"Seven layers of hell!" After Whitebeard heard this, he felt bad and groaned, "It's crazy, it's really crazy! How can we let everyone remember a new name every day? "
"Yes, the world lacks everything, but it doesn't lack idiots." Krasny listened to the little interpreter's words, nodded in agreement, and then understated, "So, we have to select smart, strong, and obedient people.
Those who can't remember a new name, kill!
Those who can't run all day with a full load, kill!
Those who can't climb the mountain in the dark night, kill!
Those who can't walk barefoot through burning coal, kill!
Those who can't kill babies, kill!
Those who can't kill dogs, kill!
.....”
This time, not to mention Whitebeard, even Jorah's face was distorted, and his right hand holding the hilt creaked.
Dani believed that as long as she gave the order, he would rush over regardless of anything, and split the complacent slave master into two pieces as fast as he could.
Well, Dani's pretty face was also pale, and her face was twisted.
Her expression couldn't be hidden, and the slave owner saw it all, but he wasn't ashamed, instead, he was complacent, smiling, and looked at her with eyes full of contempt.
"Kill babies? Whose babies do the Unsullied kill? Do you want to train them to attack the city? "Danny asked with her eyes down.
Krasny joked, "Before winning the spiked helmet to become an official Unsullied, I will give each slave a silver coin, let them go to the slave market, find a crying newborn, and then be killed by the child in front of the baby's mother.
Hehehe, in this way, we can be sure that there is no weakness in his heart. "
"Crack —"
Danny seemed to hear the sound of teeth breaking. Was it Jorah Mormont, or Whitebeard Astan?
When she was about to speak, she found that her teeth were clenched, and there was a taste of blood in her mouth.
It turned out to be herself …
"They took the baby from the mother's arms, killed it under her watch, and then paid a silver coin to compensate for her pain. Even if it's to train the Unsullied, isn't it too cruel?" She swallowed the blood in her mouth and gritted her teeth.
"Hahahaha!" When the translation was finished, Krazny laughed loudly. "That nagging bitch is such a soft-hearted fool.
Tell her that the money should be paid to the child's master, not his mother. The slave's everything belongs to the master, even her child! "
What was the slander of an individual compared to the lives and dignity of millions of people?
Danny had once thought that Danny Rize was very unwise. For the sake of a few thousand Unsullied, she had completely abandoned the Targaryen family's credibility.
Now, Danny understood her a little. In other words, she understood Qin Shi Huang a little. Bearing the infamy of the world, he benefited the world.
Alright, Danny was a little pretentious. Qin Shihuang was much more difficult than her, but he was also much more noble.
In short, Danny made a decision in her heart as Krazny laughed maniacally.
Seeing that Danny suddenly gave him a sweet and meaningful smile, Krazny stopped laughing and looked at her strangely for a while. Seeing that she was still smiling at him, he turned his head away uncomfortably.
But immediately, a strong sense of shame welled up in his heart. The slave master angrily slapped his leg with his whip and shouted at the poor little translator, "Tell that Westeros bitch, killing babies is nothing. More slaves can't pass the test of killing dogs.
Tell her that on the day every boy is castrated, I will give him a puppy. He must raise it until the end of the first year, and then strangle it with his own hands …
Hehe, those who can't do it will be executed immediately, and his bones and flesh will be cut off to feed the dog that he can't bear to kill.
Dogs don't have so many scruples, they will eat happily!
Hehehe, for those children, killing dogs is much more difficult than killing humans … Ask them, would they be surprised?
Because eunuch warriors have no feelings for babies, but puppies are their only companions, their only spiritual sustenance, hahahaha … "
Whitebeard looked away. He couldn't bear Krazny anymore. He had never wanted to leave a city, a bay so badly … This place was so dirty that a decent person like him couldn't stand it.
"Your Highness, I suggest to you with the most sincere heart that you leave here immediately. Hell doesn't belong to the pure you," he said.
"Slave masters should go to hell, but what does this have to do with the Unsullied?" Chola retorted. "It's better to serve the queen than to be tortured here."
"Buying the Unsullied is equivalent to helping the slave masters. They will use the gold royals we pay to buy more slaves, kill more babies and … their dogs." Whitebeard gritted his teeth.
"If we don't buy, the Unsullied won't produce anymore? We are the only customers in the world? "Chola sneered.
"Hey, you Westeros pigs, what are you whispering about?" Krazny shouted with his whip. "If you want to buy, then buy quickly. If you don't want to buy, then leave immediately. I'm very busy. Later, the pirate king will come to see the slaves. He said he wants to buy all of them."
