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The night is getting darker.

The castle is brightly lit.

Inside the banquet room.

Following several unsullied armored men, the commanders left together.

In front of the exquisite long table.

Only Morgan in the main seat, the clerk Missandei and the general manager Afrah sitting aside.

As for the deputy director Silas and the newly appointed captain of the guard, Mi Sang Luo and others.

It's far from qualified to be on the table.

Looking at the back of the commanders leaving.

Morgan's expression was a little surprised.

Having just succeeded in seizing power, it is undoubtedly a very risky behavior to leave the unsullied commanders to eat.

But Morgan did it anyway.

In addition to the two chiefs guarding the most important east and west city gates.

The other eight, including the two commanders appointed by the Unsullied Backup Army who had not completed training, have been asked to attend the banquet.

Morgan picked up the wine glasses and drank them one by one.

In order to be able to observe these commanders closer and more closely.

The young dragon Siglia hasn't grown up yet.

The Unsullied Army is the only force he controls Astabo now, and it is also an important cornerstone for the future counterattack of Westeros.

The importance is beyond doubt.

Therefore, he does not allow any accidents in the Unsullied Army.

Among them, the commander under the rules and regulations of the unsullied ones is the most important link.

There are a thousand elite Unsullied fighters under each commander.

Once an error occurs, it is a major loss.

Although every unsullied person has been trained with high intensity since childhood.

As a commander of thousands, they are always one in a thousand, and one in a thousand.

Each of these people is extremely tough.

But the personalities are definitely different.

Therefore, even the reputation of the unsullied is well-known all over the world.

Morgan would also like to see him personally, talk about it and understand it later.

He only believes in himself.

This was also in Pride Square during the day. Among the eight unsullied commanders, only the two commanders, "Grey Bug" and "Green Shaggy" were selected to go to the east and west gates of Astapo.

It was because Morgan saw the loyalty that they both saw in their eyes when facing him was the most determined.

Morgan carefully pondered the performance of the commanders just now.

Missandei and Afra, who were sitting on the side, watched their master in contemplation without making a sound, and ate quietly.

For a while.

Morgan recovered from his thoughts and drank the wine in the transparent glass on the table in front of him.

The nearest Missandei immediately put down the cutlery in her hand, looked at Morgan next to him and said, "Master, I'm full."

"I haven't counted the things checked today. I need to check it out."

Hearing what Missander said, Morgan put down his wine glass and said a little surprised: "Did you check it all?"

Missandei shook his head: "No, today all the castles of the slave-owners and nobles who intend to rebel are checked. As for the others, it will take about a day."

Morgan immediately understood: "Are those who have not been checked?"

Missandei: "It has been controlled. All castle rooms have been sealed off and surrounded. All the wives and children of slave owners and nobles and servants and slaves to be confiscated have been centralized and controlled together, waiting for the master to send it away."

Morgan was very satisfied with Missandei's methodical answer.

He hadn't told Missandei this before.

Any problems encountered when ransacking a home requires Missandei's own decision.

So far, she has done pretty well.

"Um..."

Morgan nodded and continued after thinking about it for a while: "Those people will stay closed first, and the others will wait until I finish meeting those guys tomorrow."

"Go, remember to ask me if you have any questions."

"Yes, master."

Missandei got up and bowed slightly to Morgan, and then strode towards the door of the banquet room.

Missander left this time.

There were only Morgan and Afra on the table.

Picking up the wine glass that the maid had just filled, Morgan noticed the hesitant expression on Afra's face out of the corner of his eyes.

But he didn't say or ask.

The better Missandei's performance.

The greater the pressure on Afrah.

Morgan didn't need to guess and knew that his two little slave girls must have a rivalry in their hearts.

But he didn't care about it, and he didn't plan to favor anyone.

Because of the rapid change of Morgan's identity.

Afra and Missandi need to grow up as quickly as possible to keep up.

Competition allows them to grow faster.

Although in Morgan's heart, he likes Afrah with unique emerald green eyes.

But Missandei's ability did surprise him a bit.

This is also the reason why he takes Missandei seriously even though the time he spends with Missandei is still very short.

The meal is still going on.

But Afrah's previous hesitation stopped and finally did not say it.

Based on Morgan's understanding of his little slave girl.

Things that haven't been said should be a little difficult, but they will certainly not be impossible to solve, otherwise she will definitely tell herself.

In this regard, Afrah did not say, nor did Morgan ask.

He hopes that Afrah can grow faster, even if the process is difficult.

The night darkened.

The castle is heavily guarded and illuminated.

Morgan was waited on by the beautiful maids to finish the bath. When he walked into the spacious and luxurious master bedroom and lay on the newly renovated soft bed, he could not help but exhale: "I have finally reached this point..."

Although it looks very smooth today.

From deceiving the master slave owner Krazni, he exchanged the young dragon for the golden scepter that controls the Unsullied.

Then he blatantly turned his face and killed Krazni and many slave-owners and nobles.

Finally, the unsullied people were dispatched in an orderly manner to control the most important east and west city gates, patrolling the streets, and culling the rebels in time.

All this requires more than a strategy that has been planned long ago.

The ability to react quickly and calmly on the spot is even more necessary.

Morgan did it.

Although he was a little unsure at first.

What if the big slave owner Krazny suddenly repented temporarily and refused to agree to the exchange?

What if the other party directly uses force to grab the young dragon Siglia?

What if the opponent prepares a trap for the young dragon and waits for him to get in?

Just in case...

In short, reality is not a movie, there are too many variables and possibilities.

Fortunately, there were no surprises in the final plan.

Let Morgan take a risk in one fell swoop and succeeded.

Astapo, a big city with hundreds of thousands of people.

This is definitely a great achievement and experience that Morgan has never had.

Fortunately, he was in Middle-earth.

In the deep valley of Helm in the Kingdom of Rohan.

He personally participated in and commanded the battle between a human garrison army and the orcs from Isengard.

This gave Morgan the initial experience of commanding large-scale troops.

Otherwise, all this will never go so smoothly today.

One step from the level of ordinary people to the ruler of a big city.

Such a large class and achievement span.

The huge changes, stimuli and differences involved in the emotional psyche are definitely not something ordinary people can hold.

But Morgan Hold lived.

In the early hours of the night.

When Afrah, the chief of the castle, finished his work, Xixiangxiang walked into the master bedroom, only to find that the master had fallen asleep in the past.

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For the first time, Afrah stopped at the door of the bedroom.

Looking at the deep master sleeping on the bed.

It was the first time she saw the owner so tired.

After thinking about it, she finally closed the door carefully, turned and walked out.

The night darkened.

The seemingly peaceful streets and lanes of Astapo.

From time to time, there were sounds of fighting, but they quickly disappeared.

The dark night sky.

Homing pigeons continue to fly from the city and disappear into the dark night sky in all directions.

Astapo tonight is doomed to sleepless.