On the bloody battlefield, the Meereen people were still twitching on the ground.
"They are not trying to eliminate us! They are trying to delay our journey!" Gendry said.
Gendry's Iron Hammer smashed half of the Meereen man's head, his skull shattered, leaving a large hole. The Meereen man was about to die. But Gendry did not follow up with another attack. Qyburn walked over, still thinking about his plan for invincible Undead Guards.
"This is a very good sample!" Qyburn eagerly walked over. He carefully raised a spear, wanting to approach the Meereen man, Badak, whose head Gendry had half-smashed. He was a magnificent seven-foot-tall Gladiator.
The tip of Qyburn's spear was dark and viscous, a black substance, the venom of a black scorpion beast. This venom could reach the heart directly. Gendry also recognized this poison; Qyburn had taught him about various poisons, and he identified it at a glance. The scorpion beast's venom could cause instant death, but Qyburn had added coagulants to the toxin and processed it with black magic. The purpose was to make the Meereen man suffer immense agony, lingering on the brink of death, and then to see if he could be transformed into an Undead.
"I'll do it!" Gendry raised his spear and quickly and steadily stabbed Badak's body several times, especially in the heart and major arteries. But Badak let out a few painful wails, and the red blood on his body turned black. The grass died upon contact with this blood. However, after a few wails, the Meereen man completely died, his heart ceasing to beat.
"It failed! Is it impossible even for such a strong human body?" Qyburn's face showed a look of frustration, a sorrowful old face. Gendry also dropped the poisoned spear.
"It's still the effect of the red comet. The magic tide hasn't arrived yet, so it seems impossible to produce such powerful zombie Undead!" Gendry thought. The experiment's failure wasn't due to a bad sample. Qyburn didn't know the reason, but Gendry knew it was very likely due to the scarcity of magic elements. Only after the red comet would there be a possibility of success for such zombie Undead.
"Throw these gunpowder herbs down!" The Handsome Man gritted his teeth and ordered. The slaves dared not disobey his command. The slaves untied the ropes and brought three large boxes from the cart.
The three large boxes were pulled off the cart and thrown onto the ground. The boxes opened, and all the dry, Rust-colored gunpowder herbs, as precious as gold, were spilled onto the ground, forming a large pile of gunpowder herbs. The Handsome Man showed them to the Bandit Knights on the hill, letting them know these were real goods.
"This is my gift! Purple Beard! For you, for all of you!" The Handsome Man came to the rear of the team and loudly said to Purple Beard on the small hill. "If we fight to the death, you won't get any of these gunpowder herbs. I'll burn them all. You will have nothing; all you will gain is death!"
Purple Beard was silent on the hill. "These stubborn Northerners!"
"Going back to Myr is a dead end for you anyway. Why not come with me to Crown Town! With these gunpowder herbs, it won't be difficult to raise another Mercenaries team!" Purple Beard shouted.
"Thank you for your kindness, but the Wolf Pack never forgets!" The Handsome Man shouted, then told the slaves to continue forward.
Purple Beard's team remained unmoved until the Wolf Pack Company had gone far away. Only then did Purple Beard order his men to collect the few boxes of gunpowder herbs.
"Boss! We're just letting them go? Governor Kasu's mission!" Purple Beard's subordinate asked.
"Governor Kasu, what Governor Kasu. The two Meereen people he sent are damn brutes, what use are they? Take this batch of gunpowder herbs, and we'll still make a fortune!" Purple Beard sneered. "It's well known that I'm a Bandit Mercenaries; do Bandit Mercenaries need to be so trustworthy?"
"But what if Governor Kasu blames us?"
"Blame for what? Killing so many of my good men for this broken mission, is the reward enough? Let those Myr people fight among themselves; these gunpowder herbs are enough for us to recruit soldiers and horses."
... The Handsome Man saw a pot-bellied Myr merchant ship, the "Mead" on the coastline.
The Handsome Man initially thought it wasn't the Pirate King's flagship and was a bit puzzled, but he quickly spotted the Lysene.
