WILOW-Ch.340: Will This Be Enough?
Astapor City, Slaver's Bay
POV of Domeric Bolton
Two days later.
"Good Masters, my ass." Muron scoffed and spat on the ground, "They are just slave traders. Never seen bigger cunts than these fucks."
"Didn't the Iron Islanders also have thralls and salt wives?" Domeric asked.
"Before you took them away and essentially destroyed the whole economy of the Iron Islanders." Muron said with some bitterness, "Yes. We had. And didn't treat them well either. But we at least didn't resort to finding the cruelest way to break them." Muron shook his head and took a gulp from the wineskin. "I know this might sound a little weird coming from me, but there is something really wrong with those people."
"There is." He nodded. "What are your thoughts on the Unsullied?"
Muron mulled over his question for a moment before he spoke, "Never thought I'd say this, but they're better than your men. I'm not talking about your elite soldiers, of course. But they're better than your other trained soldiers."
Then he added after he took another gulp from the wineskin, "They don't fear. They don't feel pain like others. They don't feel remorse or guilt like normal humans." Muron shook his head. "I pity those who had to fight these Unsullied."
He nodded, "We will change their weapons. I will give them spears and swords made of Dragonglass. Add some magical armor to top that off…"
"And they'll fuck those White Walkers right up the ass."
He shook his head, "No. I was thinking about putting them in reserve." He said, "I'm sure that my men will be able to hold their own against the White Walkers, but I can't say the same for the others. The other lords don't have the resources that I do, so it would be better to send them some support."
Muron shrugged, not caring either way.
"So… you going to buy all of them?" Muron asked.
He nodded, "Tomorrow I'll talk with the Good Masters and 'persuade' them to sell me all the Unsullied in their command."
"The Unsullied are pretty expensive." Muron said, "Do we even have enough gold?"
"I don't really intend to pay the Masters, Muron." He said.
Muron grinned at his words, "I take it you have a plan."
"Yes. And believe me, the Good Masters won't even understand what happened to them." Domeric said, grinning.
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The next day.
Half a dozen Good Masters were sitting across the table from Domeric.
"I want to buy them all." He said, flanked by Muron and two of his lieutenants.
Kraznys mo Nakloz scoffed at him and spoke in the low Valyrian, "The Westerosi fucker thinks he could sell his ass and buy all the Unsullied. Ridiculous."
"He has brought 50 war galleys with him, Kraznys." The other Good Master said, "Let's hear what he has to say first."
As they were talking, he summoned his wand from his inventory under the table and started casting compulsion charms on them.
"There are 8,000 Unsullied in Astapor, Lord Bolton." The slave girl translated in the common tongue for him, "Is that what you meant by all my lord?"
This girl was the one Domeric had mentioned to Ygritte: Missandei.
Currently, Missandei was a polyglot slave serving as an interpreter for Kraznys mo Nakloz.
But Domeric had no intention of leaving it at that for long.
In another reality where Domeric didn't change the future, Missandei would eventually be freed by Daenerys and become her Lady's Maid, or handmaiden.
But for Daenerys, Missandei was much more than just a maid. Besides being her advisor, she was perhaps one of the few people Daenerys considered a true friend and truly trusted.
And Missandei's death was one of the biggest reasons Daenerys destroyed King's Landing.
Well... Domeric would be sure that none of this would happen in the future.
His mission as a Death Champion, given to him by Lady Death, and the primary goal of this world's destiny was the destruction of the White Walkers.
As long as Domeric remained true to his mission and didn't do anything that would complicate things, it wasn't too difficult for him to change how things were supposed to be in the future.
As for what duty he will give Missandei, if Ygritte didn't want to take her as her Lady's Maid, Domeric could take her as his personal maid.
In any case, when he established his empire and ascended the throne as Emperor, he would undoubtedly need a few personal maids.
Without them, many noble etiquette practices and event preparations would be impossible.
And Domeric didn't like those around him to be superficial, merely obedient individuals. If possible, he preferred them to be at least knowledgeable and skilled in some areas.
Missandei certainly met his criteria in this respect. After all, speaking 19 languages wasn't something everyone could master.
Domeric himself knew many languages. But many around him weren't yet multilingual.
Like his aunt, Ygritte, Lyra, Celly, and Mance.
It would be good for all of them to learn a few languages.
Especially Mance, as his ambassador, being fluent in more than one language was important.
Therefore, Missandei could teach the others a few languages when Domeric wasn't at the castle or working on one of his projects.
"Not the 8000 trained. But the 5000 who are still in training as well." He said as he continued casting the compulsion charms.
Kraznys opened his mouth to say something, but hesitated for a moment before he continued, "The Unsullied don't grow on trees. Ask the Westerosi savage how he intends to pay for the Unsullied."
"Good Master Kraznys asks how you intend to pay for the 13,000 Unsullied," Missandei asked him.
He clapped his hands, and the men waiting outside started bringing large trunks inside the room until there were 11 trunks in the room.
Kraznys looked at the trunks with suspicion and ordered one of the Unsullied to open the trunks. The Unsullied followed his orders and opened the lid of the trunks.
The first three trunks held gold coins from Westeros. Well... they weren't real gold coins. Domeric had transfigured them from the dirt.
The next seven trunks held pure gold bars that he'd transfigured from dirt as well.
And the final trunk held three dragon eggs that he once again transfigured from dirt.
All of them that would return to dirt again in a few days.
Kraznys and the other Good Masters looked at the coins, dragon eggs, and the gold bars in shock.
"Will this be enough?" he asked.
The girl, Missandei, translated his question to the Good Masters, who came out of their stupor and looked at him with a serious expression.
They discussed quietly with each other before Kraznys finally nodded at him.
"Done." He said in a heavily accented common tongue.
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