early morning.

The bright sun shone in through the half open window.

The room was bright.

Noise, birdsong, mixed with other unique sounds every day, kept coming from a distance.

Although the voice is weak.

But it seemed to be an alarm clock to wake Morgan up.

When Morgan opened his eyes.

Aphra was hugging him tightly, while missander curled herself into sleep.

Morgan has heard that a person's personality can be seen from his sleep posture.

He took it very seriously.

A few months ago.

When he just photographed Aphra from the slave dealer.

Aphra's sleeping position was similar to that of missander, and she even held herself tighter.

Now I've slept with him for a long time. Obviously, I've changed my old way of sleeping.

This is the heart's sincere sense of security, and the body will naturally follow the changes.

Obviously, it will take some time for missander to get to this point.

Today is an important day for trading with the great slave owner krazny.

Morgan turned over and got up.

With this move, he woke up and opened his eyes.

As soon as she opened her mouth, missander, who was curling up to sleep, woke up and opened her eyes for the first time.

The first sight of the bright and spacious strange room in front of me.

Missander's pupils shrank sharply.

But soon, the brain reacted quickly, the eyes focused, saw the naked man on one side and said, "good morning, master."

"Good morning..."

Morgan smiled.

It is said that it is most embarrassing to wake up the next morning after the trip.

But Morgan didn't feel it at all.

He wanted missander to see not only her body, but also her ability.

I didn't expect to meet each other so soon.

Give each other some time to get used to it.

He is still very tolerant of his women.

But I didn't have a room because of my negligence yesterday, so I slept together.

But if you go to bed early, you go to bed.

He doesn't have any remorse. It's all his women anyway.

Naturally, I won't feel embarrassed at this time.

As for whether his two female slaves would be embarrassed, he didn't think about it.

"Get up, today is an important day..."

Morgan said and patted Aphra's smooth buttocks in his arms, but he didn't expect that Aphra immediately rubbed his buttocks on Morgan's smooth body, which made him angry and run up.

But it's not business time.

Morgan resisted her desire, and afra in her arms asked the question she had puzzled her all night yesterday: "do you really want to exchange siglia for those slave traders?"

Morgan's face changed slightly and didn't speak.

The change of the master's expression made Aphra tremble in her heart.

She clearly felt the change in her master's mood.

This is a question she doesn't like to ask.

Of course, Morgan knew clearly the emotional changes of afra in his arms. He knew that the little female slave was nervous. He just smiled and said, "you'll know at that time..."

"Get up."

Morgan said, turning over and getting up.

Seeing all this with her own eyes, missander seemed to know more about her master.

Aphra was filled with remorse.

At this time.

In the corner.

Siglia, a young dragon curled up on a delicate and thick blanket, also made a strange sound of getting up.

The three are busy.

After washing, Morgan stood in front of a fairly clear glass mirror.

He took out the Dragon Armor forged from the scales of the Dragon history spear leather from the Middle Earth world.

Today is the beginning and the most important day of all his plans in the world.

All his previous preparations can be said to be basically for today's step.

If everything goes well today.

Then in the future, his plan can continue to be implemented as desired.

Today, failure is not allowed.

Soon, he shaved his beard, tied his ponytail and wore dark red armor.

A cold, thick and deep strong breath arises spontaneously.

It's not just Morgan's costume change today.

As Morgan's close female slave, Aphra also wore leather armor.

A sharp dagger is pinned to the waist.

That's what Morgan asked.

As for missander, the same is true, even if she still plays the role of translator today.

But Morgan didn't want an accident with his new slave.

It also made missander wear relatively comfortable leather armor.

He also pinned a dagger around his waist.

After a big breakfast in the room.

Morgan set off when everything was ready.

Not long.

Afra's carriage left the "desire time" tavern and headed for pride square.

At the same time.

Pride square.

In the past, we can see a large number of various slave displays on the square. Today, all of them are replaced by a square of clean soldiers wearing black armor, black helmets, short swords around the waist, one holding shields and one holding sharp spears.

Tall, fully armed with armor and long guns, the army of clean soldiers in a neat line is amazing just standing there.

Fortunately, the pride square is large enough.

It can hold 8000 regular soldiers without dirt and 4000 soldiers without dirt who are still in training.

Except for the slave owner's supervisor who walked around with a whip.

The neat and clean army square is extremely quiet.

On the contrary.

In front of a large army of neat and clean people.

