Game of Thrones: Rise of the Supreme Dragon Queen

"Twenty Years a Slave? What's that?" Danzō asked, puzzled.

"A memoir that will soon be published on a large scale," the man replied. "And I happen to be its author."

"You wrote a book?" Danzō gave the minister a once-over, skeptical. "You spent twenty years as a slave?"

It was obvious that Bill Clinton was a high-class slave—completely different from the labor slaves. His life had been relatively comfortable, even better than Danzō's as the deputy leader of the Windblown.

Could someone like him really help the Dragon Queen advocate against slavery?

"It's not just my experience. It's a collection of short stories, woven together from what I've seen and heard, similar to Bartle, Hill, and the Bedbug," Bill Clinton explained. "You can think of Twenty Years a Slave as an anthology."

The old poet scoffed, unimpressed. "Stories like these are meant to be passed down orally. Writing them down is just a waste of paper."

"Heh, just wait and see. Queen Dany's great invention will change the world," Bill Clinton said with a confident smile.

After entering the Great Pyramid, Danzō and Edward parted ways with the Minister of Culture.

They reported their names and purpose at the registry and waited for about half an hour before a member of the Unsullied led the old mercenary and the red-bearded captain to the top-floor garden.

At a long wooden table, Daenerys—freshly bathed and dressed in a loose gown—was having dinner with several of her subordinates.

She swallowed her food, took a sip of red wine, and then asked, "Have you two eaten yet?"

"No."

"Then join us." She gestured for them to sit.

Edward, dining with the Queen for the first time, was so nervous that he could barely form a complete sentence.

Danzō, though slightly tense, still managed a polite "thank you" before pulling his companion to sit beside Bruse.

Once seated, the old mercenary noticed that the Queen's meal was both lavish and simple: roasted white bread, honey-and-clove-seasoned lamb chops, mushroom stew with fire peppers, barley-braised beef, and a chilled fruit salad.

The dishes weren't extravagant delicacies, but the portions were generous—large cuts of meat, big bowls of soup, and loaves of bread as thick as an arm and longer than a person.

Danzō sliced a piece of bread with his knife and dipped it into the barley-beef stew.

"Captain Edward, what plant seeds have you brought me?" Daenerys asked casually.

"Cough, cough!" Still chewing his food, Redbeard nearly choked—he hadn't expected the Queen to address him first.

"My apologies," he said after taking a sip of red wine to steady himself. "I've brought black rice and sorghum from Yi Ti, white corn from Haelkoron, sweet potatoes from an unknown island, and even specialties from the Seven Kingdoms—like barley from the North and fire peppers from Dorne. There are many varieties, all edible exotic flora that Your Grace requested."

"Excellent. Once I inspect them tomorrow, I'll pay you the agreed-upon reward," Daenerys nodded in satisfaction.

Slaver's Bay had always focused on the slave trade, paying little attention to agriculture. Their crops were extremely limited—primarily olives, grapes, wheat, and sugar beets.

There was some rice cultivation along the Worm River, but the yield was low, and the rice itself tasted awful.

Now that Daenerys controlled Slaver's Bay, the slave trade was abolished. But given the region's prime location—right along the major maritime trade routes—it would be a waste not to develop valuable agricultural products.

Of course, she also wanted to improve her own diet. Eating bread every day was getting tiresome.

This world might resemble the Middle Ages, but it had been engaged in global maritime trade for thousands of years.

Crops like potatoes, sweet potatoes, tomatoes, corn, rice, and tea were already known worldwide. Finding seeds wasn't the hard part—cultivating them locally was.

Daenerys was only fifteen, but she figured that if she could develop hybrid rice within her lifetime—even if it wasn't as high-yield as Shennong Yuan's—just improving its taste and making it viable in Slaver's Bay would be enough.

This wasn't an impossible dream—after all, the Children of the Forest existed in this world.

After dinner, Edward, Lyra, Bruse, and the others took their leave, leaving only Daenerys and Danzō in the top-floor garden.

"So?" Daenerys sipped on Yi Ti red tea and looked at the old poet.

"The captain has agreed to share non-critical intelligence with you," Danzō replied.

"Heh, if you won't share critical information, then why should I work with you?" Daenerys scoffed.

"Your Grace, the Windblown has very limited access to high-level secrets. If we leak even a little, we'll be exposed," Danzō explained.

"There's also a high chance that Illyrio will refuse to allow the prince to return to Pentos. If that happens, we'll gain nothing.

The greater the reward, the greater the risk. I think this deal is fair. Unless..."

He hesitated, studying Daenerys' expression. Seeing that she remained unchanged, he exhaled slightly in relief and continued, "Unless you disregard Illyrio's opinion and personally help the prince take Pentos."

"Hmm. I won't betray an old friend," Daenerys refused.

Danzō's expression darkened slightly. Helplessly, he asked, "Then what about our deal?"

Daenerys shrugged and said indifferently, "Tell me about those 'non-critical' secrets first."

Seeing that the Dragon Queen had made her choice, the old mercenary didn't hesitate.

"First of all, the former 'Ghis Alliance' has officially been renamed the 'World Trade Grand Alliance.' The three major powers within the coalition are Qarth, New Ghis, and Volantis..."

The Whip Island of Jade Sea will declare war on you alongside Qarth.

