Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 215: The Messenger from Meereen

As everyone left the tent, the tent became unusually quiet.

Gavin frowned slightly, turned his gaze to Jalal, and asked, "Where are the thirty warships?"

Not long ago, Gavin sent a letter to Hassan, asking him to dispatch thirty warships here in order to completely control the Slave Bay.

Although there are only thirty warships, with Chiying there, the deterrent power they can exert at sea is far greater than that on land.

According to the calculation of time, the warship should have arrived.

Jalal paused for a moment after hearing Gavin's question, thinking quickly about the relevant information in his mind, and then replied: "Your Majesty, the last time I contacted the warship was thirteen days ago, and I haven't received any new pigeon messages since then. But according to the time estimate, the warship should be able to arrive here within two days, and it may have been delayed by the storm."

After listening to Jalal's answer, Gavin nodded slightly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, and said: "Once the warship arrives, notify me as soon as possible. Go and bring in the messenger from Meereen."

Jalal responded respectfully, "I will keep a close eye on it, Your Majesty." After that, he slowly retreated. Gavin was the only one left in the tent. He sat there, and with a thought, the Blood Dragon Guards guarding outside the tent rushed in and guarded Gavin on both sides.

In fact, Gawen didn't want to meet the envoy from Meereen. His policies shook the foundations of all the wise lords. Those wise lords would not surrender unless they were stupid. Meeting them would be nothing more than a bunch of nonsense. However, this was a routine before the battle after all, so he just had to get rid of him quickly.

Grazdan Moeraz stood outside the military camp, his eyes revealing anxiety and helplessness.

Around him, a team of Unsullied soldiers surrounded them tightly like a cold human wall.

The Unsullied held sharp spears in their hands, the tips of which flashed coldly in the sunlight, pointing at them without hesitation, as if they would stab them without hesitation at the slightest movement.

This feeling of oppression filled everyone's heart with fear, and Grazdan Moeraz was no exception. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and his heartbeat quickened involuntarily.

He was getting more and more upset. This was already his second mission, but he didn't have the slightest expectation. To be honest, he didn't want to see Gavin again.

Gavin's overbearing style of doing things made him feel extremely uncomfortable. Every time he faced Gavin, he felt like he was walking on a tightrope, worrying that if he was not careful or said something wrong, he would be burned to death by the other party.

After all, Gawain had once mercilessly burned the emissaries of Volantis to death with dragon fire.

However, all wise rulers are unwilling to take on the role of this messenger.

The identities of the others were not important enough, and Gavin's mission was also extremely life-threatening.

The wise lords all said that Grazdan Moeraz had been on a diplomatic mission once and had returned safely, so there must be no problem.

Considering that their Yunkai clan had taken refuge here, Grazdan Moeras had no choice but to agree to this mission.

Suddenly, Grazdan Moeraz saw Jalal walking towards him.

Grazdan Moeraz immediately showed a friendly smile, and just as he was about to step forward, the Unsullied's spear immediately pointed at him, causing him to suddenly stop. Seeing this, Jalal immediately shouted at the soldiers to retreat.

Grazdan Moerraz finally breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, forced a smile, and said to Jalal, "Master Jalal, it's been a long time since we last met. How are you?"

Jalal bowed slightly and responded politely: "Thank you for your concern, Lord Grazdan Moerraz. I am fine. You must have worked hard on your journey here."

Grazdan Moerraz waved his hands and said, "No, no, we just got here from the outside of the city. Lord Jalal is too polite. I wonder if His Majesty is willing to see us?"

Jalal smiled and said, "His Majesty agrees to see you, please follow me."

Glazdan Moeraz walked slowly into the tent under the guidance of Jalal with a nervous mood.

The first thing that caught the eye was the Blood Dragon Guards who were on high alert. They stood on both sides like sculptures, their eyes cold and vigilant.

When Grazdan Moeras saw this scene, he felt relieved. At least he didn't have to face the terrifying dragon directly.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself, and walked towards Gavin in the center of the tent.

After walking to the right distance, he stopped, bowed slightly, and said, "Your Majesty, I'm sorry to bother you again. On behalf of all the wise lords of Meereen, I hope you can withdraw your troops and spare Meereen."

Gavin sat on a chair in the middle of the tent, looking at Grazdan Moeraz with cold eyes. He said nothing, but just waited quietly for him to continue.

Seeing this, Grazdan Moerraz continued, "Your Majesty, we are well aware of your strength and your determination to conquer Slaver Bay. We are willing to pay more gold, and from today on, the three cities of Slaver Bay will submit to you, pay taxes to you on time every year, and send troops to fight for you. In this way, you have conquered Slaver Bay. To show my respect for you, I have also specially selected twenty bed slaves to present to you. They are proficient in six postures and thirteen spring cry techniques."

After hearing this, Gavin's mouth curled up slightly. The other party was really sincere. This was the same as the loyalty model in Westeros, but loyalty never came with personal control. He said in a deep voice: "Grazdan Moeraz, you have come twice. I have made it very clear before. What I want is a complete conquest, not your superficial submission and false promises."

His eyes became even colder, and his voice became even deeper and more majestic. "Go back and tell the wise lord of Meereen that from today on, no ship is allowed to leave the port, or it will be reduced to ashes. I have given you enough time, and my patience has run out."

Glazdan Moeraz's heart tightened. Although he was mentally prepared, he still wanted to make amends.

He said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, please reconsider. As long as you do not attack the city, we can discuss anything. We can increase the amount of gold, and we can also send more slaves and supplies."

Gavin didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore. He raised his hand slightly and said coldly: "Take them out."

The Blood Dragon Guards immediately took action. Like a black torrent, they quickly rushed towards Grazdan Moeras and others.

Grazdan Moerraz sighed helplessly, realizing that his efforts were in vain again. He could only slowly leave the tent under the escort of the Blood Dragon Guards.

(End of this chapter)