Though the slave merchant couldn't understand a word Whitebeard said, his tone and demeanor clearly signaled bad news for business.
"What is that stinking old man saying?" Krazny asked the Little Translator.
After the girl informed him, the fat slave master stamped his foot in fury. "That old bastard is a real piece of work!"
"Tell that Western barbarian that we call the Unsullied's behavior 'obedience.' I know Andal knights are famous, but even if they are stronger, faster, and more skilled in martial arts than the Unsullied, there is one thing they will never match: my good slaves are absolutely obedient and absolutely loyal.
"Ask that bitch again: if her father's soldiers were as loyal and obedient as my good slaves, would she still be homeless, wandering like a stray dog?"
Finally, he downed a glass of chilled wine, let out a satisfied breath of cold air, and added, "Of course, mind your wording. Don't let my good guest feel the slightest bit displeased."
The little girl translated his words with a stutter, conveying the full meaning without a hint of offense. Listening to her, even Dani felt a pang of sympathy for her: *My life is so hard!*
Astan gave a cold smile. "If I wanted docile animals, I'd sell sheep."
Krazny's smile revealed large, white teeth as he heard the translation. "With a single command, these 'sheep' will tear his belly open and spill his stinking old guts onto the brick floor."
The Little Translator added, "The Unsullied are not sheep. They possess the ferocity and loyalty of dogs."
"Hounds?"
Dani murmured, walking slowly past the line of slave soldiers, observing them. The girl holding the parasol behind her kept her in the shade, which served as a stark reminder: the Unsullied had been standing under the scorching sun for a full day and a half without any shade.
Dani noticed that more than half of this batch of Unsullied had the bronzed skin and almond-shaped eyes of the Dothraki or Lhazareen. Clearly, the Dothraki khalasars had made "outstanding" contributions to the slave trade.
The rest were whites from the Free Cities, milk-white Qohorik, Blacks from the Summer Isles, and even one or two Joggosnai with waxy-yellow skin and pointed skulls—she wondered how they had been brought from so far away.
Among the foreigners, there were also Ghiscari with amber skin and red-and-black upright hair, trained as Unsullied.
"They don't even spare their own people. How ruthless!"
The Unsullied all had smooth cheeks and numb eyes.
Though they varied in height and age—ranging from fourteen to twenty—they looked as if they had been stamped from the same mold.
*Their appearances are different, but their souls have been forcibly shaped into a single image,* Dani thought.
"Why castrate them?" she asked Krazny through the little slave. "Everyone knows a whole man is stronger than a eunuch."
"For a warrior, what is most important?" Krazny's expression grew unusually grave. "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 wild bull in the Yoxil Arena. Our Gugis Empire has proven to the world through conquest that discipline is far more important than strength. The Unsullied are the rebirth of the Gugis legions, marching in perfect step: absolute obedience, absolute loyalty, and completely devoid of fear."
*That makes sense,* Dani thought silently. *Countless examples from modern warfare prove that discipline is the most important thing in an army.*
"Even the bravest men fear death and mutilation," Astan countered.
Krazny grinned, revealing his teeth. "Tell that old bastard he reeks of piss and needs a rotten stick just to stand. He's more crippled than the crippled. He'd be better off jumping into the sea and drowning."
"Do you really want me to say that, Master?" the Little Translator asked helplessly. She had no idea how to soften such insults!
The Slave Master jabbed her with his whip, sending the dark-skinned girl stumbling forward. "Are you a woman or a fucking ewe to ask such a stupid question? If you drive away the guests, who will I do business with?"
"Then, Master, what should I say?" the little slave girl asked, cowering.
"Tell them the Unsullied are not men. Death means nothing to them, and maiming is even less of a concern!"
While the girl translated, the Slave Master used the nearby steps to reach the plaza. He stopped before a sturdy, strong soldier who looked Lhazareen. Suddenly, he raised the silver whip in his hand and lashed it across the man's bronzed cheek, leaving a bloody gash.
The eunuch soldier merely blinked. He remained motionless, letting the blood trickle down his face.
"Does that feel good? Want another one from your master?" Krazny asked the soldier, but he grinned at Dani and her companions.
"As long as it pleases my master, please continue," the Unsullied declared.
As the slave master raised his whip again, Dani rushed forward, grabbing his arm. She turned to the little translator and said, "Please tell the Good Master that I have already witnessed their courage in enduring pain."
After her words were translated into Valyrian, Krazny sneered, "Tell this ignorant Western whore that this has nothing to do with courage."
"The Good Master says it is not courage, Your Majesty."
