Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 189: The Arrogance of the Dragon King, Liberating New Giss

"Eight hundred gold coins for each Unsullied!"

Ulton said seriously.

"Eight hundred?"

Lanino smacked his lips secretly.

The currency in Slaver's Bay is comparable in value to gold dragons.

Eight hundred gold dragons were enough to arm an excellent knight.

Aemon remained calm and asked, "How many Unsullied do you have?"

"Five thousand!"

Ulton extended a slap, then laughed, "But the price is high, and no one can eat them all in one go."

"I want it all."

Eamon said.

Uldun stood up and said in disbelief, "You are not deceiving the 'merciful' Uldun. Are you really going to buy all the Unsullied?"

That would cost a full four million gold coins.

Do you know how many there are?

Even if we use horse-drawn carriages, we will need a team of carriages.

"I want it all!"

Aemon repeated.

Ulton was puzzled: "How can there be so much gold on your dozen ships?"

The men under his command said that they saw many down-and-out pirates.

Now he is in the Punishment Square, waiting to be selected by other good masters.

"money is not a problem."

Aemon said calmly, "The gold and pirates I brought this time are worth more than a million gold coins. The rest was shipped from the Stepstones in three batches."

"You want credit?"

Ulton was instantly alert.

This time Aemon didn't need to speak himself. Laenor stood up and said, "Do you think a Targaryen dragonlord, regent of the Iron Throne, would default on his debts?"

The difference between buying on credit and refusing to pay makes the atmosphere very subtle.

Ulton said nothing, his expression changing unpredictably.

To be honest, he was very afraid of the two dragons in the city.

But then again.

He has no conscience.

"How can you guarantee that you will give me the full amount of money?"

Urton was worried, so he turned around and gave her some leeway: "If you are willing to agree to one condition, I will allow you to take away 2,500 Unsullied first."

"No, I won't agree to any of your conditions."

Aemon refused outright.

"why?"

Ulton didn't understand and said angrily: "I gave the most generous conditions, you just need to do a small favor."

At this moment, the businessman's mercenary face was fully exposed.

Yimeng looked into the other's eyes and said lightly: "You don't deserve it."

Ulton's face froze, and he couldn't help but clench his scepter.

It was obvious that Aemon would not let him go.

He stood up slowly and pointed with his right hand: "I want to buy all the Unsullied. You and other good masters are not allowed to refuse, otherwise it will be regarded as disrespectful."

Arrogance seeps from his bones in every word and action.

"Do you understand?"

Aemon's eyes were fixed on him, and he spoke in the purest form of High Valyrian, distinct from Astapor.

"you……"

Ulton stiffened his neck, his eyes blazing with anger.

A slave owner and a dragon king.

Both sides showed what their origins brought to the fullest.

"Are you going to start a war?"

Ulton couldn't swallow this breath, and in his anxious voice his accent was mixed with that of Guggis.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, his eyelids twitched.

A feeling of humiliation surged into my heart.

He realized that the other party was standing from the perspective of the Dragon King and did not take him seriously at all.

Aemon scoffed.

next second.

The pyramids trembled slightly, and a strong wind blew over the city, accompanied by the thunderous roar of a giant dragon.

"Hiss-"

A shadow covered the top of his head. Urton looked out quickly, only to see a long and thick dragon tail passing by in a flash.

The strong wind blew into the pavilion which was ventilated on all sides, and the flower petals and green leaves fluttered wildly.

Ulton tried to cover himself hastily, but was almost blown down by the wind.

"Thank you for your hospitality, but I am not the 'merciful' Dragon King of the previous generation."

Aemon put away his smile and said word by word: "If you make me unhappy, I will be happy to feed you to the dragon."

Madness!

It's simply too crazy.

Ulton was stunned. He had never seen such an impolite guy.

"Cousin."

Lannino was in a daze.

At this moment, Aemon was wearing silver hair and red clothes, with one hand pointing and the other hand on his waist.

On the outstretched finger was a Valyrian steel ring in the shape of a dragon, two ruby ​​dragon eyes gleaming faintly.

Obviously very arrogant, but has a pretty face.

In comparison, Ulton was dressed strangely, with a bald head and a scepter.

Like the bad wizard in a vernacular novel.

