Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 162 Rewards
Sitting in the courtyard prepared by the good lords for Daenerys, Clay waited patiently for one night.

Someone weakened the power of the slave master for himself, so why not do it for Clay?

This night, although the two benefactors had generously offered their heads in the turmoil of the previous night, it was clear that the small group headed by Krazni Mo Nakroz had not been able to fully control situation.

Staying in the yard, Clay drank cups of fine wine from Astapo while listening to the movements on the street.

The hasty footsteps, the shouts of fighting, the sound of human bodies dragging on the ground, the begging and wailing of the dying, constituted the notes of Astapor's unique requiem for that night.

In the distance, on the heights of the city center, 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 Krazni mo Nakroz 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 I don't know how much blood will be shed this night.

Leaning on the soft mattress, Daenerys looked at the sky reddened by the flames with some concern. She only now realized how vicious Clay's words before leaving were.

There may have been conflicts between these good masters of Astapor, but because the previous five families were evenly matched, they have always maintained a fragile balance.

Now, the arrival of the giant dragon has broken the balance that can be broken at a flick of a finger. With Clay's verbal endorsement, people like Krazni Mo Nakroz began to vent their ambitions.

However, behind every good lord is a huge interest group in Astapor, who usually hate each other so much that their teeth itch. How could it be possible for a good lord to give up easily after the death of a spokesperson.

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

This is a conspiracy. When Clay only told Krazni mo Nakroz the news that only three people survived, it was no longer something anyone could change.

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

After watching the liveliness in the middle of the night, Clay put down his wine glass and walked to Daenerys' room. Clay Dragon Knight was busy all day during the day and had to work hard at night.

Because I was too busy, I had nothing to say all night.

……

It was another morning, when Clay saw the huge pyramid through the window again, the flames at the top had already been extinguished, but there were scorched black traces everywhere on the once golden tower.

If Clay is not mistaken, the towering Harpy statue on the top of the tower should have collapsed. What did these people do? It is really desperate enough to knock down such a heavy stone statue.

With a "snap", Daenerys was awakened by a slight pain. She turned over and glanced at Clay. She wanted to continue sleeping for a while, but heard him say:
"Don't sleep, it's time to get up, we're going to see how Krazny Mo Nakroz has cleaned up the city for us."

Daenerys, who was awake, covered the place where she was beaten, hesitated for a while, and asked:
"Clay, what if he didn't do what you asked?"

Clay took a look at Daenerys, reached out and took Daenerys's hand away, and then again.

"Snapped"

"..."

Clay got off the bed and replied calmly:
"Then I don't mind, let the city's fire burn even more."

When the two were fully dressed and were not ready to go out, Krazni Mo Nakroz had brought the other two surviving benefactors to the gate of Kray's courtyard respectfully.

"Let our guests come in, after all, they kept their promises, didn't they?"

Clay smiled and signaled Ser Barristan, who was in charge of the guard, to open the gate and let these people in.

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

Clay estimated that this guy had done it himself somewhere, and it was unlikely to be caused by ordinary army fighting.

If the free militias under the other good lords could kill this guy, the one standing in front of him now would not be this fat man with a humble and respectful smile on his face.

"Your Majesty...Krazny has presented you with two rebel revelations according to your request. The villain is willing to serve His Majesty's orders."

Krazni Mo Nakroz's tone was very humble. Although he was not here and did not see the blue-gold dragon that terrified him to the bone, he had no doubt that the Dragon King in front of him would call out to him in the next moment. His giant dragon rushed straight down from the sky.

He had seen this two days ago, and it turned what he thought would be a profitable business into a nightmare that he couldn't get rid of now.

Clay has long been accustomed to seeing blood, and killed more than 1 people in Lannister in the south. Naturally, he has seen countless corpses, and he has no feeling for heads.

Without changing his face, he lifted the lid of the box containing the human head, and after glancing at Clay, he knew that Krazni Mo Nakroz was not fooling himself.

This is indeed the head of those two good lords.

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

"My lord, there are some dissatisfied under these two guys, and they insist on rebelling against your Majesty. The villain has already cut their throats last night. Now Astapor is yours, honorable one. His Majesty."

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

"Uh... yes, Your Majesty."

Looking at the slave trader who was still arrogant two days ago, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Clay's face, and he said:
"Very well, 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 already had a stressful reaction to the selection, glanced at each other, instinctively feeling that this might not be a good thing.

But now, they were uncertain. If His Majesty the Dragon King wanted to select one of the three as his agent to rule in Astapor, the benefits would be unimaginable.

These people can stay in the position of good lords, of course they are all human beings. In the face of huge benefits, everyone has greedy thoughts in their hearts, but the threat of death is close at hand, and for a while, they are all hesitant indefinite.

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

"My lord, Krazny feels that the villain gave the most blood in the battle for you."

Krazni mo Nakroz, the most daring of the slavers, once again preempted what others wanted to say but were afraid to say.

The obese body and the exaggerated chant made Clay's stomach contract.

"You have no objections, right?"

Clay looked at the other two with a smile, and Krazni Mo Nakroz glanced at the two guys who were tied to him without any trace.

Seeing that these two people shook their heads, Clay looked away, and once again fell back to the picture of Krazni Mo Nakroz, which is full of fear, excitement, and a little bit of hidden depth, but still The skin of the murderous intent captured by Clay.

"Come forward, Krazni mo Nakroz."

Clay also used an exaggerated tone, and this scene was seen by Daenerys who was not far away, and Barristan Selmy, who was standing beside him with a puzzled look on his face, and the latter asked suspiciously Daenerys:
"Your Majesty Clay, this is... this slave trader is not trustworthy."

Daenerys' beautiful lavender eyes slightly curved, and she only heard her whisper:
"It's time to see blood."

As the voice fell, the knife light flickered, and a human head rose into the sky.

The scorching blood splashed in the air, this is the best reward for those who dare to think too much!

(End of this chapter)