Even through the thick the Black Wall, the slaves, people and merchants outside the Black Wall could not have completely missed the sound of fighting inside the Black Wall and the huge movement when the golden thunder fell.
However, the towering the Black Wall is like an indestructible cage, completely isolating the inside and outside, preventing the noise inside the wall from being transmitted to the outside.
Lys knew this very well, so he ordered his most trusted confidant Ryan to lead a team of people to closely guard the entrance and exit of the Black Wall.
Unless someone can walk on the wall like a bird, absolutely no one can cross this insurmountable barrier.
Some businessmen began to worry. They were worried that changes in the Black Wall would affect their business.
Most slaves showed a numb attitude towards the fighting inside the walls. They just lay down again and continued to live their miserable lives.
Only a few slaves wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but their actions were often quickly discovered and killed by the guards. Those who could actually escape were extremely rare.
When the sun slowly rises and a new day begins, Pentos seems to have returned to its former peace.
However, the city-state has actually fallen into a state of standstill.
The death of a large number of nobles resulted in a vacuum of power and influence, which urgently needed to be refilled and divided.
The originally spacious Great Council hall seemed a little empty now. Redd was sitting on the first seat, and his figure looked particularly tall against the high seat.
Lys sat quietly aside, his presence adding a dignified atmosphere to the whole scene.
However, in stark contrast to the emptiness of the first and second seats, the seats below were occupied by representatives of the remaining ten families of Pentos.
They were once the masters of this city, possessing supreme power and wealth, but now they are curled up like frightened quails, sitting at the bottom.
Their gorgeous robes were soaked with cold sweat, as if these former governors had lost all their majesty and confidence at this moment.
Redd looked around and saw that these once arrogant people were now so humble. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile.
He stood up slowly, his tall figure looking more majestic in the parliament hall.
"From now on," Redd's voice echoed in the empty hall, with an unquestionable majesty, "I will take over the entire Pentos."
His eyes scanned the faces of each representative, "As long as you obey, you will all survive."
This sentence hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, and no one dared to raise any objection.
The representatives nodded one after another and said yes one after another, each one acting more obedient and obedient than the last.
Obviously, last night's purge had given them enough shock, making these people completely shrouded in fear.
Redd looked at everyone's reaction with satisfaction, then turned to Lys and said:
"Restore order in the city and trade in the port as quickly as possible, and I will ask Douglas to assist you."
His words were concise and decisive, revealing his control of the situation and clear requirements for the task.
Although Lys was a little dissatisfied in his heart, he knew the purpose of Glass's visit, so he did not dare to refute at all. He could only nod and bow, saying that he would definitely comply.
He knew very well that Glass was here to monitor him. If he was not careful, he might not even be able to save his life, let alone his position as head of state.
At this point, Lys felt that there was no way back, and he could only accept the reality helplessly.
However, he felt that he was lucky enough to be able to save his life and position as head of state.
Moreover, surrendering to Dragon King's command does not seem to be a particularly shameful thing for Lys.
At this moment, all he could think about was how to establish a good relationship with this new owner so that he could survive better in the days to come.
While Lys was thinking hard, Pentos had undergone earth-shaking changes overnight.
Despite the regime change, the city restored livelihood and trade at an astonishing rate.
Redd is obviously a very capable leader. He first started to reorganize the army. In order to firmly control the military power,
He decisively appointed Marcus as commander and made Ryan his deputy, responsible for reorganizing the soldiers he had conquered last night.
After some careful deployment and arrangements, Redd successfully expanded the number of 20,000 people brought by Dragonstone to 50,000, more than doubling the number of people!
In this way, the force in his hands was greatly enhanced, and his control over Pentos became more stable.
Time flies, and three days have passed in the blink of an eye. During these three days, the operation of Pentos has returned to its previous level, and everything seems so calm and orderly.
However, on this day, an unexpected visitor broke the tranquility - the messenger of Braavos arrived.
As the envoy of the victorious party, he held his head high and his face full of triumph.
Due to his hurried schedule, he had no time to inquire about the actual situation in the city. Naturally, he had no way of knowing that Pentos had changed owners.
Redd stared blankly at the envoy who looked like a clown in front of him, listening to him brag eloquently about the power of Braavos's army and how they easily defeated Pentos.
Not only that, this envoy who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth went so far as to ask for huge compensation, as well as the cession of the fertile land between the two cities and the control of the waters.
Redd suppressed the irritability in his heart and listened to the messenger's chatter without expression.
Finally, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Gui Lys beside him, and asked calmly, "Do you think it would be better to hang him, or behead him?"
Nei Lys barely hesitated at all and blurted out. "Behead him. Send his head back this way, the effect should be better."
Redd The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile.
He rested his hands on the table, turned his head slightly, his eyes fell on Lys, and said with a half-smile, "Since it was your choice, then it's up to you to do it."
After hearing this, Lys immediately stood up and walked down the steps without saying a word.
He took a sharp sword from the hand of the maid on the side, and then steadily walked towards the envoy who was kneeling on the ground by the guards.
It was only then that the envoy who was still boasting realized the seriousness of the matter as if he had woken up from a dream.
But it was already too late - I saw Lys holding his sword and dropping it. A cold light flashed through, and the messenger's head separated from his body in an instant and rolled to the ground.
And his eyes were still full of incredible fear and despair until his death.