Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

Krazny Mo Nacroz is dead.

Clay directly cut off his neck with a knife and completely destroyed his nervous system. Therefore, the fallen body could not even twitch. Only the red blood flowing freely could tell the story of the killing just now.

Except for Daenerys, everyone present was shocked by Clay's hand. The Good Lord killed him immediately without any hesitation. The splattered blood stained Clay's face, and he just calmly said Wipe it off, not even a slight change in expression.

At this time, everyone understood that this Dragon King was probably a battle-hardened evil star. Otherwise, if he lived deep in the palace and killed people without causing any trouble, no one would be able to do it.

The other two benefactors who followed Krazny Mo Nakroz stared with bloodshot eyes, looking at the ambitious man who had just dreamed of reaching the sky in one step, but now he had become a corpse and could not say anything. come out.

They were extremely lucky that they had just retreated and did not compete with this unlucky guy for the identity of the Dragon King's ruling agent.

The Dragon King needs an agent, but definitely not someone who will overthrow his rule at any time.

They were alive, but in great fear.

The tip of the drooping knife in the Dragon King's hand was still dripping with blood, forming a small pool of blood on the brown floor tiles.

The smell of blood filled the air, but it made these two guys who had seen dead people feel cold all over and almost felt sick.

Clay contemptuously kicked away the body of Krazny Mo Nakroz, and then glanced at the two guys who were wet with cold sweat with his cold eyes as if they were real.

"You two, I have a reward here. Do you need it? I am a very generous person."

Clay grinned. He thought it was a warm spring breeze, but in the eyes of these two good masters also named Grazdan, it was like a cold wind in winter.

"Your Majesty, please...please bypass us!"

The tall Grazdan suddenly knelt down, his whole body lying on the ground, trembling all over.

Clay's smile completely crushed the crook of his legs, causing him to completely lose the courage to contend with this moody Dragon King. The Dragon King's violence had been completely imprinted in his heart.

Later, the old Grazdan, who had been deprived of most of his power by Krazny Mo Nacroz and was essentially a puppet, just used to make up for Krazny mo Nacroz, sighed helplessly. Take a breath.

He has lived longer than the other four Good Lords, and has also stayed in this position the longest. When Clay appeared and Krazny Mo Nakroz raised his sword against the other Good Lords, he Just know that everything is over.

Their only chance of winning was to unite as one and bet that Clay still needed a complete city of Astapor and would not kill them.

But with the civil strife, all this became empty talk. They, the former masters of Astapor, have now become dough in the hands of His Majesty the Dragon King. He will make them round if he wants them to be round, and he will make them square if he wants them to be. Way to resist.

He didn't know about it at first, and he wanted to find a chance to talk to the other four people later. As a result, that night, a bloody knife was handed to him.

Looking at the last benefactor who also knelt down, Clay nodded. In his original plan, he only wanted to leave two obedient guys to manage the city for him.

Why not three?

It's very simple, because it is very likely that the other two will join forces to isolate the third one, and then turmoil will break out again. In the end, it will end up with two people fighting each other.

Moreover, Krazny Mo Nakroz is too ambitious. Clay has observed the other four people. Although they all have desires when they look at Daenerys' figure, only this person has made further progress. Ideas for action.

Clay did not intend to have a group of eunuchs under his command. Daenerys came from the beauty of the Valyrian Dragon King family, and any normal man would have ideas.

But Clay will not tolerate a lunatic under his command, and even one must be eradicated immediately without mercy.

People must have brains. If you hand over your rule to such a person, you are laying a minefield for yourself.

Therefore, Clay decided to tell Krazny Mo Nakroz the news that only three people could live, and at the same time, he also issued a death sentence to this unconscious slave trader in his heart.

"Of course, I didn't say I would kill you. I said I would give you a reward. Death and glory are my grace to you. Do you understand?"

"Yes... Your Majesty is right."

The two slave traders were lying on the ground and did not dare to raise their heads. Although Clay said he would not kill them, they still did not dare to express their anger.

I have no choice but to be frightened by this Dragon King's behavior. I really can't believe him even a little bit.

"Okay, get up, now, listen to me."

Everyone except Daenerys holds their breath, awaiting Clay's verdict on the city of Astapor.

Don't expect other city-states in Slaver's Bay to send troops to assist them. As long as Clay doesn't openly overthrow slavery like Daenerys did, even if Clay calls himself the Emperor of the Valyrian Empire, they will hold their noses and admit it.

