Chapter 320

4 portkeys and 6 hours of broom flight later.

Astapur was an unimpressive city.

For all that it had a history as long and old as the Valyrian empire, the city itself did not generate any feeling of awe in him.

It's walls were small, old and decaying. And the city was filled with slaves, so all the more reason to hate it.

Another reason he hated the city instantly was because while slaves existed in the other Free Cities as well, they were never treated so badly as they were treated in this place.

Truly, the city was worse than hell for the poor slaves.

He walked around the city for a few hours, using magic to repel any unwanted attention before he finally decided that there was only so much cruelty he could see in a day and returned to the dock which was filled with ships.

Half of them were his ships but the other half were made of merchants galleons and brigs, Slaver galleys and fishing boats.

He entered an empty alley and called Muron.

"My lord." Muron said as he picked up the call.

"Meet me in the Drunken Horse Tavern in front of your flagship." He said.

"You're already here?" Muron asked in surprise.

"I am. Come and meet me."

"I will my lord." And then he cut the call.

Half and hour later.

He and Muron sat at the corner of the tavern. Once the waitress left, he put a sound barrier around them and turned to Muron who seemed to have grown a large beard during this journey "Have you contacted the Good Masters yet?" he asked.

Muron scratched his neck "Nah… The boys are still unpacking the merchandise and all."

"Merchandise?" he asked, curious "What merchandise?"

"Oh you know… Stuff."

"What stuff Muron?" he asked as a suspicion grew in his mind. His eyes narrowed "Have you attacked any merchant ships on you way here Muron?"

Muron shook his head "No my lord. Even though those merchants ships looked so fat, juicy and ready to be devoured. We're good folks now. So we didn't attack them.��

Using a legilimency probe told him that Muron was telling him the truth. Aside from a few skirmishes with some pirates and slavers, his journey here had been fairly easy.

"Hmm…" he nodded "What merchandise are you talking about then?" he asked.

"Before leaving, Celly told me about all the important stuff that would make us the greatest profit in the Cities on the way to Astapor. So we departed Bolton Port with a good deal of leather, Rice Wine, Books, Ice and Glass which we sold at Pentos. Then we bought a good many things which we sold at Dorne then repeated the process in Lys, Volantis and then finally at Astapor. Have to say, we've made quite a good amount of profit from this side business." Muron said "I could even understand why those fat Merchants spend so much of their time trading."

He nodded.

He had not told Muron to not do any trading and Muron did make good time to Astapor so there was really no reason to chastise his Fleet Admiral.

Plus, Muron did made a good deal of gold so there was that as well.

"I see. Put someone else in charge of the trade for now." He said "We'll go and meet the 'Good' Masters tomorrow morning."

Muron nodded and he removed the Sound muffling spell as the tavern wench came with their order.

Muron groped the mature woman who giggled at his administrations and winked at him before leaving.