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Chapter 309: Morgan: As of today, Astapo, I have the final say!

early morning.

Bright sunlight came in through the half-open window.

The room is bright.

Noise, birdsong, mixed with other sounds peculiar to every day, continue to come from a distance.

Although the sound is very weak.

But it seemed to be an alarm clock to wake Morgan.

When Morgan opened his eyes.

Afrah was holding her arms tightly in his arms, while Missandei was curled up and fell asleep with her body alone.

Morgan has heard that some personality can be seen from a person's sleeping posture.

He agrees very much.

months ago.

When he had just photographed Afra from the slave merchant.

Afrah's sleeping posture is similar to that of Missandei, and she even hugs herself tighter.

Now that I have slept with him for a long time, he has obviously changed the sleeping method of the past.

This is the change that the body will naturally follow when the mind feels safe and secure.

It would obviously take a while for Missandei to get to this point.

Today is an important day for trading with the master slave owner Krazny.

Morgan stood up and got up.

With this movement, Afraid in his arms woke up and opened his eyes.

As soon as Afrah spoke, Missandai, who was curling up asleep, woke up and opened her eyes for the first time.

The first glance at the bright and spacious unfamiliar room in front of me.

Missandei's pupils shrank sharply.

But soon, my brain reacted quickly, his eyes focused, and he saw the naked man next to him and said, "Good morning, Master."

"morning..."

Morgan smiled.

It is said that waking up the next morning after the **** is the most embarrassing.

But Morgan didn't feel it at all.

What he wanted Missandei was not only her body figure, but also her ability.

I didn't expect to have the other party so soon.

Give the other party some time to get used to it.

He is still very tolerant of his own women.

But yesterday's negligence caused no room, so I slept together.

But if you slept in advance, you also fell asleep.

He doesn't have any remorse or hypocrisy, anyway, it is his woman.

Naturally, there will be no embarrassment at this time.

As for whether his two female slaves will be embarrassed, it is not his consideration.

"Get up all, today is an important day..."

Morgan said, patted Afrah’s bare buttocks in his arms, but he didn't expect Afrah’s **** to rub against Morgan’s bare body, making him feel angry.

But now is not the time for business.

Morgan resisted his lust, and Afraid in his arms immediately asked the question that had puzzled her all night yesterday: "Do you really want to trade Siglia for those slave dealers?"

Morgan's face changed slightly, and he didn't speak.

The change in the host's expression made Afrah's heart tremble.

She obviously felt the change in her master's mood.

This is not like the question she asked.

Morgan was of course clear about the emotional change of Afra in his arms. Knowing that the little slave girl was worried, he just smiled and said, "You will know when the time comes..."

"Get up all."

Morgan spoke and got up.

Missandai, who had witnessed all this up close, seemed to have a better understanding of the master.

Aphra felt regretful and annoyed in her heart.

At this time.

Corner.

Siglia, the young dragon curled on the delicate thick blanket, also made a weird sound of getting up.

The three of them were busy.

Morgan, who had finished washing, stood in front of the fairly clear glass mirror.

He took out the dragon armor forged from the scales of the evil dragon Smaug from Middle-earth.

Today is the beginning of all his plans in this world and the most important day.

All the foreshadowing before him can be said to be basically for today's step.

If everything goes well today.

Then in the future, his plan can continue to be implemented as desired.

Today, failure is never allowed.

Soon, he shaved his beard, tied his ponytail, and put on his dark red armor.

A cold, heavy, deep and powerful aura emerged spontaneously.

Today is more than Morgan’s outfit change.

Afra, who was Morgan's personal slave girl, also wore leather armor.

There is also a sharp dagger off his waist.

This is what Morgan requested.

The same goes for Missandei, even if she still plays the role of translator today.

But Morgan also didn't want his new slave girl to be surprised.

Also let Missandei put on a relatively comfortable leather armor.

He also put the dagger on his waist.

After eating a hearty breakfast in the room.

Morgan set off with everything ready.

It didn't take long.

The carriage driven by Afrah left the "Desire Time" tavern and swiftly headed towards Pride Plaza.

at the same time.

On Pride Square.

In the past, the square where you could see a large number of various slaves on display is now all replaced by the unsullied warriors wearing black armor, black helmets, daggers, shields in one hand, and sharp spears in the other. Square team.

An army of Unsullied Warriors with tall stature, fully armed armor, long spears, and a uniform line just stood there and had an astonishing momentum.

Fortunately, the Pride Square is large enough.

It can hold eight thousand regular unsullied soldiers and four thousand unsullied fighter students who are still in training.

