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The slave auction is over.

The crowd of onlookers began to disperse.

Beside the square.

The middle-aged bloated slave trader was leading four mercenary bodyguards in leather armor and long swords hanging around their waists, as well as the hunched, nervous slave girl Aphra.

in front of several people.

Morgan was coming out of the exquisite carriage next to him at this time, holding a heavy purse in his hand.

He threw the purse directly to the greedy slave trader who kept rubbing his hands together and smiling.

The slave trader took the heavy purse and opened it immediately. He saw a gold coin with the emblem of the three-headed dragon engraved on the Huang Chengcheng gold coin on one side.

Although the gold coins of the free trade city-states are not much different from the golden dragon coins of Westeros.

However, the fineness of the golden dragon coins is better than the fineness of the gold coins used by the free city-states of Essos.

This is also the reason why Golden Dragon coins are more popular among merchants and traders.

The middle-aged slave merchant deals with gold coins almost every day, so his way of counting money is far more slippery than the average person.

I just held the purse in my hand and weighed it several times.

Only then did he look at Morgan with a bright smile and said, "The number is right, it's full of weight."

Morgan said: "I took that person away."

The bloated slave trader nodded, but seemed to have thought of something and immediately looked at Morgan with a mean smile: "Hehe, this girl hasn't been touched yet, the first night is still there."

“Enjoy it”

Hear the slave owner laugh.

Morgan was not surprised that the other party dared to bid a huge price of 100 gold coins. This slave girl named Aphra must be there on the first night.

Otherwise she is not worth the price.

It's almost a customary rule.

Morgan had heard it before in the crowd.

Ignoring the slave owner, he looked at the slave girl who was standing beside the slave owner, with a lean body, somewhat scattered blonde hair, and a nervous expression: "Come with me."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the carriage.

The girl who heard the voice trembled, and slowly raised her head to look at the middle-aged bloated slave owner who was holding a purse in her hand and looking left and right, then raised her feet and walked towards Morgan.

"boarding."

Morgan glanced at the nervous girl and said casually.

The girl then walked slowly to the side of the carriage, opened the door, and walked in.

driving location.

As soon as Morgan pulled the reins in his hand, the two horses each shook their heads and snorted, raising their feet and walking forward.

Go back to the tavern we set before.

Morgan handed over the two horses and carriage to the care of the tavern attendant.

This led the girl into the tavern.

"Lamb chops, white mushroom bisque, honey muffins, goulash, apple pie."

In front of the bar, Morgan watched the entire row of menus and ordered them, then asked the girl standing behind him.

Afra, who had just raised her head slightly and looked left and right, saw Morgan looking over, and immediately lowered her head nervously.

Seeing the girl like this, Morgan asked again, but looked at the bartender: "Two or two of these I just ordered, and an extra fruit salad."

The bartender walked quickly to the kitchen with the menu.

Morgan turned his head to look at the girl behind him again, and saw that although the girl's face was still clean, her clothes were only cheap burlap and old clothes at the bottom.

Morgan immediately turned to look at the other bartender at the bar and said, "Open another room next to my room, prepare hot water, and prepare a set of suitable clothes for her, shoes, and fabrics should be medium, and the speed should be faster."

After some orders.

The bartender opened the room.

Morgan led the newly bought slave girl upstairs, followed by a tavern maid holding new clothes and shoes.

The maid looks average, but has a full chest and a very good figure.

It seems to have seen the relationship between Morgan and the skinny girl.

The tavern maid wiggled her hips and strode past the two and walked to Morgan, deliberately showing off.

The vast majority of these tavern maids are part-time prostitutes.

For this kind of vulgar powder, Morgan just glanced at it and was not interested in watching it again.

Reach the door to the girl's room.

The girl kept her head down and said nothing.

Morgan didn't care either, looked at the girl with a flat face and said, "Take a shower, cut your hair short, then change your clothes and come down for dinner."

"is the master"

The slave girl Aphra finally spoke, but she still lowered her head and her tone was still a little nervous.

Hear the word master.

Morgan frowned slightly: "I'll call you my lord in the future."

"Yes, my lord."

Afra said immediately.

"Um"

Morgan nodded, turned and walked to the downstairs hall room.

Then Morgan's footsteps went away.

Aphra slowly raised her head.

The tavern maid opened the door skillfully, and looked at the steaming tub in the spacious room, as well as the new clothes and shoes in her arms that were worth most of her monthly salary.

The maid put down her clothes and turned to look behind her. She was dressed in the cheapest burlap clothes and sighed, "Are you a slave?"

