Chapter 323

He was sitting in a large room in one of the Mansions of the now dead Good Masters and looking over at the city of Astapor.

If he had the time, resources and patience then he would have definitely liked to liberate this city. To free all the slaves and give them a good life.

But as it was, he knew that if he tried to free the slaves, then all the Cities around him would instantly become his enemies. Mostly because all of their economy relied on Slaves.

If that happened, then even he won't be able to save the city and it's inhabitants no matter what.

There was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it." Missandei, whom he had taken as his assistant stood up and left to open the door.

The door opened and Muron entered the room and dragged another man with him.

The man's face was bruised, one of his eyes were swollen shut and he was not even able to stand on his own feet.

"Who is this Muron?" he asked as Muron threw the man in front of him.

"This…" Muron said as he kicked the man for sheer amusement "Is one of the Wise Master of Yunkai, here on some business with the Good Masters. And he has some good information for us."

"Does he?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and turned to look at the man "What kind of information?"

"Ships." Muron replied with a bloodthirsty grin. "Of the three Cities in this side of the Slavers Bay, Yunkai has the largest Fleet. He says that if we threaten the Wise Masters with the Unsallied army then they would be more than willing to part with some of those ships."

He thought about it and then nodded.

"Gather the Food and supplies. Fill the ships we have and create a blockade around Yunkai." He said and turned to Grey Worm, who was chosen as the leader of the Unsallied. "Keep 3,000 of the Unsallied in the city for the protection of the Freed Slaves. March the rest to Yunkai. I want every ship they have. Once we get the ships we need, we'll return and take the 3000 Unsallied and the 40,000 skilled workers and then leave for Westeros."

Both the men nodded and left the room.

Once they closed the door behind, he turned to Missandei "Do you know of any songs Missandei."

"Only the ones from my home."

"Where is your home?" he asked.

"Naath." She replied.

"Sing me a song from Naath then." He said and looked outside at the city and the people whom he would not be able to help.