Chapter 162 Reward

Sitting in the courtyard prepared by the good Lords for Daenerys, Clay waited patiently all night.

Why wouldn't Clay be happy if someone weakened the power of slave owners on his behalf?

On this night, although the two benefactors had generously offered their heads in the turmoil the night before, it was obvious that the small group headed by Krazny Mo Nacroz could not fully control it at all. situation.

Staying in the courtyard, Clay drank cup after cup of Astapor's local craft beer while listening to the goings on on the street.

The sounds of hurried footsteps, fighting shouts, the sound of human bodies falling to the ground and being dragged, and the dying begging and wailing constitute the notes of Astapor's unique requiem this night.

In the distance, high in the center of the city, the burning Great Pyramid building added a lot of interesting programs to this chaotic night.

If Clay remembered correctly when he was wandering around Astapor, it should be the palace where Krazny Mo Nacroz himself lived.

It seems that the interest groups behind the two slave owners who were beheaded in a surprise attack are also quite large. This is their counterattack, but they don't know how much blood will be shed this night.

Leaning on the soft mattress, Daenerys looked at the sky red by the fire with some worry. Only now did she realize how vicious Clay's words were before he left.

There may have been conflicts among these good masters of Astapor for a long time, but because the five families were evenly matched before, they have always maintained a fragile balance.

Now, the arrival of the dragon has broken the balance that could be broken at the snap of a finger. With Clay's verbal endorsement, people like Krazny Mo Nacroz began to vent their ambitions.

However, behind every philanthropist, there is a huge interest group in Astapor. They usually hate each other so much that they hate each other. How could the philanthropist give up easily now that a spokesperson dies.

Therefore, a counterattack is bound to happen. Clay has long expected this. The reason why these slave traders are given another day is to give them enough time to fight each other.

This was a conspiracy. When Clay told only Krazny Mo Nacroz the news that only three people could survive, it was no longer something that anyone could change.

This fat slave trader had no choice but to act according to Clay's wishes.

After watching the excitement in the middle of the night, Clay put down his wine glass and walked to Daenerys' room. Clay's job as a dragon knight was a busy one during the day and he had to work hard at night.

Because I was too busy, I didn't talk all night.

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It was another morning, when Clay saw the huge pyramid through the window, the flame at the top had been extinguished, but the once golden tower body was full of burnt black marks.

If Clay saw it right, the towering harpy statue on the top of the tower must have collapsed. What on earth did these people do? They were really desperate enough to knock down such a heavy stone statue.

There was a "pop" sound, and the slight pain woke up Daenerys. She turned over and glanced at Clay. She wanted to continue sleeping for a while, but she heard him say:

"Don't sleep, it's time to get up. We are going to see how this guy Krazny Mo Nacroz is doing to clean up this city for us."

Daenerys woke up, covered the place where she was beaten, hesitated for a moment, and asked:

"Clay, what if he failed to do what you asked?"

Clay glanced at Daenerys, stretched out his hand to remove Daenerys' covering hand, and then touched it again.

"Snapped"

"..."

Clay got off the bed and replied calmly:

"Then I don't mind letting the fire in this city burn even more explosively."

By the time the two of them were fully dressed and not ready to go out, Krazny Mo Nacroz had already brought the other two surviving benefactors to the door of Clay's courtyard respectfully.

"Invite our guests in. After all, they kept their promise, didn't they?"

Clay smiled and motioned to Ser Barristan, who was in charge of guarding, to open the door and let these people in.

The slave trader's luxurious toka robe was rarely stained with sticky blood, which looked particularly eye-catching on the pure white background.

Clay estimated that this guy did it himself somewhere, and it was unlikely to be caused by ordinary military fighting.

If the free militia under other good lords could kill this guy, the fat man standing in front of him now wouldn't be this fat man with a humble and respectful smile.

"Your Majesty... Krazny has given you two rebel revelations in accordance with your request. I am willing to obey your Majesty's orders."

Krazny Mo Nacroz's tone was very humble. Although he was not here and did not see the blue-gold dragon that frightened him to the core, he had no doubt that the dragon king in front of him would call out at the next moment. His giant dragon rushed down from the sky.

He had seen this happen two days ago, and it turned a business that he thought would make a lot of money into a nightmare that he can't get rid of now.

Clay had long been used to seeing blood. He went south to kill more than 10,000 people in Lannister. He had seen countless corpses, and he had no feeling for heads.

He opened the lid of the box containing the human head without changing his expression, and after one glance at Clay, he knew that Krazny Mo Nacroz had not fooled him.

These are indeed the heads of the two good lords.

"Krazny, I see that your palace seems to have been burned down. Astapor, how much place can you control now?"

"Sir, there are some dissatisfied subordinates of these two guys who insist on opposing your Majesty without opening their eyes. The villain has slit their throats last night. Now Astapor belongs to you, noble one. His Majesty."

"Very good, that means you and the two people behind you are the three people who survived in the end, right?"

"Uh...yes, Your Majesty."

Looking at the slave trader who was so arrogant two days ago, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Clay's face. He said:

"Very good, then, among the three of you, choose the one who contributes the most this time, and I will give him a reward."

The three slave owners, who had already reacted to the matter of selecting people, looked at each other and instinctively felt that this might not be a good thing.

But now, they are not sure. If His Majesty the Dragon King wants to select an agent for his rule in Astapor among the three people, the benefits involved are completely unimaginable.

These people can stay in the position of good masters, of course they are all human beings. In the face of huge interests, everyone has greedy thoughts in their hearts, but the threat of death is so close in front of them, they all hesitate for a moment. indefinite.

Clay waited patiently for their thoughts, and he was in no rush.

"Sir, Krazny feels that this villain has devoted the most blood in fighting for you."

Krazny Mo Nacroz, the most daring slave trader, once again said what everyone else wanted to say but dared not say.

The fat body and the exaggerated chanting tone made Clay's stomach shrink.

"You have no objection, right?"

Clay looked at the other two people with a smile, and Krazny Mo Nakroz glanced at the two guys tied with him without any trace.

Seeing these two people shaking their heads, Clay withdrew his gaze and fell back on Krazny Mo Nacroz's picture. It was full of fear, excitement, and a little bit deeply hidden, but still The murderous face captured by Clay.

"Come forward, Krazny mo Nacroz."

Clay also used an exaggerated tone, and this scene was seen by Daenerys not far away and Barristan Selmy who stood next to him with a puzzled look on his face. The latter asked in confusion Daenerys:

"Your Majesty Clay, this slave trader is not trustworthy."

Daenerys' beautiful lavender eyes slightly curved, and she just heard her whisper:

"It's time for blood."

The words fell, the sword flashed, and a human head rose into the sky.

Hot blood splashed in the air. This is the best reward for those who dare to think wrongly!