Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 203 Seizing the Whip
The next day, the sun shone lazily on the land of Astapor, but it seemed to be weakened by the pervasive atmosphere of chaos and tension, unable to dispel it.

Affected by the activities of the rebels, the once bustling slave trade in the city now seems particularly depressed. The noisy hawking sounds that once came from both sides of the street have disappeared, leaving only a dead silence.

In order to avoid the serious impact of the current turmoil in Astapor on their business, many slave traders who traveled here temporarily transferred their business to Yunkai and Meereen.

Gavin did not go to the Punishment Square early, but after a leisurely lunch, he simply tidied himself up and walked towards the Punishment Square with full expectations. His heart was full of excitement about getting the Unsullied.

Since Kairos and most of his Blood Dragon Guards had not yet returned to Astapor, Gavin was only accompanied by six Blood Dragon Guards, but this did not affect his plan to seize the whip at all.

There are also 1,800 Unsullied under Gavin's command in the city. Once they successfully seize the whip, these Unsullied will quickly control the entrance and exit of Astapor and the city's defense, blocking all chances of escape for the good lords.

After a while, Gavin brought Missandei, Jalal and six Blood Dragon Guards to the Punishment Square.

I saw that the huge square was filled with Unsullied standing in neat rows. They were like sculptures frozen in time. Under the unreserved scorching sun, they stood upright and motionless, demonstrating an awe-inspiring discipline.

Krasny on the stage was busy directing the ceremony, his figure appeared busy and focused in the sunlight.

Sitting on the stands nearby were a group of benefactors whom Gavin did not know. They were supposed to be spectators of the ceremony, but at this moment they were completely focused on the argument with each other. It was obvious that they had not yet reached a consensus on the key issue of who should hold the whip, and were unable to choose one.

Krazny saw Gavin from a distance and nodded slightly.

Gavin also nodded in response, and then his eyes were involuntarily attracted to the harpy whip that symbolized the command of the Unsullied.

Since the ceremony had not yet been completed, the whip was quietly placed on the tray in front of the stage, and no one took it, as if it was quietly waiting for its owner to arrive.

Gavin only stared for a moment, then forced himself to retract his burning gaze and walked towards the stands nearby.

At this moment, he only needed to wait quietly, because he knew that the moment the ceremony ended would be the perfect opportunity for him to get the whip.

At Krazny's signal, several slaves quickly and carefully brought a chair for Gavin and gently placed it on the stands.

Gavin sat down without hesitation, his eyes calm, like a steady mountain, quietly waiting for the ceremony to end. Gavin's timing was clever, after Krazny's busy morning, the ceremony was almost over.

He did not have to wait too long. Soon, the last group of Unsullied came forward to pledge their allegiance to the Whip. At this point, the command was completely handed over.

Seeing this, the benefactors who had been arguing on the side finally stopped their fierce debate and walked towards the stage.

Kraznys took the opportunity to say to Gavin with a smile: "Mr. Gerallo, you are late. The ceremony has ended, but it doesn't matter. The ceremony itself is boring, and you have experienced it before. There is really nothing to see. Please forgive me for not being able to entertain you because I have something else to do. Today, the Council of Good Lords should decide who will bear the whip. After the ceremony, please come to my pyramid and let me show my hospitality. You have been in Astapor for so long and you haven't been to the pyramid yet, right?"

Gavin's eyes were fixed on the whip on the tray, with a fiery glow in his eyes. He did not directly answer Krasnys' question, but asked in return: "Can the current Whip of the Harpy control all the Unsullied?"

When Kraznys heard Gavin's question, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes. He pointed to the whip beside him and said confidently: "Of course, it can now command all the Unsullied. The Unsullied recognize the whip instead of the person."

Hearing Kraznys' answer, Gavin nodded gently. He slowly stood up and walked towards Kraznys with steady and calm steps. As he walked, he asked in a seemingly casual but meaningful tone: "Kraznys, at this moment, you are closest to the whip. Once you hold the whip, you will control all the Unsullied. Have you never thought about becoming the whip bearer and completely ruling Astapor?"

When Krazny heard Gavin's words, his body trembled slightly, and a complicated expression instantly appeared on his face. He first subconsciously looked at the whip on the tray, and there seemed to be a moment of hesitation and struggle in his eyes, and then he slowly looked at Gavin, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Mr. Jeralo, you are joking." Kraznys spoke slowly, with a hint of helplessness in his voice. "I have always followed the traditions of Astapor and never thought of ruling Astapor. But you are right. As long as you hold this whip, you can rule here immediately. This is also the reason why the parliament has never been able to decide on a whip holder. After all, once the whip holder has ambitions, the consequences will be disastrous."

Gavin raised his lips slightly, revealing a mysterious and slightly sarcastic smile, and said, "Kraznys, don't underestimate yourself. In my opinion, you are much better than those slow and indecisive Council of Good Lords. If you control the Unsullied, you can quickly put down this rebellion with your ability."

Krasnyi couldn't help but frown when he heard Gavin's words. He shook his head gently, revealing a hint of determination in his eyes. He said, "I have given up the fight for the whip bearer. Whoever holds the whip has nothing to do with me, and the whip bearer is elected by the parliament. My only hope now is to quell the slave uprising as soon as possible." Krasnyi looked at Gavin warily, his eyes full of doubts and vigilance, and asked, "Mr. Gerallo, why did you suddenly make such a suggestion? What is your purpose?"

Gavin smiled gently, and that smile seemed to hide countless secrets. He said, "I just think you have the ability, but since you don't want to be a whip bearer and just want to end the rebellion, I can do it for you. Of course, the price is the whip."

When Krazny heard Gavin's words, his eyes widened and his face was full of shock and disbelief.

His lips began to tremble slightly, and his fingers trembled as he pointed at Gavin. His voice became sharp because of anger: "You...you...your real purpose is to snatch this whip?"

(End of this chapter)