Mufasa's company continued eastward. After traveling for another month, they finally reached Meereen, the northernmost city of Slaver's Bay.
Meereen, Yunkai, and Astapor were all former territories of the Old Ghiscari Empire. The Ghiscari Empire was utterly defeated in five great wars against the Valyrian Freehold.
The silver-haired, purple-eyed Dragonlords rode their great dragons, setting almost all the Old Ghiscari Empire's territories ablaze.
The three cities of Slaver's Bay were spared due to their distance, though they eventually became colonies of Valyria.
Now, the official language of these three cities is a variant of High Valyrian.
Upon entering Meereen, Mufasa distributed a substantial amount of money to each Lannister soldier, instructing them to go drink and visit the brothels.
They had followed him all this way and endured great hardship; it was time they enjoyed themselves.
Slaves in Meereen were famously cheap. They also specially trained 'bed slaves,' the most skilled of whom mastered nine arts of pleasure cries and thirty-six different positions.
"Thank you, Ser Mufasa! Brothers, let's make sure we enjoy ourselves thoroughly today!"
Almost all the Lannister soldiers immediately rushed toward the brothels. They had been bottling it up for far too long.
"Why aren't you going, Podrick?" Mufasa asked, looking at the squire who remained standing in place.
"I—I am the knight's squire. You might need me at any moment!" Podrick said.
"I don't need you right now. Go and relax. Find some gentle older ladies! Don't worry about the money!"
Mufasa tossed him a bag of gold coins.
Gold coins were valuable everywhere. The "Shining Coins" prevalent in Slaver's Bay were merely a type of copper coin, light, mixed with iron, and virtually worthless. Thus, a single gold coin could be exchanged for a great many copper ones, allowing for a long period of enjoyment here.
"Ser Mufasa, I have made contact with them! Please come with me!" Melisandre approached Mufasa.
She had previously gone to contact the sellers.
Mufasa decided to sell the treasures he had brought back from the ruins of Valyria and use the proceeds to purchase Unsullied.
If you discover treasure and return home with a cart full of gold, you will likely be robbed; if you return home with an army, you will be safe.
Meereen, Yunkai, and Astapor operate under a system of slavery, unlike the feudal lordship system of Westeros.
Furthermore, they were heavily influenced by Valyria; their culture, religion, and aesthetics all closely resembled those of Valyria.
The treasures Mufasa had acquired might not fetch a high price in Westeros, but they absolutely would here.
Mufasa followed Melisandre to the home of a Good Master.
'Good Masters,' 'Wise Masters,' and 'Great Masters' are the titles used for the slave owners of Slaver's Bay. They forbid slaves from addressing them by name, yet they do not use the Westerosi address of "My Lord."
"Respected warrior from another continent, your priestess tells me you acquired many fine things in the ruins of Valyria. Do you wish to sell them?"
A middle-aged man in luxurious robes, in his forties with curly hair, asked. He was followed by more than ten slave swordsmen for protection, as well as a female slave translator who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old.
"That is correct. Traveling back with so much wealth is unsafe. Please tell him that I sincerely wish to trade." Mufasa instructed the slave translator.
She spoke to her master in the variant Valyrian. Mufasa had only learned orthodox High Valyrian and truly could not understand the dialect! He could only maintain a smile.
The Good Master nodded, a smile spreading across his face. Then he spoke.
"What do you wish to trade for?"
The slave translator then relayed the question.
"My Master asks what you wish to trade for."
"The Unsullied!" Mufasa replied.
She translated his words for her Good Master.
"The Unsullied are each highly valuable, and they are never sold individually. One must purchase at least a hundred at a time," the Good Master stated.
Mufasa nodded after hearing the translation.
"The things I brought are worth tens of thousands of gold, enough for me to buy a thousand Unsullied and still have change left over."
"Master, he says he intends to purchase a thousand Unsullied."
"A thousand! Ah, that is a large transaction. I do not have that many Unsullied on hand. Ask him to wait; I can speak to my friends in Astapor," the Good Master replied.
