"It's true that Slaver's Bay uses fish heads to feed their animals, but fish heads can still be delicious if cleaned up properly. When the Dragon Queen invited me to a banquet, she prepared … "Danzo thought for a moment and said uncertainly," Fish head with diced hot red peppers or fish head with garlic? "
"If the Dragon Queen can eat it, so can we. It's just that we're sick of eating fish every day."
"Bam, bam, bam!" The cook knocked on the copper bucket with a spoon and said loudly, "Are you eating or not?"
It was their turn.
"Of course, I want a big portion." Danzo glanced at the silver-haired, blue-eyed middle-aged woman and said calmly.
He recognized her. She was Kelly from Volantis' mutton business. Because she had treated him like a fat sheep, he had sent her to the military court and made her a slave.
Who knew that after the Battle of Meereen, the slaves would suddenly become free people with houses and fields, while the officers would become captives and be watched over by the former slaves.
Aunt Kelly picked up the copper container and scooped half a small fish head for Danzo. The rest was soup, and there were not many strands of seaweed.
The warrior poet was furious. Even though he had been captured, he had been treated personally by the Dragon Queen. Now, even a little cook dared to humiliate him, let alone see the Dragon Queen.
After the anger, there was a deep sense of helplessness. He had to accept the result of the choice he made back then.
He could not even blame the commander who had died in the Westeros. Who would have thought that the hundreds of thousands of allied troops would be defeated so easily?
The allied army had gathered the strength of the entire world to fight against the small Slaver's Bay, which was not even as big as the Seven Kingdoms' River Bend, and then the world lost. Was this reasonable?
It was indeed illogical to just look at the result, but after carefully studying the process, he realized that the allied army's defeat was not unjustified at all. Even the gods had appeared.
"Sigh, this is fate!"
With a sigh, Danzo took the container helplessly.
It was a container of fish head seaweed oatmeal soup and a loaf of mixed grain bread.
There was a thick layer of chili oil in the soup, and the fragrance of butter and fire dragon pepper filled the entire tunnel.
Grazidan, Zidane, and Danzo followed the path and squatted on the ground. They tore off a large piece of bread and soaked it in the soup. Then, they stuffed it into their mouths and sighed in satisfaction.
"Even captives like us have butter and fire dragon pepper to eat. How much food must Slave Bay have stockpiled! Perhaps being captured by the Dragon Queen is also a blessing. "Glazdan sighed.
"Is your brain frozen? They started logging at nine in the morning and got off work at five in the evening. After dinner, they had to continue farming in the worm path and could only rest at nine in the evening.
They only had one day off every seven days.
Even animals shouldn't be ordered around like that, and you're repaying it?! "Zidane's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Livestock are more precious than humans. Warhorses should rest for three to five days after sprinting at full speed for two hours. Cattle will never plow continuously for four hours." Danzo took a sip of the soup and grimaced in pain from the spiciness.
"But you don't believe me when I say it's a blessing," Glazdan said with a wry smile. "Our captives can eat their fill. What does that mean?
It means that the Dragon Queen was prepared for the long night. It means that Slave Bay has plenty of food.
We're farming every day now, which means that Slave Bay can produce endless amounts of food. Even if there aren't many cultivated fields in the worm path, at least there are vegetables and fresh fruits to improve the taste. "
"We're not civilians. Even if we leave Slave Bay, we won't lack food." Zidane said disapprovingly.
"Haha, do you think civilians will watch you eat meat and then slowly die in hunger and cold?
The victory of the slaves in Slave Bay is an example. No matter how cowardly civilians are, they have more drive and strength than slaves.
If the legends are correct, this long night will also last for a generation. Other than Slave Bay, the entire world will turn into an ice hell. "Glazdan sneered.
"Glazdan, where is Glazdan?"
His friends were eating and chatting as they chatted. Suddenly, a strong horse galloped over the worm path. The centaur on the horse shouted Glazdan's name with a strange accent in Valleglia.
Glazdan hesitated.
"Where is Glazdan, the Queen is looking for you." The centaur shouted.
"I am Glazdan!"
Hearing the Queen's invitation, Glazdan didn't hesitate. Seventeen or eighteen people stood out from the long worm path.
They were all Gith people with black and red hair.
"Neigh ~ ~ ~" The centaur stopped the horse beautifully and looked around blankly.
"Why are there so many Glazdan? You can't lie to the Queen, you'll be beheaded! "The centaur shouted.
"I'm not lying, my name is Glazdan."
"I really am Glazdan!"
Hearing that they were going to be beheaded, the Glazdan became excited.
"Buzz ~ ~ ~" The little sun in front of the centaur turned into a little girl with long black hair.
"The Queen wants to see the Yuankai War God Glazdan. Who is the Yuankai War God?" The little elf shouted.
"It's me, I'm …" Glazdan said embarrassedly. "I'm Glazdan of Yuankai."
In this situation, he really couldn't say the name "War God".
"Then are you the War God?" The little elf flew in front of him and asked with her hands on her hips.
Glazdan became even more embarrassed. "I, I'm not the War God."
"If you're not the War God, why are you standing out? The Queen is looking for the War God of Yuankai, "the little elf said angrily.
