Chapter 84 The Kind Master and the Little Translator
The slave trader didn't understand what Whitebeard said, but his tone and demeanor were clearly not in the interest of his business.
"What is that stinky old man talking about?" Krasny asked the little translator.
After the little girl told him, the fat slave owner stamped his feet in anger, "This old man is so bad!"
"Tell that western barbarian 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 in martial arts than the Unsullied, they are far inferior to my good slaves in one aspect, which is absolute obedience and absolute loyalty.
Ask that bitch again, if her father's soldiers were as loyal as my good slaves, would she still be homeless like a stray dog?"
At last, he drank a glass of ice wine, exhaled a breath of cool air, and added: "Of course, you should pay attention to your wording and don't make my good guests feel unhappy."
The little girl stuttered as she translated his words, expressing all the meaning without any offense. Dany felt sorry for her: I have it so hard!
Arstan smiled coldly: "If I want to be docile, I might as well sell sheep."
After hearing the translation, Kraznys smiled with his big and white teeth: "At my command, these sheep will tear his belly apart and let his stinky old intestines flow onto the brick floor."
The little translator said: "The Unsullied are not sheep. They have the ferocity and loyalty of dogs."
"Hounds?"
Dany murmured, slowly walking along the slave army while observing.
The girl holding a parasol followed closely behind her, keeping her in the shadow, which reminded her that the Unsullied had been standing under the sun for a whole day and a morning without a parasol.
Dany found that more than half of these Unsullied had bronze skin and almond eyes of Dothraki or Lhazalin. Obviously, the Dothraki had made "outstanding" contributions to the slave trade.
The rest were white people from the Free Trade Cities, milk people from Qarth, black people from the Summer Islands, and even one or two sallow-skinned, pointy-headed Jogsnai. I really don't know who brought them from such a faraway place.
In addition to the outsiders, the Gith people with amber skin and red and black upright hair were also trained to be Unsullied.
Even their own kind were not spared, how cruel!
These Unsullied all have smooth cheeks and numb eyes.
Although they are of different heights and their ages fluctuate between 14 and 20, they look like they are all printed out of a mold.
Their appearances are different, but their souls have been forced to be shaped into the same appearance, Dany thought.
"Why castration?" she asked Kraznys through the little slave, "Everyone knows that men are stronger than eunuchs."
"What is the most important thing for a warrior?" Kraznys looked unusually serious, "Strength? Bulls are strong and powerful, but in the arena, they die every day.
Just three days ago, a nine-year-old girl killed a bison in the Yosir Arena.
Our ancient Ghis Empire has used the fact that it dominates the world to tell everyone that discipline is far more important than strength.
The Unsullied are the rebirth of the ancient Ghis Legion, which marches in step with each other, absolutely obedient, absolutely loyal, and without fear."
It makes sense. Countless examples in modern wars have proved one thing: discipline is the most important thing in the army.
Dany thought silently.
"The bravest people are also afraid of death and disability." Arstan argued.
Kraznys grinned again when he heard this, "Tell that old man that he smells like urine and needs a rotten stick to stand. He is more disabled than disabled. It is better to jump into the sea and drown." "
Really, master?" The little translator was helpless. She didn't know how to change such a curse word into a tactful one!
The slave owner used a whip to poke the little black girl forward, and angrily scolded: "Are you a woman or a ewe, asking such a stupid question? If you scold the guests away, who will I do business with?"
"Then master, what should I say?" The little slave girl asked timidly.
"Tell them that the Unsullied are not human, death is nothing to the Unsullied, and disability is even less important!"
While the little black girl was translating, the slave owner walked to the square through the stairs next to him, stood in front of a strong and sturdy slave soldier who looked like a Lazarin, and suddenly raised the silver whip in his hand and hit the other's bronze cheek hard, leaving a bloody mark.
The eunuch soldier only blinked, but stood still, letting the blood flow.
"Do you feel good? Do you want me to hit you again?" Kraznys asked the slave soldier, but smiled at Dany and others.
"As long as the master is happy, please continue." The Unsullied said loudly.
Seeing the slave master raising the whip again, Dany hurried over, held his arm, and said to the little translator: "Please tell the good master that I understand their courage to endure the pain."
After her words were translated into Valyrian, Kraznys snickered and said, "Tell this ignorant western bitch that this has nothing to do with courage."
"The good master said that it was not courage, your majesty."
