When Danny came to Astapor for the first time, the streets by the docks were empty.
Other than their group, they didn't even meet a single foreign vendor. Even the local residents rarely wandered around the red brick streets.
Two years later, the old city walls with cracks were repaired. The weathered red brick floors on the streets were taken out and replaced with new bricks.
The buildings in the city were also optimized. All the old and dilapidated houses were demolished and rebuilt.
Red brick and black tiled houses rose from the ground. Three to four-story buildings lined the streets.
The residents also planted apples, persimmons, figs, loquats, and other fruit trees on the streets in front of their houses.
It was clean, tidy, and had a natural harmonious beauty.
If there weren't dozens of pyramids in between, one would almost think that they were in a small county town in the eighties or nineties.
Tyrion, Clinton, and the others walked all the way and were amazed.
"The King's Landing is also near the river and the sea. But compared to Astapor, it's a big cesspool." The little devil's tone was complicated.
"The air in the city is very fresh. The hygiene is very good. The sewer system is almost comparable to the black walls of Volantis." The skinny man Pogba commented.
"Ah ah ah, Count Klein, it's Count Klein!"
"Incorruptible Klein!"
The great pyramid was behind the city gate. After leaving the docks and walking along the streets at the base of the city wall, one would enter Astapor's north gate by walking half a kilometer to the east.
Past the north gate was the People's Square, the punishment square where the bodies of disobedient slaves were hung. Behind the square was the Chaoyang Palace, the great pyramid of the Dragon Queen.
At this moment, the south end of the square near the Chaoyang Palace was crowded with people.
They crowded together tightly and cheered for the Count of Shackles who was surrounded.
Yes, Klein arrived at the Chaoyang Palace before them. The moment he got off the carriage, he was surrounded by countless citizens who rushed over after hearing the news.
"Meereen has a Klein, who can distinguish right from wrong, loyal from traitors, harpies coming to persecute, Megalosaurus and Father by his side …"
"He has a clear sky above his head, a belief in his heart, not cruel and bloodthirsty, but to defend freedom. “
Other than the citizens surrounding the Earl of the Shattered Shackles, there were seven or eight bards standing at the side, playing and singing. They recounted the story of how Clyne had braved all dangers to solve the Case of the Harpy, the Dragon Mother, the Freedom, and the People in Meereen, and how the hero had been wronged and imprisoned.
In the mouths of singers, poets, and even commoners, Klein was upright and unafraid of death. He fought against the entire "Anti-singing Group" by himself.
He was a very good person, a fighter to protect the freedom of Slave Bay, the number one official of Slave Bay.
He's the Lord of Justice!
"To think that Kleon has such high prestige …"
The little devil was dumbfounded. As the muscles on his face twitched, his black nostrils expanded, scaring the citizens of Astapor into taking a few steps back.
Tyrion had seen too many similar expressions on other people's faces. After he lost his nose in the Battle of Blackwater River, everyone looked at him with either disdain, disgust, or fear.
At first, he was bitter and depressed. Slowly, he became numb, and finally, he got used to it.
At this time, Tyrion did not seem to notice the crowd's pointing and whispering. He walked to the leader, Donder, and asked curiously.
"That Harpy Group was formed by the Gith people who were unwilling to submit to the rule of the Dragon Queen?"
"Of course, other than the original slave owners, who would rebel?" Donder said with certainty.
"But why did the Dragon Queen arrest Earl Clyne for suppressing the rebellion?" Clinton asked the little devil's question.
"It's not the Queen's arrest. This is the normal operation of the Grand Court."
Knowing that the foreigners could not understand, Donder quickly explained the law of the Dragon Queen's separation of justice (the Grand Court) and administration (the guards and the military police).
Finally, he concluded, "The power of trial lies with the court, while the power of arrest and search lies with the guards. If the criminal is a noble, the Grand Court must be formed.
Only the minister of government can lead the military police to search for evidence and arrest the criminal.
In order to ensure the fairness of justice, the Queen can only play one role in the trial process. "
"Was the Codex really written by the Dragon Queen herself?"
The little devil was fascinated. The legal system in the Codex was so standardized that it was refreshing to him.
Donder was very dissatisfied with the little devil's suspicion and said stiffly, "You're just a comedian, what do you know about the law?
Any scholar who has a little understanding of the laws of various countries should know that our Codex is unique in the world. "
"Although I haven't seen the complete Codex yet, I don't doubt its advanced nature."
The little devil first complimented before asking his own question, "The Dragon Queen is only 16 years old, and she was even younger when she wrote the Codex. No matter how talented she is, she doesn't have rich experience and doesn't understand the customs of various countries. How could she create such a perfect Codex?"
"The Queen hatched three dragons at the age of 14, led the tribe across the Red Wasteland at the age of 14, liberated Astapor at the age of 14, resolved to liberate the entire Slave Bay, completely destroy slavery, and change the whole world. How can an ordinary person do these things? "Donder rolled his eyes and said unhappily.
"Uh …" The little devil thought for a while and was actually speechless.
"Alas, the Dragon Queen is so wise and powerful, how can any man in the world be worthy of her!" Tyrion said as he glanced meaningfully at the silver-haired youth beside him.
Little Griffin's face was gloomy and he lowered his eyes without saying a word.
