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 wearing leather armor and swords hanging from their waists, as well as the slave girl Aphra, who was stooped and nervous.
In front of several people.
Morgan was coming out of the exquisite carriage next to him at this time, holding a heavy money bag in his hand.
He threw the money bag directly to the slave trader in front of him who kept rubbing his hands and smiling greedily.
The slave trader took the heavy money bag and opened it immediately. When he saw the yellow gold coins with the three-headed dragon emblem engraved on one side inside, his eyes immediately lit up, and he couldn't help but subconsciously murmured: "They are all gold dragon coins..."
Although the gold coins of the Free Trade City are not much different from the gold dragon coins of Westeros.
However, the fineness of the Golden Dragon Coin is better than that of the gold coins used by the Free City-State of Essos.
This is also the reason why golden dragon coins are more popular among merchants and traders.
The middle-aged slave trader dealt with gold coins almost every day, so his way of counting money was much smoother than the average person.
I just held the money bag in my hand and weighed it several times.
Then he looked at Morgan with a bright smile and said: "The number is right, the portion is full."
Morgan said: "I took that man away."
The bloated slave trader nodded, but seemed to have thought of something and immediately looked at Morgan with a mean smile on his face and said: "Hey, this girl hasn't been touched yet, her first night is still here..."
"Enjoy it..."
I heard the slave owner laugh.
Morgan was not surprised. The other party dared to ask for a huge sum of one hundred gold coins. The slave girl named Aphra must have been there the first night.
Otherwise she's not worth the price.
This is almost a customary rule.
Morgan had heard it in the crowd before.
Ignoring the slave owner, he looked at the slave girl standing next to the slave owner, with a hunched and thin body, blond hair a little messy, and a nervous expression, and said, "Come with me."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the carriage.
The girl trembled when she heard the words. She slowly raised her head and looked at the bloated middle-aged slave owner beside her who was holding a money bag and looking left and right. Then she walked towards Morgan.
"boarding..."
Morgan glanced at the nervous girl and said casually.
The girl then walked slowly to the car, opened the door, and walked in.
Driving location.
Morgan pulled the reins in his hands, and the two horses each shook their heads, snorted, and walked forward.
Return to the tavern you selected earlier.
Morgan left the two horses and carriage in the care of the tavern attendant.
Then he took the girl into the tavern.
"Grilled lamb chops, white mushroom soup, honey waffles, potato goulash, apple pie..."
In front of the bar of the tavern, Morgan looked at the menu and clicked through it, then looked at the girl standing behind him and asked.
Aphra, who had raised her head slightly and looked around just now, saw Morgan looking over and immediately lowered her head nervously.
Seeing the girl like this, Morgan asked again, but looked at the bartender: "Two of the two I just ordered, plus a fruit salad..."
The bartender quickly walked to the kitchen with the menu in hand.
Morgan turned to look at the girl behind him again, and saw that although the girl's body and face were still clean, her clothes were only the lowest layer of cheap burlap and old clothes, and her beautiful long golden hair was in a mess because she hadn't taken care of it.
Morgan immediately turned to look at the other bartender at the bar and said: "Create another room next to my room, prepare hot water, and prepare a set of suitable clothes, shoes, and medium fabric for her, and hurry up. ..”
After some instructions.
The bartender opened the room.
Morgan led the newly purchased slave girl upstairs, followed by a tavern maid holding new clothes and shoes.
The maid looks average, but has full breasts and a very good figure.
It seems that he saw the relationship between Morgan and the thin girl.
The tavern maid swung her hips and strode past the two of them and walked up to Morgan, deliberately showing off.
Most of these tavern maids are part-time prostitutes.
For this kind of vulgar fan, Morgan just took one look and lost interest in looking at it again.
Arriving at the door of the girl's room.
The girl still lowered her head and said nothing.
Morgan didn't care either. He looked at the girl with a calm face and said, "Take a bath, cut your hair short, then change your clothes and come down for dinner."
"It's...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 sir later."
"Yes..., sir."
Aphra said immediately.
"Um..."
Morgan nodded, turned around and walked towards the hall room downstairs.
Then Morgan's footsteps faded away.
Aphra then slowly raised her head.
However, the tavern maid opened the door skillfully and looked at the large steaming tub placed in the rather spacious room. She also looked at the new clothes and shoes worth more than half of her monthly salary in her arms.
The maid put down her clothes, turned around and looked at the girl behind her who had just entered the room. She was wearing the cheapest burlap clothes and her hair was disheveled. She couldn't help but sigh and said, "Are you a slave?"