Aphra didn't speak, just looked at the big tub in the room a little dazed.

The tavern maid didn't care either, and continued, "That lord is so kind to you."

That's right, a separate room, as well as new clothes and shoes that are not cheap.

This is far from the treatment of those slave girls who are put to bed by the new owner on the same day they are bought back, and even some slave girls who can't wait to be put to bed just after taking your home.

Besides, the guest just now was tall and handsome.

Think more and more.

for a while.

The hot tavern maid actually envied the slave girl in front of her.

But Aphra still didn't speak.

But when she looked up.

The tavern maid who was about to leave immediately saw the slave girl's appearance.

Looking at the pair of clear green eyes of the other party for a moment.

The tavern maid immediately understood why the girl in front of her was attracted to the handsome guest just now.

The maid closed the door in a complicated mood and left.

Afra, who was alone in the room, immediately had a smile that she never had before.

Even those clear blue-green eyes became a lot more agile.

When Aphra stripped off her clothes, revealing her skinny but white glowing body, she stepped into the tub and felt an unprecedented comfort hugging her whole body.

At this moment, she was extremely fortunate that it was Lord Morgan who bought her, not the other two greedy middle-aged people staring at her.

Thinking of this, my body seems to return to the feeling when my father took a bath at home before he went bankrupt.

Aphra couldn't help whispering softly: "Thank you, Lord Morgan."

downstairs.

Inside the pub hall.

Morgan sat at a wine table by the window.

Pentos is the closest free trade city-state to King's Landing, the capital of the seven kingdoms of Westeros across the sea.

The prosperity of the city does not need to be said much.

This is the afternoon.

The spacious tavern hall was almost full.

When the tavern maid delivered all the food, the long table for two people was already full.

Facing the fragrant food in front of him, Morgan immediately picked up the cutlery with his index finger.

Nearly a month of sea journey.

The food provided on the boat is not bad, but it is just the most common meal.

Morgan even if there is food hidden in the dimensional ring.

But most are jerky, others are raw and require cooking.

But he is not a serious cook after all.

And Morgan didn't even bother to cook on board.

For the past month, in the words of a dwarf, his mouth has almost faded out of a bird.

At this time, there is a table full of food.

Morgan's appetite went up immediately.

He wiped out half of the grilled lamb chops as the main course.

A figure suddenly appeared at the table.

Morgan looked up and saw a tall, blond girl in an off-white dress standing in front of him.

Although his face was pale and his cheeks were thin, his clear green eyes looked prettier.

Moreover, this girl, whose appearance has obviously improved a lot after changing and washing, has a faint and cold temperament on her body.

This made Morgan believe what the slaver had said before the auction, that the girl was born aristocratic.

Only then did Aphra pluck up the courage to look up, and after being scrutinized by Morgan, she immediately lowered her head again, not knowing whether she was nervous or shy or something.

“Sit down and eat”

Morgan said flatly.

"Yes, my lord."

Aphra sat down on the bench opposite Morgan and began to eat.

At first, he seemed to care that Morgan was on the opposite side.

Aphra eats slowly and very politely.

But watching the master concentrate on the food, he didn't pay attention to her at all.

Aphra took a big mouthful of food.

Before that, although she couldn't be hungry, she definitely couldn't get enough to eat, otherwise she wouldn't be so thin that she lost her face.

At this time, there is a table full of food.

Aphra didn't need Morgan's order this time, and immediately started eating boldly.

Abundant food in front of you.

Even she rarely eats at home before bankruptcy.

At this time, Aphra understood more what the coquettish tavern maid said to her before: "You really met a good master this time."

After a while.

Morgan took the tall wooden wine glass on the table and drank the beer from it.

Immediately he breathed a sigh of relief.

I saw Morgan, the owner on the opposite side, put down the cutlery.

Aphra's eating speed immediately slowed down.

Morgan, who noticed such details, nodded secretly in his heart, this is a smart girl.

"What's your name?"

Taking out the oak pipe he brought from Middle-earth, Morgan asked as he filled the tobacco.

"My lord, my name is Aphra."

"Oh, you should be born into a nobleman, talk about it, what's going on?"

Morgan smoked and started chatting with his little slave.

It didn't take long.

Morgan knew that Avra's family was in debt and bankrupt, and her father had no choice but to sell her to a slaver who had dealt with him before, and then met him.

Pretty much as he had guessed before.

These girls who were born into small noble families would be so tragically reduced to slaves, most of which were the cause of major changes in the family.

