After Daenerys finished speaking, the one who reacted the most was Jorah. He looked at Daenerys in surprise, and after a moment of silence, he objected: "Your Majesty, Varys is not trustworthy. He has been responsible for finding out about you and reporting to King's Landing. Your assassination should have been planned by him."
After saying that, Jorah turned his gaze to Barristan. Seeing that he looked calm, he guessed that he had already known the news, but he only found out about it now.
The queen did not even discuss such an important matter with him. He couldn't help but miss the little girl who had always obeyed him since they were on the grassland.
"I know about this. He must have been forced to do it." Daenerys recalled Drogon's thoughts and explained.
Missandei and the others didn't know who Varys was, so they naturally didn't react much to his loyalty.
"But this man is cunning and deceitful, and is not worthy of trust at all." Remembering Varys's instructions to him, Jorah firmly objected.
Daenerys didn't expect Jorah to be so dissatisfied with Varys, and she couldn't help but frowned. She was not worried that there was something wrong with Drogon's premonition, but she suddenly had a bad association.
After escaping from the House of the Undying, Daenerys talked about her three betrayals. Jorah looked strange at the time, and Drogon's thoughts also showed that there was something wrong with Jorah.
Could it be that Jorah has some connection or involvement with Varys, the chief intelligence officer?
Looking at Daenerys's suspicious look at him, Jorah felt inexplicably flustered, and he held back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
"Ser Jorah, although I have agreed to his service, I do not completely trust him." Daenerys said again, suppressing her doubts.
After Daenerys finished speaking, Jorah had no choice but to shut up and stop objecting.
The Unsullied army, which was originally scheduled to set out today, was delayed because Drogon had not returned. It was too late, so Daenerys announced that they would set off for Yunkai tomorrow morning.
The six ships plus the twenty-odd ships donated to them by the benefactor of Astapor, a total of thirty ships were temporarily stored in Astapor.
With more than 8,000 Unsullied, the problem of food is not easy to solve. Daenerys's men are all good at fighting. Only Missandei has learned military logistics under the Good Master, but she can't handle it alone, so she can only select non-combat talents from the Unsullied who have not completed training and the residents of Astapor.
It was then that Daenerys realized that she was short of manpower. She now had less than 10,000 people under her command, and without even a fixed city to manage, she could no longer find suitable talents.
Astapor only selected a scholar, a doctor, and a priest to form a temporary council to temporarily manage the city. Think about the future seven kingdoms, which will be even more difficult to manage.
The team of more than 8,000 people stretched for several kilometers, and looked like a long winding dragon from a high vantage point.
drogon followed the team for two days. When he was hungry, he went to the grassland, which had become his super canteen.
On the third day, he couldn't wait any longer and flew to Westeros again. This time, he planned to visit the Wall.
I put on my backpack, found a pen and paper, and brought some candied dates and a honey roast duck for the little girl shireen, filling the backpack.
More than three hours later, they arrived at Dragonstone. Drogon aimed at the window of Shireen's room and flew down directly.
Standing on the windowsill, he looked inside. Shireen was not there. Drogon planned to wait for her for a while. If she didn't come for too long, he would come to find her after returning from the Wall.
After waiting for ten minutes, Drogon was about to leave when the door suddenly opened and Shireen walked in with two books. As soon as she closed the door, she looked at the window out of habit and saw a small shadow reflected into the room through the window.
Shireen blinked her eyes, finding that she was not dazzled. She rushed over and opened the window. As expected, Drogon was squatting there with a bulging backpack on his back, looking a little funny.
"Drogon! I really missed you." Shireen touched Drogon's smooth back excitedly and wanted to hug him in.
Without waiting for him to pick him up, Drogon flew into the room, stood on the table, took off his backpack, took out the honey roast duck wrapped in oil paper and placed it on the table.
"It smells so good!" Looking at the golden roast duck, shireen couldn't help swallowing her saliva.
Dragonstone was short of resources, and Stannis had just lost the battle. He didn't even have the money to repair the ship, let alone good food. Even he himself didn't eat very well, so of course Shireen couldn't eat anything good either.
Seeing Shireen's greedy look, Drogon guessed that she might not eat very well on a daily basis. He didn't expect that a roast duck would make the princess Shireen so greedy.
He hurriedly opened the oil paper and signaled shireen to eat quickly. shireen didn't hesitate. She used both of her little hands to tear off the duck leg and handed it to drogon. drogon certainly had no shortage of meat, so he shook his head and didn't eat the duck leg.
But he knew that if he didn't eat it, shireen would definitely not eat it either, so he tore a small piece from the duck's belly with his claws and put it in his mouth.
The man and the dragon quickly finished half of the roast duck, most of which went into Shireen's stomach, and Drogon only ate a little symbolically.
Shireen didn't plan to eat the other half herself, but to leave it for Davos in the dungeon.
Seeing Shireen carefully wrapping up the remaining half of the roast duck, Drogon knew that she was leaving it for the Onion Knight.
After taking out the candied dates from his bag and placing them on the table, Drogon prepared to leave. Today's destination was the Wall, so he still had a long way to go, and before he went there he had to turn to King's Landing.
"Drogon, where do you live? Can't you stay here with me more?" Seeing Drogon was about to leave, Shireen was very reluctant to let him go.
Drogon raised his wing and pointed southeast.
"You live in a free trade city?" Shireen knew from the book that the southeast of Dragonstone was probably the free trade city.
Seeing Drogon shaking his head, Shireen said, "Farther than the Free Cities... Could it be the Dothraki Sea or the Land of Long Summer?"
Drogon didn't expect that Shireen actually knew about the Land of Long Summer. He really underestimated her.
Seeing that she still hadn't guessed correctly, shireen frowned and thought for a while before guessing again: "Besides the small island, there seems to be a Slave Bay, and further away is the Red Wasteland. Is it the Slave Bay?"
Drogon grinned, revealing two rows of fine little teeth, and nodded.
"I really guessed it right!" shireen almost jumped up with joy.
"But how did you get here from such a long distance? You're so small, it must have taken you several days to fly! Also, don't dragons grow very fast? I haven't seen you for three days, but you don't seem to have grown at all! Are you not eating well?"
Thinking of the roast duck just now, Shireen was worried that she had eaten Drogon's portion. She glanced at the half roast duck wrapped in oil paper again. How about Davos not eat it, so that Drogon can grow up quickly? Drogon
didn't expect Shireen, a little girl, to talk so much. He was in a hurry to leave, and didn't plan to take out paper and pen to talk to her. He gestured with his wings, meaning that he could grow bigger.
shireen didn't understand what he meant. Just when she was about to ask, Drogon had already flown to the windowsill. Only then did she realize that Drogon must have something to do today, otherwise he would have written and talked to her like he did that day.