Traveling through Game of Thrones with the LOL system

"Sir, you should be by Your Majesty's side." Tyrion, who was flipping through the file, said towards Barristan who came in.

"As far as I know, there is no apparent peace in Meereen."

Barristan put the sword in his hand on the table and sat down on a seat.

The old man looked at Tyrion, who was flipping through the pages in a hurry, "Compared to the guards who are always in fear, I still hope that you have a way to solve the problem of Meereen once and for all. After all, Your Majesty cannot bestow the queen's power on the basis of your words and deeds." Hand, at least you have to do something."

"What is that, Meereen's chaotic and disorderly financial report? The harpies who often appear to assassinate and attack, or the slave owners who are pressing every step of the way." Tyrion lowered his head, still flipping through the pages.

"Everything, as much as you can solve, after all, you are the one who wants to serve you, and I am just a bodyguard. If you just want to escape, when the news of Westeros comes to Slave Bay, there will be many fleets willing to take them away." If the dwarf is in exchange for a bounty from Lannister or Tyrell, the queen will not protect a waste." The old man stroked his gray beard.

Tyrion raised his eyes and looked at the slightly haggard old man, "I don't think this is a threat." Tyrion took out the flagon from the cupboard and poured Barristan a glass of Meereen's unique apricot wine.

"Essos was a wonderful trip, except for being crated and tied up by the guys from Bear Island, I drank all the way from Pentos to Volantis, sour wine, wine, persimmon wine, pepper wine and even I even sang about the centaur's kumiss, I should leave Westeros early and be a navigator."

Tyrion poured himself a glass as he spoke, "When I was young, those nobles in the western region always liked to brag about the fine wines of Qingting Island, golden, amber, green, and crimson wines, and even many nobles hoped to be able to match them The Redwyne family of Qingting Island is married, and the round-trip fleet can bring the fine wine of Qingting Island, but I find that the wine of Essos is more mellow, after all, they come from a more complicated social class."

Barristan sipped the wine in his glass. He hadn't touched Daenerys since he put the white robe back on. "It's not different, but it's not as bitter as wine."

Tyrion stretched out a finger and shook, "No, the wine in a place often reflects the class status and the gap between the rich and the poor. In Westeros, the nobles like to pursue all kinds of wine, while the common people can only get it during the harvest season. Some deflated grains brew some ale, and the city-state officials of Essos can use an ocean-going fleet to bring themselves good wine from the entire continent. Brewed from rotten fruit, Essos are more slaves, and they may have spent their whole life, until they were whipped to death by the slave master, and they never tasted fine wine."

"Although these have different tastes, as you taste, there is no difference. Even after a few days, it will be a pool of yellow urine, so why can you get a lot of wealth from the slave owner?"

Barristan suddenly remembered that Robert, the first king, was addicted to alcohol, and then died of alcohol. Almost every incompetent king was addicted to alcohol. Fortunately, the queen is not interested in alcohol.

"I'm still looking through the classics about the harpies, and I'm going to start with the origin of the harpies, but the issue of the slave owners, the queen liberated the slaves, this symbol of the wealth of the slave owners indirectly affected the wealth of the slave owners, It has affected the system that has been rooted in the slave bay for hundreds of years, but there are many ways to express or obtain wealth, not only the number of slaves, but also the financial situation in the slave bay. Obviously, it is not suitable for slave owners to get more wealth. I am going to Loot the wealth from them." The gurgling sound of pouring wine sounded again.

"The harpies may have a relationship with the slave owners. It is a kind of pressure on the status quo by the slave owners. Recently, they are seeking to reopen the duel field. The plundering of wealth may arouse more fierce resistance." Barristan Handed the goblet back to Tyrion.

"When I first came here, I said that violence is only the easiest way to settle disputes and plunder wealth. The slave owners want to reopen the arena. We have a better way to give them new entertainment."

"By the way, where are the queen's dragons? I have been in Meereen for many days, and I have never seen them. Are the rumors false?" Tyrion questioned while holding his wine glass.

Barristan held his glass tightly and looked at Tyrion. Tyrion tilted his head questioningly when he saw Barristan silently.

"Have they died in a certain battle?" Tyrion asked with a look of surprise.

Barristan shook his head.

Tyrion came up and clinked glasses, "Dragon is the symbol of the queen's identity and strength, and they are needed to shock the turbulent hearts of the slave masters."

"The dragon was imprisoned by the Queen in the dungeon of the Pyramid of Meereen."

Tyrion looked at Barristan in disbelief, "The queen's dragon has wings, right?"

Barristan nodded.

Tyrion shook his head, "They're dragons, they fly in the sky, no one can feed fish on land, and no one can feed dragons in dungeons, even I, a Lannister, know that, Tanger Why does Lian always like to confine dragons in a dark and small space, I want the queen to let them out."

"Wait a minute, there is a reason why the queen imprisoned the dragon in the dungeon. Drogon preyed on the son of the shepherd outside the city. If it is a herd of cattle and sheep, the queen can use money to soothe them, but money can't soothe those who are killed by the dragon. The bereavement of killing commoners, that's why His Majesty locked up the dragon in the dungeon."

"Take me to meet His Majesty." Tyrion shouted resolutely.

"Your Majesty, where is your dragon?" Tyrion asked tentatively from the audience.

Daenerys straightened her figure, "My child is out hunting."

Tyrion looked back at Barristan questioningly.

Barristan glanced at Daenerys who was sitting tall and nodded slightly.

Daenerys starts telling about what the dragons have been up to lately.

"Your Majesty, you should release them. You hatched them yourself." Tyrion said flatly.

"I~I~." Daenerys replied stammeringly, "After putting them in the dungeon, I wanted to pet them, but they refused while breathing dragon words."

"You are their mother, that's why they just refuse. If someone else has already entered the dragon's belly, the dungeon is not suitable for a dragon to live in. It won't be long before they forget how to fly. Before their disgust towards you has deepened , let them go, believe me, Targaryen can tame dragons, and he can also restrain dragons, do you know punishment?" Tyrion asked.

"Retribution?" Daenerys repeated.

"Maybe Valyrian," Tyrion said.

"Punishment." The obscure Valyrian language was spoken from Daenerys' mouth. Daenerys just found it a little novel, and there was no difference.