Beginning of Jon's Plan

Jon followed by Slyvia on a carriage, travelled few miles away from the town of Astapor. After arriving at a secluded place, Jon and Slyvia topped their carriages.

Jon got up from his carriage and then brought out the two chests of the gold from the storage bracelet and placed one chest in each of the carriage.

After loading the coins in the carriage, Jon and Slyvia turned back and started their journey back to Astapor.

By the time they entered the city, it was almost noon. They arrived towards the mansion of Kraznys mo Nakloz and were guided to a plaza nearby the mansion by one of the slaves.

At one end of the plaza on a raised platform, Kraznys mo Nakloz along with the other good masters were sitting on comfortable chairs with an irritating smile and smug faces.

In the open area of the plaza, 6200 unsullied were standing in a proper formation showcasing their discipline.

At some distance behind them around 3000 boys of younger age, the trainees were also standing in proper formation.

Jon smiled in satisfaction and guided his carriage towards the raised platform. He stepped down from the carriage and climbed up the raised platform.

"I have brought the gold," said Jon with an emotionless voice.

The same old lady translated it for Kraznys mo Nakloz who nodded his head and two slaves walked towards the carriage. Very soon they unloaded both the chests and one of the good masters got up and opened them.

The sight of gold filling up the chests widened the smile present on the faces of the good masters.

"It seems the gold is more than you need to pay," said one of the good masters.

"Yes," chuckled Jon. "You can count and take the exact amount I need to pay. Leave the rest in the chest."

The other good masters laughed in amusement and two of them stepped forward to count the coins.

Meanwhile Kraznys mo Nakloz nodded his head and on other good master got up and brought up a scourge on a large tray towards Jon, "Control of Unsullied."

Jon picked up the scourge and turned towards unsullied.

"Step Forward," commanded Jon in Valyrian.

Jon speaking Valyrian took Kraznys mo Nakloz by surprise but he did not pay it much attention and kept his focus on the good masters counting the coins.

"When I made the deal to buy you all, your good master asked me my purpose," boomed Jon's heavy voice.

This announcement drew the attention of all the good masters and they even stopped counting the gold.

Jon continued, "I have a grand purpose. And for that grand purpose, I need a grand army. For my purpose, I need dedicated and resolute soldiers and warriors and not a slave army."

"Do you want to know my purpose?" Asked Jon in loud voice. No sound came in response but Jon continued, "My purpose is to build the greatest empire this world has ever seen. An empire greater than Valyria or the Ghiscari empire or the Targaryen empire."

"An empire where even poor feels safe and happy. An empire where a servant also is treated fairly and no slavery exist. And to achieve that dream, you will be the army I need. I free you all from the slavery."

At this moment, Jon threw the scourge in hand, "If you wish to leave, you are free to leave. But if you wish to join, you can join me."

"If you wish to join me, then help me take over this city. I am going to begin the path of my dream from this city. Join in me my cause," declared Jon.

Based on what he had seen in his previous life, Jon was taking a huge risk. He did not know if thing would play out as it did for Daenerys. But he had an alternative prepared to escape if things got of hand. During the three days he had roamed ideally around the city, Jon had marked every animal possible in the city. With a command form him, animal in thousands would flood the plaza and give the chance for Jon to escape.

The next few moments followed by Jon's declaration were of complete silence. No one reacted anyhow.

Kraznys mo Nakloz roared and broke the silence, "Kill him. Kill the bastard."

The other guards present near the raised platform and on the raised platform marched towards Jon.

Slyvia drew her sword and looked all around her, men surrounding them from all directions.

Jon stood still with his gaze fixed on the unsullied. He was waiting for the first unsullied to take action.

But the first commotion ensured not from below the plaza but on the raised platform.

From the corner of his eyes, Jon caught a maid with a collar around her neck made a sneak motion and forcefully snatched the spear from one of the guards marching towards Jon and plunged into his eyes.

Before any could react, she let out a wild scream and leaped towards the direction of one of the good masters and stabbed the spear into the chest of that good master. She did not stop here and stabbed her spear multiple times in the body of dead good master even after she died.

Her action sparked the fire and few of the unsullied, banged their spear on the ground and in no time dozens of guards were killed.

Finally, seeing the unsullied taking action, Jon sighed in relief and his tensed shoulders relaxed a bit.

Slyvia also engaged in battle and went on a rampage of slaughter.

Jon turned around and walked towards Kraznys mo Nakloz who shouted, "You bastard…"

"You should feel happy that, I told you my purpose," chuckled Jon.

Jon swung his sword beheading Kraznys mo Nakloz but not before saying, "And I am the Monarch."

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