After some chat.

Morgan knew a lot about Aphra in front of him.

Aphra also learned about some of the master's situation.

For example, she knew that the master was going to Slaver's Bay next.

She knew Slaver's Bay, but even if she had never traveled far, she knew that Slaver's Bay was far, far away.

And when Morgan, the owner, asked if she would ride a horse.

Aphra agreed even if she didn't know it: "No, but I can learn."

After the meal is over.

Morgan took Afra back to the second floor.

Since he has opened another room for Aphra, it means that he has no plans to let Aphra sleep with him tonight.

First, Aphra is still young.

Although thirteen years old is not too young, she is a big girl.

Just like Sansa Stark in King's Landing, who is also thirteen years old, she is about to be engaged to Prince Joffrey.

But the main reason why Morgan didn't move Aphra was because the other party was too thin now.

He's not a squeamish person.

Have the patience to wait for Aphra to adjust her body, and train and teach each other by the way.

He was not satisfied to let Aphra be just a simple vase by his side.

The night passed quickly.

Early the next morning.

The sky was just getting brighter.

Morgan woke up just in time.

When he washed up and went out.

Aphra was already standing in front of her room wearing the off-white long dress she bought temporarily from the tavern yesterday.

Morgan took Aphra downstairs.

He checked out at the bar, and received the dry food, drink, horse feed, and a lot of charcoal that he had prepared and purchased from the tavern yesterday.

Astapor to Slave Bay is expected to be nearly three months away.

He hadn't forgotten to keep hatching eggs on the trip.

when everything is ready.

As Morgan stalked down the street with a fully loaded wagon.

The golden light group in the eastern sky has just raised its head and shed the first rays of sunlight on Essos Continent.

Even in the early morning.

There are still people coming and going on the main street of Pantos, which is very lively.

Too many people on the street.

Morgan didn't let Afra, who was sitting in the same stance, start learning to drive.

After purchasing some things temporarily on the bustling streets on both sides.

Only then did Morgan stance the carriage straight along the street, heading towards the next stop, "Novos Free Trade Federation".

Just arrived at noon.

Morgan took Aphra and drove out of the gate of the city-state of Pentos and walked towards the vast wilderness road.

The road has become wider and the field of vision has become unparalleled.

Morgan immediately handed over the reins in his hand to Aphra beside him.

Before that, he had told Aphra a lot about how to drive a carriage.

Aphra took the reins fearlessly.

Began to use the method that the owner Morgan gave him to drive.

It didn't take long.

When the two horses in front of the car start to move flexibly with the movements in their hands.

Aphra, who was suffocating in her heart, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The owner was very nice to her, very nice.

Naturally, she couldn't let her master be disappointed.

He taught his little slave girl, Aphra, to drive.

Morgan had a much easier time next.

Chatting, dozing off, drinking, thinking about the company of Aphra next to him in the future.

Morgan just thinks the journey is much more interesting now than it used to be.

He has already decided that he will not walk alone in the future.

When the light mass in the western sky slants westward, it disappears into the horizon.

The sky gradually darkened.

The vast wilderness grassland, under a lonely tree.

A carriage was parked under a tree.

There are lights flickering around.

When Morgan and Aphra finished their dinner.

The sky was also completely dark.

Morgan and Aphra immediately began placing charcoal arrays in a wilderness not far from the carriage.

Aphra's future destiny will be closely linked to herself.

Morgan didn't plan to hide the dragon egg from the other party.

Although Aphra didn't even ask.

She does what Morgan asks her to do.

After the two set up.

A bigger, more dense charcoal hatching bed than in the basement of King's Landing is ready.

Morgan immediately took off his clothes, hugged the black dragon egg, and sat on the only open space in the center of the charcoal formation.

When Morgan gave the order seriously.

With trembling hands, Aphra lifted the burning wood to light the oil-stained charcoal.

The fire instantly drowned Morgan.

Aphra, who was standing beside the burning bonfire, looked at the raging fire with extremely worried expression, and tears gradually flickered in her eyes.

Burn the center of the Great Array.

Feeling the incomparably hot flames around him scorching his body.

Morgan closed his eyes and sat in the middle of the flames, pressing his heart to feel the dragon egg in his arms.

Time passed slowly.

When the flame formation starts to get smaller.

When Aphra stood beside the huge bonfire with tears in her eyes, her expression was extremely anxious.

Morgan, who was sitting in the center of the flame circle, suddenly felt a wave of fluctuations in the dragon egg in his arms.

A trace of life-like fluctuations!