Grandpa Universe In Multiverse

Chapter 98: Damn the Slavers

He was greeted by fat Slavers inside the market. They eyed him like he was made of gold. Soon a slave master with the best clothes and ornaments on came to him.

"All-father, maybe I can help you in finding what you are looking for." He said as his face fat throbbed with each word.

"Ah... Yes. I want to buy Unsullieds. Do you sell them?" Alexander asked.

"Yes yes... we do sell them. Please follow me and I'll take you to our finest merchandise." The slaver signaled him to follow.

"By the way, my name is Xark Zex, people call me big master." The merchant introduced himself.

~let's see his sins.~

||Xark Zex - Category 4

Murder - 45

Indirect Murder - 1,987

R*pe - 1,799

Indirect Infanticide - 1,644

Sin percentage - 88%||

~*Sigh* why do I even bother reading their sins? They all deserve to die by default.~

Xark took him to a large open field. Nearly 5 thousand Unsullieds stood there in neat and clean light armor and a square matrix.

"These are our best unsullied. How many do you want?" He asked.

"How many do you have?" Alexander asked.

Xark's eyes shown as he sensed big money. "In total, we have 10,000 Unsullieds in the city"

"How many are in training?"

"20,000 in training. Only 8,000 of them will live to become an Unsullied." He proudly informed.

"Hmm... I'll buy them all. How much do you want?" Alexander asked.

All the slave masters started to talk between themselves. One of them may have felt invincible so he decided to berate Alexander in their new Valyrian and Ghiscari tongue.

The slave masters took pride in being remnants of the old original Ghiscari empire but the ancient language was lost to them.

"Zis skit kew zints who caxan fuupp axanythick? Bungick selcolol(This shit god thinks he can buy anything? Fucking sorcerer.)" The man said.

But suddenly the ground started to vibrate under the slave master's feet and soon it was lifted up in the sky. It went all the way to 1000 feet.

"Peniz axand supoliel din blenk eb vo um yeep faxachaxald teucko. Pum saxaw Khiscaxali liso pi baxarr, pe ug waxank klaxank zo saxamo baxato te ug tee?(Don't act superior in front of me with your bastard tongue. I saw Ghiscari rise and fall, do you want me to grant you the same fate?)" Alexander said in pure Ghiscari tongue. Which even the best of Slave masters found hard to understand but they still understood the gist of it.

"We are sorry for disgracing you, All-father. Please let Hyxa come down," Xark pleaded.

"Sure," Alexander agreed. The stone on which the slave master was standing in the air vanished. Hyxa fell to his death and turned into an ugly mess.

"Now, how much for all the slaves in the city?" Alexander asked while conjuring a seat and sitting down.

"What? You mean Unsullieds right?" Xark nervously confirmed.

"You heard me the first time. Just say the price... Or" as he said that the ground again started shaking.

"Ah yes yes... We can sell you all. But let me bring all the Good Masters here first." he and hurriedly sent his assistants.

~That was easy. He's bringing all the Slavers to me to judge.~ Alexander internally thought.

After an hour all the Slavers had gathered there. One of the Slavers had a little girl with him whom Alexander recognized. It was a 3-4-year-old Missendei. She was probably just recently kidnapped by some unknown pirates from the Island of Naath. It was really a weird island. A special kind of poisonous butterflies lived there and the islanders were immune to them.

Naathi people have a unique look to them with flat faces, dark skin, and golden eyes. They are called the Peaceful People, due to their belief in extreme pacifism. They make music rather than war and kill nothing, not even animals, eating only fruit and never flesh. They are widely sought after by slavers who consider them to make the best slaves.

Before the Doom of Valyria, Naath used to be a major exporter of silk from silkworm caterpillars. The Naathi also exported fine handicrafts and delicate spiced wine. The Naathi's shimmering silks could be found in markets throughout the Seven Kingdoms and the Free Cities at that time.

But, the slaver raids became so frequent after the Doom that the Naathi abandoned their coasts to take refuge in the hills and forests of the interior. As a result, the export trade has largely collapsed in the past four hundred years, and Naathi silks are less and less frequently seen in the world's major cities.

