The light ball in the eastern sky is gradually rising.

The sunlight began to slowly become hot.

The great slave owner Krazny tasted the red wine in his mouth, but he looked empty and frowned slightly in the direction of the square gate.

A piece of the little brother Glazdan, who is also a slave owner, immediately spoke, "It's already this time, it's not yet here. That boy Westeros won't lie to us, right?"

"It shouldn't be. I heard from the other party yesterday that I came here specifically from King's Landing City for us, the Unscrupulous..."

"That kid dares to lie to us. I will cut his bird tomorrow and sell it to Yuankai to pick up customers..."

"It's okay if you sell that kid to Yuankai to pick up customers, but the female slave next to him is very good. I like it, you have to give it to me..."

"Milotta fell in love with that female slave, and that Misandai is mine..."

"Ha, you think well, Misandai is the clerk of Lord Krazny..."

"The young dragon belongs to Lord Krazni, let a female slave give it to me... Besides, the Misandai has been sold by Lord Krazni..."

"Don't worry, he can't run away. I've sent someone to stare at me. As long as he has any abnormal movement, he will report it to me..."

“…”

Several great slave owners were talking and talking.

Krazni, who was sitting firmly at the main seat, heard it all and didn't say anything in his ears.

Just quietly savoring the glass of Chinese wine.

Not long after.

A sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the direction of the square gate passage.

Krazni and the slave owners immediately looked over.

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

It was the female slave who followed Morgan from Westeros yesterday.

Inside the carriage.

"Master, how can you speak Valyrian?"

Misander asked in surprise, looking at his master Morgan.

The master can understand it, so why did he ask himself to translate yesterday?

Misandai was surprised.

Morgan didn't care. The reason why he could quickly understand and learn a new language was naturally due to the system in his body.

I heard what Misande said.

Morgan smiled and said, "Of course I want to know the truest thoughts of those people..."

Morgan's face was calm when he spoke, but he couldn't calm down when he heard his master's words.

Yesterday, she heard several slave owners say a lot of ugly things in the process, and even called Morgan a fool, a fool, etc.

It would be fine if the owner couldn't understand this.

But the owner could understand it, not only did not get angry, but was also unmoved. Finally, he politely and politely negotiated a deal with several slave owners.

How can this not surprise Misandai?

However, Morgan did not have the attention to Misandai's little thoughts at this time.

Just thought of the system.

So he immediately summoned the system again.

"Brush..."

The familiar pale white virtual digital current kept flashing and jumping.

In a blink of an eye, various numbers formed began to appear before Morgan.

【Time Traveler: Morgan】

【Race: Human】

【Bio level: Second level】

【Soul Power: 1】

[Attributes: Strength lv7; Physical lv8; Agility lv6; Spirit lv6]

【Ability: Common Language; Muay Thai LV2; White Crow Sword Technique (Proficient) LV4; Archery (Proficient) LV4; Rock Body (Special Skill); Dragon Power (Special Skill); Charge (Special Skill); Spiritual Shock (Special Skill); Hawkeye (Special Skill); Rapid Flash (Special Skill); Any Gate (Special Skill)]

【Talent: Intimacy (Special Skill)】

[Current world exploration progress: 0.99%]

【...】

"The data panel has not changed a little bit from a few days ago..."

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

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

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

Looking at the front panel.

Morgan is also getting more and more aware of the data on the panel.

Just then.

The speed of getting off the carriage suddenly slowed down.

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

He opened the curtain and looked out.

Sure enough, the slightly familiar surrounding situation made Morgan know that the carriage had reached Pride Square.

When the carriage stops safely.

Morgan, wearing dark red majestic armor, took Misandai and a cage covered in black cloth, pulled out of the carriage and walked towards the direction where the great slave owner Krazny was in front.

In the square, all the slave owners and nobles focused on Morgan and the other two.

"Are they?"

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

"Then the black cloth is the real dragon?"

"Wrong, it's a real dragon and a young dragon, otherwise how can you hold it..."

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

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

"I heard that the true dragons who grew up can spit out flames, destroy the world, and easily break through the huge walls of the city and occupy one side... That guy is crazy, so the powerful true dragon is actually thinking of selling it?"

"You also know that it is the real dragon that grew up..."

"He was replaced by eight thousand, no, isn't it the same if he was more than ten thousand powerful Unsullied warriors?"

"Such a large army of purgatory is a catastrophe for ordinary troops and small cities..."

"If I were asked to choose, I would definitely choose the real dragon and young dragon..."

"Hehe, let you choose, you think too much..."

In Pride Square, all the slave owners and nobles with various toka robes looked at Morgan and talked a lot.

Morgan went straight to the great slave owner Krazny.

After the two of them made simple polite decisions.

Krazny began to point at the vast army of darkness ahead and began to introduce Morgan.

"there..."

"All the warriors over there are still untrained Unscrupulous warriors."

"But even if the training has not been completed, the strength of our young warriors is far greater than that of those mercenaries who are afraid of death..."

The bald man was extremely proud to introduce his army of Insulnerable people.

Misandé, who was beside him, was still constantly translating back and forth for Morgan and Krazny.

Perhaps it was because Misandai's owner today became Morgan.

Krazni's speech was obviously much more normal today, and he dared not complain and insult Morgan openly.

"There..."

"From that way, we are all our best Unscrupulous warriors..."

"I dare say that there is no other army in this world that dares to be comparable to the combat power of the Unscrupulous..."
To be continued...