Chapter 303: The Unsullied Arrive

The port of Pentos echoed with the desolate sound of a horn.

Boom—

Simultaneously, the melodious tolling of a massive bell rang out.

Splash…

A fleet of colossal warships, bearing the banner of the three-headed dragon, cleaved through the waves crashing against the pier. They docked in order at the port of Pentos, causing a deep, thunderous rumble.

On the decks of the warships stood soldiers in gleaming armor, each holding a spear and a round shield. Their expressions were stern and meticulous, resembling ruthless killing machines.

Soon.

Splash—

The sound of iron chains echoed as the ships anchored securely. People on the port and the ships were loudly discussing something, then the gangways from the ships were lowered.

A portly man, dressed in a long, earthy-yellow robe and adorned with numerous ornate rings, disembarked from the warship.

He was the Master of Finance of the new dynasty.

Illyrio, who had traveled thousands of miles to Astapor to purchase the Unsullied, had returned.

He led Viserys' plunder of the vast wealth of the ruling family of Pentos to Slaver's Bay and brought back five thousand elite Unsullied warriors.

His journey took nearly a year, during which there was no news from him. Viserys even thought Illyrio had gone missing.

However, he finally returned today.

As an elite force, five thousand Unsullied was an enormous number, and their combat power was even more astonishing.

Illyrio's negotiation skills were commendable. With Viserys' wealth, he bargained and nearly bought all the Unsullied in Astapor.

It's worth noting that Astapor only had eight thousand qualified Unsullied left, the rest were still unfinished products, not fully trained.

Astapor paid great attention to the quality of their merchandise. They would never sell Unsullied who hadn't completed their training as finished products.

Doing so would only tarnish the reputation of the Unsullied and the business reputation of Astapor.

The Unsullied army, composed of five thousand soldiers, stayed at the port. Illyrio, who had just completed his mission and returned to Pentos, rode a carriage to the palace atop the Nine Towers.

"Master Mopatis."

Servants along the way bowed to him.

Illyrio, however, paid them no mind. He hurriedly walked to meet Viserys, inquiring about the arrangements for the five thousand Unsullied.

"So this is the Harpy?"

Viserys toyed with a command staff that Illyrio had handed over to him. It was said that the Unsullied would unconditionally execute the commands of the person holding this staff.

Even if it was to attack their former masters.

"Yes, Your Grace."

The portly Illyrio stood before Viserys' desk, speaking respectfully.

This long journey had only made his skin a bit darker due to prolonged sun exposure, with no other effects.

He hadn't even lost weight. It seemed that no matter where he went, Illyrio never forgot to indulge himself.

"Brick and blood built Astapor, brick and blood built her people."

"Astapor was once a colony of the Ghiscari Empire. The symbol of the Ghiscari Empire was this monster with a woman's body and bat wings for arms."

"Later, the Ghiscari Empire was annihilated by the Freehold of Valyria about five thousand years ago. Today, Astapor, Yunkai, and Meereen are cities built by the survivors of the Ghiscari Empire."

Illyrio explained. Slaver's Bay was built on the

ruins of the Ghiscari Empire and has now become the hub of the global slave trade.

"How do you plan to arrange these Unsullied warriors?"

Illyrio then asked.

Using the Unsullied to maintain city defense seemed a bit extravagant. These elite warriors shouldn't be used for such simple tasks.

However, the kingdom is currently at peace, and aside from staying in the city, the Unsullied have nowhere else to go. Moreover, the Unsullied don't rob or rape, making them the best choice for city defense.

"Let's keep them in Pentos for now." Viserys pondered for a moment before speaking.

If a war arises, they can be dispatched to join the conflict. For now, Pentos needs to recuperate. The previous wars were too frequent, and Viserys wants his soldiers to calm down and get ample rest.

They will quietly wait for the battle between Robert's Seven Kingdoms Alliance and the White Walkers.

In the afternoon.

Viserys, fully armored and riding a white horse, inspected the Unsullied troops in the grandest square in Pentos.

Each Unsullied soldier stood tall, holding a spear and a round shield, unmoving under the cold wind beneath the sun.

"This is Andal, Rhoynar, and the First Men, the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and the protector of the realm, the Lord of Andalos, the protector of Pentos, the 'True Dragon' crowned by the Seven Gods, King Viserys Targaryen III."

The guard standing next to Viserys announced loudly, his voice echoing in the silence, reaching far and wide.

Whoosh~A cold wind blew, the five thousand Unsullied soldiers below didn't make a sound. Their faces were resolute under their spiked helmets, their eyes lifeless. The long list of titles and the dazzling glory of Viserys couldn't make them flinch.

"From now on!"

"He is your king!"

The guard, seeing this scene, swallowed hard, then continued to shout, trying to make sure all the Unsullied could hear.

However, the eyes of the Unsullied were locked on the young man with silver-gold hair and the Harpy command staff hanging from his waist.

They didn't submit to him because he was a king, a protector, or a dragon lord.

But because of the Harpy command staff hanging from his waist. This was akin to the tiger tally for commanding the Unsullied.

The most important part of the 'training' the Unsullied received, even more important than their combat skills, was...

Obedience.

Viserys rode on a snow-white warhorse, the Harpy command staff hanging from his waist.

He quietly observed the Unsullied army lined up in front of him, a powerful pressure bearing down on him.

This was the visual and psychological oppression brought about by the uniformity of five thousand people.

"Terrifying."

"Everything about the Unsullied serves obedience."

Viserys thought silently.

Including the removal of their male characteristics, making them focus on combat, without any other desires. Erasing their personalities, emotions, self, and even humanity.

After the Unsullied received their spiked helmets, they had to wear masks to the slave market, buy a newborn, and kill the baby in front of its mother, then compensate the baby's slave owner for his loss.

Viserys' guards finished all their words, and the Unsullied below remained motionless, without any response.

Viserys' guard looked a bit awkward, turning his head to look at his king.

"Your Grace."

"This..."