Mufasa heard that he would have to wait, but since he was not in a hurry to return, he agreed to the request.
For the next few days, Mufasa stayed in the Good Master's home, receiving excellent food, drink, and hospitality.
The Lannister soldiers enjoyed themselves lavishly for several days, spending all the money Mufasa had given them. Only one person was the exception: Podrick.
Not only did he fail to spend a single coin Mufasa had given him, but he actually managed to earn a large sum of money from the prostitutes.
This astonished the other Lannister soldiers, who immediately flocked to him, asking how he managed it.
Podrick could only tell them the truth.
"First, they asked me to take off my clothes, and then they stripped naked too. Many of them hugged me and kissed my body. They all 'ate their fill' of me one by one, and finally, after they were satisfied, they fell asleep."
"When they woke up again, they looked at me as if I were some delicious feast, refused to let me go, and even pulled out their own money for me to spend."
"I truly couldn't take it anymore, so I ran back," Podrick said, still visibly shaken.
"You are absolutely amazing, Podrick! Others are just 'Studs,' but you are the Stud King!"
Mufasa was also extremely curious as to why Podrick was so uniquely gifted, so he checked his stats.
"Name: Podrick Payne"
"Occupation: Knight's Squire"
"Identity: Ser Mufasa's Squire"
"Strength: 9"
"Speed: 9"
"Intelligence: 9"
"Spirit: 9"
"Magic Power: 2"
"Talent: Unfailing Golden Spear. This is an ability that makes women utterly obsessed. They will willingly serve you, and even give you money to spend."
Mufasa now understood why Tyrion had sent Podrick to be his squire. It was likely because Podrick had been 'freeloading' at Tyrion's brothels for too long, costing the dwarf a huge sum of money.
Far away in King's Landing, Tyrion Lannister suddenly sneezed.
"Who is talking ill of me!" He rubbed his nose.
"Lord Tyrion, the weather seems to have grown colder recently. Please take care of yourself!"
An elderly resident of the retirement home said.
Since Mufasa had left, he had entrusted both the orphanage and the retirement home entirely to Tyrion's care.
He was quite pleased, as this allowed him to stay further away from Cersei.
Tyrion was quite willing to show off his learning in front of the children.
Because only his knowledge allowed him to appear superior.
And the elderly were also willing to share their stories with Tyrion.
The words of the old were full of wisdom, and Tyrion found listening to them far more useful than merely reading books.
"It is still the long summer; how could the weather be cold? It must be my dear sister cursing me behind my back!" Tyrion remarked.
"Lord Tyrion, though we are outsiders, we wish to remind you of the importance of family unity. Look at how powerful the Targaryens were, possessing dragons, yet during the Dance of the Dragons, they lost several dragons and numerous members of the royal family. Their prestige was utterly ruined."
Hearing the old man's words, Tyrion smiled bitterly.
"I would like to maintain family unity, provided I wasn't a dwarf."
Another old man, who was missing an ear, looked toward Tyrion.
"My Lord, I know a folk remedy that can make a person grow taller later in life. I wonder if you would care to try it?"
"Oh? A folk remedy? What sort of remedy?" Tyrion asked.
"Grind dragon bone into a powder, boil it with milk, and once it becomes a thick porridge, eat it. If you persist for one month, you will grow taller."
Tyrion was intrigued when he heard this. Dragon bone was available right there in King's Landing! But he still felt some concern.
"This won't have any side effects, will it? Do the Maesters of the Citadel know this secret recipe?"
"I used to be a pyromancer, and I often used this secret recipe to cure ailments. However, dragon bone is rare, so if it cannot be consumed in large quantities, the effect is poor!"
After returning from the retirement home, Tyrion couldn't stop thinking about the dragon bone. He was satisfied with his intelligence—after all, neither Cersei nor Jaime was as clever as he was.
But he was thoroughly dissatisfied with his height.
The status of a dwarf was sometimes even worse than that of a bastard!
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