Except for the supervisors on the side of the slave owner who walked around with a long whip on patrol.

The tidy Unsullied Army phalanx is extremely quiet.

The opposite.

In front of the neat and unsullied army.

A large number of Astapo nobles wearing various brightly colored Toka dresses are gathering together, and the long table temporarily placed in front of them is filled with various food and fruits.

The slave-owners and nobles who had been notified to arrive early were eating and chatting under the shaded shed.

The most central location is impressively the number of master slave owners headed by Krazny, who the ruler of Astabo called himself.

Time slowly passed.

The light clusters in the eastern sky are gradually rising.

The sun began to slowly become scorching hot.

The master slave owner Krazny tasted the red wine in his sip, and frowned slightly when he looked towards the gate of the square that was still empty.

One piece, Grazidan, the younger brother of the center who is also a slave owner, immediately said: "It's all this time, it hasn't arrived yet, Westeros will not lie to us, right?"

"Probably not. Yesterday, I heard from the other party that I came here from Junlin City for the sake of our unsullied ones..."

"That kid dare to lie to us, tomorrow I will cut off his bird and sell it to Yuankai to pick up the guests..."

"It's okay for you to sell that kid to Yuankai to pick up the guests, but the female slave next to him is very nice. I'm interested, you have to let me..."

"Milotta fell in love with the slave girl, that Missandei is mine..."

"Oh, you think well, Missandei is the clerk of Lord Krazny..."

"The young dragon belongs to Lord Krazny, let me be the head of a slave girl... Besides, Missandei has been sold by Lord Krazny..."

"Don't worry, he can't run. I have sent someone to stare at him. As long as he makes any unusual movements, he will report it to me..."

"..."

Several big slave owners talked and talked.

Krazny, who was firmly seated in the main seat, heard nothing in his ears.

Just quietly tasting a glass of wine.

It didn't take long.

A sound of horseshoes suddenly came from the direction of the gate passage of the square.

Krazny and the group of slave owners immediately looked over.

I saw a girl with a tulle face and beautiful emerald green eyes appearing in front of the square gate in a two-seater carriage.

It was the slave girl who was with the boy Morgan from Westeros yesterday.

Inside the carriage.

"Master, how can you speak Valyrian?"

Missan Dai looked at Master Morgan in surprise and asked.

The owner can understand, so why did I let myself translate yesterday.

Missandei was surprised.

Morgan didn't care. The reason why he could quickly understand and learn a new language was naturally the result of the system in the body.

I heard the meaning of Missandei's words.

Morgan smiled and said, "Of course I want to know the truest thoughts of those people..."

Morgan's face was calm when he spoke, but Missandei couldn't calm down when he heard the master's words.

Yesterday, she personally heard several slave owners say a lot of awkward things in the process, and also scolded Morgan for being a fool, an idiot, and the like.

It's fine if the master doesn't understand it.

But the master clearly understood, not only didn't get angry, but also didn't move at all, and finally politely negotiated a deal with several slave owners.

How can this not surprise Missandei.

But Morgan didn't pay attention to Missandei's careful thoughts at this time.

Just thought of the system.

So he immediately summoned the system again.

"Swipe..."

The familiar pale white virtual digital current keeps flickering and jumping.

Suddenly, the various numbers that made up began to appear in front of Morgan's eyes.

[Time Traveler: Morgan]

[Race: Human]

【Biological level: Tier 2】

【Soul Power: 1】

[Attribute: Strength LV7; Constitution LV8; Agility LV6; Spirit LV6]

【Abilities: Common Language; Muay Thai LV2; White Crow Swordsmanship (Proficient) LV4; Archery (Proficient) LV4; Rock Body (Special Technique); Dragon Power (Special Technique); Charge (Special Technique); Spiritual Impact (Special) Skill); Hawkeye (Special Skill); Quick Flash (Special Skill); Any Door (Special Skill)]

[Talent: Intimacy (Special Skill)]

[Current World Exploration Progress: 0.99%]

【......】

"The data panel hasn't changed a bit a few days ago..."

"The current exploration progress has become 0.99% more than a month ago..."

"Obviously, this is the progress stuck..."

"At this time, unless you participate in or trigger a major event that can affect the entire world, your exploration progress will always be stuck at 0.99%..."

Look at the front panel.

Morgan has also learned more about the data on the panel in his mind.

at this time.

The speed of the carriage under him suddenly slowed down.

Morgan immediately dissipated the virtual panel in front of him, and his mind returned to reality.

He opened the curtains and looked out.

