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Chapter 51: Recruiting Talents

Daenerys is the queen and also the highest supervisor of the academy, Missandei is the head of language subjects and also a government teacher, and the heads of other subjects will be appointed after the public recruitment is over.

After the plan was made, Daenerys felt very satisfied, but Drogon felt something was wrong and hid outside, lost in thought.

Daenerys played a key role in the planning process and made many novel suggestions, all of which he had thought of.

As a native of this world, it is normal to come up with one or two novel ideas for establishing an institution of higher learning, but it would be very abnormal if there were too many elements of modern thinking.

But Dragon Mother came up with a lot of such ideas. Quietly recalling the details of the plan in the night sky, Drogon discovered something very scary. Dragon Mother seemed to know what he was thinking!

This made him feel a little cold in an instant. What he was most worried about was that Dragon Mother knew his identity as a time traveler. Thinking carefully about every bit of getting along with Dragon Mother, she didn't seem to notice this.

Even if she was very good at pretending and acting, drogon didn't think she would be able to keep pretending not to know and continue her acting after she knew that she was a time traveler.

Am I overthinking? Is Dragon Queen just gifted and cannot know what is in her mind?

drogon thought uncertainly, otherwise after so long he would unknowingly expose his identity as a time traveler.

After calming down for a while at high altitude, he began to practice emptying his mind, trying his best to have no other thoughts. However, the more he practiced, the more random thoughts he had in his mind. He was afraid that the Dragon Queen would find out about his identity as a time traveler, and worried that she knew too many of his secrets.

After practicing for several hours, until the late night he was finally able to clear away distracting thoughts and stop having random ideas. He then sat quietly on the tree trunk until dawn, and finally he was able to achieve a calm mind.

Although Daenerys felt a little surprised that Drogon suddenly went out at night, she didn't take it too seriously. It was not the first time he was not in his room at night.

After working out the academy plan overnight, Daenerys issued two announcements in Yunkai in the name of the Queen the next day.

Article 1. Anyone who believes that he or she has special talents in certain areas can register at Yunkai Square, be employed by the Queen, or choose to enter the school that will be opened soon to continue in-depth studies.

Special talents include all aspects and all walks of life, from city and national governance to smelting and forging, and farming skills.

Article 2: The Queen will spend a lot of money to collect all kinds of books. As long as the books are compiled into volumes, they can be sold and the prices will be based on the content of the books.

The two announcements quickly spread throughout the streets of Yunkai, but most people took a wait-and-see attitude and did not understand the meaning of the first announcement.

It was not until some bold people tentatively came to the registration office in the square, told the person in charge their specialties, registered their names and addresses, and left happily that more people came to the square to register.

Compared to the gradually bustling talent registration office, the book collection location is quite deserted and almost no one comes.

drogon, who was watching the excitement in the square, also roughly understood the reason for the shortage of books.

Yunkai is a slave city, and slaves do not need to read books. The wise lords are only busy training slaves and enjoying a luxurious life of wine and meat. Who has the time to read? The only place where people can really read books is Westeros.

There are even some books that are not available even in Westeros. For example, the teachers in the Citadel are mainly doctors and scholars, and most of what they learn are medical skills, continental history, and the family crests and mottos of various families.

Only knowledge that is useful to the ruling class or related to life will be recorded in writing; other books are extremely scarce.

Not to mention books on construction, manufacturing, and farming, there probably aren't even systematic books on learning languages. Thinking of this, drogon couldn't help but ask himself: "Why can't I write my own books? That way, the impact on the world will be greater, and that's when it will be a real school."

Daenerys, who was watching the lively registration scene, was stunned. She pricked up her ears to listen to Drogon's words and rolled her eyes.

"Write a book yourself?" She was shocked again.

Seeing the deserted book collection point, she was a little anxious. She didn't know much about the Citadel, and later went to ask Barristan and Jorah about it. She learned that it was a gathering place for knowledge in Westeros and most of the books on the continent were there.

She also knew that the types of books in the academy were limited. If she really wrote her own books as drogon said, the books in the academy would definitely be more numerous and complete than those in the book city in the future, and would have a greater impact on the mainland.

Even if Daenerys cannot write a book herself, she knows how tempting it is for those who are knowledgeable and talented.

Seeing Daenerys' eyes rolling around and her expression changing constantly, Drogon calmed himself down, remained calm, and continued to watch the excitement in the square.

The spacious Yunkai Square was now crowded with people. In addition to some people who came to register, there were more people who came to watch the excitement.

Although most of the slaves trained by Yunkai are bed slaves, wise masters also need other slaves to serve them, and there are many talented ones among them.

The two announcements were constantly spread and had spread throughout Yunkai by noon. Dock workers and vendors also came to the square to watch the excitement after hearing the news.

Looking at the enthusiastic residents of Yunkai, Daenerys did not expect that Yunkai also had so many talented people.

After several hours of registration, the list recorded not only craftsmen who were good at building houses, farmers who were proficient in rice planting, doctors who treated patients, but also teachers who had certain knowledge.

Daenerys still remembers the teacher, a skinny old man who was responsible for teaching the children of the wise lord how to read, write, and do simple calculations.

In addition to them, there were several musicians and painters who came with nervous moods to ask if they could be registered. Missandei obtained Daenerys's consent and recorded them in the list.

In addition to recording the visitor's name, address, background, and specialties, the list also records their wishes to facilitate future arrangements.

"Khaleesi, there's a man over there who's planning to sell a dozen books, but he requires to join the academy before he's willing to sell the books." Irri, the maid in charge of collecting books, walked up to Daenerys and said.

"Join the academy?" Daenerys came to the book purchasing point with some interest.

A man with a cane and tattered clothes was standing in front of the table waiting.

He heard footsteps and turned around. Only then did Daenerys see his face clearly. He looked haggard, with gray and slightly messy hair. He was probably in his fifties.

Seeing Daenerys, his cloudy eyes suddenly brightened up a bit. He lowered his body to one knee with some effort, holding the cane, and said: "Your Majesty!"

Daenerys looked in surprise at the middle-aged man who was kneeling before her with difficulty, wondering why he would perform such a great ceremony despite his disabled legs.

"Are you Daeron Rael?" Barristan suddenly took a few steps forward from Daenerys and looked at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground.

"Sir Barristan, long time no see!" Looking at Barristan, the middle-aged man smiled and said.

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