early morning.
Bright sunlight shines through the half-open windows.
The room was bright.
Noises, chirping of birds, and other sounds unique to every day are constantly coming from a distance.
Although the sound is very weak.
But it seemed to be an alarm clock that woke up Morgan.
When Morgan opened his eyes.
Aphra was hugging him tightly, while Missandei was curled up and sleeping by herself.
Morgan had heard that you could tell something about a person's personality by how they slept.
He was convinced of this.
months ago.
When he had just captured Aphra from the slave trader.
Aphra's sleeping position was similar to Missandei's, and she even hugged her tighter.
Now that I have slept with him for a long time, I have obviously changed the way I slept with him in the past.
This is when the mind sincerely feels safe and secure, and the body will naturally make changes accordingly.
Come to think of it, it will obviously take some time for Missandei to reach this point.
Today is an important day for the transaction with the big slave owner Krazny.
Morgan rolled out of bed.
As soon as he moved, Aphra in his arms woke up and opened his eyes.
As soon as Aphra spoke, Missandei, who was curled up and sleeping beside her, immediately woke up and opened her eyes immediately.
The first sight of a bright and spacious unfamiliar room in front of me.
Missandei's pupils suddenly shrank and she was stunned.
But soon, his mind reacted quickly, his eyes focused, and he saw the naked man beside him and said, "Good morning, Master."
"morning..."
Morgan smiled and spoke.
It is said that waking up the morning after a threesome is the most awkward.
But Morgan didn't feel that at all.
He wanted Missandei to value not only her body, but also her abilities.
Originally, I didn't expect to take each other so soon.
Why don't you give the other person some time to get used to it?
He is still very tolerant of his women.
But yesterday due to negligence, there was no room, so they slept together.
But if you go to bed early, you will go to bed.
He won't be pretentious about regrets, they are all his women anyway.
Naturally, you won't feel any embarrassment at this time.
As for whether his two female slaves would be embarrassed, that was not his concern.
"Everyone, get up, today is an important day..."
Morgan said and patted Aphra's bare buttocks in his arms, but he didn't expect that Aphra would immediately rub her butt against Morgan's naked body, making him feel angry.
But now is not business time.
Morgan suppressed her desire, and Aphra in her arms asked the question that had puzzled her all night yesterday: "Do you really want to exchange Siglia to those slave traders?"
Morgan's expression changed slightly and he said nothing.
The change in her master's expression made Aphra tremble in her heart.
She obviously sensed the change in her master's mood.
This was a question she didn't like.
Morgan was of course aware of the changes in Aphra's mood in his arms. Knowing that the little slave girl was uneasy, he just smiled and said, "You will know then..."
"Everyone, get up."
Morgan said as he rolled over and got up.
Missandei, who witnessed all this up close and personal, seemed to have a better understanding of her master.
Aphra felt regretful and troubled in her heart.
At this time.
corner.
The little baby dragon Sigria curled up on the delicate thick blanket also made a weird sound of getting up.
The three people and one dragon were busy on their own.
After washing, Morgan stood in front of the still clear glass mirror.
He took out the dragon armor forged from the scales of Smaug, the evil dragon in Middle-earth.
Today is the beginning and the most important day of all his plans in this world.
It can be said that all the preparations he made before were basically for today's step.
If everything goes well today.
Then in the future, his plans can continue to be implemented as desired.
Today, there is no room for failure.
Soon, he shaved cleanly, tied his hair into a ponytail, and wore a dark red armor.
A cold, thick, and deep powerful aura emerged spontaneously.
It wasn't just Morgan's outfit change today.
Aphra, Morgan's personal slave girl, also wore leather armor.
There was also a sharp dagger strapped to his waist.
This is what Morgan asked for.
The same goes for Missandei, even though she still plays the role of translator today.
But Morgan didn't want anything to happen to his new slave girl.
Missandei also wore relatively comfortable leather armor.
He also had a dagger on his waist.
After a hearty breakfast in the room.
With everything ready, Morgan set off.
It didn't take long.
The carriage driven by Aphra left the "Desire Time" tavern and headed quickly towards Pride Square.
at the same time.
On Pride Square.
The square where you could see a large number of various slaves on display in the past has now been replaced by Unsullied warriors wearing black armor, black helmets, daggers hanging on their waists, shields in one hand, and sharp spears in the other. Square team.
The tall, uniform army of Unsullied warriors, fully armed with armor and spears, looked impressive just standing there.
Fortunately, Pride Square is large enough.
It can accommodate 8,000 regular Unsullied troops and 4,000 Unsullied warrior students who are still in training.
Except for the supervisors on the slave owner's side who were armed with long whips and walked around patrolling.
The orderly formation of the Unsullied army was extremely quiet.
On the contrary.
In front of an army of neat and unsullied people.
