Ignoring their objections, Daenerys gave them a warning look.
"Are you sure you want to trade a dragon for me?" Kraznys, who had been half-reclining in his chair, sat up straight and asked in surprise.
"Yes."
"I want two, not this one." Kraznys glanced at the two dragons circling in the sky, then at Drogon. He didn't understand why Drogon was so much smaller than the other two. Had he not developed properly in the dragon egg?
"I can only give you one." Daenerys looked at Kraznys.
"I want two."
"One." Daenerys replied firmly again.
Seeing Daenerys's unyielding attitude, Kraznys discussed it with the fat Master next to him and said, "Alright, one. I want the golden one."
With one of the three remaining dragons in the world, Kraznys was confident he could sell it for a hefty price, more than ten thousand Unsullied.
"I also want her, now!" Daenerys pointed to the Little Slave acting as translator.
The Little Slave looked at Daenerys in surprise, wondering why she had taken an interest in her again, but still faithfully translated the words to Kraznys.
Kraznys scrutinized the Little Slave, then looked at Daenerys with a meaningful gaze, a smirk playing on his lips as he said with a wicked laugh, "Since you like her, for the sake of a dragon, I'll give her to you."
The two parties agreed to trade an hour later at the Unsullied training ground south of the city. The Little Slave, feeling somewhat uneasy, followed Daenerys out of Pride Plaza.
"What's your name?" Daenerys asked.
"This humble one is called Missandei." As she spoke, she curiously looked at Drogon on Daenerys's shoulder, watching his small, delicate scales glitter in the sunlight.
Sensing Missandei's gaze, Drogon turned his head and hissed twice at her: "Hello there, Little Missandei!"
He had always been quite fond of this Dragon Mother's sorceress and advisor.
Hearing Drogon greet Missandei, Daenerys looked at her shoulder, wondering why Drogon and Missandei seemed so familiar with each other.
"You are my person now; you must tell me the truth." Turning back, Daenerys continued.
"This humble one dares not lie to her Master; that would result in execution." Missandei replied obediently, her hands clasped over her lower abdomen.
"I am not your Master, and you will have no Master from now on." With that, Daenerys pulled a dagger from Jorah's waist, grabbed the collar around Missandei's neck, and with a forceful cut, removed it, tossing it casually to the ground.
Touching her neck, Missandei looked at Daenerys with a slightly open mouth, then at the collar thrown in the dust. For a moment, she felt at a loss, yet also incredibly relieved. She hadn't expected to shed her slave status in such a way.
Seeing Daenerys remove Missandei's collar, Jorah was thoughtful.
Barristan still wanted to dissuade Daenerys from her decision to trade a golden dragon for the Unsullied, but Jorah stopped him with a look.
Back at the dock, Rhaegal and Viserion landed on the deck. Daenerys ordered men to forge a chained iron shackle and a large wooden cage.
After embracing and soothing Viserion for a while, she quietly tried to put the shackle on his claw. Although he didn't understand what the shackle connected to a long chain was for, even with Viserion's still-developing mind, he knew it wasn't a good thing. He flapped his claws, unwilling to let Daenerys put it on.
With his current body, larger than a sheep, Daenerys couldn't overpower his strong claws. The edge of the shackle scraped his wrist several times; though it didn't hurt, it made Viserion agitated, and he bared his teeth at Daenerys in warning.
Whack!
Drogon swatted Viserion's head with a claw. Though small, the claw's power was astonishingly great.
Viserion, in pain, turned his head to protest, only to meet Drogon's flame-like pupils. His head drooped, allowing Daenerys to put the shackle on his wrist. He sulked into the wooden cage, scaring Rhaegal, who had been watching the commotion, into flapping his wings and flying high into the sky.
The two dragons were docile as hatchlings, but grew less obedient to Daenerys as they aged, often baring their teeth at her in defiance. After being disciplined by Drogon a few times, they no longer dared to be aggressive with Daenerys, but today, pushed to their limit, they showed their true nature again.
Seeing Viserion obediently enter the cage, Daenerys stroked Drogon's small head and kissed his scale-covered face. Without Drogon, she wouldn't even be able to ride giant dragons, let alone tame them. Being a Dragonrider was not so easy.
Ignoring Viserion's roars from inside the cage, Daenerys dispatched several Dothraki warriors to guard the cargo ship, taking Jorah, her Bloodriders, and others to the south of the city.
At this time, the wide open space south of the city was not only filled with eight thousand well-trained Unsullied, but also nearly a thousand Unsullied who had not completed their brutal training, and reserve children.
The grandstands of the training ground were occupied by various Masters and their families, dressed in lavish robes, who had rushed there to witness the True Dragon.
Four Dothraki carried the large wooden cage, following Daenerys to the grandstand where the Masters were seated.
The eight thousand Unsullied were not solely owned by Kraznys; he merely possessed a larger number of them.
At this moment, the Masters and their families were all captivated by the constantly shaking wooden cage. Daenerys ordered someone to open the cage, then walked over expressionlessly, grabbed the iron chain handle, and led out Viserion, who was furious and on the verge of breathing fire.
Stepping out of the wooden cage, Viserion looked left and right, then spread his wings and took flight. He flew less than five meters before being firmly restrained by the iron chain. He struggled, flapping his wings vigorously, but Daenerys, clutching the chain with both hands, still couldn't stop his struggles.
Just as Daenerys was about to lose her grip on the chain, Drogon, standing on her shoulder, let out a tender dragon roar at Viserion, scaring him into immediate submission. He only dared to gently flap his wings to maintain balance.
Seeing Drogon's single roar make the large flying dragon calm down, the Masters and their families were all astonished, and Kraznys's face became dark and uncertain.
Did I choose wrong? Should I not have chosen the big one, but the one always on the Westeros woman's shoulder?
But how could the big one be less powerful than the small one? Could it be a matter of bloodline? Is the small one the Dragon King's son?
"Master Kraznys, let's trade now!" Daenerys interrupted Kraznys's thoughts. He knew it was too late to back out now.
He could only walk down from the grandstand with a gloomy face, hand the short whip in his left hand to Daenerys, and take the iron chain with his right.
"Deal!" Daenerys said, the short whip in her hand.
"Deal!" Missandei translated.
Kraznys: "Deal!"
"Deal!" Missandei translated again.
Seeing the iron chain handed to Kraznys, Viserion struggled again, even more fiercely than when he was in Daenerys's hands.
Kraznys now experienced the difficulty Daenerys had faced earlier, bending over and pulling hard at Viserion, who dragged him towards the center of the field.
Daenerys ignored Viserion's violent struggles and reluctant roars behind her, her expression resolute, and walked straight ahead, holding the short whip.