A large number of astapor nobles dressed in colorful Toka skirts are gathering together, and the long table temporarily placed in front of them is filled with all kinds of food and fruit.

Slave owners and nobles who had received early notice of their arrival chatted while eating under the shade.

The most central position is the number of great slave owners headed by krazni, who is claimed by the astapo ruler.

Time passed slowly.

The light mass in the eastern sky is also gradually rising.

The sun began to get hot.

Krazny, the great slave owner, tasted the red wine in his cup and looked at the empty square gate with a slight frown.

On the other hand, grazdan, the little brother in the center of the slave owner, immediately said, "it's time. It's not time yet. Won't the boy westlot lie to us?"

"I don't think so. I heard from the other party yesterday that I came here from King's landing city just for us who have no dirt..."

"If that boy dares to lie to us, I'll cut his bird and sell it to Yuankai tomorrow..."

"It's okay for you to sell that boy to Yuankai to pick up guests, but the female slave around him is very good. I like it. You have to give it to me..."

"Milota has a crush on the slave, and missander is mine..."

"Well, you think so. Missander is Lord krazny's clerk..."

"The young dragon belongs to Lord krazny. A female slave can give it to my head office... Besides, Lord krazny has sold the missander..."

"Don't worry, he can't run. I've sent someone to watch. As long as he has abnormal movements, he will report to me..."

“......”

Several big slave owners talked about it one after another.

Krazny, who sat firmly on the throne, listened silently.

Just quietly tasting the wine in the glass.

Not long.

A horse hoof suddenly came from the direction of the square gate.

Krazny and a group of slave owners immediately looked over.

I saw a girl with tulle and beautiful eyes of green, driving a two seat carriage in front of the square gate.

It was the female slave who followed the boy Morgan from westero yesterday.

Inside the car.

"Master, how can you speak valerian?"

Missander looked at her Master Morgan in surprise and asked.

The host can understand, so why did you let yourself translate yesterday.

Missander was surprised.

Morgan doesn't think so. The reason why he can quickly understand and learn a new language is naturally due to the system in his body.

Heard the meaning of missander's words.

Morgan smiled: "of course, I want to know what those people really think..."

Morgan looked calm as he spoke, but missander couldn't calm down when she heard his master's words.

Yesterday, she heard several slave owners say a lot of ugly things in the process, and scolded Morgan as a fool, fool and so on.

It's just that the master doesn't understand.

But the master clearly understood, not only did he not get angry, but also remained unmoved. Finally, he politely and politely negotiated a deal with several slave owners orally.

How can this not surprise missander.

But Morgan was not in the mood to pay attention to missander's careful thinking.

Just thought of the system.

So he immediately called the system out again.

"Brush..."

The familiar pale white virtual digital current flickers and jumps.

In an instant, various numbers began to appear in front of Morgan.

[Time Traveler: Morgan]

[race: human]

[biological level: Level 2]

[soul power: 1]

[attributes: strength LV7; physique lv8; agility lv6; spirit lv6]

[abilities: general language; Muay Thai Lv2; white crow sword (mastery) lv4; bow and arrow (mastery) lv4; rock body (special skill); dragon power (special skill); charge (special skill); mental shock (special skill); eagle eye (special skill); flash (special skill); any door (special skill)]

[talent: Intimacy (special skill)]

[current world exploration progress: 0.99%]

【......】

"There is no change in the data panel and a few days ago..."

"The current exploration progress became 0.99% more than a month ago..."

"Obviously, this is the progress stuck..."

"At this time, unless you participate in or trigger events that can affect the whole world, the exploration progress will always be stuck at 0.99%..."

Look at the front panel.

Morgan has a better understanding of the data on the panel.

Just then.

The speed of the carriage suddenly slowed down.

Morgan immediately dispersed the virtual panel in front of him and his mind returned to reality.

He opened the curtains and looked out.

Sure enough, Morgan knew that the carriage had reached pride square.

When the carriage stopped safely.

Morgan, with an elf sword on his waist and dark red majestic armor, pulled out of the carriage with missander and a cage shrouded in black cloth and walked in the direction of the great slave owner krazny.

In the square, the eyes of all the slave owners and nobles focused on Morgan.

"Are they?"

"Morgan, the" triple champion "of the martial arts competition from Westeros, has a very rare dark red armor. You see, he should be wearing..."

"What's under the black cloth is the real dragon?"

"No, it's a real dragon and a young dragon, otherwise how can it fit..."

"I haven't seen a real dragon since I was born..."