"Let her open her dog eyes and take a good look."
Kraznys stepped towards the next warrior, a tall young man with Lys blue eyes and flaxen hair.
"Give me your sword."
The Lys man knelt on one knee and drew the short sword from his belt with familiar movements, holding it respectfully to the slave master with the hilt facing forward.
"Stand up," Kraznys ordered.
The Unsullied stood up immediately.
The slave master smiled at Dany, and with a careless attitude, he slowly drew the sword from the bottom to the top of the Lys man's strong torso, leaving a thin red line from the ribs to the abdomen.
As if he still felt unsatisfied, he put the sword's tip together and began to cut back and forth, blood flowing down the slave's chest like a stream.
"Ah, seven hells, what are you doing?" Dany cried.
"Tell the cow not to make a fuss." Kraznys listened to the translation and said impatiently: "Men don't need it, and eunuchs don't need it."
Blood gushed out of the Unsullied's chest, but he didn't move until Kraznys returned the sword with the hilt facing forward.
"Take it."
"I am happy to serve my master." The slave warrior took the sword and said respectfully.
Kraznys turned to face Dany. "See? They feel no pain. We have a magic drink called the Wine of Courage, made from belladonna, bloodfly larvae, black lotus roots, and other secret ingredients.
They drink it with every meal, day after day, year after year, from the day they are castrated, until they become numb to the senses, until they fight fearlessly, until they are no longer afraid of torture.
Tell the brute that any secret can be kept by the Unsullied, and that they can be assigned to guard council chambers and even bedrooms without fear of being overheard.
In Yunkai and Meereen, such people cannot reproduce. That would only cause trouble.
We leave nothing behind. The Unsullied are the purest animals in the world, and the bitch queen can use them with confidence.
Oh, no, maybe she needs it.
But don't worry, although Aposta is not as good as Yunkai, hahahaha."
Should this guy be fed to Big Black, Little Green, or Little White?
Dany fell into deep thought.
The little translator shook his body and said his words with difficulty.
"Beast!" Whitebeard stomped his crutch and cursed with a sullen face.
"The old man scolded you, master." The little slave girl trembled.
"Hahaha!" The slave owner laughed exaggeratedly at Whitebeard and sneered: "I heard that in that barbaric sunset country, some people solemnly swore to remain chaste, not to give birth, and live only for their duties. Is that right? "
"Yes," the old man nodded after the question was conveyed by the little translator, "There are many such organizations: the maesters of the Citadel, the monks and nuns who serve the Seven Gods, the silent sisters who mourn the dead, the Kingsguard, the Night's Watch..."
The slave trader said in a low voice, "People shouldn't live like this. They will be tortured by temptation every day, and the oaths will be useless. In the end, most people will succumb to base desires.
The Unsullied are different. The way they combine with the sword is something that others cannot compare to even if they swear thousands of oaths. Whether it's a woman or a man, they can never seduce them. "
"Humph, don't you know that in addition to the instinctive desires of the body, there are countless ways to seduce people in the world?" After the slave girl finished translating, Whitebeard retorted with a sneer.
"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., are meaningless to them. "
"No name? Then what should I call them? "Dany frowned at the little translator.
"Your Majesty, they don't have fixed names."
Kraznys stopped in front of a Ghis man. The other person had the same amber skin, the same black and red upright hair, and even the same hairstyle. If you don't look closely, your face is also similar.
Dany even thought viciously that this cruel slave owner had trained his extra sons to be Unsullied in order to make money.
Then Kraznys waved his whip at a small bronze round plate on the sword belt at the feet of his "son". "Look, if you want to know his name, look at this plate.
Hey, ask this Westeros bitch if she recognizes Ghiscari hieroglyphs. "
"I don't know." Dany said sullenly.
After getting the answer from the little translator, the slave trader frowned, turned to the Unsullied and asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Red Flea, master."
"What was your name yesterday?"
"Black Rat, master." "
What about the day before yesterday?"
"Brown Flea, master. "
"The day before?"
"I can't remember, Master. Maybe it was Blue Toad, Blue Bug, or Shield?"
"Tell her that their names are all like this, Bug, Mouse, Toad, Earthworm. This will constantly remind the slaves that you are just lowly bugs.
Every evening, all the brand names are thrown into an empty wooden barrel and randomly picked up at dawn the next day.
Humph, they are not even as good as lowly mosquitoes!"
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