Although the slave merchant did not understand what Whitebeard was saying, his tone and demeanor were obviously not beneficial to his business.
"What is that smelly old man saying?" Krazny asked the interpreter.
After the little girl told him, the fat slave owner stomped his feet angrily. "That old man is very bad!"
"Tell that western barbarian that we call the behavior of the Unsullied 'obedience'. I know that the Andals knights are very famous, but even if the knights are stronger, faster, and more skilled than the Unsullied, they are far inferior to my good slaves. They are absolutely obedient and loyal.
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? "
In the end, he poured a glass of iced wine, exhaled a breath of cold air comfortably, and added, "Of course, pay attention to the wording, don't make my good guest feel the slightest bit unhappy."
The little girl translated his words with a stutter, expressing all the meaning without the slightest intention of offending. Danny felt sorry for her. It's too hard for me!
Aston smiled coldly. "If I want to be docile, I might as well sell sheep."
After Krazini heard the translation, he grinned, revealing his big and white teeth. "As soon as I give the order, these sheep will tear his belly apart and let his stinky intestines flow to the ground."
The interpreter said, "The Unsullied are not sheep, they have the ferocity and loyalty of dogs."
"Hounds?"
Danny murmured, slowly walking along the line of slave soldiers as she observed.
The girl holding the parasol followed closely behind her, keeping her in the shadows. This reminded her that the Unsullied had been standing under the sun for a day and a morning, without a parasol …
Danny found that more than half of the Unsullied had the bronze skin and almond-shaped eyes of the Dothraki or Lazarus. Obviously, the Dothraki Khalasar had made an "outstanding" contribution to the slave trade.
The rest were white people from the Free Trade City, Quills milk people, black people from the Summer Islands, and even one or two sallow-skinned, pointy-headed Jugesnai. She wondered who had brought them from so far away.
In addition to the foreigners, the Gith people with amber skin and red and black straight hair were also trained as Unsullied.
He didn't even spare his own clansmen, how ruthless!
These Unsullied Ones all had smooth cheeks and numb eyes.
They were obviously of different heights and ages ranging from 14 to 20 years old, but they gave off the feeling that they were all printed out of the same mold.
Their appearances were different, but their souls had been forcibly molded into the same appearance, Danny thought.
"Why castrate?" she asked Krazny through the slave. "Men are stronger than eunuchs, everyone knows that."
"What's the most important thing for a warrior?" Krazny asked solemnly. "Power? Bulls were strong and powerful, but in the arena, they were the ones who died every day.
Just three days ago, a nine-year-old girl had killed a wild bull in the Josil Arena.
Our Gujis Empire used the fact that we dominated the world to tell everyone that discipline is far more important than strength.
The Unsullied are the reincarnation of the Gujis Legion. They are absolutely obedient, absolutely loyal, and fearless. "
It made sense. Countless examples of modern warfare proved one thing: discipline was the most important thing in the army.
Danny thought to herself.
"The bravest people are also afraid of death and disability," Astan argued.
Krazny grinned again. "Tell the old man that he smells like urine and needs a rotten stick to stand. He is more disabled than disabled. It's better to jump into the sea and drown."
"Do you really say that, master?" The little translator was helpless. She didn't know how to change this kind of scolding words tactfully!
The slave owner poked the little black girl with the whip and scolded angrily, "Are you a woman or a ewe? How can you ask such a stupid question? If you scold away the customers, who will I do business with? "
"Then … Master, what should I say?" The little slave girl asked timidly.
"Tell them that the Unsullied Ones are not human. Death is nothing to the Unsullied Ones. Disability is even more irrelevant!"
While Blackie was translating, the slave master walked to the square by the stairs on the side and stood in front of a strong slave soldier who looked like a Lazarus. He suddenly raised the silver whip in his hand and hit the other party's bronze-colored cheek, leaving a bloody mark on the other party's face.
The eunuch soldier only blinked, but he stood still and let the blood flow.
"Does it feel good? Do you want me to do it again? "Krazny asked the slave soldier, but looked at Danny and the others with a smile.
"As long as the master is happy, please continue," the Unsullied Ones said loudly.
Seeing the slave owner raise the whip again, Danny quickly walked over, held his arm, and said to the little translator, "Please tell the Virtuous Ones that I have understood their courage to bear the pain."
After her words were translated into Valleglia, Krazny sneered, "Tell this ignorant Western bitch that it has nothing to do with courage."
"The Virtuous Ones said that it is not courage, Your Majesty."
"Let her open her dog eyes and take a good look."
Krazny moved on to the next warrior, a tall young man with the blue eyes and flaxen hair of the Lys.
"Give me your sword."
