sunny.
it's clear.
As the hottest summer season of the year passes.
After entering early autumn.
The heat quickly dissipated and the weather became much cooler.
early morning.
The largest castle mansion in the center of Astapor city.
In the spacious banquet room.
Morgan was sitting on the main seat of the exquisite long dining table, having breakfast in front of him.
On both sides of the long table, sat the royal officer Missandei, the castle's chief steward Aphra, and the "Commander" Barristan, who has been receiving much attention recently.
All four of them were dining quietly.
Morgan said nothing.
The other three naturally found it difficult to speak.
Missandei and Aphra are okay.
Because they are the women closest to Morgan, they have more opportunities to spend time together.
Barristan is different.
Because of his status, he couldn't always be with Morgan.
Chewing the steak in his mouth, Barristan raised his head several times to look at Morgan on the main seat. He wanted to say something but finally closed his mouth.
Barristan didn't move much.
But it couldn't escape Morgan's perception.
Morgan also knew what the other person wanted to say.
Before breakfast, Barristan came to the castle to sign in as a routine. He casually said that Daenerys Targaryen, whom he had inquired about, would be visiting today.
Then, Barristan's mood was obviously affected.
This is probably the only thing he wants to ask at this time.
Morgan focused on the lamb chops on the plate in front of him.
He eats astonishingly.
The meal is also very fast.
Along with the dinner plate, a lamb chop that was obviously much larger than the others was quickly devoured.
The young maid standing nearby immediately served another mutton chop to the master.
The pacing is almost seamless.
The maids stood quietly aside.
The only sound in the banquet room was the sound of knives and forks sliding on the dinner plate.
At this time.
A sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the banquet hall.
soon.
A half-bald middle-aged man appeared in front of the banquet hall door.
Silas, the deputy steward, walked forward quickly, stood beside Morgan and said respectfully: "Master, Daenerys Targaryen has arrived."
The words fell.
The banquet hall became quiet again.
Except for some changes in Barristan's expression.
Aphra and Missandei looked at the breakfast in front of them with unchanged expressions.
Morgan seemed not to hear and continued to eat the lamb chops.
This went on for a while.
When Morgan put the last piece of lamb chop on the dinner plate into his mouth, he chewed it and swallowed it in a few bites.
Then he picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
Finally, he picked up the napkin beside him and wiped his mouth.
Then he raised his head and looked at Silas, the deputy manager on the side, and said, "Please ask her to come in..."
"yes..."
Silas left immediately.
In front of the dining table.
Seeing Morgan finish eating, the other three people immediately put down their tableware.
"Baristan, don't you want to know the news about her? It's just a coincidence this time..."
Morgan looked at Barristan and smiled.
He is not worried that Barristan will defect to the other side or rebel.
In this world, the loyalty and trustworthiness of knights are not just talk, let alone the famous former captain of the Kingsguard.
Barristan immediately smiled: "This is indeed a coincidence."
"Let's go, let's meet the last bloodline of the Targaryen dynasty, Daenerys Targaryen, known as "Stormborn"."
Morgan said as he stood up and walked out of the banquet room.
Barristan and the other two followed immediately.
Speaking of titles in this world.
The longer Morgan stayed in this world, the more he wanted to complain.
Especially Daenerys Targaryen, who is known as the "Title Harvester".
Not to mention anything else, let’s just say that the other party’s “Daenerys Stormborn” sounds awesome.
But in fact, it was just because Daenerys happened to encounter a storm when she was born on Dragonstone.
Then, she was given the title "Daenerys Stormborn" when she was just born.
Morgan learned this last night while checking the other party's information.
I am really speechless about the world in terms of titles.
Those born in stormy weather are known as "Stormborn".
Then if you were born during thunder and lightning, wouldn't you be able to become a "child of lightning" or something?
Can you become a "Snow Elf" when you are born in a snowstorm?
Although this has something to do with Daenerys' identity.
But that "Stormborn" thing is too bullshit.
Just like Morgan himself.
If we look at the titles in this world, if we look closely, he now has "Marksman", "Bear Hunter", "Triple Crown Champion", "Incombustible One (not afraid of burning by fire)", "Father of Dragons" and "Reformer". (Changed the slave city system)" "Lord of Astapor"... and a series of titles.
but.
Except for the "Triple Crown" that was given by Robert Baratheon and spread widely.
Morgan rarely mentions his title.
Because it's too shameful.
Of course, he won't and can't stop others from calling him that.
Speaking of which.
Morgan immediately recalled a scene in his mind about Daenerys Targaryen that was really profound. Every time she met a guest, the first thing she said was to give out the name of a dish. A long list of titles to come.
So embarrassing.
Morgan led a few people out of the banquet hall and walked to the castle gate.
I saw a figure in a blue skirt and a bald middle-aged man in armor striding over.
She has an exquisite appearance, a petite figure but well-defined curves, her skin is so fair that it almost glows, and she also has beautiful long silver-gold hair, which is rare, plus the other party's special identity.
This Daenerys Targaryen is indeed a beauty at first glance.
When Morgan greeted the two visitors, his eyes quickly scanned Daenerys from top to bottom.
"My name is Daenerys..."
Daenerys looked at the tall and handsome man who was approaching and just spoke.
"Welcome..."
"From House Targaryen, 'Denery Stormborn'..."
In order to prevent the other party from announcing the name of the dish, Morgan interrupted with a smile.
He knew himself about the governor of Astapor in front of him.
Daenerys was not surprised.
She identified herself in the letter of visit she asked Jorah Mormont to send yesterday.
Looking at the handsome governor whose outward attitude was much better than when she first arrived in the giant city of Qarth, Daenerys said directly: "Lord Morgan, I believe you already know the reason for my coming."
Ask the other person directly about this.
Morgan nodded and smiled: "Of course, you said it yesterday."
"It's better to go in first. Letting guests stand at the door is not Astapor's way of hospitality..."
"please..."
Morgan smiled and stretched out his hand to make a gentleman invitation to Daenerys Targaryen.
Looking at the tall and exceptionally handsome Governor, he was enthusiastic about his Khaleesi.
Jorah Mormont on the side frowned, and immediately felt a little unhappy in his heart.