"Let her open her bitch's eyes and see clearly."
Krazny strode toward the next warrior, a tall young man with the blue eyes and flaxen hair of the Rhoynar.
"Give me your sword."
The Rhoynar knelt on one knee, deftly drawing the shortsword from his belt and offering it hilt-first to the slave master.
"Rise," Krazny commanded.
The Unsullied stood immediately.
The slave master smiled at Dani, his expression one of casual indifference. He slowly drew the sword from bottom to top across the Rhoynar's muscular torso, leaving a thin red line from his ribs to his abdomen.
As if this weren't enough, he began to slice back and forth with the sword's tip, and blood streamed down the slave's chest like a brook.
"Ah, Seven Hells, what are you doing?" Dani cried.
"Tell that cow not to overreact," Krazny said impatiently after hearing the translation. "Men don't need it, and eunuchs need it even less."
Blood gushed from the Unsullied's chest, but he remained motionless until Krazny handed back the sword, hilt-first.
"Take it."
"This humble servant is honored to serve his Master," the slave soldier said reverently as he accepted the blade.
Krazny turned to face Dani. "Do you see? They feel no pain. We have a magical drink called the 'Wine of Courage,' brewed from nightshade, bloodfly larvae, black lotus root, and other secret ingredients.
From the day they are castrated, they drink it with every meal—day after day, year after year—until their senses grow numb, until they fight without fear, until they are impervious to any torture.
Tell that barbarian she can trust the Unsullied with any secret. They can even guard the council chambers or her own bedchamber without the slightest worry of being overheard.
In Yunkai and Meereen, such men cannot procreate. That would only cause trouble.
We leave them with nothing. The Unsullied are the purest creatures in the world. The Whore Queen can use them without reserve."
"Oh, no, perhaps she's the one who needs it."
"But don't worry, Apostle may not be as good as Kaiyuan, hahaha."
*Should I feed this thing to Big Black, Little Green, or Little White?*
Dani sank into thought.
The Little Translator swayed, struggling to refine his words before speaking them aloud.
"Beast!" Whitebeard cursed, his face ashen as he stomped his cane.
"The old man is insulting you, Master," the little female slave trembled.
"Hahaha!" The Slave Master laughed exaggeratedly at Whitebeard, his voice dripping with mockery. "I've heard that in that savage Sunset Kingdom, there are those who swear solemn vows of chastity, to neither procreate nor sire children, living only for their duty. Is that true?"
"Yes," the old man nodded after the Little Translator conveyed the question. "There are many such orders: the scholars of the Citadel, the priests and nuns serving the Seven Gods, the Silent Sisters who mourn the dead, the Kingsguard, the Night's Watch..."
The slave trader's voice dropped. "No one should live like that. It's a daily torment of temptation. Vows are useless; in the end, most will succumb to their base desires."
"The Unsullied are different. The way they bond with their swords is beyond anything a thousand oaths could compare to. Neither women nor men can ever tempt them."
"Hmph, don't you know there are countless ways to tempt a person beyond the primal urges of the body?" Whitebeard sneered in rebuttal after the female slave finished translating.
"Yes, there are countless ways to tempt a person, but the Unsullied are different. They have nothing but their weapons—not even their own names. Money, women, power, food... none of it has any meaning to them."
"No names? Then how am I supposed to address them?" Dani frowned at the Little Translator.
"Your Majesty, they have no fixed names."
Krazny stopped before a Ghiscari man. He had the same amber skin, the same black-red upright hair—even the hairstyle was identical. Without a close look, their faces even seemed similar.
Dani even thought maliciously: *Had this cruel slave master trained his own spare sons as Unsullied just to make money?*
Krazny flicked his whip toward a small bronze disc strapped to the "son's" ankle. "Look. If you want to know his name, look at this disc. Ah, ask the Westerosi bitch if she can read Ghiscari hieroglyphs."
"I can't," Daenerys said sullenly.
After the slave merchant's little translator got the answer, he frowned and turned to the Unsullied, asking, "What's your name?"
"This one is called Red Flea, Master."
"What was it yesterday?"
"Black Rat, Master."
"The day before?"
"Brown Flea, Master."
"And the day before that?"
"This one cannot remember, Master. Perhaps Blue Toad, perhaps Blue Worm, or Shield?"
"Tell her, all their names are like this—worms, rats, toads, earthworms. This way, the slaves are constantly reminded: you are nothing but lowly insects. Every evening, all the nameplates are thrown into an empty wooden bucket, and the next dawn, they are drawn at random. Hmph, they are not even as good as lowly mosquitoes!"
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