There is no actual benefit from spending money to send troops to fight for others. The rulers of other cities in Slaver's Bay, such as the Wise Lord of Yunkai, the Great Lord of Meereen, no matter what they are called, will not do such a thing.

"Now in Astapor, there are only two of you left as good masters. I don't care what methods you use. Don't stop the production of the Unsullied."

This is Clay's biggest concern. Astapor is his reserve military station. If the Unsullied production line disappears, the value of this city may be reduced to the huge wealth accumulated by these good people.

The two Grazdans lay on the ground and looked at each other, and the old Grazdan whispered:

"But Your Majesty, the production of the Unsullied has always been dominated by that guy Krazny Mo Nacroz, and we don't have much control in our hands."

Of course, Clay knew about this. This was another reason why Krazny must die. He was so familiar with this process that Clay had no idea what he wanted to do.

"It was him before, but now he is dead, so you two will take over. I don't have the patience to listen to your complaints. If it doesn't work, I will replace him. There are too many good people in this city."

Clay's emotionless voice made the two guys lower their heads immediately. They suddenly realized that for this dragon king, it didn't matter who served as his agent for the rule of Astapor, as long as he could meet his requirements. can.

Knowing very well how jealous the people below were of their position, the two Grazdans immediately gave up their perfunctory thoughts and continued to listen to what Clay said.

"This Astapor, I will come back at any time, but when I am not here, you must each other control half of the city."

This was Clay's deliberate attempt to create two enemies. He could accept the two groups constraining each other and reducing efficiency, but he absolutely could not tolerate these two people joining together again and working against him in both ways.

The reason why Krazny Mo Nakroz killed two foreigners and two good masters was because their interests were conflicting in the previous Astapor situation.

Therefore, now Clay has divided the entire city's ruling power into two and handed over two identical powers to these two people, while the highest power is firmly in his own hands.

Under this situation, the two parties will definitely develop into a situation in which the two parties are incompatible with each other. Many matters must be arbitrated by Clay, but by that time, Clay has already absorbed enough blood from Astapor.

Once he gets through the connection between Slaver's Bay and Westeros, he can remotely control the place. He doesn't need to run in both directions. Even if it's just a step on the accelerator, it's just a dragon flight.

"From now on, you all belong to the Targaryens under the black and red dragon banner. I don't want to see the original banner here again. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir."

The name Manderly cannot appear yet, so it can only be used under the banner of Targaryen.

"As for the Holy Grace Temple where the Green Saint lives, I have no intention of changing it. I tell them that as long as they support my rule, I will give them the status they want."

"I believe they will remember His Majesty's kindness."

In fact, at this point, everything that needs to be said has been basically said. The basic rights of the city, the arrangements of the Unsullied, religious issues, and the remaining small things are not things that Clay needs to worry about.

"Clay, you haven't talked about diplomacy with other city-states yet. Astapor is a trading city. The Unsullied gave it to us. This city needs new financial resources."

Daenerys came to Clay and reminded him softly.

The battle between Clay and her ended last night. During the intermission, he once described to her his plan to rule Astapor. Looking at Clay's appearance now, he must have forgotten about diplomacy and trade. .

"Well, you're right Dany."

Clay smiled at Daenerys, took her hand, and then returned his gaze to the two former slave owners. He continued:

"I believe you are all connected with your friends in Yunkai and Meereen, right?"

"...Your Majesty, this..."

"No need to explain, I didn't plan to say anything. What I mean is, continue the contact between you and tell them that I have no intention of changing the slave trade here. You can do whatever you want without affecting their money making."

"Yes...yes Your Majesty."

"Also, I know that Astapor has accumulated a large number of slaves. It doesn't matter if you can't sell them for a while. Get them all for me to produce, including weapons and food. I will find a suitable buyer for you."

Clay didn't say anything, but Daenerys understood that the buyer was probably Clay himself. The expansion of the army required a lot of weapons and equipment, and also consumed more food.

As for Clay not being able to pay?

What a joke, looking down on the Iron Bank of Braavos, right?

Clay was very aware of the generosity of gentlemen bankers. As long as the terms were negotiated well, they could lend them any amount of money.

Spread the blood of Braavos to support Astapor's economic development.

Clay was so moved.

Come! Cheers to the great Iron Bank!