Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord - Chapter 195

c195 Missandei is anxious

Through the wooden walls of Astapor, the noisy hawking became more and more intense. The noisy hawking came like a tide, drowning Gavin in an instant. On the streets, the crowds were bustling, and all kinds of trading and quarreling sounds were intertwined.

Gavin walked in the noisy streets of Astapor, his mind was full of thoughts.

For the good masters of Astapor, the Unsullied are not only a powerful military force, but also a commodity that is regarded as a rare commodity.

In their eyes full of greed and calculation, the value of the Unsullied is much higher than that of ordinary slave soldiers.

The cost of training an Unsullied is staggeringly high, and the cost is enough to train ten slave soldiers.

Because of this, the good masters will never easily sacrifice the Unsullied. In the face of slave riots and bandit suppression, they mostly choose to send those relatively cheap slave soldiers.

Gavin knows that only by setting off a slave riot that is enough to shake and overturn Astapor can this situation be broken and all the Unsullied belong to one whip.

Now, he has spread the fire of riot. As for what kind of fire it will ignite, he can only wait quietly, like a patient fisherman waiting for the fish to bite.

Gavin thought about his carefully planned plan while moving forward steadily.

Unconsciously, he came to the outside of the hotel. Jalal, who had been waiting here for a long time, saw Gavin from afar, as if he saw the dawn of hope.

He hurried forward, respectfully and quickly, and bowed.

Just as he was about to say something, Gavin waved his hand, motioning him to go in first.

As soon as Gavin and Jalal entered the room, Jalal quickly took out a letter.

Jalal said respectfully: “Your Majesty, Lord Boris sent a letter from the Stepstones. The letter said that his negotiations with the Dornish envoys were not going well, and the two sides parted unhappily. The Dornish side tried to block the waterway, but Commander Hassan led the fleet to destroy their fourteen warships. At present, the Dornish have withdrawn all their naval forces to the Broken Arm area.”

Gavin took the letter, his eyes focused and serious, and read it carefully word by word.

Then, he put down the letter, his eyes revealing a thoughtful look, and said to Jalal: “Send a message to Boris, the conflict with Dorne is limited to the sea, don’t land for the time being, and let the Imperial Council decide the rest.”

Jalal obeyed the order, then carefully took out a piece of paper, handed it to Gavin respectfully, and said: “Your Majesty, this is the situation of the Temple of the Thousand Faces that Maester Qyburn ordered to be checked a long time ago, and it has been summarized. In addition to the Black and White House that you burned in Braavos, there are five temples dedicated to the Thousand Faces in Essos. There is also one here in Slaver’s Bay, which is set up in Yunkai, but the temple is very small and there are no believers.”

Gavin took the parchment and glanced at it briefly.

In addition to the known Myr, Volantis and Yunkai, Norvos and Qohor each have one.

Among them, the temples in Qohor and Volantis are the largest, and there are some believers in the local area. As for whether there are faceless people, the intelligence has not been found.

Looking at the contents on the paper, Gavin’s murderous intent surged like a surging wave, and the strong murderous intent seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

So what if it’s a god? Since he knew the location of the other party’s temple, he had to destroy it anyway. This was his determination long ago.

But before, Volantis’ temple was in its city, and Gavin didn’t dare to go there rashly. Myr couldn’t find the specific location, so he could only put it aside temporarily.

Now he found a temple in Yunkai, no matter how big or small, Gavin would not be polite to the meat that was sent to his eyes. It just so happened that Gavin planned to capture Yunkai after taking Astapor.

After putting the paper away, Gavin said in a deep voice: “Send someone to keep an eye on the temple in Yunkai, check how many monks and believers there are, and write down the people who come in and out every day. When we arrive in Yunkai, we can’t let any of them go.” The voice seemed to carry endless chill and murderous intent.

Seeing this, Jalal couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. He could clearly feel the strong murderous intent emanating from Gavin.

He said respectfully, “I will send more people to Yunkai, please rest assured, Your Majesty.”

Gavin nodded slightly after hearing this, and then asked, “Is there any news from Westeros?” Jalal immediately replied, “No, Your Majesty. The distance from Dragonstone to the Stepstones, and then to Lys and Slaver’s Bay is too far. Maybe the news is on the way.”

Gavin nodded slightly after hearing this, and said, “Okay, that’s it, go and reply to Boris.”

Jalal bowed and said, “As you command, Your Majesty.”

As Jalal left the room, Missandei walked in quietly with food.

Her movements were as gentle as falling petals. She carefully placed the tray on the table and said softly, “Master, today’s main course is grilled lamb chops. If you are not satisfied, I will change it for you.”

Gavin waved his hand and responded, “It’s okay, I am satisfied.”

Gavin picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. He felt that the skin was crispy and it made a slight “crackling” sound when he bit it. The meat inside was tender and juicy, which made people linger.

After tasting a bite of the food, Gavin looked at Missandei with a questioning look in his eyes. He asked, “How are the things I asked you to count?”

Hearing this, Missandei said nervously, “Master, you currently have 150,000 gold dragons left. In addition to the weapons and food that were pulled out of the city, there are still 1,000 long swords and 2,000 spears left in the city, and enough food for 3,000 people for a year.”

Gavin nodded and said, “Okay, I understand. You can go down.” Missandei bowed slightly, but did not move.

Gavin looked at her in confusion and asked, “What’s wrong, Missandei? Is there anything wrong?”

Misandei looked nervous. She bit her lips lightly and twisted her hands unconsciously. After hesitating for a moment, she plucked up the courage to ask, “Master, I am curious why you bought me? I am not worth a thousand gold dragons, and you did not let me serve you after buying me.”

Gavin smiled after hearing this, and a hint of gentleness was revealed in his eyes. “A person who is proficient in more than ten languages ​​and can calculate quickly, I think she is worth more than a thousand gold dragons.” His voice was steady and powerful, as if it carried a reassuring power.

Misandei was slightly startled, and a trace of surprise and emotion flashed in her eyes.

She never thought that her value would be recognized so much, and a warm current surged in her heart. The warm current was like the sunshine in spring, warming her heart. The nervous mood gradually dissipated, replaced by a kind of firmness and loyalty.

She bowed slightly again and said, “Thank you for your appreciation, Master. I will try my best to do my job well.” Then, she slowly left, and the room returned to peace.

Gavin looked at her leaving figure, thinking about something in his heart.

After these few days of contact, he found that Missandei’s memory was extraordinary. She could remember all the accounts just by looking at them.

Originally, he wanted to send her to Daenerys as a maid, but now Gavin thinks it’s also good to keep her by her side as a secretary.