Aphra didn't speak, she was just looking at the big bathtub in the room in trance.
The tavern maid didn't care and continued: "That gentleman is so kind to you..."
Isn't it, a separate room, and new clothes and shoes that are not cheap.
This is far from comparable to the treatment of those slave girls who were brought to bed by their new owners on the same day as soon as they were bought back. There are even some slave girls who couldn't wait to get into bed as soon as they were brought home to you.
What's more, the guest just now is tall and very handsome.
The more I think about it, the more I get.
All of a sudden.
This hot tavern maid was actually a little envious of the slave girl in front of her.
But Aphra still didn't speak.
But when she raised her head.
The tavern maid who was about to leave immediately saw the appearance of the slave girl.
Looking at the other party's clear green eyes for a moment.
The tavern maid immediately understood why the girl in front of her was attracted by the handsome guest.
The maid closed the door and left with a complicated mood.
Aphra, who was alone in the room, immediately had a smile on her face that she had not seen before.
Even those clear green eyes have become much more lively.
When Aphra took off her clothes, revealing her skinny but fair body and stepped into the tub, she felt an unprecedented comfort embracing her whole body.
At this moment, she was extremely glad that it was Mr. Morgan who bought her and not the other two greedy middle-aged men who stared at her.
Thinking of this, my body seemed to return to the feeling I had when my father was taking a bath at home before he went bankrupt.
Aphra couldn't help but murmur softly: "Thank you, Lord Morgan..."
downstairs.
In the tavern lobby.
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.
Needless to say, the city is prosperous.
It was only afternoon now.
The spacious tavern hall was almost full.
When the tavern maid brought all the food, the long dining table for two was already filled to the brim.
Facing the fragrant food in front of him, Morgan immediately picked up the tableware with his index fingers.
A nearly month-long sea journey.
The food provided on the ship, although not terrible, was just the most ordinary meal.
Morgan even though there is food hidden in the dimensional ring.
But most of them are dried meat, while others are raw and need to be cooked.
But he is not a serious chef after all.
And Morgan had no intention of cooking on the boat.
In the past month, in the words of the dwarf, his mouth has almost turned into a bird.
At this time, we were facing a table full of delicious food.
Morgan immediately started eating with a huge appetite.
When the main dish of grilled lamb chops was half eaten by him.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of the table.
Morgan looked up and saw a tall blonde girl wearing a gray and white dress standing in front of her.
Although her face was pale and her cheeks were thin, her pair of clear green eyes looked even more beautiful.
Moreover, this girl whose appearance has obviously improved a lot after changing her clothes has a light and cool temperament.
This made Morgan believe what the slave dealer said about her before the auction. This girl was born into a noble family.
Aphra only plucked up the courage to raise her head, and immediately lowered her head after being looked at by Morgan. She didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or shyness.
"Sit down and eat..."
Morgan said calmly.
"Yes, sir."
Aphra then sat down on the bench opposite Morgan and started to eat.
At first, he seemed to care that his master, Morgan, was on the opposite side.
Aphra eats slowly and very gracefully.
But the owner was concentrating on the food and didn't pay attention to her at all.
Aphra then began to eat voraciously.
Before this, although she couldn't be hungry, she definitely couldn't eat enough, otherwise she wouldn't be so thin that she lost her appearance.
At this time, I was facing a table full of delicious food.
Aphra didn't need Morgan's order this time and immediately started eating boldly.
Plenty of food before your eyes.
Even when she was at home before she lost her fortune, it was rare for her to have it.
At this time, Aphra understood better what the coquettish tavern maid said to her before: "You really met a good master this time."
After a while.
Morgan picked up the tall wooden wine glass on the table and drank the beer in one gulp.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
I saw Morgan, the host opposite, put down the tableware.
Aphra's eating speed immediately slowed down.
Morgan, who noticed such details, nodded secretly in his heart, she is a smart girl.
"May I have your name?"
Taking out the oak pipe brought from Middle Earth, Morgan asked while filling it with tobacco.
"Sir, my name is Aphra..."
"Oh, I see you were born into a noble family. Tell me what happened..."
Morgan smoked a cigarette and started chatting with his little slave.
It didn't take long.
Morgan knew that Aphra's family was in debt and bankrupt, and her father had no choice but to sell her to a slave trader he had dealt with before, and then met him again.
It was pretty much what he had guessed before.
These girls who were born into small aristocratic families would become such tragic slaves. Most of them were due to major changes in their families.
After some chatting.
Morgan understood a lot about the Aphra in front of him.
