After complaining to Jorah several times about how disobedient the little dragons were, he finally suggested simply letting the two unruly children "drop out," and focusing solely on teaching Dahei.
As long as the black dragon grew strong enough, Daenerys could use him to suppress and control the white dragon and the green dragon.
Mm—Jorah also believed that Daenerys's teaching was beneficial to the little dragons' growth.
He told her that throughout Targaryen history, dragons had never been invincible. There had been many recorded dragon-slaying incidents.
"The most famous, without doubt, was the death of Meraxes. Back then, your ancestor Aegon, with the help of his two sisters, conquered the other six kingdoms aside from Dorne.
"But during the assault on Hellholt in Dorne, because of a moment's carelessness, Queen Rhaenys's dragon was struck in the eye by a scorpion bolt. The great dragon Meraxes fell from the sky and died on the spot."
Jorah looked up at the three little dragons circling in the sky in search of prey and sighed. "If even something as small and vital as the eyes can be hit, then their bodies and wings will be struck even more often. No matter how you look at it, they're still far too immature."
Daenerys accepted part of Jorah's advice. She did not completely give up on Little White and Little Green.
Actually, faced with this situation, any student from the Great Heavenly Dynasty would know what to do.
That's right—streaming classes. Slow classes. Rocket classes.
Little Black was the top student, the elite—one dragon straight into the rocket class.The other two were mischievous underachievers; as long as they managed to scrape by and get a diploma, it would already be enough to make Mother Dany feel "deeply gratified."
While she herself was busy training dragons, her khalasar did not get to rest either.
The elderly and the women systematically stripped three white cities of the wealth buried by time.
The young and strong men went west to the mountains in groups to hunt. Aside from food for themselves, they also brought back smoked cured meat.
At Daenerys's request, Jorah taught the Dothraki children the way of knighthood.
To put it bluntly, Dothraki screamers were light cavalry.
And the poor breakthrough capability of light cavalry—Daenerys, even as a military illiterate, understood that much.
Westerosi knights clad head to toe in full plate armor clearly possessed greater impact and battlefield survivability.
The reason the Dothraki went into battle wearing nothing but a sleeveless leather vest was not, as they claimed, purely because of courage.
The main reason was poverty—poverty in every sense. Their level of civilization and social systems was extremely "poor."
They lacked the wealth to purchase armor, lacked the ability to produce steel, and lacked the technology to forge armor.
On the Dothraki Sea, the value of a single set of armor far exceeded the value of a single screamer's life.
But now, things were different.
The horselords had Daenerys.
She would inevitably bring more advanced systems to the Dothraki and greatly raise their level of productivity.
In the future, the horselords would be capable of producing large numbers of knights.And in the future, Daenerys herself would certainly need a great many steel knights loyal to her.
Three months after settling into White Cloud City, Daenerys joyfully held up a turnip no bigger than a child's fist and announced loudly to the surrounding horselords:
"The first batch of crops is about to mature! We'll never have to worry about famine again!"
This world was truly damn strange. Turnips that normally took two years to mature had borne fruit in just three months—though they were a bit small, and this was under such scorching heat.
But then she thought of the orchard where peach trees on one side were blossoming while those on the other were already dropping fruit, and she felt relieved again.
After all, this was the Long Summer.
In the Long Summer, even peasants could eat themselves full to bursting.In the Long Winter, even nobles could starve to death.
The horselords, however, gave her no face at all. Instead of cheering, Aggo stepped forward and shouted:
"Khaleesi, we are horselords. The Dothraki do not become weak farmers.
"I say we abandon this city and go west to the mountains to roam and hunt."
"There are too many of us. Our main nomadic food—lambs and fat cattle—were slaughtered long ago. All that's left are horses, which yield very little meat.
"And hunting is far too uncertain. We need a stable food source. We need this city—safe and abundant," Daenerys snapped, glaring at him.
"There's no one else on the Red Waste. Where would the danger come from?" her bloodriders protested.
"Report!"
With a long shout, a fine horse clattered up beside the farmland.
"Report—report to the Khaleesi! Someone wants to enter our city!" the rider shouted excitedly.
Aggo was slapped in the face by reality.
"All because of your damn crow mouth," Daenerys shot him another glare, then asked the rider, "Who is it? How many?"
"Three people," the Dothraki warrior replied with a strange expression. "They claim to be dragonseekers. They asked whether this is White Cloud City, and whether a Targaryen girl here has hatched dragons."
"What?"Startled, Daenerys blurted out a line of English.
"How is that possible? Are you sure they asked about 'White Cloud City'?" she asked urgently.
"Yes. That shadowbinder said it exactly like that."
"Shadowbinder?" Daenerys was startled again.
Although she had named this place "White Cloud City," she had always assumed no outsiders would ever come here, so she had never even hung up a sign at the city gate.
And besides—
"Where are my dragons?" She looked up at the sky and asked the people beside her. "The white dragon and the green dragon—have they come back?"
"No." The horselords all shook their heads.
