Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 160 It's Not Too Late

The tone was very light, not heavy at all, but Krazny Mo Nakroz could smell the blood soaring into the sky.

Five people can only live three, and the Dragon King didn't specify who it was, which created a problem for the slave traders.

Do you want to tell the news to the remaining four people?
Once a fear of a person is formed, then any words to him will be subconsciously pondered over and over again.

Krazni mo Nakroz didn't dare to try, what would happen if there were more or less than three people after tomorrow.

In his opinion, his courage brought him first-hand news, which is equivalent to giving himself a gold medal to avoid death, allowing him to deal with other people relatively calmly.

As the Dragon King said, he didn't specify who it was, he only wanted the number of people.

"Do you understand, don't think about other thoughts, I have a bad temper, what a beautiful city, do you want to hear its beautiful howling in the flames?"

Clay smiled, and Krazni mo Nakroz shuddered when he saw that smile.

Ignoring the latter's chattering reassurance words, with a flash of the blade, the Unsullied Command Scepter hanging around the neck of the slave trader fell into Clay's hand.

"This thing is a gift from you. I'll give you a gift. Whether you accept it or not is up to you. Now, I also ask you for a gift. How about it? Isn't it too much?"

Clay tossed the scepter inlaid with gems. He didn't know what it was made of, like bone or some kind of stone, but it didn't matter, Clay didn't care about it.

Throwing backhand to Barristan Selmy behind him, Clay said:

"Take this thing, call me all the good goods from this slave trader, and control the entire Astapor. If anyone dares to defy, I will allow you to set up a gallows in the punishment square."

Clay took one last look at the pale, trembling slave trader, sneered, and left a sentence:

"We will talk about the city of Astapor after our respected good lords have decided on the life and death of themselves and each other."

In the previous demonstration, Barristan already knew how to use this thing. Although he still didn't like these Unsullied, the decisiveness and arrogance that Clay showed just now made him admire from the bottom of his heart.

This is what a ruler should look like, ruthless, violent, and decisive in killing.

Of course, he does not lack a soft side, and the hand holding Daenerys is the best proof.

"Is this the true king given to Westeros by the gods?"

Barristan Selmy asked himself in his heart, but he didn't get an answer. He simply didn't want to think about it. He glanced at Daenerys, and after getting the latter's nod, he raised the power of the Unsullied stick.

He also spoke the half-accented Valyrian, which he had learned as a young man.

"Unsullied, obey my orders!"

The old man's hoarse shout did not spread very far, but this did not prevent the Unsullied phalanx from being cleared instantly.

"Take over the city defense of Astapor, and if you encounter resistance, take your spears and daggers and show them blood!"

No one answered, but as the voice fell, groups of Unsullied, led by today's temporary commander, quickly rushed towards the corners of Astapor.

Watching this scene with satisfaction, Clay patted Daenerys who was a little dazed, and sent out an invitation.

"Daenerys, take your three children and want to experience the feeling of the sky?"

The little queen turned around, looked at the man beside him and the dragon behind him, who was also looking at her, and asked hesitantly:
"Isn't there only one dragon knight for a dragon?"

"Forget it. As long as I want this guy, you can bring another one."

Clay looked at Daenerys' body wrapped in a silver-white dress, and commented:
"Well, it doesn't look like you're heavy, and Galesos can definitely carry it."

Daenerys gave him a big roll of the eyes.

She is now able to accept such contact between Clay and herself. After all, she knows very well what the current situation is.

"Come on, let's go, I'll take you around this Slave Bay."

Gelesos, who was quite winking, consciously lowered his head and let Clay and Daenerys get on his back without Clay's order.

Pointing to the thorns on Gelesos's back, Klay patted Gelesos after watching Daenerys grab it firmly.

The dragon wings vibrated, and after a few run-ups, Daenerys left the ground for the first time and flew into the sky.

……

How about Astapor, Clay actually knew it well, he deliberately left in such a blatant way, just to let Astapor's power shuffle the cards without any worries.

The reason why the Unsullied wanted to be in his hands was because Clay didn't want to burn these precious fighters when the situation got out of control.

He believed that that guy didn't dare to disobey his will. In the morning of the day after tomorrow, he would definitely see two blood-stained heads. As for who was so unlucky and became the ghost under the knife, Clay didn't care at all.

It was already evening at this time, and Clay took Daenerys to fly over half of Slaver's Bay. After Daenerys had enough of the dragon knight's addiction, he found a deserted open space in the deep mountains and landed.

There are some things that Clay wants to clarify with Daenerys, and this happens to be an opportunity.

