layers of pressure and responded to George:

"Okay, as you wish, wish us good luck!"

"I hope you can give wise guidance to Astapor and our supporters at this critical moment!"