"I thought you weren't coming?" Salador Saan, the Lysene pirate, appeared on the deck, accompanied by two old eunuch Unsullied. He was a smooth-talking man, also famous for his elaborate attire. He wore a bright outer garment woven with silver thread, with sleeves so long they dragged on the ground, and buttons carved into the shape of monkeys from jade. On his fine, bright white curly hair, he wore a beautiful fan-shaped green hat adorned with peacock feathers.
The Handsome Man led his team onto the ship. Gendry looked at Salador with interest. Salador was a descendant of the famous pirate family, the Saan family, and also a Lysene pirate and Mercenaries captain. He was also a good friend of Davos, the Onion Knight. He had multiple identities: he could be a smuggler, a merchant, a banker, and an infamous pirate.
The Old Pirate gave The Handsome Man a hug, then kissed him on both cheeks. "Still bearing wounds on your face. The Handsome Man I know isn't dead yet, but he's never been this disheveled. But what about Greybeard? I'm afraid he's turned into a ghost."
The Handsome Man said gloomily, "Greybeard is still in Myr. You must know the situation; Myr is very chaotic. Our commander's life is also uncertain at this moment."
"Oh, do you have my gift?" The Handsome Man gave the Old Pirate a spear, which was a weapon of the Meereen Gladiators.
"We encountered some trouble, even two Meereen Gladiators. In Myr, there are probably even more Meereen Gladiators. They are crude and barbaric, but excellent assassins."
"Meereen people, those brutish folk. It seems Governor Kasu's good friends are very willing to spend money!" Salador smiled.
"Your new ship?" The Handsome Man asked. This ship was not the Lysene pirate flagship, the Valyrian, but an ordinary-looking Myr merchant ship.
"I have twenty or thirty ships, and I also have many friends, old partners. Lending out ships is very simple for me. If it were my own ship, it would be too conspicuous."
"Are you pirating again?"
"Don't put it so harshly. If someone owes me money and doesn't pay it back, I'm very happy to confiscate their ship."
The Old Pirate then ordered his eunuch Unsullied to count the amount of gunpowder herbs. He picked up a bundle of gunpowder herbs and sniffed it. "Beautiful, an ancient smell, a local specialty of Myr. Governor Kasu was supposed to make a fortune this year, but unfortunately, his position is being targeted."
"Count it, lads! Although the Wolf Pack Company are my old friends, I still have to take one-tenth of the quantity." The Old Pirate put his arm around The Handsome Man's shoulder.
"Bring some hot mulled wine for my companions! My old friend The Handsome Man is going to my captain's cabin." The Old Pirate ordered. "You can add a little white cheese and beef jerky."
"And this is?" The Old Pirate noticed The Handsome Man gesturing for Gendry to follow him, a tall warrior with short black hair and an iron mask.
"Iron Hammer, Little Jan, our Mercenaries' new hero, whose courage and strength surpass mine!" The Handsome Man introduced.
"I am honored to meet a new hero!" The Old Pirate's eyes lit up, and he shook hands with Gendry.
"Bear with the drinks! The wines of Pentos and Myr are not good quality, nor do they fetch good prices!"
The Handsome Man raised his cup. "Nevertheless, this wine is so delicious."
"Does this Child not like to drink?" The Old Pirate asked, as Gendry stood like an iron wall beside The Handsome Man.
"He's very shy, but extremely fierce on the battlefield, having hammered two Meereen people to death."
"Incredible!" The Old Pirate gave a thumbs up. The Handsome Man rarely praised a young man unless he was indeed so fierce.
"My old friend, I actually thought being a Mercenaries was a dangerous game; those with a conscience don't live long. Why not come help me? I have many ships, but I lack capable people. At night, someone will sneak ships into Braavos, Myr, or Volantis. You protect my ships; I trust your reputation and skills. Without anyone knowing, you then bring out spices and silk. We will all get rich."
"Thank you for your kindness, old friend, thank you for your generosity, but the Mercenaries' mission is not over! Greybeard's fate is unknown; we must bring him back, and these supplies must be delivered to Myr."
"Alas, you always think you've climbed high, but I still think being a pirate is freer. I often try to persuade the Onion Knight too, but he seems to have truly found the feeling of being a lord."