"Master, the pirate king came three days ago. Among the guests you made an appointment with today is Her Majesty the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms." The little translator reminded.
The slave master poked the back of the little girl's head with the handle of his whip. "He came three days ago and can't come again today? The last business deal didn't work out! "
The little girl shrank her neck and squinted, enduring a few blows. "Master, you're right. But that pirate king only wants to buy 100 Unsullied, and he's very tough to cut the price in half. You told him to get lost … Ouch! "
It was the slave master who knocked her on the head again and said angrily, "You translate what I say. The wisdom of doing business, do you lowly slave understand? If I don't provoke her like this, will that silver-haired bitch queen pay a lot of money to buy my slaves? "
"Oh oh …" The little translator was submissive and explained what he meant.
As expected, Danny looked panicked. "Oh, good lord, you can't do this. I still need the Unsullied to restore my country!"
"Then hurry up and buy!" Hearing the translator's words, the slave master smiled proudly. "Sigh, recently the Ursos continent has only two broken city-states, Myrta and Lossi, fighting. It's too peaceful, the Unsullied can't be sold!
Otherwise, how would that Hanged Ghost Pirate have the chance to bargain with me?
I heard that the Westeros are in chaos recently. When the bitch queen brings my good slaves to open up the situation … Hehehe, it's best to send 3000 Unsullied to protect the King's Landing and surprise those barbarians who haven't seen the world.
I heard that they have seven kings? The richest Tywin can poop gold?
Hehehe, when they find us, the good lords of Aposta can raise the price! "
Seeing that the little interpreter was still standing there looking at him in a daze, the kind Benevolent Lord knocked on her young shoulder and said angrily, "Quick, tell those people to buy those animals as soon as possible.
Oh, damn it, they are already mature Unsullied!
The best business is of course sold on the first day the Unsullied are successfully cultivated.
Sigh, it's a pity, the Unsullied are not pigs. They can't get fatter, but they can eat more than pigs.
It takes a lot of money to maintain their food every day, and they can't be saved. If they starve, they starve and lose weight, no one will buy them. "
"But, master, you said so much, how can I translate!" The little translator had been trying to keep a serious face, but now she was frowning and about to cry.
"You really are a stupid Naas sheep!" The slave owner hit the little translator on the forehead, shoulder, and back of the neck, and cursed loudly, "Some words can be said, some can't, can't you judge for yourself?"
The little translator didn't dare to hide, so she just stood there and let him hit her. When he stopped, she said, "Master, there is only one sentence that can be said – 'Please hurry up and place the order.' But you said a lot, even if they don't understand, they will understand that you said more than one sentence!"
"Oh, that seems to be right!" The good lord tilted her head and thought for a moment, and then she hit the little head with the whip again. "Why didn't you remind me earlier? You little bitch, you don't have any eyes at all. Could it be that your father and the sheep on Nass Island gave birth to you? "
"Master, I'm sorry," the little translator said with a wooden face. "Please don't say anymore, the guests are looking at you!"
"Pa!" Another whip, the good lord jumped and angrily said, "You lowly slave, you are even worse than a wild dog, how dare you point fingers at the great good lord?!"
"Master, I'm sorry." The little translator endured the pain, trying to keep her appearance unchanged, and said, "You just asked me to remind you …"
The good lord's whip froze in mid-air, and for a long time, she hit her head one last time, gasping for breath, and said, "Brag about the popularity of the Unsullied in the slave market at present, and tell them that if they don't hurry up and buy, they won't be able to buy it."
Then, with a serious little black face, the little translator began to brag in a serious manner.
She said almost as much as the slave owner had said before. It was really too difficult for her!
Dani held back her laughter. After listening to her, she said nervously, "Really? You also saw that my two ministers had a disagreement, and I was going to go back and have a meeting to discuss it!
So, we can only give up the plan to buy the Unsullied.
To be honest, I think the Unsullied that can be used for a lifetime is far more reliable than the Golden Group. "
After listening to the little translator's words, the slave owner's eyes shrank, and he shouted, "That bitch is right, the Unsullied can be used for a lifetime, but the Golden Group doesn't keep their word, and the price is so high. What's even more ridiculous is that they have to sign a contract every few years. Damn it, it's the Yellow Army again, that time with Mill … "
At this point, Krazini suddenly looked at Danny suspiciously and said, "The Golden Group just signed a contract with Mill, and those guys' motto is' Words are like gold '. Since the beginning of their establishment, they have never broken the contract.
How did this Westeros bitch hire the Golden Group? Does she want to take the opportunity to bargain? Ask her for me. "
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