Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 84 The Good Lord and the Little Translator (Give me a first order)

Although the slave trader could not understand what White Beard said, his tone and demeanor were obviously not beneficial to his business.

"What is that smelly old man talking about?" Krazny asked the little translator.

After the little girl told him, the fat slave owner stomped angrily, "This old man is very bad!"

"Tell that barbarian of the west that we call the behavior of the Unsullied 'obedience.' I know the Andal knights are famous, but even if the knights are stronger, faster, and more skilled than the Unsullied, there is one thing that is far inferior My good slave, there is absolute obedience, absolute loyalty.

Ask that whore again, if her father's soldiers were as loyal as my good slave, would she be as homeless as a stray dog? "

In the end, he drank a glass of ice wine, exhaled comfortably, and added: "Of course, you should pay attention to your wording, so as not to make my good guest feel unhappy."

The little girl stuttered and translated his words, expressing all the meaning without any offense, which made Dany feel distressed for her: I am too difficult!

Astan smiled coolly: "If you want to be docile, I might as well sell sheep."

After hearing the translation, Krazny smiled and showed his huge white teeth: "I give an order, and these sheep will tear up his belly and let his stinking old intestines flow on the brick floor."

The little translator said: "The Unsullied are not sheep, they have the ferocity and loyalty of a dog."

"hound?"

Dani murmured, and slowly walked along the line of slave soldiers while observing.

The girl holding the parasol followed closely behind her, keeping her in the shadow all the time, which reminded her: the Unsullied had stood under the sun for a day and a morning without a parasol

Dany found that more than half of this batch of Unsullied had the bronzed skin and almond eyes of Dothraki or Lazarin, apparently the Dothraki khalasar had made "outstanding" contributions to the slave trade.

The rest included white people from the Free Cities, milkmen from Qarth, black people from the Summer Isles, and even one or two Jogosnai people with sallow skin and pointed heads. I don’t know who got them from so far away.

In addition to the aliens, Ghisians with amber skin and red and black bristling hair are also trained as Unsullied.

Even the same clan will not be spared, how ruthless!

The Unsullied all had smooth cheeks and dull eyes.

Obviously they are of different heights, and their ages also fluctuate between 14 and 20, but it looks like they are all printed out of molds.

The appearance is different, but the soul has been forced into one shape, Dany thought.

"Why castration?" she asked Krazny through the little slave. "Men are stronger than eunuchs, everyone knows."

"What is the most important thing for a fighter?" Krazny looked very solemn, "Strength? Bulls are strong and powerful, but in the arena, they are the ones who die every day.

Just three days earlier, a nine-year-old girl had killed a bison in the Josier Colosseum.

The fact that our Guggis Empire dominates the world tells everyone that discipline is far more important than strength.

The Unsullied are the rebirth of the unbroken Legion of Gughis, obedient, loyal, and fearless. "

It makes sense. Numerous examples of modern warfare prove one thing: discipline is the most important thing in the army.

Dani thought silently.

"The bravest men are also afraid of death and disability." Arstein protested.

Krazny grinned again when he heard that, "Tell that bad old man that he smells like urine and needs a rotten stick to stand up. Handicap is worse than handicap. It's better to jump into the sea and drown."

"You really say that, Master?" The little translator was helpless, she didn't know how to change this kind of swearing words in a tactful way!

The slave owner stabbed the little black girl forward with a whip, and cursed angrily, "Are you a woman or a ewe, how can you ask such a stupid question? The guests are gone, who am I going to do business with?"

"Then master, what should the villain say?" the little slave girl asked timidly.

"Tell them that the Unsullied are not human beings, and death is nothing to the Unsullied, let alone being disabled!"

While the little black girl was translating, the slave owner walked to the square by the steps next to him, stood in front of a strong slave soldier who looked like a Lazarin, and suddenly raised the silver whip in his hand, shining the bronze whip on the other side. A slap on the cheek made a bloodstain.

The eunuch soldier only blinked, but stood still, letting the blood flow.

"Are you happy? Master, do you want me to give you another shot?" Krazny asked the slave soldier, but looked at Dani and the others with a smile.

"As long as the master is happy, please continue." The Unsullied said loudly.

Seeing the slave master raised his whip again, Dany hurried over, held his arm, and said to the little interpreter: "Please tell the good master, I have understood their courage to endure pain."

When her words were translated into Valyrian, Krazny snickered, "Tell the ignorant whore of the West that it has nothing to do with courage."

"Lord Good Lord says that is not courage, Your Majesty."

