Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

When the afterglow of the setting sun shone over the city of Astapor, the chaos in the city finally subsided.

Cleon walked down the street full of blood and corpses, like an old dog that had been castrated and abandoned.

Swarms of green flies were attracted by the smell of blood, flying in the smoky air, women in ragged robes moaned weakly on the side of the street, complaining about the tragedy that happened to them, several children with bloody heads In order to fight for the radishes scattered on the ground, they fought into a ball.

The scariest thing was the streets near the South City Gate, where corpses had blocked the roads, the buildings beside the streets were collapsed and charred, and there were traces of burning fire everywhere.

Bunches of greasy smoke hovered and rose in the ruins, like a rampant black python.

The city he was most familiar with has become the closest to hell in the world.

Just one day ago, Cleon was still sitting in the dream of being a good lord, but now, this dream has become a nightmare.

The horrific scene where Mrs. Urho was dragged out of the carriage by the rioters and torn into several pieces was destined to become a lingering nightmare in his life.

"Yes! That's him! The pig butcher!" A child led several Unsullied to appear in front.

Cleon seemed to realize something, but he didn't want to run away anymore.

Where else can I escape to?

So, he allowed the Unsullied to hold him back, escorting him to the Pride Square.

The square was filled with a strong smell of blood, but it was like this everywhere in Astapor at this time.

Kleon was brought up to the high platform in a trance, and knelt down in front of a wooden stake. At this moment, he woke up like a dream and realized that it turned out to be a guillotine.

The instinct to survive made him struggle: "No! I want to see His Majesty Caesar! I want..."

Swish——

The guillotine fell, and the shouting stopped abruptly.

Samwell stood on the high platform on the west side of the square, watching this scene expressionlessly.

The turmoil in the city has subsided, and the next step is liquidation.

Those who colluded with mercenaries, those who instigated rebellion, those who burned, killed and looted during the turmoil... were all brought to the square to be executed one after another.

Including the old nobles of Astapor, except for the underage children, Samwell took this opportunity to kill all of them.

It turned out that he didn't move these people because he didn't intend to control the city.

This is not where his foundation lies, and it is impossible for him to truly control it.

After getting the Unsullied, Samwell was ready to leave.

Unexpectedly, the strange event of the resurrection of the Harpy happened later, and he was also led to the ruined city shrouded in smoke, and Daenerys took half of the Unsullied on her own to liberate Yunkai and Meereen , This also gave some guys who were just about to move a chance, which led to this riot.

Fortunately, he came back in time, and things didn't completely get out of control.

Besides, Samwell just took this opportunity to wipe out all the old nobles in Astapor, and at the same time let those dishonest civilians and slaves jump out and take the opportunity to clean them up.

However, after experiencing this riot, Samwell has some new ideas about the current Astapor.

While meditating, I saw Katu Huya escorting a middle-aged man covered in blood over.

"Your Majesty, this person is Gillo Reha, the head of the Pike Corps."

Samwell turned around and looked at the embarrassed man in front of him with scrutiny.

"Your Majesty Caesar." Gillo said, blood was still in his mouth, and his speech was a little slurred, "Our Long Spear Corps also takes money to do things, and now we will admit it if we lose. As long as you are willing to spare us, the Qarth people will pay All commissions will be handed over to you."

Samwell frowned: "The people of Qarth paid for you to come to Astapor?"

"Yes. Xaro Xhoan Daxos of Qarth hired us on behalf of the Thirteen Giants. And the Cat Group too. If you don't believe me, you can ask Bloodbeard..." At this point, Ji Luo suddenly stopped up.

Because he suddenly remembered that Bloodbeard, the leader of the cat group, had died under the dragon flame.

"Xaro..." Samwell chanted this familiar name, recalling some deeds about this famous Qarth merchant tycoon in the original book, and gradually had a plan in his mind.

"Send someone to Xaro, and tell him that I have something to discuss with him." Samwell ordered, "After finishing this matter and handing over the commission for this employment, I will spare your lives."

"Okay!" Ji Luo quickly agreed, as if he was afraid that Samwell would repent, "Gods witness!"

Samwell waved his hand, motioning for the Unsullied to take him down.

"Have all the Unsullied outside the city returned?"

"There are still about 1,500 people who haven't come back." Katu replied, "I have already sent someone to notify. It is estimated that the search is relatively far away and they are still on the way back."

Samwell nodded and asked again:

"Any news from Daenerys?"

"I heard that she has led the army to capture Yunkai. But she didn't stay long, liberated the local slaves, and immediately marched to Meereen." Katu glanced at Samwell cautiously, seeing that he was not angry , before continuing, "Your Majesty, do you need to send someone to contact her?"

"No need." Samwell said lightly, with no joy or anger on his face, "How long can the food in the city last?"

"A batch was burned before, and a large amount of food was robbed by the rioters in this riot. Even if the rest is only for the Unsullied Legion, it can last for more than half a month at most."

"Didn't we plunder a lot of gold from the old nobles this time, as well as the ransom from the Long Spear Group and the Cat Group, to buy a batch of food back."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Katu agreed, but then worried, "But what will we do in the future? I'm afraid the food bought with these golds will not be enough to feed the whole city. Still unbearable…”

"Don't worry about that." Samwell showed a sarcasm smile, "And now it seems that the people of Astapor are not willing to farm. If this is the case, there is no need to force it. The future of Astapor , let the people of Astapor decide for themselves."

Katu seemed to understand something: "Your Majesty, are you planning to leave Astapor alone?"

Samwell glanced at him and said with a smile:

"What? Do you want to be king in Astapor?"

Kato scratched the back of his head: "That's not true. I actually wanted to return to Westeros a long time ago. The climate here makes me irritable, and those Ghis people always look at us with some repulsion."

"We will be able to go back soon." Samwell comforted, "But before we leave, we must make arrangements here. Go and inform the people of Astapor that a referendum will be held in Pride Square tomorrow, and everyone can vote. to decide whether to continue the slave trade."

"yes."