Because of the preconceived impression, Lanino was almost fascinated by it.

My cousin is so arrogant. Why didn’t I notice it before?

But he likes it very much~~
Ulton's face was grim, and he felt completely humiliated.

But he didn't dare to do it.

The two people in front of us are not the Dragon Kings who were killed by civilians after the doomsday catastrophe in Rees's biography.

They had dragons, real dragons.

Once the dragon's master is hurt, who knows what the dragon without his master will do.

"Speak, don't be dumb."

Aemon urged.

Wulton took two deep breaths and gritted his teeth and said, "Let's not talk about conditions. Let's talk about cooperation. I can reduce the price of the Unsullied you bought by 20%."

"Oh?"

Aemon was interested.

……

Three days later.

At the edge of the Summer Sea, within the Gulf of Sorrow.

Fifty warships entered the sea and sailed towards an island where the new city-state of Ghis was to be established.

"Hiss!"

A roar was heard in the sky, and a giant light silver dragon flapped its wings, leaving the fleet far behind.

boom--

Thin clouds gathered and dispersed, and a pair of brown wings covered the sky and slowly disappeared above the clouds.

A fleet consisting of two giant dragons and five thousand Unsullied launched a surprise attack on a city-state called New Ghis.

On the first large ship in the fleet, a flag with three red dragon heads was hoisted.

Aemon leaned against the railing and asked teasingly, "Can't you speak?"

A young Unsullied officer wearing black armor, holding a spear and a round shield, and wearing a three-spiked helmet stood beside him.

He stood straight, his face expressionless.

"Whatever you want me to say, I'll do my best."

The young officer nodded slightly and replied in a serious tone.

Aemon said nothing, examining the man carefully.

There was only a layer of black stubble beneath the helmet, leaving the Unsullied with a bald head.

The skin is dark, but the base color should be tan.

Judging from his appearance, he is of Gis descent, not a black person from the Summer Islands.

Seeing his benevolent guest sizing him up, the young officer stood at attention meticulously, playing the role of an obedient puppet.

"What's your name?"

Aemon deliberately tried to get closer.

"Grey Worm."

The young officer answered and added, "The Unsullied do not have exclusive names. They are rotated by drawing lots every morning."

Aemon smiled and asked a few more questions.

He made a deal with Uldur and even the good lords of Astapor.

Riding a dragon to attack New Ghis in exchange for taking away 5,000 Unsullied in advance and a 30% discount on the price.

Only 280 million gold dragons are required.

"Will it really be so smooth?"

Aemon grumbled to himself.

New Ghis is the most important city of the Ghis people, but also the smallest and youngest.

It was built on an island in the Gulf of Sorrow.

In recent years, New Ghis has risen too fast and seized the business of Slave Bay.

Especially with Astapor, the closest city-state, small-scale conflicts often occurred between the two city-states.

Ulton had warmly entertained him and Lannino for more than half a month, just to have them work for free.

But he was very stingy and was unwilling to sell it to the "Dragon Kings" the Unsullied.

That's why it's been delayed again and again.

The news that the Iron Throne and the Three Kingdoms of Women were at war only fueled his arrogance.

He wants to play tricks and exploit the "kind and fair" Dragon King.

"Hey~"

Aemon smiled silently.

His arrogance and domineering behavior were all performed for the good people to see.

Of course, more of it is about exposing one's true nature.

Cross it out, it’s just acting.

Who is the Targaryen who has a "not so good" reputation.

Starting with Aena the Exile, the Targaryens were the outliers who sold their ancestral property and moved to Dragonstone.

Then to the bloody era.

Before Aegon the Conqueror launched the War of the Conqueror, he and Storm King Argilac helped Myr, Tyrosh, and Lys, who had not yet formed the "Three Cities Alliance", to defeat the invaders of Volantis.

What a good man!

After the War of Conquest, he "conquered" the nobles of the six countries with his broad mind and won a lot of reputation.

Later, the young Queen Rhaenys died, and the "Wrath of the Dragon" was implemented for two years.

Finally, he reached a ceasefire agreement with Dorne due to a letter of unknown content, and died of depression two years later.

In the next generation, King Aenys I was weak in governing the country, and Maegor usurped the throne and died on the Iron Throne.

