Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 195: Anxious Missandei
Passing through the wooden walls of Astapor, the noisy hawking became more and more intense. The noisy hawking came like a tidal wave, drowning Gavin in an instant. On the streets, the crowds were bustling, and the sounds of various transactions and quarrels were intertwined.

Gavin walked through the bustling streets of Astapor, his mind racing with thoughts.

To the good lords of Astapor, the Unsullied are not only a powerful military force, but also a commodity that is highly valued.

In their greedy and calculating eyes, the Unsullied are worth far more than ordinary slave soldiers.

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

Because of this, benevolent masters would never easily sacrifice the Unsullied, and when faced with slave uprisings and bandit suppression, they mostly chose to send those relatively cheap slave soldiers.

Gavin knew very well that only by launching a slave uprising that would shake and overthrow Astapor could this situation be broken and all the Unsullied be brought under one whip.

Now, he has spread the seeds of rebellion. As for what kind of prairie fire it will ignite, all he can do is wait quietly, like a patient fisherman waiting for the fish to bite.

Gavin walked steadily forward while thinking about his carefully planned plan.

Unconsciously, he arrived outside 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, bowing respectfully and quickly.

Just as he was about to say something, Gavin waved his hand and motioned for him to go inside.

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

Jalal said respectfully, "Your Majesty, Lord Boris sent a message 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 a fleet to destroy their fourteen warships. Currently, the Dornish have withdrawn all their naval forces to the Broken Arm area."

Gavin took the letter and read it carefully word by word with a focused and serious look in his eyes.

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, do not land for the time being, and let the Imperial Council decide the rest of the situation."

Jalal obeyed, 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-Faced God that Maester Qyburn ordered a long time ago. Now we have a summary. In addition to the House of Black and White that you burned down in Braavos, there are five temples dedicated to the Thousand-Faced God in Essos. There is also one in Slaver's Bay, which is located in Yunkai, but the temple is very small and there are not many believers."

Gavin took the parchment and glanced at it briefly.

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

Among them, the temples in Qohor and Volantis are the largest, and have some believers in the local area. As for whether there are Faceless Men, no intelligence has been found.

Looking at the contents on the paper, Gavin's murderous intent surged like a raging wave, and the strong murderous intent seemed to freeze the air around him.

So what if it was God? Since he knew the location of the other party's temple, he had to destroy it no matter what. This was his decision long ago.

However, the temple of Volantis was located in its city, so Gavin did not dare to go there rashly, and Myr could not find the exact location, so he had to put it on hold for the time being.

Now a mountain has been found in Yunkai, and Gavin will not hesitate to take any meat that comes to his eyes, no matter how big or small it is. It just so happens that Gavin plans 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 record the people who come in and out every day. When we get to Yunkai, don't let any of them go." His 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, then asked, "Is there any news from Westeros?" Jalal replied immediately, "No, Your Majesty. It's too far to send a message from Dragonstone to the Stepstones, then to Lys and Slaver's Bay. Maybe the news is on the way."

After hearing this, Gavin nodded slightly and said, "Okay, that's it. Go and write back to Boris."

Jalal bowed and said, "As you command, Your Majesty."

As Jalal left the room, Missandei quietly entered 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'm satisfied."

Gavin picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. He felt the skin was crispy and made a slight "crunch" sound when he bit it. The meat inside was tender and juicy, leaving a long-lasting aftertaste.

After taking a bite of the delicious food, Gavin looked at Missandei with a questioning look in his eyes. He asked, "How is the statistics I asked you to collect?"

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

After hearing this, Gavin nodded and said, "Okay, I got it, 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 something wrong?"

Missandei looked nervous. She bit her lips lightly and twisted her hands unconsciously. After hesitating for a moment, she mustered up the courage to ask, "Master, I am very curious about why you bought me. I am not worth a thousand gold dragons, and you did not let me serve you after you bought me."

Gavin smiled after hearing this, with a hint of gentleness 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 royals." His voice was steady and powerful, as if it carried a reassuring power.

Missandei was slightly startled, with a hint of surprise and emotion in her eyes.

She had never thought that her value would be recognized in this way, and a warm current surged in her heart. The warm current was like the spring sunshine, warming her soul. 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 stepped out and the room returned to silence.

Gavin looked at her leaving back, thinking about something.

After these few days of contact, he found that Missandei had an extraordinary memory and could remember all the accounts just by taking a look at them.

Originally, he wanted to send her to Daenerys as a maid, but now Gavin thinks it would be nice to keep her by her side as a secretary.

(End of this chapter)