Aphra also learned about some of her master's situations.
For example, she knew that the master was going to Slaver's Bay next.
She knew about Slaver's Bay, but even though she had never traveled far, she knew that Slaver's Bay was far, far away.
And when the owner Morgan asked if she could drive a horse.
Even though Aphra didn't know how to do it, she agreed wholeheartedly: "No, but I can learn it."
After the meal.
Morgan took Aphra back to the second floor.
Since he had opened another room for Aphra, it meant that he had no intention of letting Aphra sleep with him tonight.
One is that Aphra is still young.
Although thirteen years old is not young, she is a big girl.
Just like Sansa Stark who was far away in King's Landing, she was already engaged to Prince Joffrey at the age of thirteen.
But the main reason why Morgan didn't touch Aphra was because the opponent was too thin now.
He is not a person who is impatient.
Wait patiently for Aphra to take care of her body, and then train and teach her at the same time.
He was not satisfied with letting Aphra be just a simple vase beside him.
The night passed quickly.
Early the next morning.
It was just getting dark.
Morgan woke up on time.
When he finished washing and went out.
Aphra was already standing in front of her room wearing the off-white dress she asked the pub to buy temporarily yesterday.
Morgan took Aphra downstairs.
When he checked out at the bar, he also received the dry food, wine, horse feed, and a large amount of charcoal that he asked the tavern to prepare and purchase yesterday.
The journey to Astapor, Slaver's Bay, was expected to be nearly three months away.
He has not forgotten to continue hatching eggs during the journey.
When everything is ready.
Morgan drove the loaded carriage toward the street.
The golden light group in the eastern sky just raised its head and shed the first ray of sunlight on the Essos continent.
Even early in the morning.
The main street of Pentos was still busy with people coming and going.
There are too many people on the streets.
Morgan did not let Aphra, who was sitting in the posture seat, start learning to drive.
After temporarily purchasing some things on the busy streets on both sides.
Morgan then drove the carriage straight along the street, heading towards the next stop "Novos Free Trade Federation".
It was just around noon.
Morgan drove Aphra out of the gate of the city-state of Pentos and headed towards the vast wilderness road.
The road becomes wider and the view becomes infinitely wider.
Morgan then handed the reins to Aphra's hand beside him.
Before that, he had told Aphra a lot about the techniques and methods of driving a carriage.
Aphra took the reins with a fearless expression.
Start using the methods given to you by your master Morgan to drive.
It didn't take long.
When the two horses in front of the car began to move flexibly in accordance with the movements of their hands.
Aphra, who was feeling suffocated, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The owner was very nice to her.
Naturally, she couldn't let her master down.
He taught his little slave girl Aphra how to drive.
Morgan felt much more relaxed next.
Chatting, dozing, drinking, thinking about the future...Aphra is by his side.
Morgan just feels that the journey is much more interesting now than before.
He has decided that he will never walk alone again.
When the light group in the western sky slants westward and disappears into the horizon.
The sky also gradually darkened.
The vast wilderness grassland, under a solitary tree.
A carriage was parked under the tree.
There were firelights flickering all around.
When Morgan and Aphra finished their dinner.
The sky has also turned completely dark.
Morgan and Aphra immediately began to place a charcoal array on a wilderness area not far from the carriage.
Aphra's future destiny will be closely linked to hers.
Morgan had no intention of hiding the dragon egg from the other party.
Although Aphra didn’t even ask.
She did whatever Morgan asked her to do.
After the two made arrangements.
An egg-hatching hotbed that is larger and more charcoal-intensive than the one in the basement of King's Landing is ready.
Morgan immediately took off his clothes, held the black dragon egg in his arms, and sat on the only open space in the center of the charcoal formation.
When Morgan gave the order seriously.
Aphra raised the flaming wood with trembling hands to light the oil-stained charcoal.
The fire instantly engulfed Morgan.
Aphra, who was standing next to the burning bonfire array, looked at the raging fire with an extremely worried expression, and tears gradually shone in her eyes.
The center of the burning array.
Feel the extremely hot flames and heat waves around you burning your body.
Morgan sat in the middle of the flames with his eyes closed, forcing his mind to quietly feel the dragon egg in his arms.
Time passed slowly.
When the flame formation began to become smaller.
Aphra, who had tears in her eyes, stood beside the huge bonfire array and looked extremely anxious.
Morgan, who was sitting in the center of the flame circle, suddenly felt a sudden fluctuation in the dragon egg in his arms.
A trace of life-like fluctuation!
