The night is getting darker.
The castle is brightly lit.
In the banquet room.
As several commanders wearing unsullied armor left together.
In front of the exquisite long table.
Only Morgan was left on the main seat, as well as Clerk Missandei and Grand Steward Aphra sitting aside.
As for the deputy general manager Silas and the newly appointed guard captain Missanro and others.
It’s still far from qualified to serve on the table.
Looking at the backs of the captains leaving.
Morgan looked a little lost.
Having just succeeded in seizing power, it was undoubtedly a risky move to keep the Unsullied captains for a meal.
But Morgan did it anyway.
Except for the two captains who were guarding the most important east and west city gates.
The other eight, including two untrained Unsullied reserve troops and two captains appointed not long ago, have been asked to attend the banquet.
Morgan picked up the wine glasses and drank one by one.
The purpose is to observe these captains at a closer distance and more carefully.
The little baby dragon Siglia hasn't grown up yet.
The army of the Unsullied is the only force he has to control Astapor now, and it is also an important cornerstone for his future counterattack on the continent of Westeros.
The importance is unquestionable.
Therefore, he did not allow any accidents to occur within the Unsullied Army.
Among them, the captain under the rules and regulations of the Unsullied is the most important part.
Each captain has a thousand elite Unsullied warriors under his command.
Once something goes wrong, it will be a huge loss.
Although every Unsullied person has been trained intensively since childhood.
Anyone who can reach the position of captain is one of a thousand, one of a thousand.
Each of these people has an extremely strong will.
But the personalities are definitely different.
Therefore, even though the reputation of the Unsullied is world-famous, it is well-known by everyone.
Morgan also wanted to see and talk about it in person before speaking.
He only believes in himself.
This was also during the day in Pride Square. Among the eight Unsullied captains, only two captains, "Gray Worm" and "Green Fur", were chosen to go to the east and west gates of Astapor.
It was because Morgan saw the strongest loyalty in the eyes of the two of them when facing him.
Morgan carefully considered the performance of the captains just now.
Missandei and Aphra, who were sitting beside them, watched their master ponder without making a sound, and ate quietly.
For a while.
Morgan came back from his thoughts, picked up the wine in the transparent glass on the table in front of him and drank it in one gulp.
The nearest Missandei immediately put down the tableware in her hands, looked at Morgan beside her and said, "Master, I'm full."
"The items checked today have not been counted yet. I need to take stock."
After hearing Missandei's words, Morgan put down his wine glass and said with some surprise: "Have you checked everything?"
Missandei shook her head: "No, today we are searching the castles of those slave owners and nobles who intend to resist. It will probably take a day for more others."
Morgan understood immediately: "Have those who were not inspected been controlled?"
Missandei: "It's under control. All the castle rooms have been sealed and surrounded. All the wives, children, servants and slaves of the slave owners and nobles who need to be inspected have been centralized and controlled, waiting for the master to be punished."
Missandei's measured answers pleased Morgan.
He had never told Missandei this before.
Missandei needs to make her own decisions when running into problems.
So far, she's doing really well.
"Um..."
Morgan nodded, and after thinking for a moment, continued: "Keep those people locked up for now, and I will talk about the rest after I see those guys tomorrow."
"Go ahead and ask me if you have any questions."
"Yes, Master."
Missandei stood up and bowed slightly to Morgan, then strode towards the door of the banquet hall.
Missandei left.
Morgan and Aphra were the only two people left at the dining table.
Picking up the wine glass that the maid had just filled, Morgan noticed the hesitant expression on Aphra's face from the corner of his eye.
But he didn't say or ask.
The better Missandei behaves.
Aphra's pressure became even greater.
Morgan didn't need to guess to know that his two little slave girls must have a rivalry in their hearts.
But he won't care about it, and he doesn't intend to favor anyone.
Because of the rapid change in Morgan's identity.
Aphra and Missandei need to grow up quickly to keep up.
Competition allows them to grow faster.
Although in Morgan's heart, he likes Aphra with her unique turquoise eyes.
But Missandei's ability did surprise him.
This is also the reason why he still values Missandei in a different light even though the time he spent with Missandei is still very short.
The meal continues.
But Aphra was hesitant to speak before and finally did not say it out.
Based on Morgan's understanding of his little slave girl.
The unsaid things should be a little difficult, but they are certainly not impossible to solve, otherwise she would definitely tell herself.
Aphra didn't say anything about this, and Morgan didn't ask.
He hopes that Aphra can grow faster, even if the process is difficult.
The night grew darker.
The castle was heavily guarded and brightly lit.
Morgan was served by the beautiful maids after finishing the bath, walked into the spacious and luxurious master bedroom, and lay down on the brand new soft bed, he couldn't help but let out a long breath: "Finally we have come this far..."
Although today seems to be going well.
From deceiving the great slave master Krazny, he exchanged the baby dragon for the golden scepter that controls the Unsullied.
Then he turned against him and killed Krazny and many slave-owning nobles.
Finally, the Unsullied were dispatched in an orderly manner to control the most important east and west city gates, patrol the streets, and kill the rebels in time.
All this requires more than just a pre-planned strategy.
What is more needed is the ability to respond quickly and calmly on the spot.
Morgan did it.
Although he was a little unsure at first.
What if the big slave owner Krazny suddenly regrets and refuses to agree to the exchange?
What if the other party directly forces and robs the young dragon Siglia?
What if the other party prepared a trap for the young dragon and waited for him to get in?
Just in case, just in case...
In short, reality is not a movie, there are too many variables and possibilities.
But fortunately, there were no surprises in the final plan.
Let Morgan succeed in taking the risk in one fell swoop.
Astapor is a large city with a population of over 100,000 people.
This is definitely a great achievement and experience that Morgan has never had before.
It's a good thing he was in Middle-earth back then.
Helm's Deep in the Kingdom of Rohan.
He personally participated in and commanded the battle between a human garrison and the orcs from Isengard.
This gave Morgan initial experience in commanding large armies.
Otherwise, everything today would never have gone so smoothly.
Once he rose from the level of ordinary people to the position of ruler of a big city.
Such a huge leap in class and achievement.
The huge changes in mood and temperament involved, the stimulation and differences are by no means something that ordinary people can hold.
But Morgan held on.
Late at night and early in the morning.
When Aphra, the chief steward of the castle, finished her work and walked into the master bedroom after washing her fragrance, she found that the master had fallen into a deep sleep.
It was the first time I saw my master go to bed earlier than me.
Aphra also stopped at the bedroom door for the first time.
Looking at the master sleeping deeply on the bed.
This was the first time she had seen her master look so tired.
After thinking about it, she finally closed the door carefully, turned around and left.
The night grew darker.
The seemingly peaceful streets of Astapor.
From time to time there were sounds of fighting, but they quickly disappeared.
The dark night sky.
Homing pigeons kept flying from the city and disappearing into the dark night sky in all directions.
Astapor is destined to have no sleep tonight.