Skillfully using the long knife that came along to collect some dry branches, Clay made a simple fire, and didn't let Gelesos open his mouth. The guy fell down and turned into ashes.

The bonfire was lit, and the dragon, which had been flying for a day, was also tired. Its huge body coiled up and nestled beside Daenerys and Clay.

Daenerys looks at Clay, Clay looks at him, and then the little queen laughs.

"Clay Manderly, I have to say, you're really... interesting."

Although Daenerys was smiling, her tone was quite serious.

"How to say?"

Now that the chatterbox has been opened, Clay will naturally not refuse to chat with Daenerys more.

The little queen held a crooked small wooden bowl made temporarily by Clay, and took a sip of the cold mountain spring water. The stars in the sky were reflected in her lavender eyes, and she replied softly:

"You know? I've always thought that I'm the last dragon in the world. No matter how many people follow me, or how many people I talk to every day, I'm always alone."

Clay was silent for a moment, then said:

"Since your brother died?"

"Yes... when Viserys left me, yes, I just moved on, and if it hadn't been for the birth of my three children, I might have despaired of the future."

Clay nodded, expressing his understanding that it is not easy for a woman to raise an army that can overthrow a country in a completely unfamiliar place.

To remove the aura of the protagonist, in terms of universal rationality, this is impossible.

Clay didn't open his mouth to say comforting words, he knew Daenerys didn't need these things.

"Then, I met you, tsk... This sounds a bit like a familiar plot in a storybook, but that's it."

Daenerys looked at Clay, her red lips parted, recalling the scene at that time.

"At that time, I was discussing the dragon with them. Suddenly, Drogon and Rhaego became very irritable. They flew into the sky, and after that, you appeared from the clouds to control the dragon."

"Unlike other people's fears, I actually had only one thought in my mind at the time."

Daenerys looked at Clay's face and smiled slyly.

"I'm not the last dragon in this world, do you know what that means?"

Clay smiled and said nothing, of course he knew what it meant, and Daenerys wasn't asking him to answer.

"It's really hard for me to understand. Where did you get such a big dragon? It's called Gelesos, right?"

"Yes."

"It's a nice name. This is the name of the god of the sun, moon and stars. Did you come up with it?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Daenerys nodded with a complicated expression on her face. She looked at Clay and said slowly:

"Why don't you come to me one year in the morning? If you come to me, I will marry you, Clay Manderly."

"It's not too late, is it?"

Clay didn't hesitate, and said bluntly, how could Daenerys not know why he came here, she was a Targaryen after all.

There was a sudden silence between the two, leaving only the crackling sound of the bonfire burning. Daenerys had been looking at Clay, and Clay didn't avoid her gaze.

After a long time, Daenerys suddenly smiled. She took a deep breath, nodded, and said in a low tone:
"Yeah, it's not too late now."

Clay and Daenerys both breathed a sigh of relief after piercing the window paper. The relationship between the two of them was actually very awkward during this period of time, and neither of them mentioned this matter first.

But now that I have said it, I feel relaxed.

"However, there is a question here, and you need to give me an answer."

"Clay, if I marry you, then, based on what I know about your temper, you want to wear the crown on your head instead of becoming my husband, right?"

Daenerys didn't wait for Clay to answer, she had already guessed the answer, and she continued:
"So, in the future, if we really defeat the descendants of the usurper and regain the throne, will this dynasty be named Targaryen or Mandalay?"

Clay glanced at Daenerys, smiled and said:
"You won't compromise, will you?"

"Yes, I won't. This is my bottom line. My child must bear my surname, and the inheritance of the Targaryen family must continue in my hands."

Clay knew it was.

"Likewise, I made the same promise to my grandfather, Wyman Manderly."

"So, our children will be crowned with your and my family's surnames at the same time. In this way, the vast land of the Mandalay family will become the territory of the royal family, how about it?"

Daenerys didn't say anything more, she knew that this was the biggest concession Clay could make, because now he, Clay Manderly, could completely abandon himself.

A giant dragon is enough to make Mandalay the new Dragon King family. This is actually taking advantage of itself, so there is nothing to say.

Putting aside these thoughts, Daenerys smiled and said:
"It's not polite to talk about children with me who is not yet married."

"Does the Mother of Dragons really want a child?"

"It's hard to say, maybe now is a good time, don't you think, Clay Manderly?"

Gelesos glanced at the two, snorted, tilted his head, and covered the three little dragons who were still whimpering with one wing.

It has always been very sensible...

　Ah... What if I get blocked for writing a bit, I'm so torn... I've been blocked twice.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)