Sure enough, the slightly familiar surroundings let Morgan know that the carriage had reached Pride Square.

When the carriage stopped steadily.

With an elf long sword hanging on his waist and wearing a dark red majestic armor, Morgan took Missande and Afraid out of the carriage with a black cloth-covered cage, and walked in the direction of the big slave owner Krazny in front.

In the square, the eyes of all the slave owners and nobles focused on the three Morgans.

"Is it them?"

"The "Triple Crown" Morgan from Westeros has a very rare dark red armor. Look at him, he should be him..."

"Is the real dragon under the black cloth?"

"Wrong, it's the real young dragon, otherwise how can it be pretended..."

"I haven't seen a real dragon since I was born..."

"Then you have to see clearly this time..."

"I heard that when a real dragon grows up, it can breathe flames, destroy the sky and destroy the earth, and can easily break through the huge wall of the fortified city and occupy a side...The kid is crazy, right? So the powerful real dragon actually wants to sell it?"

"You also know that it is a real dragon when it grows up..."

"He changed to eight thousand, no, it's more than ten thousand powerful Unsullied fighters, isn't it the same?"

"Such an army of the Unsullied is a disaster for ordinary troops and small cities..."

"If you let me choose, I will definitely choose the true dragon young dragon..."

"Hey, let you choose, you think too much..."

On Pride Square, all the slave-owners and nobles in Toka robes of various statures watched Morgan and talked.

Morgan went straight to Krazny, the master slave owner.

After a brief courtesy of the two.

Krazny started to introduce Morgan to the huge army of Unsullied in the dark.

"there..."

"All the fighters over there are still unsullied fighters."

"But even if the training has not been completed, our young fighters are far more powerful than those mercenaries who are greedy for life and fear of death..."

The bald guy introduced his army of unsullied people with great pride.

Missandei next to him is still constantly translating for Morgan and Krazny.

Perhaps the owner of Missander today has become Morgan.

Krazny was obviously much more normal today, and he didn't dare to spit out Morgan in an upright manner.

"There..."

"From there, they are all our best Unsullied fighters..."

"I dare to say that there is no other army in this world that can compare with the Unsullied One..."

"Know that in the original "Battle of Kohor", the 3,000 Immaculates blocked the 50,000 Dothraki army..."

"..."

Krazny began to brag about the record of the Unsullied Army.

After some bragging.

Morgan and Krazny's chat finally returned to the transaction.

At this time, Krazny took out an exquisite short stick made of gold and began to introduce and show it to Morgan.

After watching Krazni holding up the golden scepter and easily commanding all the Unsullied fighters.

Morgan was already full of expectations.

Only when he said that he stretched out his hand to try to take the golden scepter.

Krazny refused, and accused Afra, who was holding a black cloth cage, and said: "Hand the dragon with one hand, and the scepter with the other."

Morgan then walked over to Afra.

After lowering his head and muttering a few lowly on the black cloth, he lifted the black cloth.

The true young dragon under the black cloth showed its true face, and a group of slave owners and nobles immediately craned their necks not far away.

Immediately afterwards.

Morgan opened the cage, and Siglia, the young dragon, flew out of the cage immediately, with a chain tied to the ankle, which was prepared for this transaction.

When Morgan held the young dragon Siglia, who was tied to the chain, and walked to the master slave owner.

He could see Krazny's expression full of excitement.

With his mouth raised slightly, Morgan reached out and handed the iron chain in his hand to the big slave owner in front of him: "Here..."

Krazny took the chain with great excitement, and at the same time passed the golden scepter to Morgan.

Morgan's heart jumped suddenly when he took over the golden scepter.

After taking a deep breath, strode towards the unsullied people a little further away to tidy the army.

Behind.

Little Siglia, who watched her master leave in strides, immediately became excited, roaring, screaming, and struggling for fear of flapping her wings.

Although Siglia was only about one meter tall at this time, she struggled hard, and Krazni, the master slave owner, could not hold the chain in his hand for a while.

Did not pay attention to the movement behind.

Morgan holding a gold scepter, when he came to the uniform army of Unsullied, his expression had already become extremely cold.

"The Unsullied..."

Holding a golden scepter, Morgan issued the first command to the black army in front of him.

His voice was louder and clearer than Krazny, the former master slave owner.

The voice fell.

"Wow..."

All the Unsullied fighters on the square immediately gathered their shields and made a gesture of preparing for battle.

The movements are uniform, neat and fast...

Morgan, the caller of the order, sees his heart boiled.

"The Unsullied, go forward..."

Morgan gave the order again with a cold face.