The bay of grief at sunset is calm and beautiful.

The sky covered the boundless sea, and four incomparably small ships were slowly moving north.

A few mischievous dolphins chase the ripples in the stern of the boat, constantly making crisp and cheerful calls.

In the dim sun, Cleopatra crouched on the deck, its weight lifting the other end of the massive ship slightly.

In fact, when the white dragon tried to land before, the old captain's face was as white as a corpse that had been soaked in water for three days.

Fortunately, the weight of the white dragon was still within the range of the sea ship and did not cause it to capsize, but the old captain still asked the sailors to move the cargo to the other end in order to find balance.

Daenerys was amazed at the white dragon, and circled it several times, touching its scales, patting its tail, and asking Samwell how he had raised it so big.

Samwell, of course, still has the same rhetoric - he eats a lot.

Daenerys was skeptical of this answer.

Her three dragons were also curious about the large consort in front of them, and Viserion and Raygo crawled around on Cleopatra, and the white dragon impatiently chased the two little ones down with their tails, but they continued to climb with pleasure.

The black dragon Zhuo Geng seemed a little more steady, just lying next to the white dragon's neck, constantly hissing, as if talking to the other party, but unfortunately Cleopatra was unwilling to deal with it.

Daenerys asked the maid to bring fresh meat, and she took out a piece and held it up in the air and shook it.

All three of her dragons stared hungrily, but the white dragon was dismissive, as if disgusted that the meat was too small.

"Dracarys," she began, and tossed the meat into the air.

Drogon's movements were faster than a cobra, roaring and spewing flames, bright red and orange mixed together, and the flesh was already charred before it even hit the ground.

Rego and Viserion also quickly stretched out their heads, each biting a corner of the flesh, and began to scramble.

"That's the Valyrian word for dragon fire." Daenerys explained to Samwell beside her, "I've been training them, and I've chosen a password that no one would ever happen to say. Sam, your dragon must have a password, too. ”

"Yes." Samwell smiled, "But I'd better not say it, or the ship will be burned by Cleopatra's flames." ”

Daenerys smiled and threw the rest of the fresh meat out for the dragon to scramble.

This time, Cleopatra moved her mouth and took the largest piece in her mouth.

However, this piece of meat is nothing compared to its size.

"Your dragon doesn't eat much." Daenerys wondered.

"On the way here, he was already full of food and caught several sea fish." Samwell scratched Cleopatra's chin with his hand, and the white dragon narrowed his eyes in comfort.

Seeing this, Daenerys also leaned over and gently touched the scales on the white dragon's chin.

The gentle sea breeze ruffled her long silver hair, carrying the smell of orchid cinnamon and exotic spices.

"I've loved the sea since I was a kid." Daenerys looked at the sparkling golden sea and said leisurely, "I even thought on a whim how good it would be to be a sailor. ”

"Because you're born of the storm." Samwell said with a smile.

He knew that Daenerys had been born on Dragonstone, when a great storm had befallen her at the same time, destroying all fleets of the royal navy and destroying the last hope of the Targaryens.

"yes." Daenerys saw that Drogon was also coming over, so she had to help it scratch her chin, "I also told my brother Viserys about this idea, but he grabbed his hair and cursed loudly - you are a real dragon!" It's not a stinky fish! ”

"Sounds like you have a grumpy brother."

"Yes, Viserys is vicious and stupid. But ......," a flash of sadness flashed in Daenerys' eyes, "but he's just driven crazy by reality." When he was very young, he was actually very gentle, often telling me stories of the Seven Kingdoms, and promising to marry me as his queen when he regained the Iron Throne in the future.

Unfortunately, the killers sent by the raiders kept us on the run, from city to city, from strange place to strange place, people welcomed us, but when we asked for help, they pretended not to hear......

They all called the elder brother the beggar king. ”

"No king has ever won the throne by begging." Samwell commented, "Others can help you or betray you." Only your own strength is the most reliable. ”

"You're right." Daenerys agreed.

She recalled that the hardships and hardships she had experienced along the way were actually because she did not have the strength of her own.

If she could have an army, or three adult dragons, she wouldn't be on the run as she had before.

Dragons take time to grow, while armies ......

Daenerys couldn't help but think of the advice given by Sir Jorah, the Unsullied of Astapor, the army of slaves.

"By the way, Sam, your knight told me that you have a gift for me in Astapor?"

"That's right."

"May I ask what the gift is?"

"Have you ever heard of the Unsullied?"

"Of course." Daenerys nodded, "They have caused the Dothraki to suffer the worst defeat. Are you going to buy the Unsullied of Astapor and give it to me? ”

"It's for us." Samwell corrected, "And not to buy, because I don't have enough gold to buy so many Unsullied." ”

"Not buying?" Daenerys tilted her head, "And how do you give this gift?" ”

"Robbing, of course." A bloodthirsty smile tugged at the corner of Samwell's mouth.

"Rob? Did you bring an army with you? ”

"No, I only brought a dragon with me to Astapor this time."

"You don't think Cleopatra alone can conquer Astapor, do you?" Daenerys frowned, suddenly realizing that this Caesar was too arrogant.

Samwell laughed, "Of course not. It's just a little tricky. ”

"What scheme?" Daenerys asked.

"When you arrive in Astapor, you tell the slave owners that you are willing to trade one of your dragons for all the Unsullied."

"My dragon? For the Unsullied? Daenerys immediately refused, "I will never sell my dragon!" ”

"Of course not for you to sell the dragon." Samwell explained, "Dragons are not slaves, so how can they be sold. It was just to trick the slave owners into handing over the command of the Unsullied.

The reason why I don't use my dragon is because it's too big to alert the slave owners, your dragon is much smaller, and there are three, and it's only credible to trade one of them for the Unsullied.

Once the slavers have handed over command of the Unsullied, all you have to do is say that command and have your dragon burn him.

When the time comes, your dragon will still be yours, and the Legion of the Unsullied and the Astapor will be ours. ”

Daenerys' heart was beating violently again, and she looked at Samwell in amazement, and then said:

"But...... How dare you guarantee that the Unsullied will obey our orders in such a situation? We broke the contract, didn't we? ”

"Yes, but theoretically, the deal is already made and the Unsullied are ours, and they will only do what we do. If you have seen these slave soldiers, you will understand that under a long period of cruel and inhumane training, they only know how to obey, unconditionally obey.

And more importantly, we will give them freedom. ”

"Freedom?"

"Yes, freedom. The slave trade was full of sin and blood, and according to the laws of Westeros, the slave owners deserved it, and we were just giving them the punishment they deserved on behalf of the gods.

As for the Unsullied, they will fight for us as free men. ”

"This ...... Is it really possible? Daenerys was still shocked by Samwell's bold plan.

"Of course it works." Samwell laughed.

A strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart, because in the original book, this was Daenerys's method of obtaining the Unsullied. He just copied it, but he didn't expect to surprise the original owner.

"Even if something went wrong. With Cleopatra here, it wasn't difficult for us to get out. Samwell added.

Daenerys looked at Samwell's confident and flamboyant face steadily, and a thought suddenly flashed through her heart-

If his brother Viserys had such wisdom and courage, perhaps he would be the one who reigned in Westeros today.

"Good!" Daenerys nodded heavily, "Just the way you say!" Together, we liberate Astapor! ”

(End of chapter)