A large number of Astapor nobles wearing long tokars of various bright colors were gathering together, and a long temporary table in front of them was filled with various foods and fruits.
The slave-owning nobles who had been notified early and arrived in advance were eating and chatting under the awning.
At the very center, there are several large slave owners headed by Krazny, who claims to be the ruler of Astapor.
Time passed slowly.
The light cluster in the eastern sky is also gradually rising.
The sun began to slowly become hotter.
The great slave owner Krazny took a sip of the red wine in his glass and frowned slightly as he looked towards the gate of the still empty square.
Suddenly, Grazdan, the younger brother of the center who is also a slave owner, immediately said: "It's already this time and it's not yet up. That boy from Westeros won't lie to us, right?"
"Probably not. I heard the other party say yesterday that he came here from King's Landing just for us Unsullied..."
"If that kid dares to lie to us, I will cut off his bird tomorrow and sell it to Yunkai to pick up guests..."
"It's okay for you to sell that boy to Yunkai to pick up guests, but the slave girl next to him is very good. I'm attracted to it, so you have to give it to me..."
"Milotta likes that slave girl, then Missandei will be mine..."
"Oh, you thought well, Missandei is Lord Krazny's secretary..."
"The young dragon belongs to Lord Krazny, and a female slave can be given to my head office... Besides, Missandei has been sold by Lord Krazny..."
"Don't worry, he can't run away. I've sent people to keep an eye on him. If he makes any unusual movements, he will report to me..."
"..."
Several big slave owners were talking about it.
Krazny, who was sitting firmly in the chair, listened completely without making a sound.
Just quietly sipping the wine in the glass.
It didn't take long.
The sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the direction of the square gate passage.
Krazny and the slave owners immediately looked over.
I saw a girl with a gauze face and a pair of beautiful green eyes driving a two-seater carriage in front of the square gate.
It was the slave girl who was with the boy Morgan from Westeros yesterday.
inside the carriage.
"Master, how come you know Valyrian?"
Missandei asked looking at her master Morgan in surprise.
The master can understand it, so why did he ask himself to translate yesterday?
Missandei was surprised.
Morgan didn't take it seriously. The reason why he could quickly understand and learn a new language was naturally due to the system in his body.
He heard the meaning behind Missandei's words.
Morgan smiled: "Of course I want to know those people's truest thoughts..."
Morgan looked calm when he spoke, but Missandei lost her composure after hearing her master's words.
Yesterday, she heard with her own ears that several slave owners said a lot of unpleasant things during the process, and even called Morgan a fool, an idiot, and so on.
It's fine if the master doesn't understand.
But the master clearly understood. Not only did he not get angry, he was also unmoved. In the end, he politely and politely negotiated a deal with several slave owners.
How could this not surprise Missandei.
But Morgan had no intention of paying attention to Missandei's little thoughts at this time.
Just thought of the system.
So he immediately summoned the system again.
"Swipe, swipe, swipe..."
The familiar pale white virtual digital current flashes and jumps.
In an instant, various numbers began to appear before Morgan's eyes.
[Time Traveler: Morgan]
[Race: Human]
[Biological Level: Level 2]
[Soul Power: 1]
[Attributes: Strength LV7; Constitution LV8; Agility LV6; Spirit LV6]
[Ability: Universal Language; Muay Thai LV2; White Crow Swordsmanship (Proficient) LV4; Archery (Proficient) LV4; Rock Body (Special Skill); Dragon Power (Special Skill); Charge (Special Skill); Mental Shock (Special Skill) Skill); Eagle Eye (Special Skill); Flash (Special Skill); Any Door (Special Skill)]
[Talent: Intimacy (Special Skill)]
[Current world exploration progress: 0.99%]
【......】
"The data panel has not changed at all from a few days ago..."
"The current exploration progress became 0.99% more than a month ago..."
"Obviously, the progress is stuck..."
"At this time, unless you participate in or trigger a major event that affects the entire world, the exploration progress will always be stuck at 0.99%..."
Look at the panel in front of you.
Morgan also became more and more aware of the data on the board.
at this time.
The carriage beneath him suddenly slowed down.
Morgan immediately dismissed the virtual panel in front of him and returned to reality.
He opened the curtains and looked outside.
Sure enough, the slightly familiar surroundings told Morgan that the carriage had arrived at Pride Square.
When the carriage stopped safely.
With an elf sword hanging on his waist and dark red majestic armor, Morgan got out of the carriage with Missandei and Avra, a cage covered in black cloth, and walked towards the direction of the great slave owner Krazny.
In the square, the eyes of all the slave owners and nobles were focused on the three Morgans.
"Is it them?"
"Morgan, the Triple Crown Champion of the Tourney from Westeros, has a very rare dark red armor. Look at what he is wearing, it must be him..."
"Then the one under the black cloth is the real dragon?"
"Wrong, it's a real baby dragon, otherwise how could it be pretending..."
