A seagull spread its gray wings and painted a leisurely figure in the clear blue sky.
It looked down at the white sails on the sea and finally slid into the red brick city of Astapor.
At four o 'clock in the afternoon, the Orange Wine slowly approached the Astapor Pier.
The hot sea breeze from the land blew the blonde hair of the dwarf on the side of the ship.
"We're about to see your aunt, why do you still look so sad? You're not me, you don't have to worry about losing your head.
Aunt and nephew hugging each other and crying, what a touching scene. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry. "Tyrion said to the young man beside him with a smile.
The Summer Sea was hot, and Tyrion and the young man were dressed much the same: a thin linen tunic untucked at the chest, silk breeches up to the knees, and leather sandals.
The young man was thin and well-proportioned. He was seventeen or eighteen years old, with long silver hair and violet eyes. He was a handsome man with a feminine temperament.
The sailors and passengers on the Orange Wine called him Little Griffin, knowing that he had come to Slave Bay with his father, Old Griffin, and a few followers.
It was said that Little Griffin's aunt had made a fortune in the Slave Bay Liberation War.
"You warned me that I would look like a beggar if I went to see her empty-handed," Little Griffin said gloomily.
"Without a doubt, you're a beggar compared to her, and it's not shameful to know that. In front of such a ruthless person, your father is not much different from a beggar. "The little devil laughed.
"My father is a true dragon, and so am I. My right of inheritance is higher than hers!" Little Griffin growled.
"That's where the problem lies. Your father is dead, and all that's left of you is the illusory inheritance that no one recognizes. She's the mother of the four dragons, the Queen of Slaver's Bay, the Valkyrie of the battlefield, the devil of slave traders all over the world, and the savior of suffering slaves, Misha."
The little devil looked at the great pyramid bathed in golden sunlight and sighed, "Look, such a magnificent building, but it's only one of her palaces.
It's said that in Kaiyuan and Meereen, there's a magnificent pyramid as the queen's palace. "
"The Westeros are her hometown. The Red Castle is her home, our home," Young Griffin emphasized.
"A home where I never slept for a night or had breakfast, a home that only exists in my imagination?"
As expected, Tyrion was once again delighted to see the young prince's face turn red from anger, but he was speechless.
The imp couldn't help but think of Joffrey, who often flew into a rage because of her.
I really have a talent for infuriating princes!
However, this feeling was really good. This was the only bit of fun left in the boring sea trip.
He thought.
But when the imp thought of Joffrey, he restrained the smile at the corners of his mouth.
It was fun to see the princes being provoked, but it was also very painful to see the princes slap him. Not only was it painful, but it could also take his life.
He had to learn his lesson.
So, he hurriedly comforted him, "Actually, there's nothing bad about being a beggar. At least, your pitiful state can evoke my aunt's pity, and she might even give you a dragon."
"I don't want to rely on acting pitiful to gain her sympathy," Young Griffin was even angrier, the veins on his neck bulging, "She's my aunt, she will marry me and become my wife. Dragons have three heads, I don't need her to give me one, I was originally one of the heads. "
The imp slapped his forehead and moaned, "Look, look, what did Old Griffin say to you!"
At this moment, a small boat with a green dragon flag on a black background approached the galleon. The small boat sailed parallel to the side of the ship, and a customs officer wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with blue stripes stood at the bow of the boat, holding a copper horn and shouting,
"Where did this merchant ship come from, and what goods are they transporting?"
There was also a green dragon on the customs officer's chest, but it was a green dragon with its wings spread, not the red three-headed black dragon of the Targaryen Family.
The galleon lowered a rope ladder, pulling the customs officer and two Unsullied onto the deck and into the cargo hold below …
A trace of unease and suspicion rose in Young Griffin's heart. He retracted his gaze and forced himself to be calm. "What, is there something wrong?
There are only two Targaryens left, me and her. According to custom, we will join forces with the Aegon siblings and take back the Iron Throne together.
Besides, Lord Illyrio told me personally that my aunt needs help, she needs me!
She once wrote to Illyrio, asking about the prophecy of dragons having three heads, and even planned to invite Count Valerian to become a dragon knight.
That's why I rejected your suggestion to immediately bring the troops back to the country.
The Golden Band only has ten thousand men, at most they can take down the stormlands. What I want is the Iron Throne, not Storm's End. "
En, on the way from the Lorne River to Volantis, Tyrion had repeatedly urged Young Griffin to bring the Golden Band to Dorne, and then join forces with Dorne's Uncle Daolord to go south to the stormlands and fight all the way to the King's Landing.
Tyrion was slowly turning evil. Because of the inner demons of patricide, he could not hold back and wanted to find his whore sister for revenge as soon as possible.
According to the original plot, Young Griffin really was tricked away. Er, Tyrion himself stayed behind and was captured by Jorah Mormont, who went to the brothel to seek comfort.
But the butterfly effect caused by Danny was too great.
First of all, she was not as heartless as the original Danny Lilith. Not only did she not feel guilty about taking Illyrio's three ships and several hundred thousand gold royals' worth of goods, she even forgot about it not long after.
The first thing Danny did was to ask the sea merchants of Pentos to deliver a letter for her. While promising to double the compensation for the spice seller, she also explained the general situation at Slave's Bay.
After all, Illyrio was nominally funding the restoration of the country and was Danny's investor. If she changed the project, she should at least inform the investor.
