Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 192 Kyle
Thinking of this, Gavin made up his mind and said to Kraznys: "Preside over the handover ceremony for me now. I want all the Unsullied to be loyal to me only."

After hearing this, Krasnys showed a look of disgust on his face and said, "You are wasting my time. You should have made this request earlier. I have already held a handover ceremony, but it was you who ran into the trustworthy Krasnys. Hurry up, the sun is about to set." As he said that, he took the whip from Gavin and began the handover ceremony.

The sunlight shines on them, as if witnessing this special transfer of power.

Gavin watched the ceremony in silence as the Unsullied stepped forward in teams of ten to get acquainted with their new master.

Although Krazny's face was full of impatience, his movements were not vague at all. He carried out each step skillfully, as if this was just another routine task in his countless transactions.

five days later

Deep in the dense forest, the sun shines through the layers of dense branches and leaves, like countless fine golden threads, interweaving into a dreamlike picture. The breeze blows gently, and the leaves rustle.

A group of people sat around the campfire with solemn expressions. The dancing flames were like a restless heart, reflecting their tired and anxious faces.

"Many wounded soldiers fell yesterday and never got up again. The minions of the good bosses are hot on our trail, and our food is running out." A bearded man complained, his eyes dull, as if he had lost hope for the future.

"Most of our brothers are using wooden spears, and there are not even half of decent weapons in the team now. We must leave here, otherwise if we fight again, we will all be finished!" Another tall and thin bandit also complained.

"It's all your fault. You insisted on attacking that village. Now, not only did we not get any food, but we also lost the camp." Someone began to blame, his eyes filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

"Yes, our food could have lasted for three months. What should we do now? Are we going to steal food from the benevolent people?" another person echoed.

The accused man was named Kyle, a leader in the team. He was tall and straight, giving people a calm and reliable feeling. His bronze skin was covered with shocking whip marks, which were marks left by his time as a slave. Each whip mark seemed to tell of the suffering and torture he had suffered.

However, his determined eyes revealed his persistence and indomitable spirit in pursuit of freedom.

Hearing the accusation, Kyle retorted angrily: "Are we going to let our brothers and sisters be enslaved? Shouldn't I think about saving more people?" His voice was loud and powerful, full of a sense of justice.

Someone immediately sneered: "Can you save them? This is Astapor, there are countless slaves. Why don't you go to the city to rescue the Unsullied and see if they will accept your rescue." The man's tone was full of sarcasm and disdain.

Listening to his men's quarrel, leader Shaquille frowned, and the deep wrinkles seemed to be the marks left by the years.

He interrupted and said, "Okay, be quiet. If we can't rob the good people, we can rob the caravans transporting grain. It will just result in more deaths, which can save some food." His voice was cold and ruthless, which made people shudder.

Hearing the leader's words, Kyle stood up and shouted angrily: "Shaquille, what's the difference between what you do and those good masters? All of us are free people who escaped slavery. We are not here to be enslaved by you. I came to you to give those who follow me a way to live and to give freedom to others. But now you don't care about their lives. You are becoming more and more like a good master."

Kyle's eyes burned with anger, and his body trembled slightly with excitement. Kyle was destined to be a slave from the moment he was born, because his parents were slaves.

When he was only five years old, his mother was sold by a cruel and merciless master.

His mother was forcibly taken away, and his father, who tried to resist this action, was brutally whipped to death by the soldiers of the Good Lord in public. The sound of the whip still seems to echo in his ears, and his father's screams make his heart feel as if it was torn apart.

At that moment, the seeds of hatred and resistance were deeply planted in the heart of young Kyle.

Until recently, a terrible plague suddenly broke out.

To prevent the spread of the plague, Kyle and other slaves were locked up like lambs to be slaughtered. They were locked up in a dark and damp place, filled with fear and despair. But Kyle did not give in, and he cut the chains with a saw he had hidden in advance.

He then bravely led the other slaves to kill the guards.

After escaping successfully, Kyle heard that a man named Shaquille had established an uprising against the good master. He did not hesitate to bring everyone to join in, and embarked on this challenging road of resistance with hope.

At first, Shaquille treated everyone peacefully and never gave up on any of his partners during the battle. His care and encouragement made everyone feel the long-lost warmth and unity.

However, as the team continued to grow and time passed, Shaquille gradually changed.

He became selfish, afraid of death, and even afraid that others would take away his rights. Kyle was surprised to find the shadows of those hateful and kind people in Shaquille, which filled him with disappointment and anger. He seemed to see his previous hopes being shattered bit by bit, and the pain in his heart surged like a tide.

Shaquille's face instantly turned cold after being contradicted. Kyle had challenged his authority in public several times and did not take him, the leader, seriously at all.

Shaquille had long had the idea of ​​executing him, but the other party still had two hundred men under his command, and it was not appropriate to take action under the current situation. After all, he still needed the help of the other party's strength to resist the encirclement and suppression of the good leader.

Shaquille suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and said, "Do you know our current situation? The camp is destroyed, we are being chased and blocked, we are short of medicine, food and weapons. If we continue like this, we will be killed by the minions of the good master sooner or later. We must protect ourselves, and there will be sacrifices in the action. We should have been aware of this when we escaped."

After hearing this, Kyle looked at Shaquille coldly. Now he no longer believed in the other party's sweet words. Those were just lies to make them work for their lives.

He angrily scolded the other party: "Awareness? Your awareness means not caring about the lives of your brothers?"

(End of this chapter)