"I have never seen a real dragon since I was born..."
"Then you have to see clearly this time..."
"I heard that when a true dragon grows up, it can breathe out flames, destroy heaven and earth, and can easily break through huge walls of fortified cities and occupy an area... Is that kid crazy? He actually wants to sell such a powerful true dragon?"
"You also know that it is the real dragon that grows up..."
"Wouldn't it be the same if he were replaced by eight thousand, no, more than ten thousand powerful Unsullied warriors?"
"Such a large army of Unsullied would be a disaster for ordinary armies and small cities..."
"If I were asked to choose, I would definitely choose the true dragon cub..."
"Hehe, let you choose, you think too much..."
In the Pride Square, all the slave-owning nobles in tokar robes of various shapes and sizes looked at Morgan and started talking.
Morgan went straight to the big slave owner Krazny.
After the two of them exchanged simple polite greetings.
Krazny began to point to the huge, dark army of Unsullied ahead and began to introduce Morgan.
"there..."
"All the warriors over there are still Unsullied warriors who have not yet completed their training."
"But even if the training has not been completed, our young warriors are far more powerful than those mercenaries who are greedy for life and fear of death..."
The bald man introduced his army of Unsullied with great pride.
Missandei beside her was still constantly translating back and forth for Morgan and Krazny.
Perhaps Missandei's master became Morgan today.
Krazny's speech was obviously much normal today, and he no longer dared to openly complain and abuse Morgan.
"There..."
"Starting from over there are all our best Unsullied warriors..."
"I dare say that there is no other army in the world that dares to compare with the Unsullied in combat effectiveness..."
"You must know that in the original "Battle of Qohor", three thousand Unsullied blocked a huge army of fifty thousand Dothraki..."
"..."
Krazny began to brag about the achievements of the Unsullied Army.
After some bragging.
Morgan and Krazny's chat finally returned to trading.
At this time, Krazny took out a delicate short staff made of gold and began to introduce and show it to Morgan.
After watching Krazny hold up the golden scepter and easily command all the Unsullied warriors.
Morgan's heart was filled with anticipation.
It was just when he said that he stretched out his hand to take the golden scepter and try it.
Krazny refused, and accused Aphra, who was holding a black cloth cage beside her, saying: "Hand the dragon in one hand, and the scepter in the other."
Morgan then walked up to Aphra.
He lowered his head and muttered softly on the black cloth, then lifted the black cloth.
The real dragon cub under the black cloth revealed its true appearance, and a group of slave owners and nobles not far away immediately stretched their necks.
Immediately afterwards.
Morgan opened the cage, and the little dragon Siglia immediately flew out of the cage. There was a chain tied to the anklet, which was prepared for this transaction.
When Morgan walked up to the big slave master holding the chained baby dragon Siglia.
He could see Krazny's face filled with excitement.
With the corners of his mouth raised slightly, Morgan reached out and handed the chain in his hand to the big slave owner in front of him: "Here..."
Krazny took the chain with great excitement and handed the golden scepter to Morgan.
Morgan's heart skipped a beat after receiving the golden scepter.
After taking a deep breath, he strode towards the neat army of the Unsullied a little further away.
behind.
Seeing her master striding away, little Siglia immediately became excited, roaring, screaming, and flapping her wings with all her strength.
Although Siglia was only about one meter tall at this time, she struggled hard, and Krazny, the big slave owner, was unable to hold the chain in her hand for a while.
He didn't pay attention to what was happening behind him.
Morgan held the golden scepter and when he came to the uniform army of Unsullied, his expression became extremely cold.
"The Unsullied..."
Holding the golden scepter, Morgan issued the first order to the black army in front of him.
His voice was louder and clearer than that of the previous great slave owner Krazny.
The words fell.
"Wow..."
All the Unsullied warriors in the square immediately folded their shields and made a posture ready for battle.
The movements are unified, neat and quick...
Morgan, the one who gave the order, saw his heart boiling.
"Unsullied, move forward..."
Morgan gave the order again with a cold face.
The next second.
All the Unsullied immediately stepped forward.
"Bang bang..."
The footsteps rumbled and the movements were uniform.
It doesn't look like it was trained by humans at all, but more like an army of elves from Middle-earth.
Morgan smiled.
He looked at the army walking towards him blankly.
He knew that if he didn't give the order, these Unsullied warriors would keep going.
"Stop!"
Issue the command again.
"boom!"
The Unsullied army immediately stopped.
Testing here.
Morgan finally understood that the army of Unsullied before him truly belonged to him.
"Hey kid, what's up with your dragon?"
"Why can't I calm down..."
"Quickly calm him down, otherwise our deal won't count..."
at this time.
I heard the furious voice of the great slave owner Krazny coming from behind.
Morgan raised the corners of his mouth, and the moment he turned around, his expression became extremely cold and indifferent.
