Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 347: see you again

  Chapter 347 See you again

  Daenerys ran out of the hall in a hurry, almost tripping over the cumbersome tokar robes.

  It was only then that she realized that she shouldn't have dressed like this to meet Caesar.

  He hated this slave master's service the most.

   "Missandei, go and entertain Caesar and let him wait for a while. Yili, Jiqi, help me to freshen up."

  Seeing Daenerys' appearance, everyone understood her intentions.

   Quentin Martell was mad with jealousy, but was frightened by Caesar's name, and quickly discussed countermeasures with Garris Dingwater in a low voice.

  Jorah Mormont gritted his teeth, thought for a moment, and suddenly raised a key question:

   "Why did Caesar come to Meereen at this time? Didn't the 'civilized world' use troops against Astapor?"

  Captain Dario smiled dismissively and said:

   "You don't know yet, Caesar has restored slavery in Astapor. Now he is a friend of the 'civilized world'."

   "Traitor!" Jorah spat thick phlegm angrily.

   Daenerys was also stunned for a moment, but ignored the slander of several people, turned around and left quickly.

  Of course, the joy in her heart was indeed affected.

  Caesar really restored slavery in Astapor?

Why?

  He obviously hates the slave trade...

  When the warm bath water wrapped her, Daenerys was still thinking about how to face Caesar.

  Thousands of thoughts flashed through her mind, but she still couldn't make up her mind.

   "What kind of clothes does Your Majesty want to wear?" Ji Qi asked.

   Starlight and flowers. Daenerys thought subconsciously.

  She found herself unable to blame Caesar at all.

   "Bring me the purple silk dress with pearls on the breast, oh, and my white lion skin and white stone earrings."

   "Where's the crown?"

   "No crown."

  After dressing properly, Daenerys came to the terrace on the top of the pyramid with complicated emotions.

  I saw Samwell sitting on a stone stool under the pear tree drinking sour persimmon wine.

  He was still wearing the simple and mysterious set of bronze armor, with a sky blue cloak outside, and the huge two-handed giant sword behind his back.

  White dragon Cleopater crouched behind him, biting an animal that looked like a buffalo.

   "Danny." Samwell stood up and said with a smile, "It's been a long time since I saw you, and you look more and more charming."

  The man's compliment made Daenerys jump for joy. She wanted to say something nice, but somehow it turned into a question:

   "You restored slavery in Astapor?"

   "Yes." Samwell admitted frankly.

   "Why?" Daenerys bit her red lips, expecting him to give a reasonable explanation.

   "This is the Astaporian's own choice." Samwell shrugged.

  Daenerys froze for a moment: "The Astaporian's own choice?"

"Yes. I have a referendum in Astapor, and everyone can vote, rich or poor, ex-noble or newly freed slave, wise old man or ignorant child, Everyone could cast an equally important vote in deciding whether to resume the slave trade.

   As it turns out, the Astaporians clearly prefer their old lives. Of course I can't force them. "

   "How...how is this possible?" Daenerys dared not answer, "The people of Astapor voluntarily chose to become slaves?"

   "No, the people of Astapor chose to fill their stomachs." Samwell sighed, "I told you that there are objective reasons why Slaver Bay became Slave Bay.

  The war between Valyria and the Gughis Empire burned down the forest, and the bare land was severely deserted under the scorching sun. Now even if it is recultivated and managed, it is difficult to harvest enough food to feed everyone.

   Besides continuing the slave trade, what else can the Astapors do?

  Yes, we gave them freedom, but when they realize the price of freedom, they don't appreciate us.

   If you don't believe it, you can also hold a referendum in Meereen to see if the people here prefer freedom or slavery. "

   "No one likes to be enslaved." Daenerys said stubbornly, "I was sold as a commodity, and I understand what it feels like."

  Samwell pointed to the two Dothraki maids behind her, and said:

   "Iri and Jiqi are slave girls given to you by King Ma, right? Ask them if they would like to regain their freedom and leave you to live alone?"

   Before Daenerys could ask a question, I saw Yi Li and Jiki knelt down in fright and begged:

   "Your Majesty, don't drive us away, we are willing to serve you."

  Daenerys had no choice but to appease the two frightened maids first, and then said to Samwell:

   "It's different. I never saw them as slaves..."

"But they are indeed your slaves." Samwell said, "and you can't deny that many slaves actually live very well. You gave them freedom without asking their opinions at all, and more importantly, you Broke their way, but failed to lead them on a brighter way.

  Although the former slaves became free men, they still had to run around for their livelihood, and because they lost the support of their masters, their lives actually became more difficult.

  Nobles can still hire these former slaves to work for themselves with extremely low wages. Everything seems to have changed, but in fact it has not changed at all.

   Don't believe it? If you don't believe it, you can try to work in the fields for a day in the scorching sun, and then you will understand why the Astaporians would rather be slaves than farm. "

   "But the slave trade is wrong!" Daenerys puffed her cheeks, "And when I set them free, they were so happy, they even called me 'Misha'!"

  Samwell was taken aback suddenly: "What do they call you? Nisha?"

   "No, it's Misha. This is Gughis language, which means mother." Daenerys said, "How can a mother sell her children?"

  Hearing this, Samwell fell silent.

  Because he suddenly remembered the Valyrian girl he had seen in the illusion of the ruins of Gujis, the wife of Azor Ahai in the legend, that Nissa Nissa.

  Misha, Nissa.

Is it a coincidence that    sounds so similar?

   Or is this some kind of revelation that the Ghiscari gods tried their best to convey to him?

   "Sam?" Daenerys couldn't help but ask after seeing the man's silence for a long time, "What are you thinking?"

  Samwell came back to his senses and said with a smile:

"Nothing. I just want to tell you that the abolition of slavery is of course a just act, but it cannot be done simply by issuing a decree. If this is the case, then the rule is too simple, and there will be no such thing in the world. How foolish the king and the mad king."

  If it was before, Daenerys would retort that he didn't have the courage to try, but after experiencing everything in Yunkai and Meereen, she realized that the naive person was actually herself.

  She always screwed up everything.

  Brother Viserys used to call me a stupid kid, maybe I was really stupid...

   "Where's your dragon?" came Samwell's voice.

   And this question made Daenerys even more embarrassed.

   "They...they..." She wrung her hands, not knowing how to answer.

  She is the mother of dragons, but she can't even take care of her own children.

   Also delusional to take care of the thousands of slaves in Slave Bay.

  Daenerys looked at Samwell timidly, but fortunately the man's gentle gaze made her feel comforted.

   "Come with me." She took his hand.