"Then you have to see clearly this time..."

"It's said that the grown-up real dragon can spit out flames, destroy the sky and destroy the earth, and can easily break through the huge wall of the hard city and occupy one side... Is that boy crazy? So powerful real dragon actually wants to sell it?"

"You know that's the real dragon when you grow up..."

"He changed to 8000. No, he is more than 10000 powerful dirt free soldiers. Isn't it the same?"

"Such a large number of people without dirt is a disaster for ordinary troops and small cities..."

"If I choose, I will choose the real dragon and the young dragon..."

"Hey, hey, let you choose. You think too much..."

In Pride square, all slave owners and nobles with colorful Toka robes looked at Morgan and talked.

Morgan went straight to the great slave owner krazny.

After a brief courteous conversation.

Krazny began to point to the huge army of dirt free people in the dark ahead and began to introduce Morgan.

"Over there..."

"All the soldiers over there are still clean soldiers who have not finished training."

"But even if the training has not been completed, the strength of our young soldiers is far better than those mercenaries who are afraid of life and death..."

The bald man introduced his army of clean people with great pride.

Missander is still translating back and forth for Morgan and krazny.

Maybe today missander's owner became Morgan.

Kluth Ni work in just ways today. He is not sure that he can make complaints about Morgan.

"There..."

"From there on, they are all our best dirt free warriors..."

"I dare say that there is no other army in the world that dare to compare its combat effectiveness with those without dirt..."

"You know, in the original" battle of kohor ", 3000 dirt free people blocked a huge army of 50000 doslaks..."

“......”

Krazny began to brag about the achievements of the clean army.

After some boasting.

Morgan's conversation with krazny finally returned to the deal.

At this time, krazny took out an exquisite short staff made of gold and began to introduce and show it to Morgan.

After watching krazny hold high the golden scepter and easily command all the clean warriors.

Morgan's heart is full of expectations.

Just as he said, he reached out to try the golden scepter.

Krazny refused, accusing afra, who was holding a black cloth cage, and said, "hand in the dragon with one hand and the scepter with the other."

Morgan then went to Aphra.

He lowered his head and whispered a few times on the black cloth, then lifted the black cloth.

The young dragon under the black cloth showed his true face. Not far away, a group of slave owners and nobles immediately stretched their necks.

Then.

Morgan opened the cage, and the young dragon siglia immediately flew out of the cage, with a chain tied to her foot ring, which was prepared for the transaction.

When Morgan came to the big slave owner with siglia, a young dragon tied to an iron chain.

He could see krazny's face full of excitement.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly. Morgan reached out and handed the iron chain to the big slave master in front of him: "here..."

Krazny excitedly took the chain and handed Morgan the golden scepter.

Morgan, who took the golden scepter, jumped in his heart.

After taking a deep breath, he strode to the neat army of clean people in the distance.

Behind you.

Looking at the master's stride away, little siglia immediately became excited, roaring and screaming, struggling to be afraid of beating her wings.

Although siglia was only about one meter in shape at this time, she struggled hard. Krazny, the big slave owner, couldn't hold the chain in her hand for a moment.

Didn't pay attention to the movement behind.

Morgan's face had become very cold when he came to the neat and uniform army of clean people with a golden scepter.

"Dirt free..."

Holding a golden scepter, Morgan gave the first order to the black army in front of him.

His voice was louder and clearer than that of krazny, the former great slave owner.

The voice fell.

"Wow..."

All the spotless soldiers in the square immediately gathered their shields and made a posture ready for battle.

The action is uniform, neat and rapid

Let Morgan, the messenger, see his heart boiling.

"Those without dirt, move forward..."

Morgan gave orders again with a cold face.

Next second.

All who have no dirt move forward immediately.

"Bang Bang..."

The footsteps roared and the movements were neat and uniform.

Looking at it, it doesn't look like human training, but more like the army of elves in the Middle Earth world.

Morgan smiled.

Look at the army coming towards you.

He knew that if he didn't order, these clean warriors would go on.

"Stop!"

Issue the command again.

"Bang!"

The army of the unsullied stopped at once.

Test here.

Morgan finally knew that the army of clean people in front of him really belonged to himself.

"Hey, boy, what's the matter with your dragon?"

"Why can't you keep quiet..."

"Calm him down, or our deal won't count..."

Just then.

I heard the angry voice of the great slave owner krazny behind me.

Morgan raised his mouth and turned around. His face had become incomparably cold and indifferent.