Glazdan felt hot and embarrassed.
Sensing the strange gazes of the people around him and their mocking whispers, he gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength. His square face, which was hard and square, actually looked a little hideous. "I am the War God of Yuan Kai, Graz 'dan. Sir, you have found the right person."
The little elf, Hong Ti, was shocked. "What are you doing?"
"You said you're not the War God one moment, and now you're saying you're the War God the next. Are you the War God or not? If you dare to fool me, I'll poke your eyes out! "
As she spoke, Hong Ti turned into a little sun and shone so brightly that tears streamed down Glazdan's face.
"I'm a War God who has lost every battle. I have the title of War God, but I have no achievements." He sighed.
Hong Ti was a little confused. She turned back into a little elf and pondered with her fingers.
"Lord Hong Ti, he's the Glazdan the Queen is looking for. "Fortunately, the centaur messenger was smart enough to help the War God out of this predicament.
That night, the War God of Yuankai returned.
When he left, he was still wearing a dirty old sheepskin coat. When he returned, he looked brand new. He was wearing a silver leopard skin coat and a bright red leather armor. He even had a bright golden lion skin cape on his back. Sitting on a strong yellow horse, he looked majestic and dignified.
"Glazdan, you surrendered to the Dragon Queen?" Zidane was so envious that his eyes turned red.
Glazdan ignored his friend's words and said loudly to the captives, "I need a group of literate servants. It's best if they're Volantis people with families and jobs."
After half an hour, Glazdan recruited about two hundred people.
In another wide tunnel, he gathered everyone and said in a deep voice, "I'm now the Commander-in-Chief of the Volantis War Zone appointed by the Dragon Queen."
"What, the Dragon Queen is going to attack Volantis? The night is coming, and it's dark and cold. Three thousand kilometers to the west, that's crazy. "Danzo said in disbelief.
Glazdan raised his hand and interrupted the clamor of the servants. He frowned and said, "It's not an attack on Volantis. It's to lead the Volantis people back home."
"The Dragon Queen is willing to let us go?" A middle-aged Volantis knight with a flat nose asked excitedly.
Glazdan explained, "The Queen said that we should be rehabilitated for five to eight years, but the night is coming, and it will only get colder in the future. This process may last more than ten years.
Most of the soldiers who came to Slave Bay are the pillars of their families. They have wives, children, and parents to take care of.
So, she's willing to accept the mercy of the Virgin Mary and forgive our crimes and let us go home to reunite with our families. "
"My home is in Braavos. Can we go?" Zidane quickly asked.
"Of your own free will. As long as you're willing to leave Slave Bay and return to your hometown, you can leave. However, Slave Bay will only provide you with rations until you reach Volantis. We'll have to pay for the rest of the journey." Glazdan said.
"What, there's rations? Isn't the Dragon Queen a little too saintly?! "
"All the way to Volantis, that's three thousand kilometers. If tens of thousands of us leave, how much rations will we need?"
Everyone was shocked.
"The Dragon Queen's fleet will send us to Tolos. It's about one thousand eight hundred kilometers from Tolos to Volantis.
At Tolos, the Dragon Queen will give everyone who chooses to return home fifty pounds of salted fish head, thirty pounds of wheat, and twenty pounds of turnips or sweet potatoes. "Glazdan continued.
"A hundred pounds. If we're frugal, it'll last us for two months. We should be able to reach Volantis, but it'll be very slow if we're carrying these things …" Danzo frowned.
"I'm the commander-in-chief of the Westward Army. I'll arrange for the transportation of rations. The Dragon Queen is also willing to provide us with enough carts and horses," Glazdan said.
"This … isn't this treatment a little too good?" Even the warrior poet Danzo was shocked.
"I can't believe you're educated and literate. You think you've profited …" Glazdan smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Do the math. If we don't leave, how much rations will she invest in us?"
Looking at the confused attendants, he sighed. "A hundred pounds of rations might be enough for two to three months, but if we stay in Slaver's Bay, let alone two to three years, it won't be surprising for us to stay for eight to ten years. How many three months has it been?
This means that the Dragon Queen can save at least 95% of the rations by sending one person away. "
"So, we've gained freedom and free rations, and we're still losing out?" Everyone was conflicted.
"But we're working too. It's tough," Zidane argued.
"Sigh, we've taken the jobs of millions of people in Slaver's Bay!"
Glazdan sighed and explained, "When night falls, Slaver's Bay can no longer carry out large-scale industrial and agricultural activities.
Now, many people are idle at home, unable to find work.
Once we leave, the work of the lumberjacks will be taken over by countless free people.
They don't have to work too hard. As long as they can cut down enough firewood for their family, that's enough.
So, it's really a blessing for us to be able to work for 996 days! "
After an awkward silence, Zidane gritted his teeth and said, "At least we've gained freedom."
"Long live freedom!" Someone immediately agreed.
"In order to breathe the sweet air of freedom, I'm willing to give up everything," another person said.
"You don't have to give up anything. We don't have to pay anything, and we'll even receive the Queen's aid." Glazdan shook his head.
Hearing this, many people felt bitter. The freedom that they didn't have to give up everything seemed to have lost its sweet taste.
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