The Lisi knelt on one knee and skillfully pulled out the short sword on his belt and respectfully handed it to the slave owner with the hilt facing forward.
"Get up," Krazny ordered.
The Unsullied Ones immediately got up.
The slave owner looked at Danny with a smile, and with an uncaring attitude, slowly drew the sword from bottom to top across the strong torso of the Lisi, leaving a slender red line from the ribs to the abdomen.
As if still not satisfied, he poked the tip of the sword under the pink buttocks and began to cut back and forth. Blood flowed like a stream from the slave's chest.
"Ah, seven layers of hell, what are you doing?" Danny cried.
"Tell the cow not to make a fuss." Krazny listened to the translation and said impatiently, "Men don't need nipples, eunuchs don't need them."
There was only a thin layer of skin between the nipple and the chest, and he slashed it down, causing it to roll to the brick floor.
A red circle appeared on the Unsullied Ones chest, and blood gushed out, but he did not move until Krazny returned the sword with the hilt facing forward.
"Take it."
"This little one is happy to serve the master." The slave warrior took the sword and said respectfully.
Krazny turned to face Danny, "See? They can't feel pain. We have a magical drink called the 'Wine of Courage', made with belladonna, bloodfly larvae, black lotus roots, and other secret recipes.
From the day they were castrated, they must drink it at every meal, day after day, year after year, until their senses become numb, until they become fearless in battle, until they are not afraid of any torture.
Tell the barbarian that any secret can be trusted to be kept by the Unsullied. He can also be arranged to guard the meeting room, or even the bedroom, without worrying about being eavesdropped.
In Yuankai and Meereen, the way to create eunuchs is to remove the buttocks, but leave the silver stalks. Such people can't have children, but they can still be ridden, and that will only cause trouble.
We also remove the silver stalks, leaving nothing behind. The Unsullied Ones are the purest animals in the world, and the Bitch Queen can use them without worry.
Oh, no, maybe she needs that thing of theirs.
But don't worry, although Aposta is not as good as Kaiyuan, there are also tall, powerful, and skilled bed slaves to satisfy her, hahaha … "
'Should I feed it to Dahei, Little Green, or Little White?'
Danny fell into deep thought.
The little interpreter's body swayed, and he spoke his words with difficulty.
"Beast!" Whitebeard stomped his crutch and scolded with a livid face.
"That old man is scolding you, master." The little slave girl trembled.
"Hahaha!" The slave owner laughed exaggeratedly at Whitebeard and sneered, "I heard that in the barbaric Sunset Kingdom, there are people who solemnly swear to maintain chastity, to not have children, and to live only for duty. Is that so? “
"Yes." After the question was conveyed by the little interpreter, the old man nodded and said, "There are many such organizations: the scholars of the City of Knowledge, the monks and nuns who serve the Seven Gods, the sisters of Silence who mourn the dead, the Kingsguard, the Night Watchers …"
The slave merchant's voice was low, "People shouldn't live like this. They will be tortured by temptation every day, and the oath is useless. In the end, most people will succumb to their base desires.
The Unsullied Ones are different. Their way of combining with the sword is incomparable to others who swear thousands of oaths. Whether it's a woman or a man, they can never be tempted. "
"Well, don't you know that in addition to the instinctive desire of the body, there are countless ways in the world to tempt people?" After the slave girl finished translating, Whitebeard retorted sarcastically.
"Yes, there are countless ways to tempt people, but the Unsullied Ones are different. They have nothing except weapons, and they don't even have their own names. Money, women, power, food, and so on are meaningless to them. "
"No name? Then what do I call them? "Danny frowned at the little interpreter.
"Your Majesty, they don't have a fixed name."
Krazini stopped in front of a Gith, who had the same amber skin, the same black and red upright hair, and even the same hairstyle. If one didn't look carefully, their faces were similar.
Danny even viciously thought that in order to make money, did this cruel slave owner also train his extra son to be an Unsullied?
Krazini 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.
Oh, ask this Westeros bitch if she can recognize the Giscari hieroglyphs. "
"I can't." Danny said sullenly.
After the slave merchant got the answer from the little interpreter, he frowned, turned to the Unsullied Ones, and asked, "What's your name?"
"This little one is called Red Flea, Master."
"What was your name yesterday?"
"Black Rat, Master."
"The day before yesterday?"
"Brown Flea, Master."
"The day before yesterday?"
"This little one can't remember clearly, Master. Maybe it's a blue toad, a blue bug, or a shield? "
"Tell her that their names are all like this, Bug, Rat, Toad, Earthworm … This can constantly remind the slaves that you are just lowly bugs.
Every evening, all the nameplates are thrown into an empty wooden bucket, and at dawn the next day, they are randomly picked up.
Hmph, they are not even as lowly as mosquitoes! "
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