My great-grandfather Jaehaerys ascended the throne and stabilized the country with a compromising political strategy.

The fourth generation was completely wiped out.

The fifth-generation uncle, Viserys, was notoriously weak.

During the more than two hundred years of Targaryen's glory, it was revealed that they were strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Aemon's move is to change the world's stereotype of Targaryen.

The Dragon King's family should look like the Dragon King's family.

Powerful, noble, arrogant.

Therefore, whether it was the Governor of Myr or the good Lord of Astapor, Aemon only cared about treating him roughly.

Don't try to reason with me, because you don't deserve to hear it.

I am the Dragon King. You have to choose between suffering a loss and eating dragon flames.

Looking around, the deck was filled with Unsullied.

Apparently, he was halfway there.

"The remaining half."

Aemon’s purple eyes were deep.

The good lords of Astapor each have a certain number of Unsullied under their command.

Urton has the most, more than everyone else combined.

In order to consolidate his position, he will not sell out all the Unsullied.

Moreover, given the greed of slave owners, they would not be willing to lower the price and suffer losses.

So……

"If I survive, I'd be honored to serve as your legion commander."

Grey Worm answers the question.

Just now, Aemon asked him if he was willing to manage all the Unsullied after buying them.

In fact, those who can be assigned to Imon are basically the officers with the highest comprehensive abilities.

"Okay."

Aemon smiled and said, "When you arrive in Westeros, you will no longer be slaves, but only my soldiers."

Grey Worm nodded.

"Your Highness, this is the information about Shinjis."

A tall slave girl with black curly hair and dark skin came over holding a stack of papers.

Her name is Diana, she is from the Summer Isles, and she is half-Gith.

Urton's slave girl and translator for the past six months.

Don't ask why it is only in the last six months that no slave can stay with the kind and benevolent master for long.

Every three to five years, there would be a major replacement of the slaves who attended to him.

Aemon glanced at her, then took the document and flipped through it.

Nothing surprising, it can be covered by firepower.

"If you need anything, you can tell me."

Diana bowed.

As a slave girl, she wore quite a lot of clothes.

She wore a black leather skirt and high boots, revealing only a hint of her chest, thighs and arms.

These parts can arouse people's desires, and female slaves live on their beauty.

"Yes, very detailed."

Yimon pretended to be serious and gave a compliment.

Diana gave a professional smile.

"Tell me what kind of person is the Good Lord of Urton."

Aemon took two steps forward and motioned for the other party to follow.

Diana was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "No problem."

Although as a servant slave, she doesn't have to entertain others.

But being sent to the Dragon King's side, sleeping with him was part of his duties.

Aemon led her straight into the cabin.

After the two left, the deck filled with Unsullied fell into deathly silence.

The only sound in the whole world was the crashing of waves.

Gray Worm stood at attention for a long time, glancing sideways slightly.

Then, return to a stiff stance.

……

evening.

New Ghislaine, a great fire is burning.

"Hiss-"

Womisoer hovered above the low city wall, lowered his head and spewed out dragon flames as bright as copper foil.

Rumbling--

The moment the dragon flame fell, the city wall exploded and collapsed.

The defenders behind the wall were also killed in the splashing dragon flames.

"attack!!"

Five thousand Unsullied successfully landed and climbed up the city wall using ladders.

Grey Worm took the lead and threw his spear through the head of the defending commander.

"Hiss!"

Sea smoke swirled around the coastline, releasing streaks of dragon flames that overwhelmed the defenses at sea.

Both fronts were lost and a small city-state quickly fell.

"Catch the slave owners and the wealthy merchants, and untie the slaves' chains!"

Vermithor landed in the city, and Aemon on the dragon's back raised his arms and shouted.

Five thousand Unsullied formed a shield formation and continued to advance forward.

In a blink of an eye, half of the city turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the sound was filled with shrill screams and wails.

Lasts all night.

……

The next day, the sky was bright.

The largest square in the city was filled with people.

Hundreds of slave owners were kneeling on the stage.

Offstage, the Unsullied maintained order and watched over tens of thousands of slaves from all walks of life.

Yimon stood on the stage and looked around.