Clinton saw this and felt very helpless. He had hoped that the Dragon Queen had one-tenth of Lega's compassion and wisdom, but now it seemed that …
She was so different!
With a sigh, he changed the topic and said, "Since the judicial system is so perfect, and Clayon is impartial, adhering to the Codex, why was he arrested?"
"Dang dang dang …"
A group of Unsullied rushed out of the Great Pyramid and beat the gong to disperse the crowd.
In the end, they even lined up in two rows and separated a passage for Clayon and the guards who were escorting him to enter the hall.
The crowd of onlookers dispersed, and the figure of the Count of Shattered Shackles disappeared at the entrance of the palace. Donder once again led the Fire Mage and Clinton forward.
As he walked, he shook his head and sighed. "It's all Earl Leon's fault. He's too stubborn and selfless. In the case of the harpies, he attacked too many people, and a small number of innocent people were implicated."
"How many people were wronged? To be able to overthrow a respected count. "The little devil said in surprise.
"I'm not sure, but a total of sixty thousand people were imprisoned, and twenty thousand were sentenced to death. It's really —"
"Seven levels of hell!" Tyrion's ugly face that was red from the sun instantly turned pale, and he howled, "How many Gith are there in Meereen?
I remember that the ratio of slaves to free people in Volantis is four to one. I think the ratio in Slave Bay is even higher. How many people are there in Slave Bay?
Did Kleon capture all the Gith people?
This method is simple, and I guarantee that no bad guy can escape, but … "
"How can it be all? There are nearly two hundred thousand Gith in Meereen! "Donder said.
Tyrion looked up at Donder and said strangely, "Do you have any misunderstanding about being impartial?"
"Count Clayon fully abides by the Code, and has no personal feelings," Donder said solemnly.
"How can there be so many Gith in Meereen?" Clinton asked in surprise.
Donder explained, "After the liberation of Slave Bay, the previous slave business naturally could not be done. The Queen then optimized and adjusted the economic structure of the Three Cities.
Astapor developed manufacturing and heavy industry, the original capital of bed slaves, Kaiyuan, was converted into a granary, and the Gith who cultivated bed slaves all moved to Meereen, and Meereen developed handicrafts and light industries. "
Danny was a kind, kind, and upright queen. Naturally, she could not directly say to the people: Meereen is the battlefield I chose, and I want the disobedient Gith to be cannon fodder in Meereen.
Of course, she was not completely lying, and optimizing the industrial chain was also one of her goals.
"What is heavy industry and light industry?" Tyrion asked curiously.
"Uh, the Queen said that the departments that provide the means of production are called heavy industry, and the departments that produce the means of consumption are called light industry …"
The customs inspector scratched his head and said with a conflicted expression, "Don't ask me what 'means of production' and 'means of consumption' are, I don't really understand.
In short, mining, smelting, forging ingots, glass-making, logging, and building ships are all considered heavy industry. As for light industry … Sigh, everything except agriculture is considered light industry! It's easier to understand this way. "
Clinton and the pyromancers listened in a daze, but Tyrion was excited, his eyes sparkling.
"But I see that most of the merchant ships come to Astapor, and very few go to Meereen." He asked again.
Donder frowned and thought for a moment, then said uncertainly, "The industrial layout seems to have not been completed. Without a doubt, Meereen was originally the most prosperous, with the most craftsmen and craftsmen.
But they were all slaves, and after being liberated as free people, they all moved to Astapor.
Now, heavy industry and light industry are all in Astapor. Meereen mainly develops cash crops, such as olives, soybeans, and peanuts.
Especially olives, the olive oil from Slaver's Bay is sold all over the world.
There were also large olive forests in Kaiyuan Plain, but unfortunately, they were all burned to the ground by the slave owners, and now we can only grow wheat, corn, turnips, and other food crops. "
"Wonderful, wonderful!" Tyrion exclaimed, clapping his hands.
"What's wonderful?" Little Griffin looked at him as if he was crazy.
"Uh," the little devil was stunned, his ugly face twisted, "I don't know what's so wonderful about it, but this industrial layout has a strange beauty, very … harmonious."
"Beauty?" This time, Little Griffin completely thought he was crazy.
"Optimizing the industrial chain can double the production efficiency." Suddenly, a slightly immature female voice came from the side.
Tyrion turned his head and saw a little black girl with a round face and a flat nose looking at him with her round golden eyes.
"Ah, it's the mayor." Donder respectfully walked to the little black girl, bowed, and said, "I am Donder Hope, Inspector of the Customs Commodity Inspection Department. Greetings to Lady Missandei."
"Mayor?" Everyone was shocked.
"The mayor is a female dwarf?"
Tyrion looked at Missandei with an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
It seemed that the Dragon Queen did not care about the origin of the people.
But then again, even the ugly, demon-like fire wizards had a high salary of "millions of gold coins", so it was very reasonable for a dwarf to be the mayor.
If the Dragon Queen did not care about his identity as Lannister, with his wisdom, he wondered if he could become the Hand of the King …
In a short moment, countless thoughts flashed through Tyrion's mind.
But the next moment, Donder slapped him on the back of the head and reprimanded, "Do you think that just because she's as tall as you, she must be a dwarf? Lady Missandei is only 11 years old! "
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