~Hmm... I guess I'll visit that place too. Such kind people don't deserve to face such hardships because of people's greed.~ Alexander thought.

"All-father, we have bought all the Slave Masters and they all have agreed to sell all their slaves to you," Xark said with a frowning smile.

"Haha... Good. And what's the price you have come up with?" Alexander asked.

"Aaa... It's ummm... We have decided on 30 million gold Dragons." Xark scaredly said, fearing that Alexander might not like it.

"Hahaha... Good. I like that price. Here, take these." Alexander waved his hand and 10 large chests filled with gold.

All the Slave Master had their mouths salivating seeing all that money. They all knew that 30 million was a big price for their slaves. Their minds were jumping thinking that this was the best trade deal in the history of trade deals.

One by one, they all gave Alexander their master sticks which signifies that they were the masters of the slaves they owned.

Then the master that brought Missendei turned around and started to walk away with her. She looked at him with longing eyes.

"WAIT! I'll be keeping that girl too" Alexander loudly stopped him.

The slaver turned and showed his disgustful face. "She's not for sale."

"And I wasn't asking" As soon as his words fell, the Slaver got swallowed by the ground.

One by one, all the Slave masters started to disappear into the ground. Xark looked at him with a horror-filled face.

"Why are you killing us?"

"All of you, Category 3 or 4," Alexander replied.

Soon, the big field had turned silent. Alexander walked to little Missendei. He didn't ask her about her parents as he had looked in her mind. Her small village was attacked and her parents were killed.

He kneeled down and caressed her wrinkly hair. "What's your name, little one?"

"I-It's Missendei, All-father" she replied.

"Would you like to come with me? I'll take you to my family. There are many more children like you. My granddaughter Rina would love to be your friend." Alexander offered.

"Really? I can have friends, All-father?" She asked like it was the craziest thing.

"Yes, sweety. And no calling me All-father. Call me Grandpa. Now come, let's go." He said and made her sit on his shoulders. She was too small to quickly follow him around.

Then he called for Dobby and told him about the situation.

"Hmmm... Good thing you solved this without any major problems. The biggest problem with resettling the slaves is that they don't know how to do things without being ordered. This, in the end, causes great problems. I faced this in Asshai. I'll have to slowly introduce the working of the world to them. I'll appoint one of my assistant elves to administer here. What about the Unsullied? Their minds have been damaged and molded into serving their masters since the age of 5. I don't think we can change them without magic." Dobby explained.

"Then I'll take them to become my people. I'll fully heal them with magic. Their minds and body combined." Alexander said.

"You want to take them to Phixheim?" Dobby inquired.

"Yes. But I won't force them to stay. After they are healed, they can leave."

Dobby nodded. This was for the best. "Yes, you can also teach them various modern things. Like things about technology, bureaucracy, administration, modern warfare. This way when they return to the world they will be able to do good." Dobby suggested.

"Nice idea. Let's do this." Alexander agreed.

He looked at the Unsullieds and spoke in their tongue. "My children, forgive me that you had to face such hardships in your lives. When I see you, I don't see slaves or soldiers. I just see humans. Just like anyone else." Then he burned the master sticks.

"You are all free. You can do anything you want as long as it's not a crime, and I won't stop you. But I will also give you another option. I can heal all of your bodies. I can return what was taken away from you at a young age. You will have to live in my world for some time to heal yourself. There you will also be taught various kinds of things. And after you get healed, you can leave and live like a normal person or you can follow me. The choice is yours."

All the Unsullieds looked at the kind-looking god in front of them. After some seconds passed, they started to kick the ground with their feet.

Seeing their agreement, Alexander took them all to Phixheim. Alfred would take care of them from there.

"Alright Dobby, look after the city. I'll go to Yunkai now." He said and flew in the air. Little Missendei was scared at first but then started to giggle happily. Flying was such an amazing experience. Alexander also preferred to fly than apperate if not in an emergency.

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