Though the Elephant Island of Jade Sea has not joined the alliance, its ruler, the Shan King, has pledged to provide an unlimited supply of war elephants to the coalition.

The people of Yi Ti do not wish to get involved in the conflicts of Westeros, but the Emperor's envoy has promised the Grand Alliance that they will participate in the trade embargo against Slaver's Bay.

Dany propped her chin with her right hand and tilted her head, saying, "So now Slaver's Bay is facing two opposing alliances—a militarized coalition and a commercial blockade by the Pan-Sea Trade Union?"

"Exactly, Your Majesty summed it up perfectly—the Allied Forces and the United Nations," Danzho nodded.

This is so unlucky!

The enemy took such auspicious names as the Allied Forces and the United Nations. Doesn't that make us the Nazis?

That makes no sense! I'm the one raising the banner of freedom and liberation here!

"What's the deal with this Whip Island? I wouldn't even know it existed if you hadn't mentioned it," Dany asked.

"Whip Island itself is insignificant—just a barren and desolate island in the Jade Sea. But its location is crucial; it serves as a transit hub for the slave trade. Slaves from the Far East all pass through there.

Because of this, dozens of Far Eastern slave-hunting teams and pirate lords, who make their living off the trade, have joined the coalition under the banner of Whip Island."

"I see," Dany nodded in realization.

Slaves mainly come from two sources—war and slave-hunting crews.

The Dothraki have a habit of enslaving defeated foes, but the number of slaves they provide to Slaver's Bay is only a fraction of the total. The vast majority come from the slave-hunting teams.

Take Missandei and her three brothers, for example—they were captured from Naath by a slave-hunting crew.

In fact, among Dany's followers, there are people from nearly every corner of the world. Forget fifty-six ethnic groups—she could practically form a whole new "United States."

Without a doubt, slave-hunting crews play a crucial role. Though scattered and individually weak, together they form a formidable force.

"What about the Free Cities? How are they reacting?" she asked.

"Lys has pledged to stand with Volantis. Myr and Tyrosh also profit from the slave trade, but they've been locked in conflict for decades over control of the Disputed Lands. It's hard to imagine them joining the same camp.

Our leader speculates that if one of them joins the Allied Forces, Your Majesty might gain a new ally."

Dany waved her hand dismissively. "I will not ally with any slaver city."

Danzho was momentarily stunned before sighing, "Your Majesty is too uncompromising."

"This is a matter of principle," Dany emphasized.

"Alright then. Moving on to the second issue—the Allied Forces and the United Nations are still in their infancy. Right now, various representatives are gathering in New Ghis to attend Grazdan's so-called 'Dragon-Slaying Conference.'"

"Dragon-Slaying Conference?" Dany's expression turned strange.

"You are the Mother of Dragons, and you have three dragons," the old poet explained.

"Grazdan has been repeatedly defeated—how does he still have this much influence?"

"Sigh… Your Majesty might not realize how famous you've become in the Free Cities. Grazdan may have lost multiple times, but he's also the only general who has repeatedly fought you head-on and survived."

Dany's eyes flickered with thought. "How many people have arrived for this 'Dragon-Slaying Conference'?"

"Major representatives from Volantis, Qarth, Lys, and Yi Ti are all there. Many slave-hunting teams from the Summer Sea, the Jade Sea, and the Qarth Strait have also arrived. The conference has likely already begun."

"Anything else?"

"The Third Fleet of the Iron Legion has gone missing in the Smoking Sea. The people of New Ghis are attempting to purchase dragon eggs from the Qartheen royalty. Also, that witch who left Yunkai with me has now become a guest of honor among the Ghiscari. I've heard the Qartheen royal family has also extended an invitation to her."

Heh… it'd be great if that witch sacrificed those bastards.

Dany smirked inwardly and asked, "What's going on with the Iron Legion? Why did they go to the Smoking Sea?"

"Wait… could they have gone to explore Valyria with Euron?" She suddenly realized, her eyes narrowing.

Seeing her expression change, Danzho was surprised. "Wait, is the story about Euron Greyjoy exploring the ruins of Valyria not true?"

"Heh, even I wouldn't dare ask Euron to guide me there. The Ghiscari must be out of their minds," Dany sneered.

"You think Euron tricked the Iron Fleet? Impossible! The Third Fleet consists of ten longships and two thousand Ghiscari soldiers. That's more than enough force to dominate the Summer Sea."

"Hmph, you should check with Westeros—Euron has probably already returned, his ships filled to the brim."

The next day, Dany once again led tens of thousands of farmers to the fields, working through the morning.

Yes, planting wheat.

In this crazy world, the seasons are completely out of whack. As long as winter hasn't arrived, you can keep planting and harvesting without end.

Sometimes, people would plant wheat in one field in the morning and harvest wheat in the next field in the afternoon—an absurd yet real phenomenon.

For example, Dany's newly established 'Rural Mutual Aid Society' had been planting wheat continuously for a month. The earliest crops had already grown half a meter tall, lush and green.

Even though each farmer had already cultivated over 30 acres of wheat, there were nearly ten million acres of farmland outside Yunkai. And still, Dany continued leading hundreds of thousands of farmers to sow the fields.

After all, the Yunkai Plains were vast—over 30,000 square kilometers of fertile land, at least 45 million acres of farmland.

And more than 30 million acres were still lying fallow.

(End of Chapter)

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