Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 416 Information about Braavos

a few days later.

Myr, the dance corridor.

Located in the western part of the city-state, the area is small and cramped, but it gathers the largest group of slaves.

Looking around, the gray-white mud buildings are densely packed, like a messy honeycomb.

"Keep order and don't jump in line!"

Near noon, hundreds of fearless people were divided into two teams to maintain a long queue of slaves.

The number of slaves is endless as you can see at a glance. They line up in ragged clothes, and many of them have their families with them.

Thanks to the loose layout of this slum, several similar teams were formed, all guarded by dedicated fearless soldiers.

At first glance, it looks like a free soup kitchen.

The old slave, with a hoarse voice, used special dye to write messages on the stone tablets.

Rega's expression didn't change and he continued to carve the next stone.

Lei Jia's hands were a little sore and he greeted casually.

……

The stone tablet was then handed to a group of neighboring craftsmen.

Rhaegar was leaning against the large floor-to-ceiling window, holding a stone in one hand and carving with a carving knife in the other.

Garden building, a white stone loft.

After a moment, the stone tablet was officially handed over to the skinny slave.

The masons were left to work, the literate ones and the doctors were left alone, and the old, weak, women and children returned the same way.

The Dragon King ruins with a large hole exposed was completely sealed off, and a large number of laborers who had escaped from slave status gathered in the ruins to take charge of the cleanup work.

"Sign, I have a sign!"

At the front of the team, a dark-skinned slave held a square stone tablet in his hand and danced excitedly.

Like a stone carving machine without emotion.

Every stone tablet is a piece of identification.

Only by holding it can you completely get rid of your slave status and become an official Myr citizen.

Ordinary slaves are square, various craftsmen are triangles, healers are round...

Seeing the other party's excited expression, the old slave frowned and said, "The masons are short of people. They provide two meals a day and half a bronze star. Can you do it?"

"Dry!"

"Come in!"

Actually it is not.

A stone table was placed at the end. An old slave in coarse linen clothes buried his head and asked the next slave in line as usual.

He spoke humbly: "Mason, I used to repair palaces for slave owners."

The old slave raised his eyes, took out a triangular stone tablet from the basket at his feet with his withered hands, and asked in detail his name and age.

dong dong...

The skinny slave agreed immediately, carrying the triangular stone tablet, and joined the team of craftsmen carving the stone tablet on the spot.

Across the luxuriously furnished room, there was a knock on the door from outside.

Throwing it away casually, the stone tablet fell into a basket beside it.

The shout was so loud that everyone wished they could hear it.

The skinny slave told the truth, and even cautiously told the story of his hometown before being sold.

The man was thin, with tanned skin, and he shrank when questioned.

The old slave is commonplace and continues to ask for information about the next slave.

Someone took the stone tablet, picked up the chisel and carving knife, clanged it a few times, and carved according to the dye part.

The former site of the Governor's Palace.

The slaves around him did not reject him, but looked at him with envy and expectation.

flap!

"Next, what skills do you have!"

"You don't need to know that, you will all be Myr citizens from now on."

The stone plaques issued are also different.

Record name, age, craftsmanship.

crunch--

His hands were as green as jade, and as his fingers moved, stone chips fell rustlingly, carving out an ordinary square stone tablet.

The door opened, revealing Gray Worm in black armor.

Gray Worm raised his head, straightened his non-existent collar to show his solemnity, and strode into the bedroom.

Since the "Fish Killing Day" a few days ago, Mill's bloated and rusty machine has resumed operation, and everything is thriving.

In particular, the slave group broke away from their status as slaves and moved closer to the Iron Throne as civilians. The entire city-state was immersed in positive emotions.

Capture city-states, free slaves, and establish a new order...

Gray Worm and Yourong Yan, who were born slaves, were glad that they had made the decision and did not follow the wrong person.

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Rega dropped the engraved stone tablet and said strangely: "If you have something to say, go to work if you don't say it."

I don't have any eyesight at all. I've been working, and you're here to do the styling?

Although carving is not only about filling in gaps, but also about honing skills.

"Cough cough..."

Gray Worm looked embarrassed, coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, and said: "Prince, there is a letter from Seagull Town, from Lady Janey of the Eagle's Nest City."

"Jenny?"

Rhaegar was surprised and put down his carving knife.

Bang!

As soon as the carving knife touched the marble floor, it made a crisp and sweet sound, and the blade cut through the marble surface like iron.

Rhaegar "tsk" and forgot about this sharp weapon again.

I've been using it for several days and it has no special effect.

But the knife is very fast and efficient.

Gray Worm took a peek, took out the letter, and persuaded kindly: "There are enough masons recruited in the city, so you don't need to do it yourself."

The identity stone policy was proposed by the prince. At first, it was just a fantasy, a time-consuming and labor-intensive trouble.

Tyrosh has a saying.

For every word spoken by the slave master, the slave must be prepared to run and break his legs.

Unexpectedly, the launch of the identity stone tablet caused a great response.

Especially among slave groups, everyone competes for it. Even if Myr's slavery system was overthrown, the hungry slaves still felt uncertain and could not escape the shadow of slavery for thirty to fifty years.

Can't get rid of the low status of the past.

