Chapter 89: Chapter 89

For example, Arstan Whitebeard, or Barristan Selmy, who is disguised, has been loyal to four monarchs and three Royal families, and now seems to plan to re-employ to the fifth (Daenerys).

Not to mention Barristan's achievements in quelling the Ninepenny Kings Rebellion, nor his single-handed rescue of Mad King Aerys' life during the Duskendale Rebellion.

Like the battle of the Usurper, he was in the Battle of the Trident with Prince Rhaegar, Rhaegar died in Ruby Ford, and Barristan himself survived relatively unscathed after he recovered from his serious injuries, with the Targaryen Dynasty ended.

As for why he didn't kill Robert Baratheon to avenge his former Lord…Remember "Prince of Dragonflies" Duncan?

Because Dany's uncle Duncan betrayed his marriage with House Baratheon, the King at that time could only let Princess Rhaelle marry into Storm City to appease Lord Baratheon's shame and anger, and Robert is Rhaelle's oldest grandson.

Put into the topic, this side bloodline is useless, but it can provide an excuse for subjects at a critical moment – ​​peace of mind to the new king to acknowledge his allegiance's self-comfort.

"Khaleesi, can you give me more wives?" Effendi leaned over and whispered to Dany awkwardly.

In the process of going through the 1st Step of the marriage system, the several couples to become examples are all older Dothraki.

Dany knows well about her family's habit of messing around with people. If she chooses young couples, there will be no more than a dozen of young and beautiful female Dothraki. If there is a large-scale phenomenon of cheating, what's the point of "model couples"?

So, she deliberately chose a group of elderly to get along with the children, the female Dothraki are old, and there must be few lover-Dothraki who have no chastity and concept of marriage, male Dothraki are generally not rejected – more bed companions are good for her, and with young and beautiful female Dothraki to choose from, who will hold hands with older female Dothraki?

The old Dothraki are too old and powerless.

In this way, two old Dothraki can live a solid life after they get married!

"You forgot so soon?" Dany stared at the old Dothraki, holding up the Dothraki Legal Code, and scolded: "It has your signature on it, and you swore to abide by the "Dothraki Legal Code".

How is the legal code stipulated?

Any in the Khalasar are not allowed to marry more than one wife until there is no major war and the male-to-female ratio is higher than 1:1.2!"

In fact, as long as the ratio of males to females is less than 1:1, marrying multiple wives is beneficial to the development of the tribe, but a buffering process needs to be considered.

Perhaps if the ratio of unmarried men and women was 1:1.01, then at this time, and immediately after a collective second marriage, it became 1:0.9, or even higher, which disturbed the harmony of the Khalasar.

"hehe...I know, I know," Effendi rubbed his hands together, and nodded, "Khaleesi, there aren't many old people in the new batch of slaves. I don't know how to calculate that ratio, But obviously, there are more women than men!"

hearing this Dany's expression froze, this old pervert is right!

There are almost no old male Dothraki among the newly added Dothraki, but there are more female Dothraki.

Is it difficult for male Dothraki to have stronger survivability than female Dothraki?

"Can you do it?" Jorah's expression looks questionably at the old man with a pigtail braid on the back of his head, "you are old, and you only have so many good years left, so don't. What a shame it would be to waste your final years pursuing sex!"

"You—" the old Dothraki blushed, and if he was only a few years younger, he would have rushed an Arakh at him.

"Why do you want so many spouses?" Dany asked.

"To help tend the horses!"

"Isn't your company composed of all herdsmen?"

"Sigh, even if I am a Commander, I have to have more wives, too let them help me herd."

Dany asked blankly, "Then what are you going to do?"

"I instruct them to feed the horses. Hey! I'm getting older, and I don't have many good years left, so I have to pay attention to my health." The old man argues with the courage of conviction.

Is it to command you, sitting in the comfort of your room and verbally commanding them?

Dany's face twitches.

Ser Jorah was stunned, "This is interesting, it's such a wonderous idea, this is trying to be a leader who sits back and commands others!"

"I can allow you to marry two wives, but they must be voluntary. And because of your...interesting style, you can't choose a wife among the new Dothraki, as long as a white-haired woman in our original Khalasar is willing to marry you, you can marry two." Dany said.

Effendi then asked around, but no one wanted to be his wife.

When he asked why, a female Dothraki in her fifties said: "I also have work assigned by the Khalasar to do, marrying you not only does not help me but brings more work for me. Let the horses go, there is no shortage of food and drink in the Khalasar, why should I suffer for you?"

These words made Effendi feel awkward and almost run away.

Dany next to him laughed heartily, and seemed not at all worried about the failure of her "Model Couples Project".

That female Dothraki told the truth!

The Dothraki are barbaric, that's right, and the Khalasar system is backward, but primordial society is closest to Public Ownership than any other system, the Dothraki work for the tribe, and Dany guarantees that everyone will have food and clothing, and old Dothraki do not need to raise children to prevent old age, nor do they need the support of their wives.

At least for now.

"In this way, any married female Dothraki can be allocated an extra glass of kumiss(Horse Milk) every morning." After Dany smiled, she casually proposed a solution, "Their husbands can't grab the kumiss, and also don't need to help with their husband's work."

