Chapter 175 The Prince Stayed Behind, the Dragon Flag Was Sailing

"Clay, do you really plan to hand over this place to Oberon Martell? I still don't trust him, even though he has that relationship with my family."

The moonlight is like water, shining through the soft gauze curtain. On the big bed, the woman's delicate body without any hair is clinging to the man's arms.

Daenerys' eyes were full of confusion as she enjoyed the afterglow, looking at the full moon hanging high outside the window, she asked this sentence slowly.

"Otherwise? Who can I leave this place to? You or me?"

Clay's smile was quite helpless, because this was a forced arrangement. His small dynasty was a complete and utter mess. Now, he was about to return to Westeros, but he didn't even have anyone to guard the foundation. .

He himself definitely couldn't stay here. Daenerys stayed here. Clay thought of a series of titles such as slave liberator and shackle breaker. It was better to forget it and take it with him.

Moreover, as Daenerys is the legitimate heir to the Targaryen dynasty, things would really not be possible without her around.

There is only one Barristan Selmy left. Let's spare this old knight with a gray beard. He is so full of etiquette and morals of Westeros noble knights that he let the people below him fall in love within two days. The scum, there is no scum left to eat.

Therefore, after much thought, this Prince of Dorne, who traveled around the world in his youth and is now quite skillful, is the only choice. Clay will give him the command of the two thousand Unsullied who are nearly completed in 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 both parties, so Oberon's mistress Ellaria Sand will follow Clay and Daenerys return to Dorne together.

This will at least prevent Prince Doran from taking action. If you are worried, just send someone to Slaver's Bay to verify. The raven cannot fly over such a distance.

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

Clay patted Daenerys. Tomorrow is the day of departure. He wanted to know what Daenerys thought about that land.

"I don't know about Clay. I don't know. For me, everyone tells me that that place is my hometown and my kingdom. However, I have never seen it even once. All my childhood memories , are all the courtyard with the red painted gate in Pentos."

Clay understands how Daenerys feels. It’s not so much that Daenerys wants to conquer Westeros, but that the name Targaryen requires her to do it. What I want to do and what I have to do are what I want to do. There is a big difference.

"Okay, then just think of it as a trip to 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 to protect themselves. We are working hard for the last grain harvest when winter comes."

"Stark, Tully, Lannister, Arryn, Tyrell, Baratheon, Martell, go and see what their castles look like. These things can be told in the bard's poems. Nothing."

Daenerys didn't speak, just nodded quietly, and the room fell into silence. Only the ambiguous friction sound between limbs floated in the luxurious bedroom.

After a long time, Daenerys asked softly:

"Clay, we only brought four thousand people there. Isn't that too few? 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 numerical gap, right?"

Regarding this question, Clay had already guessed that Daenerys would ask. He nodded, touched Daenerys' long hair, and whispered:

"When we go to Dorne this time, we must be high-profile but also low-key."

"What's the meaning?"

"No matter how closed Dorne is, it is not an airtight wall. Four thousand of us plus four dragons can hide it from the big guys near King's Landing for three months. It is considered a blessing from the gods."

"Since we let them know sooner or later, we might as well just go there in a big way. Anyway, it will only be a month or two. It doesn't matter if they find out."

"When we arrive in Dorne, we won't do anything to summon the Seven Kingdoms or die if you don't kneel down. We will stay in Dorne and then spread the news that the Martell family has put you, a descendant of Targaryen, under house arrest."

"Ah? Why?"

"Why? The adults in Westeros are afraid of a giant dragon that flutters into the sky. But if this dragon is chained, will people still be afraid of it?"

"Pressure, let the Martell family resist for us for the time being. These kings, once they see that you, Daenerys, are harmless, they will soon continue to fight. They will put their butts in the iron first." Let’s talk about it on the throne.”

"At this time, I will take you, Galesos, and our White Harbor fleet to attack the royal fleet in Stannis's hands. I will make sure that there will no longer be a single person on the entire east coast of Westeros. Build a large fleet, and cut off all trade routes, and no ships are allowed to go to sea."

Daenerys tried hard to follow Clay's thoughts, but up to this point, she was still a little confused. She didn't understand the significance of Clay killing Stannis's fleet. The little queen didn't understand what sea power was at all. Of course, this Don't blame her.

"You will know when the time comes. Let me just tell you, half of all my arrangements are based on this ship. We are at a disadvantage on land, but at sea, we can be a real king."

Through the moonlight, Clay glanced at Daenerys' confused little eyes, smiled, and kissed her on the red lips:

"Go to sleep, we're leaving tomorrow."

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The slave owners of Astapor left Clay not only their gold and treasures worth countless amounts, but these generous guys also gave Clay a huge fleet for free.

These ships were originally used to carry slaves, but now it is just right, just bring the Unsullied on board. The four thousand Unsullied were originally slaves, so there is no problem at all in boarding such a ship.

Early in the morning, the Unsullied, who had received the order long ago, completed the step of boarding the ship with great efficiency under the leadership of their chosen commander Gray Worm.

These Unsullied were just light infantry in the hands of the slave owners. Clay had no intention of letting them go into the battlefield wearing barely any armor. If they encountered a rain of arrows, their thin armor would cause extremely high casualties. It’s no longer worth it.

Therefore, Clay issued a full-body armor to each of them. Where did these things come from? At that time, Clay ripped it off from the freedmen who originally provided protection to slave owners.

There aren't that many free militia groups, it doesn't matter, the whole Astapor came out in one go. If you don't dare to surrender, have you seen Galesos flying in the sky?

The only two remaining slave owners, oh no, they should be the Targaryen family now, the two deputy city lords of Astapor City, are standing respectfully on the dock, talking carefully to Clay.

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

"I don't know. Maybe one day when you wake up, you will find Galesos looking at you outside your window. Anyway, for me, it's not too far for the dragon to fly over."

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 am supporting myself, and you should do a good job.

"Wherever, 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 will you do when you are tired? You are all under the control of the acting city lord, Oberon Martell from Dorne. Oh, by the way, he is a Dornish man and likes to raise some weird animals. Poison, if you like it, you can talk to him about his experience, maybe if he is in a good mood, he will give you two as a gift."

"Ah, that's it... No, no, no, we won't disturb the Lord of the City."

The two Grazdans looked at each other and didn't dare to speak anymore. Neither of them were fools. They clearly heard that His Majesty had found a living King of Hell for himself to manage this place. He originally thought that when the Dragon King left, he would You can do some things.

Now, the threats behind His Majesty's words have almost been directly pressed in their faces. If they dare to move again, you might as well think about how the previous slave owners died. This one started killing people, but No mercy at all.

I stared at these two bastards for the last time. If Astapor hadn't been unstable now, I would have sent you two to meet your gods.

Prince Oberon, who was standing aside, listened to Clay's words with great interest. When he saw Clay turning to him, he said:

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

Clay smiled and said calmly:

"Your Highness, manage this place well. Dorne is not a place with many soldiers. We need fresh soldiers."

Oberon agreed very much with this. He also understood how much he and his family were worth. It was easy to defend, but if they were to fight out, the family's military strength would be stretched thin.

"Don't worry, let's go and meet my brother. He's not difficult to deal with. Have a nice trip."

Looking at Clay's back as he boarded the battleship, Oberon raised the corners of his mouth and added softly:

"Your Majesty Clay..."