Li Yun thought about it, shook his head and said, "I'd rather be a warrior. I don't want to be a knight."

Daenerys chuckled and said, "Even dragon riders are not possible?"

Li Yun was slightly startled, turned his head and looked at the three young dragons that were eating, thought about it, and shook his head: "A real strong man should rely on his own strength to fly like Boss Lin!"

Daenerys pouted: "You didn't learn King Ghidorah's skills. How can you fly without a magnetic field?"

Li Yun smiled and said, "Who told you that my martial arts can't fly? Has Iron Man seen it?"

Daenerys mused, "You want to fly violently like a rocket... but that would be too ugly!"

Li Yun didn't care: "It doesn't matter, as long as it's practical."

Daenerys snorted twice, stopped chatting with him, turned her head and looked at the three baby dragons and said, "Dracarys (Dragon Flame)!"

The three young dragons simultaneously spewed out golden-red flames, roasted the remaining flesh and blood in the basin, and then continued to eat.

…

Not long after, Daenerys and her entourage were welcomed into Astapor, a famous city in Slaver's Bay.

Five thousand years ago, the rising Valyria destroyed the ancient Ghis Empire. Astapor was a surviving colony. It was once conquered by the burning dragon fire of Valyria and built into a center of slave trade.

Today, the powerful Valyria is a thing of the past, but the influence they left behind continues to ferment. The people of Astapor living here have forgotten the ancient Ghiscari language. To be precise, the city-states throughout the Slaver's Bay speak Old Valyrian, which was the language forced them to use by the conquerors.

In the center of Pride Square there is a red brick fountain with a harpy statue in the center of the fountain.

She is the symbol of the legendary ancient Ghis Empire, with a face like a woman, gold-plated hair, ivory eyes and teeth, dragon-like wings growing where her arms should be, eagle legs in her lower body, and a curly scorpion tail behind her.

From her claws hung a heavy chain, with an unfastened shackle at each end.

This is the harpy shape unique to Astapor, symbolizing the glory of the slave owner.

In Astapor, when a slave owner wants to bring their customers to see their slaves, they will come to the Pride Square, which is why Daenerys and her group appear here.

Looking at those slaves with bare breasts, numb expressions and wearing shackles, Li Yun frowned tightly.

“This city should be burned down.”

He said in a low voice, with a suppressed anger in his tone that he had never heard before.

Daenerys understood his anger and patted his arm gently to comfort him, then turned to look ahead.

On the huge steps of the square in front, a tall man with brown-red skin was sitting on a luxurious couch. He was wearing a tokar robe with gold tassels and holding a short leather whip in his right hand. The light blue silk covered his fat body and was buckled on one side of his shoulder like a gorgeous sheet. He looked like a beggar in gorgeous clothes.

He is Kraznys the Goodmaster, who manages the sale of the Unsullied on behalf of the eight most powerful slavers in Astapor.

Seeing Li Yun whispering something, Lord Kraznys frowned and tilted his head to ask, "What is that Westeros barbarian talking about?"

Beside him, the slave girl who was acting as an interpreter whispered in panic: "Sorry, Master, I don't understand. He said it's not the common language of Westeros, nor is it any language I have learned..."

“Pah—”

The Good Master Kraznys whipped her with a whip, muttering curses and complaints about the uselessness of slave girls.

Seeing this scene, Daenerys frowned. Judging from her appearance, the girl was less than ten years old. She had an ordinary appearance, a flat round face, dark skin, and golden eyes, which were unique to the Nass people.

Her people were known as the Peaceful People. They were naturally gentle and submissive, making them the best candidates for slaves.

"Where are the Unsullied soldiers I asked for?"

Daenerys spoke loudly in the Common Tongue of Westeros.

Finally hearing a familiar language, the slave girl felt relieved and quickly translated: "The Westeros woman wants to see the goods."

Lord Kraznys curled his lips and gently swung the whip decorated with gold in his hand.

The servants waiting at the edge of Pride Field received the order immediately, cracking their whips and shouting something in Valyrian.

As soon as the words fell, the sound of orderly footsteps came from outside the Pride Square.

Daenerys looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw a large group of slave soldiers marching into the square in the same pace. They formed ten rows in front of the fountain and the majestic bronze harpy statue, with one hundred people in each row, for a total of one thousand Unsullied.

They wore nothing but white linen wrapped around their waists and conical bronze helmets on their heads with a foot-high spike on top - there was a saying about the Unsullied in Astapor that the hardest part of life was over the day one won the spiked helmet, and from then on, no mission would be as harsh as the initial training.

Because before winning the spiked helmet, the Unsullied must take a silver coin to the slave market, find a crying newborn baby, buy it, and kill it in front of the baby's mother.

Any Unsullied who fail to do this will be executed by the slave owners.

This training is designed to erase their humanity and turn them into killing machines that only know how to obey orders.

In order to achieve this goal, the slave owners also developed many inhumane trainings. For example, on the day each boy was castrated, the slave owner would give him a puppy and ask him to raise it until the end of the first year, and then strangle it to death with his own hands. Boys who failed to do so would be executed immediately, and their flesh and blood would be fed to the surviving dogs.

The most ironic thing is that the pass rate of this test is much lower than that of the infant test.

Daenerys knew the training process of the Unsullied in her previous life, but when she actually saw these Unsullied, she couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in her heart.

At this moment, all the Unsullied stood straight in their places, staring straight ahead with emotionless eyes.

The summer in Astapor is extremely hot. Even Daenerys, who has a physique of 3 points, sweats a few drops. But these Unsullied seem to have no perception at all. They stand in the sun with expressionless faces, letting the scorching sun bake their skin and bodies.

The slave girl told Daenerys that all Unsullied have been training since the age of five, practicing from dawn to dusk every day until they have mastered the short sword, shield and three types of spears. The training is extremely harsh, and on average only one out of every three boys survives.

While listening to the slave girl's introduction, Daenerys slowly examined the soldiers.

Most of them were bronze-skinned Dothraki and Lazareen, there were also fair-skinned Qartheen, and dark-skinned Summer Islanders. Daenerys even saw a few old Ghis with the same brown-red skin as Lord Kraznys. Apparently they did not even spare their own kind.

The Good Lord Kraznys said to the slave girl impatiently: "Tell that bitch from Westeros to stop looking. The Unsullied are the best slave soldiers in the world. Even the most powerful warriors will fear death, but the Unsullied will not. Even if she draws her sword and kills the 999 people in front of her, the remaining person will stand there motionless until death comes..."

The slave girl translated the words of the Good Master Kraznys in a tactful way.

Daenerys said calmly, "Tell him I am pleased with his soldiers."

Kraznys smiled and said, "Ask this barbarian how many Unsullied she wants to buy?"

Daenerys asked in return, "How many Unsullied do you have for sale?"

Master Krasnys smiled and said, "We currently have eight thousand fully trained Unsullied, but she should know that we only sell them in whole numbers of hundreds or thousands. In the past, we sold ten Unsullied to customers as personal guards, but it turned out that ten were too few. They would mix with other slaves or even free people, and would forget who they were, and then lose the combat power that belongs to the Unsullied..."

Daenerys looked at the Unsullied thoughtfully, and suddenly said, "I want them all!"

The slave girl was stunned for a moment, then looked at Daenerys in surprise and translated her words to the good master.

Upon hearing this, Master Krazny was surprised and couldn't help asking, "Are you sure?"

Daenerys nodded calmly, "I am sure. And not only these eight thousand Unsullied, but also those who are still in training, those who have not won the spiked helmet, and the boys who have just been castrated. I want them all!"