"Let her open her dog eyes and take a good look."

Krazny strode over to the next fighter, a tall young man with Lysian blue eyes and flaxen hair.

"Give me your sword."

The Liesian knelt down on one knee, pulled out the dagger from his belt deftly, and handed it to the slave owner respectfully with the hilt forward.

"Get up," Krazny ordered.

The Unsullied rose immediately.

The slave owner looked at Dani with a smile, and with an indifferent attitude, slowly slashed the sword across the Lysian's strong torso from bottom to top, leaving a long and thin red line between the ribs and the abdomen.

As if he still didn't feel satisfied, he cut the tip of the sword back and forth again, and blood flowed down from the slave's chest like a stream.

"Ah, seven hells, what are you doing?" Dany cried.

"Tell that cow, don't make a fuss." Krazny heard the translation, and said impatiently: "Men don't need it, and eunuchs don't need it."

Blood gushed from the Unsullied's chest, but he did not move until Krazny returned the sword hilt forward.

"Take it."

"The villain is very happy to serve the master." The slave warrior took the sword and said respectfully.

Krazny turned to Dany, "See? They don't feel pain. We have a magic drink called 'Wine of Courage', made from belladonna, blood fly larvae, black lotus root, and other secret ingredients.

From the day they were castrated, they drank at every meal, day after day, year after year, until they became numb to the senses, until they became fearless in battle, until they were fearless of any torture.

Tell the barbarian that any secrets can be safely handed over to the Unsullied, and they can also be arranged to guard the conference hall or even the bedroom, without worrying about being overheard.

In Yunkai and Meereen, such people are barren and only cause trouble.

We keep nothing, the Unsullied are the purest animals in the world, the bitch queen can use them with confidence.

Oh no, maybe she just needs

But don’t worry, Aposta is not as good as Kaiyuan, hahaha”

Should I feed this stuff to Dahei, or Xiaolu, or Xiaobai?

Dany was lost in thought.

The little translator shook his body and spoke out his words with difficulty.

"Bastard!" Whitebeard scolded, stomping on his crutches, his face livid.

"The old man scolded you, master." The little slave girl trembled.

"Hahaha!" The slave owner laughed exaggeratedly at the white beard, and sneered: "I heard that in that barbaric sunset country, there are people who solemnly swear to remain chaste, have no children, and live only for their duties. Is that true?"

"Yes," the old man nodded after the question was conveyed by the little translator, "There are many such organizations: the bachelors of the Academy, the monks and nuns who serve the Seven Gods, the Silent Sisters mourning the dead, the Kingsguard, the Night Watchman... ..."

The slave trader said in a low voice, "People shouldn't live like this, they will be tortured by temptation every day, vows are useless, and most people will give in to base desires in the end.

The Unsullied are different, the way they combine with the sword is incomparable even if others swear thousands of oaths.Neither women nor men can ever seduce them. "

"Hmph, don't you know that besides the body's instinctive desires, there are countless other ways to seduce people?" After the female slave finished translating, White Beard retorted mockingly.

"Yes, there are countless ways to seduce people, but the Unsullied are different. They have nothing but weapons, and they don't even have their own names. Money, women, power, food, etc., have no meaning to them."

"No names? Then how do I call them?" Dany frowned at the little translator.

"Your Majesty, they have no fixed names."

Krazny stopped in front of a Ghis, who had the same amber skin, the same black and red straight hair, and even the same hairstyle. If you didn't look carefully, the face was similar.

Dany even wondered viciously, did this cruel slave master train his extra son to be Unsullied in order to make money?

I saw Krazny waving his whip towards a small bronze round plate on the sword belt at the "son"'s feet, "Look, if you want to know his name, look at this plate.

Whoops, ask this bitch of Westeros if she recognizes Ghiscarli hieroglyphs. "

"I won't," Dany said sullenly.

After the slave trader got the answer from the translator, he frowned, turned to the Unsullied, and asked, "What's your name?"

"The villain's name is Red Flea, master."

"What was it called yesterday?"

"Black rat, master."

"What about the day before yesterday?"

"Brown Flea, Master."

"The day before?"

"The villain can't remember, master. Maybe it's a blue toad, maybe it's a blue bug, or maybe a shield?"

"Tell her that they all have names like this, worm, mouse, toad, and earthworm so that they can keep reminding the slaves that you are just low worms.

Every evening, all the name tags are thrown into an empty wooden barrel, and they are picked randomly at dawn the next day.

Humph, they are not even as good as lowly mosquitoes! "

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