Rega was familiar with history books and understood something called a sense of belonging.

Through some fragmentary images in the dream, the concept of identity stone came to mind.

Identity stones are issued in the name of the Iron Throne, and the slaves they receive are no longer slaves and can declare themselves to be legal citizens with great fanfare.

Although it is essentially an inconspicuous stone, it can fill the inferiority defect in the slave's heart.

At the same time, unimaginable cohesion was born through stone tablets.

The effect is similar to the unified coin system of Westeros. As soon as you use the coin, you know where it comes from.

The slave holds the stone tablet and is more than happy to call out that he is Myr.

Because they are no longer slaves.

Rhaegar was stunned after listening to Gray Worm's advice, but did not argue. He muttered: "Tell the masons to speed up the progress, try to carve out a stone tablet that will satisfy everyone as soon as possible, and increase the reward by half a bronze star."

Stone tablets are important, but only in a short period of time.

To maintain the effect, people have to fill their stomachs.

Mill is ready to create new jobs and allow the proletariat to earn living expenses.

The left and right food was provided by the Iron Throne, and then returned to the pocket after changing hands.

Going back and forth not only drives the economy of the city-state, but also increases the enthusiasm of slaves.

Having seen the powerful policies of the prince, Gray Worm followed everything and immediately said: "I will inform you."

"Remember to collect the messy coins and distribute bronze stars and copper plates uniformly for settlement."

Rhaegar took the letter and did not forget the important reminder.

The free trade city-state is not good at this point. The currency system is scattered and the coins introduced within the city-state are not easy to use.

As a trading city-state that travels from all directions, this is understandable.

However, this is a period of reconstruction, and using Westeros' currency as much as possible will help increase people's sense of identity.

When the port is redeveloped, you can consider starting a small bank unique to the Iron Throne.

Relieve the pressure on iron gold banks.

It's very uncomfortable to be financially choked by Braavos all the time.

Gray Worm nodded quickly, keeping this in mind.

Rega smiled, opened the letter and asked, "Don't be nervous, the atmosphere is very good now."

When he was a child, he saw the chaos in King's Landing, and he wanted to use something to limit it.

At the very least, don't let displaced people from all over the city pour into the city at will, causing overcrowding and high crime rates.

pity.

Westeros is full of prejudice and rigidity, giving him no chance to flourish.

Mill is very good, he can do whatever he wants.

The identity stone tablets were launched, and the common people obtained status symbols, which effectively excluded outsiders.

The information on the stone tablet is also very important, directly planning the identity of craftsmen, healers, religious believers, etc.

These people are all hidden talents and effectively help the formation of the new system.

Gray Worm breathed a sigh of relief, but still kept a serious look on his face as he recounted the recent events in the city.

Rhaegar planned to take advantage of the gap to establish a new system in Myr.

Initial goals are set to strengthen centralization.

Westeros is a feudal system, and power is scattered like a bowl of rotten porridge.

There was only one city-state in Mir, and he believed that unification of government orders could be achieved.

Rhaegar listened carefully to Gray Worm's report and read the contents of the letter in a good mood.

The last time I saw Jenny was in Seagull Town.

The general process is to burn the Braavos fleet, slap Aegon, and reorganize defenses...

Taking some time, the two got intimate.

As the words were read silently, Rega's expression changed a little more.

[The second mercenary fleet of Braavos, combined with Qohor to bribe the Dothraki cavalry, prepares to attack Pentos]

"Braavos isn't giving up yet."

Rhaegar frowned.

Since the last surprise attack failed, Braavos has turned from light to dark, providing food and weapons for Dorne, instigating riots in Myr, and hiring mercenaries to provoke the Stepstone Islands...

The difficulty for the end of the war has been greatly increased.

"If you dare to come, you will die!"

Rega snorted coldly and continued to check.

At the end of the letter, there was a handwritten letter from Jenny, with only a few sentences written.

Lei Jia was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened, staring back and forth at Xiujuan's small words.

At this time, Gray Worm was still reporting the situation.

"After the port has been repaired, Ms. Carr restored the dye factory and applied to develop port trade."

Mill was temporarily divided into three popular representatives.

Representing slaves, commoners, and old aristocrats respectively.

Karl is a representative of the surrendered old aristocracy, and the source of his wealth is Myr's specialty fabrics and lace.

As he spoke, Gray Worm noticed Rhaegar's trance and asked in a low voice: "Prince, are you okay?"

As blind as ever.

Rega suddenly raised the letter and smiled heartily: "Okay, very good!"

The sunlight shines on the letter paper through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the thin paper pages become transparent and the text gradually becomes blurred.

Rega looked over and over, unable to hold down the corners of his mouth.

Gray Worm's emotional intelligence was worrying and he asked directly: "Is there any happy event?"

"nonsense."

Rhaegar retorted and said angrily: "Go down, contact Pentos in advance, and then send a message to Tyrosh."

Braavos wants to fight Pentos, who is a "good ally" of the Iron Throne.

But he didn't want to take action.

The spies spread the news that Daemon had finally defeated Tyrosh's rebels, and it was up to him to provide reinforcements.

Don't even think about occupying a city-state without contributing.

Gray Worm nodded repeatedly and went out in disgrace.

(End of this chapter)