Illyrio knew that she needed Dragon Knights (Danny was deliberately probing), and also knew that she did not have any plans to take back the Iron Throne (before the next summer, she would not return to the Westeros).
Naturally, Illyrio did not let the Golden Band go to Volantis to wait for the Dragon Queen. Young Griffin could not bring the Golden Band to change their route halfway.
There was also another reason. This Danny was more capable than the original Danny Lilith. Her actions were spectacular and resonated with the heavens and earth. The World Anti-Dragon Mother Alliance had been formed.
Illyrio, Varys, Jon and Clinton were not stupid. They all knew that the Dragon Queen's most urgent problem was to deal with the alliance.
Therefore, they all came to a consensus: let Young Griffin go to Slave's Bay to cultivate his relationship with his aunt and strive to become a Dragon Knight. Wait for the Dragon Queen to defeat the alliance, wait for the Megalosaurus to grow up (the three dragons were only two years old. They believed that dragons were too young to take on such great responsibilities), wait for winter to pass, and then go and conquer the Westeros.
They said the same words that Danny had said to the guests at the tournament banquet: after defeating the alliance, the Dragon Queen would naturally be the first Empress in the world, and the Westeros would be as easy as taking something out of their pockets. Losing the battle was not scary either. The aunt and nephew rode their dragons back to Dragonstone Island, taking the same path as the Aegon siblings.
Thus, the plot was completely changed. Young Griffin came to Slave's Bay to seek refuge with Aunt Danny!
"Pier S-13, two silver coins per day as management fee. The Orange Wine Ship will rent the pier for a total of 12 days, a total of 24 silver coins."
The customs inspector had already led two Unsullied people to check the cargo hold. He was holding a pen and quickly writing on a document that was padded with wooden boards.
The captain of Volantis took out 24 silver coins from his money bag and handed it to the Unsullied person. He asked curiously, "I heard from a friend that if you buy a certain amount of goods in Astapor, you can get a subsidy from the customs when you leave?"
"That's right. If you buy 100 gold coins worth of goods, Her Majesty the Queen will give you 10-50 gold coins," the green dragon T-shirt inspector said.
"The Seven Gods above, give us 50 gold royals?" The little demon on the side shouted. "How high are the profits of the merchants in Astapor? How much tax do they have to pay to the Dragon Queen?!"
"Not all goods and merchants can get half of the subsidy. The price of goods in Astapor is lower than that of the free cities. Not only does the Queen not receive much tax, she also has to pay more than 100,000 gold coins every month, "the inspector said seriously.
The Volantis merchant also nodded in agreement. "The price of white sugar and refined salt in Astapor is only half of Volantis, but the quality is ten times higher. It's as white as snow and as fine as sand. There's no impurities at all."
Little Griffin walked over and asked curiously, "Then what is the Dragon Queen after?"
"Look," the customs inspector pointed at the busy dock. "In the past, it was hard to see an elephant carriage on that street. There were even no foreign merchants or pedestrians for a few days. Now, it's ten thousand times more prosperous.
Even if the United Nations clamors to seal off Slaver's Bay, in reality, the sea merchants that come to the Summer Sea will come to buy goods and replenish their dried fruits and fresh water. "
Tyrion stood on his tiptoes and looked around. The dock and streets were almost the same as Volantis. The ships were like Baker on the beach, and merchants and tourists were walking shoulder to shoulder.
"I'm also wondering why there are so many people in Astapor when the allied army is sharpening their swords." He was puzzled.
"Hmph, Slaver's Bay is the Queen's bathtub. With the Megalosaurus soaring in the sky, the allied fleet doesn't even dare to enter the Sea of Sorrow," the customs inspector said proudly.
Slaver's Bay could be seen as a crooked gourd. The head of the gourd was Meereen, the upper half of the gourd was Slaver's Bay, and the Astapor Peninsula was stuck on the gourd's waist.
The Sea of Sorrow was the lower half of the gourd, and New Gith was on the bottom of the gourd, connected to the Summer Sea.
The customs inspector was bragging. The Dragon Queen had complete control of Slaver's Bay, but the Sea of Sorrow was too big for the Megalosaurus to patrol.
"But she can't keep subsidizing, right?" Tyrion frowned.
"Once the allied army is defeated, the world will belong to the Queen. Naturally, she won't need to subsidize anymore."
"Uh …" The little devil's ugly face twisted.
These words were too true and too ruthless. He couldn't refute them at all.
The customs inspector tore off the dock lease bill and gave it to the Volantis merchant. He warned, "You must receive invoices when doing business in Astapor. You must have them for all goods.
You have a batch of Kohler stainless steel in your cabin. After you sell it, you can receive a 15% subsidy from the General Administration of Customs with the invoice. "
"Hehehe, Fat Faust didn't lie to me!" The merchant was overjoyed.
Tyrion was deep in thought. "Slaver's Bay lacks steel."
"No, Slaver's Bay doesn't lack steel. It only lacks steel for weapons." The merchant laughed.
The customs inspector glanced at the two of them. He didn't admit or deny it. He bade farewell and prepared to leave with the two Unsullied.
"Wait, Mr. Inspector." An old black man in a mage's robe reached out and stopped the customs inspector who was about to go down the rope ladder. He smiled and asked, "I wonder if the Dragon Queen is still recruiting fire mages?"
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