Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 237 Punishment Square

"I've been here before, and it's twice as big as before." The new Ghis treasurer Reg zo Emud stood on the newly built grandstand in Punishment Square, and told the Yunkai envoy Grazdan Mor next to him. Elaz said.

That's right, this time the person who represented New Ghis as an envoy to Astapor was Reg. The last time Ian was sure that he had no authority to decide whether to agree to his request because his request was too abrupt.

In fact, Reg Emder himself as the financial officer of New Ghis must have a high status. The position of financial officer is often used as a springboard for the consul in the history of Gu Ghiskali.

"It's doubled in size, because the number of nobles in Astapor is half that of before," Grazdan Mo Eraz pointed to the edge of the square, "Obviously they demolished a lot of buildings .”

"I heard that this place is called the Punishment Square, and it is the place where the Astaporians warn the slaves." At this time, Mazdahan zo Lorak, the messenger of Meereen, also joined the conversation. He looked around, wondering said, "Not a single slave was crucified here."

"They don't need to, because it's been a while since Astapor has had slaves rebel against their masters, run away, or stop riots," Grazdan explained.

"How is this possible?" Mazdahan was a little stunned.

"I wonder if you have heard of fifth-class slavery?" Grazdan asked.

"I heard about a stupid system. I heard that the Westeros decided to give slaves more food, more power, and even the status of nobles. This is something that only a lunatic would do." Maz When Dahan heard this word, he immediately expressed his disdain.

"Not all slaves, just a small number of them," Grazdan corrected. "Instead of destabilizing slavery, it strengthens it."

"Yes, the other great masters said the same thing," Mazdahan shrugged, "that's why we didn't regard him as an enemy, but our evaluation of this system is the same, that is stupid."

"Why? You don't think this." Grazdan pointed to the empty gallows in the square, "is it wonderful? Any slave who dares to resist will be suppressed by other slaves immediately; any slave who wants to escape , will be caught by other slaves immediately; any slave who dares to steal something will be reported by other slaves immediately. This is the perfect form of slavery."

"Grazdan Mo Eraz," Mazdahan suddenly called out Grazdan's full name, and deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word 'mo', "Even if you decorate it with golden tassels, you still change it. It doesn’t smell like horse dung from lesser nobles.”

Mazdahan's sudden humiliation instantly made the atmosphere in the main stand tense.

"We are masters, they are slaves, and the master's power is absolute!" Mazdahan didn't care about the anger in Grazdan's eyes, "And you actually want to say that this system established by pleasing slaves is a slave Made of perfect form, it's downright cowardly to speak!

The great Ghis conquered slaves by force and whipping, not by favors!This is the experience of our great ancestors. "

After listening to Mazdahan's words, Grazdan forgot the original anger for a moment, because the last words of the other party poured on his head like a basin of cold water.

Originally, Grazdan had already thought of several sets of arguments, and was going to go back to persuade other sages of Yunkai to follow the fifth-class slavery system in Astapor, but Mazdahan woke him up after a while.

How is it possible to persuade the group of noble 'zo's to accept such a system of favoring slaves?

Although I can explain to them that the core of this system is to transfer the contradiction between the slave and the slave owner to the slave, this small favor is just a 'bait', but those noble 'Gith conquerors How could the reader listen to it?

Thinking of this, Grazdan felt irritated for a while, and he simply turned around and said no more.

Seeing that Grazdan chose to remain silent, Mazdahan took it for granted as a signal of the other party's surrender, so he nodded in satisfaction, and then looked at Reg, the financial officer of New Ghis.

"Your Excellency Reg, why do you think that Western barbarian arranged the meeting place here?" Mazdahan certainly didn't dare to face this person whose blood was as noble as his own, but whose status was much higher than his own. He was just as arrogant to Grazdan.

"Lord Mazdahan," Reg laughed, "Earl Darry is as fluent in Valyrian as his mother tongue, and I'm sure he won't like the word 'western barbarian'."

"Of course I wouldn't be so stupid as to say this in front of him," Mazdahan didn't care, and complained instead, "It's obvious that he invited us to Astapor, but we're already in Astapor. After waiting here for so long, that guy hasn't come yet, really." Mazdahan swallowed the words while speaking.

He originally wanted to say that he didn't take us seriously, but he suddenly remembered that his mission was to help Ian convince the New Ghis people to let Ian go to Lazarin to stop the horse king from Slaver's Bay. It is definitely not appropriate to slander Ian in front of the new Ghis messenger.

Suddenly, a burst of dense and orderly footsteps sounded at the end of the square.

The three messengers raised their heads at the same time and looked in the direction of the voice.

Facing the direction of the stands, there were neat phalanxes coming from the square. From their uniform posture, the three Ghis messengers could confirm that this was a well-trained Unsullied Legion. The Iron Legion of the citizens of Sri Lanka looked more like a mob than they did, let alone the slave armies of Meereen and Yunkai.

The soldiers in the middle of the phalanx were holding ultra-long spears more than five meters long. The barrels of the super-long guns near the head of the phalanx were replaced with iron, while the soldiers on both sides of the phalanx used long halberds. The platoon soldiers all wore shiny silver-white half-body plate armor.

Each phalanx is followed by a team of crossbowmen and a team of skirmishers with fighting spears and throwing spears, but these people are as neat as the soldiers in the front of the phalanx.

"The people of Westeros seem to have replaced the equipment of these Unsullied. These people seem to be of a higher level than the Unsullied we bought in Astapor before. In such a short time, where did they get them? These things?" Mazdahan, who had an arrogant face just now, was the first to sigh, and most of the original contempt in his heart had disappeared at this moment.

"It seems that Ian asked us to come here to show us our strength." Reg zo Emud couldn't help chuckling, "But these Unsullied are nothing new, no matter how sophisticated the equipment is, Ten thousand Unsullied can't defeat 4 Howling Warriors in a field battle. It would be naive if he just wanted to get New Ghis to agree to his demands in this way."

"Don't jump to conclusions," Yunkai's envoy Grazdan reminded in a low voice, "Look at the back." He pointed to the entrance at the end of the square, where there were still dense crowds of people.

"What do you want to say?" Reg looked at the end of the square, and then looked at Grazdan again.

"Don't you think there are too many Unsullied?" Grazdan said, "Look at the bottom, the number of soldiers standing on the square now exceeds 1."

(End of this chapter)