The black dragon was in the rocket class, after all—he had heavier coursework and spent most of his time following Daenerys. At that moment, he stood atop the silver mare's saddle, wings fluttering, his deep red eyes observing everyone around him.
Little White and Little Green, the two naughty wild kids, were no good at academics and could only become sports-special students. Daenerys reduced their training schedule and let them use the extra time to hunt on their own.
If you won't study properly, then go out early and "work to earn money" to support yourselves!
"Could they have encountered my dragons out there?" Daenerys stroked her chin in thought. "But even if they saw dragons, how would they know they belong to a Targaryen?"
"Khaleesi, they not only know you're a Targaryen, they even called out the name 'Daenerys.' It must be that shadowbinder. Wizards from the Shadow Lands know prophecy magic—everyone knows that," the Dothraki said.
"Mmm, everyone knows that," Aggo nodded seriously.
"Everyone knows that," the handmaid Irri echoed.
Here we go again.
Daenerys quietly rolled her eyes and said to Aggo, "Go call Rakharo and Jhogo. Oh—and bring Ser Jorah as well."
At this time, Jorah was in the square teaching children basic swordsmanship. During this period, Daenerys herself would occasionally join in.
After several months, even though she had only trained basic sword techniques, her strength and skill had increased by a noticeable margin.
"Qotho, come with me to meet the guests." She turned to the reporting rider. "You didn't let them into the city, did you?"
"No, Khaleesi. You said that only with your permission could outsiders enter the city," the Dothraki replied quickly.
Daenerys froze.
Had she really given that order?
But after thinking carefully, it seemed… yes, she actually had. On the second day after entering White City, when she ordered stones stuffed into the gate tunnel, she had said it then.
It had been so long that even she herself had forgotten. Yet the horselords had continued to carry out her command strictly all this time.
Sigh. The Dothraki might be blunt and often contradicted her at the wrong moments, but when it came to loyalty and execution, there was truly nothing to fault.
Riding through the streets, Daenerys was lost in thought. Before she realized it, their group had already reached the city gate.
The wooden portcullis was raised high. She led Qotho and about a dozen screamers through the narrow gate tunnel and out beyond the walls.
The moment she stepped outside, her heart jolted.
The three people aside—their mounts were camels!
She wasn't a strategist, nor an elite politician, but her mind was quick. Almost instantly, she understood: the Red Waste, a dead end for the horselords, was merely a slightly difficult road for others.
The Red Waste was not a dead land.Which meant it was no longer the protective barrier for her little khalasar.
This place was no longer safe.
Why was it so difficult for the horselords to cross the Red Waste?
Daenerys's group had struggled southward every step of the way. If she hadn't watched Bear Grylls's survival shows in her previous life, she would probably have ended up just like the original Daenerys—walking one stretch, dying another. Why was that?
The answer was simple.
The horselords were using the wrong means of transportation.
Like a muscular off-road vehicle versus a city sedan—different purposes. Use an off-road vehicle for commuting every day, and in a year your fuel costs would be enough to buy a new car. Drive a BMW into trackless wilderness, and the moment you leave the paved road—haha—you're breaking down.
The grassland horses ridden by the horselords were agile and powerful, with top-tier speed, endurance, and impact.
The Dothraki people had existed for thousands of years, and their steppe horses had been selectively bred for thousands of years as well. The Dothraki roamed the lush Dothraki Sea and the plains of the Noyne, and their warhorses were born for such environments.
But in the end, they were still horses suited only for grasslands—terrible at enduring heat and drought, unable to adapt to the Red Waste.
That was why Daenerys could not push them to death, could not wring every drop of stamina from the mounts. Everyone in the khalasar had a horse, yet they could only travel a hundred kilometers a day.
Camels, on the other hand, were known as the "ships of the desert." Crossing a wasteland filled with devil grass was like strolling through one's own backyard.
"I am the dragon hatcher, Daenerys of House Targaryen," she said without even asking their identities, declaring herself first and extending an invitation. "Welcome, guests from afar. The weather outside is hot—let us go into the city."
The three camel riders were also very polite. They skillfully untied the Arab scarves wrapped around their heads—fully equipped, no less—and then introduced themselves one by one.
The man on the left had pale skin, bluish lips, and sunken cheek muscles. Speaking in rough, hoarse Dothraki, he said:
"Great Mother of Dragons, Khaleesi of the Dothraki Sea. I am Pyat Pree, the Great Warlock of Qarth."
Though he was speaking to Daenerys, his gaze burned with obsession as he stared at Dahei, who was perched cross-legged above her head.
The bald, fat man in the middle was also very pale—milky white, even whiter than Daenerys herself. On one side of his nose, which was even larger than Jackie Chan's, was set a green emerald the size of a thumb pad.
In Valyrian, the lingua franca of the Free Trade Cities, he said:
"Princess of House Targaryen, thank you for your invitation. Your kindness is as striking as your beauty. I am Xaro Xhoan Daxos, one of the Thirteen of Qarth."
This fellow spoke words of admiration, yet the look he gave her was like someone appraising the value of merchandise.
Still, compared to the other two, Daenerys was more willing to deal with him—because only he possessed no power beyond the mundane.
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