These slaves were pale and muscular, wearing ragged and revealing clothes, and were far inferior to the slaves of Astapor.

The slave owners of New Ghis were more cruel than the good masters.

"I am Aemon the Targaryen, my ancestor is the dragon king of old Valyria!"

Aemon raised his arm and said in a loud voice: "I have occupied this city, but I will not enslave people like my ancestors did. I will bring fairness and freedom."

The slaves trembled in fear and looked timidly at the silver-haired figure on the stage.

It was he who rode a bronze dragon and led the Unsullied into New Ghis.

Fortunately, these invaders did not kill civilians and slaves, but only killed the resisting slave soldiers and defenders in the city.

They also tied up the slave owners.

"Someone come! Tell me about the crimes of slave owners?"

After Aemon finished speaking, he pointed to the slaves below.

After waiting for a long time, no one responded.

Aemon was not surprised and winked at Diana, who was like a secretary beside him.

Diana was very smart. She went downstairs and found a dozen slaves with miserable appearances.

The voice is gentle and the attitude is kind.

Slaves, both men and women, cowered as she entered the stage.

The next step is naturally the identification phase.

Who has not been oppressed by slave owners, and who has not been forced to sell their children by slave owners?

"He killed my baby!"

"He is the biggest slave trader in the city. He sends many men to the arena."

"..."

There was an opening, like a spark, and the sin was exposed.

"From now on, there will be no more slaves in New Ghis!"

Aemon pointed at the group of slave owners who were kneeling down, his face cold: "They have committed a crime, so execute them."

"Grey Worm, bring some people to do this."

Grey Worm said expressionlessly, "Yes."

After a night of fighting, his armor was stained with blood.

But I'm in good spirits and can still hold on.

Call ten Unsullied officers and have them stand behind the Slaver's Bay with spears in hand.

"Execution!"

Aemon shouted.

puff!puff!puff!
Grey Worm and his men showed no mercy and stabbed the slave owners in the heart regardless of their struggles and pleas for mercy.

"next batch."

Aemon waved his hand.

There were more than a hundred slave owners, both big and small.

Including their families, there were slave buyers in the city, owners of unscrupulous workshops, as well as smugglers and rapists.

About three hundred heads.

Starting with Grey Worm, the three-spurred officers and two-spurred elite soldiers among the Unsullied were executed in groups of ten.

These are the high-ranking officers and centurions among the Unsullied.

After they have finished their executions, they will select an ordinary Unsullied wearing a spiked helmet to come on stage to execute them.

"Execution!"

Grey Worm's pupils trembled as he took over the responsibility of giving orders.

Aemon took it easy, not blinking an eye.

Talking about giving New Gis fairness and freedom is just empty talk.

He would not stay here and rule over a small city-state.

At most, a few representatives would be selected from slaves and civilians to help New Ghis break the slavery system.

His biggest goal was the wealth and lives of slave owners.

Make some war money and easily raise enough money to buy the Unsullied.

Order the Unsullied to execute the slave masters and open their hearts.

Even if he is not the good master of Astapor, a slave owner is still a slave owner.

Killing one is nothing.

Kill one city, Aemon doesn't believe that they won't change their hearts.

"Execution!"

Grey Worm's voice rose.

Aemon glanced over.

It was obvious that he was getting more and more accustomed to it, and his micro-expressions showed that he was happy and relieved.

But he dared not show it, as if that would defile the sanctity of the moment.

"You should try it too."

Aemon pulled out the "Lady of the Void" and handed it to Diana beside him.

"I?"

Diana was stunned.

"Don't you dare?"

Aemon asked back.

Diana lowered her eyes and said dutifully, "I am a translator and have never touched a weapon."

Aemon didn't respond, but just handed over "Lady of Loneliness".

It’s up to her whether to accept it or not.

Diana looked at the casual Aemon, then at the noble Valyrian steel sword.

He gritted his teeth and reached out to take Ms. Empty.

He walked up to a gray-haired slave owner in two steps and muttered, "You are the owner of three brothels, specializing in selling young female slaves."

Describe the other person's life crimes in detail.

"Woooooo~~"

The old slave owner was gagged and shook his head in horror.

Diana closed her eyes and swung her hands down.

puff!
(End of this chapter)