Before she finished speaking, many older women's eyes began to shine.

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But Dany had not finished yet!

"In any marriage concluded under the witness of a Dragon and me, the husband must hand over his property to his wife, and the wife is responsible for guarding the husband's decorum and property. If a child is born, the Khalasar is responsible for helping raise them, and will reward the mother with half a pound of horse meat every day."

"Effendi, I would like to marry you!" The female Dothraki who had just dismissed the old man excitedly yelled.

"Effendi, marry me, although I know you are poor, I don't dislike you." Another old woman, Dothraki, said.

"Effendi, I would like to marry you, so I can be a second wife."

"Effendi..."

In an instant, Effendi, the old bachelor, took on the style of the desired husband.

"No...I don't…" Effendi looked towards the female Dothraki cheering to marry him as if they were Banshee.

"Khaleesi, I'm not getting married, I don't wish for a wife, I don't want one." He begged too Dany with a crying voice.

"No, as you yourself said, if you want two wives, you can't have less." Dany held back her laughter, trying her best to straighten her face, and held it seriously.

In the end, Effendi was forced and chose two older female Dothraki of grey-white hair. In addition to him, the twelve old Dothraki of the herdsman and artisan companies also successfully got wives.

But they only chose one wife.

Then Dany called out to Big Black and placed him on a table. She sat on the opposite side, and the happy dozen or so female Dothraki held the sad-faced male Dothraki and proceeded forward to hold marriage.

Vow first to the Khaleesi, then to the Mother of Mountains, and finally to the Black Dragon before them.

Big Black didn't accept their gifts in vain. He drew a sketch of the two on parchment with his paws "shua~ shua~ shua~", and wrote "marriage" in Chinese characters taught by Dany.

Like a printer, Big Black is fast, getting 13 engagements in just over half an hour.

In order to celebrate this epoch-making collective marriage, Dany also sent people to the city to buy more than a dozen cattle and sheep, and dozens of barrels of wine, from 5 pm to 9 pm, connected to four boats Sailors, everyone completely relaxed for once.

Even Euron Greyjoy in the cage was given a roast leg of lamb and a small jug of wine.

The moon and stars were sparse, and the sea in the north is sparkling, with the reflections faint and cold. Like countless nights for thousands of years, people in the high halls of drunken stupor.

The pyramids of Egypt were prepared for the afterlife, but the pyramids of Astapor were the residences of the wealthiest slave masters. Their pyramids had no spires, and the vacant platforms above were built into gorgeous hanging gardens.

Every day at dusk, the Good Masters ordered silk lanterns to be lit on every flight of stairs, and all the pyramids were illuminated.

But the streets, squares, and arenas on the ground were pitch black, and in the darkest barracks imaginable, some little boys were feeding their puppies with leftovers—that was where the pets were given on the day of castration.

Even on the merchant ship, Dany and the others could see the boats with colorful lanterns slowly cruising toward the Worm River, and they heard soft music and the laughter of men and women in the distance.

These Ghis slave masters will park their boats by the water's small islands, and young men and women with black and red hair will walk on the shallows, enjoying endless food, wine, and some adult fun, ignoring those who watch.

On the top deck, Dany looked out into the distance, and said with subtle emotions: "An Astapor slave master's life is more extravagant than those Merchant Princes in Qarth."

"The Good Masters tower into the clouds. The Great Pyramid, built of the bones of slaves, the red wine in their glasses like blood." Whitebeard shadowed: "Brick and blood made Astapor and her people.

This is an old saying that a Maester taught me when I was a kid, and I never felt it so true till now.

Your Highness, maybe you don't want to hear it, but I still want to discourage you from buying those Unsullied.

–Any who is involved in the slave trade is guilty.

That's what the Maester told me too, buyers will promote the market, and buying slaves has a positive effect on the slave trade."

"Hoo, it is rare for an ordinary man to get teachings from a Maester." Jorah faintly smiled.

Dany laughed, and strongly said: "Ser Arstan, I've made a decision."

"Hmmm..." Whitebeard rubbed his hand on his cane, clearly upset.

"Astapor has a slack defense, why didn't a Khalasar knock it down?" she asked, seeming casual.

"For two reasons." Jorah walked over to the edge, looked at the moving Dothraki on the lower deck, and said earnestly: "Astapor has Unsullied, the story of 3000 Unsullied defending Qohor is true. Yes, this is one of them.

Second, Slaver's Bay is close to the Great Grass Sea, which is very convenient for a Khal to come here to sell slaves, and the two sides have formed a stable trade relationship.

To the Dothraki why should they loot the city?

It's nothing more than gold, silver, and slaves.

If the people of the slave city-state are turned into slaves, who can the Dothraki sell their slaves to?"

"And, just as Pentos, Norvos, and Myr's Magisters did, the Sons of the Harpy would only be sure to entertain passing Horselords and give them plenty of gifts.

And a Khal that has accepted will be on the road soon after the gift because he's already got what he wants—a far less expensive alternative than attacking the city."

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