iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 516 Silver-haired girl

During this period, the Red Castle sent news to the Seven Kingdoms one after another.

"My 'Dragon Horn' became his gift to the Princess of Dragonstone, ha!"

"It looks like I'll soon find the man hiding in the shadows (Chapter 438)."

The morning sun shone off the rippling sea, too bright to look directly at. Euron Greyjoy was clad in black scale mail as light as a thin shirt, the scales edged in red gold and decorated with whorls, runes, and mysterious symbols.

His only remaining blue eye slowly moved forward, as if hiding a bottomless cold pond in his eyes: "No one can take away my things, right, my good brother?"

Aeron Greyjoy was tied to the bow with rough ropes. His body was so broken that it was no longer recognizable as a human. Bruises, blood scabs and torn flesh were all over his body, making him look like a broken doll that had been tossed around by a demon.

After waiting for a long time without any response, Crow Eyes sneered at first, then sighed helplessly: "It seems that you can't help your good brother this time."

After a pause, he turned to look at the person behind him and raised the corners of his lips: "Maqiro, my wizard, has your god sent any news?"

Maquilo's bright red velvet robe rustled in the sea breeze, and the corners of his robe fluttered in the air like dancing flames.

He was coal-black, about seven feet tall, with a round belly shaped like a giant pebble, tangled bone-white hair like lion hair that snaked out from his face, and tattoos of red flames covered his cheeks and forehead.

He bowed, folded his hands in front of him, and said respectfully, "Forgive me for being so rude, but the title of wizard does not suit me. I am merely a humble slave of R'hllor, the Lord of Light."

Euron turned around, the smile on his lips growing stronger: "It seems you have brought good news."

Priest Moqorro slowly raised one hand, wisps of black smoke rose from his fingers, and his deep voice came faintly: "I saw a castle in the shape of a dragon in the night fire, a round room, and a table engraved with a map of Westeros. You met a silver-haired girl."

"Dragonstone?" Crow's Eye pinched his chin and was silent for a moment. His eyes narrowed slightly: "Just silver hair?"

"The night is long and dark, and everywhere is dangerous."

The black smoke dissipated, and Maqilo's black eyes sparkled: "You will find her eventually, but your journey is full of dangers. Please allow me to go with you."

The Crow's Eye flashed a dangerous light, and asked playfully, "Is this the real reason why you serve me? Is she your target as well?"

Maqiro did not deny it and nodded calmly: "This is the will of Benero, the Supreme Priest of the Temple of R'hllor. My mission is to find Daenerys Targaryen and provide her with guidance and help."

"Our goals don't seem to conflict..." As he spoke, Crow's Eye suddenly changed his tone and said in a deep voice: "...You haven't answered me yet, what is the silver-haired girl?"

Moqorro bowed and apologized before speaking: "I have never seen her, but I heard that she has the most charming silver hair in the world. Dragonstone Island, Dragonstone Castle, Table Hall, it is obvious that she is the Targaryen princess you are looking for."

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The Crow's Eye drew out the scimitar on his waist. Its blade was pitch black, and the ripples on it were like a flowing dark river, exuding a cold chill. This was another treasure of his - a Valyrian steel scimitar with a dragonbone handle.

He placed the point of the knife against Moqorro's neck. "Who ordered you to lead me to Dragonstone? If you do not speak honestly with me now, you will soon have no chance."

Moqorro remained motionless, his expression as calm as water, without even a ripple: "King Euron, I am acting in accordance with your orders. The Lord of Light has given me guidance, and my only mission has been to be honest with you."

Euron tightened his grip on the hilt of the knife suddenly, exerting a little force, and the tip of the knife instantly cut through the skin on Moqorro's neck. A line of blood meandered out, and blood slowly seeped out.

"As far as I know, Stannis also has a red priest by his side. They arrived at the Wall, but my nephew just escaped from there. Are you trying to tell me that all this is a coincidence?" The threat in the Crow's Eye's words became stronger and stronger. The blue eyes stared at Moqorro, as if to see through the soul of the person in front of him.

"She would not be involved in such a thing. She came to Westeros to find the prince prophesied in the ancient book of Asshai." "Why are you so sure?"

"She and I are both slaves of the Lord of Light. We both have our own missions."

"mission?"

Maqiro hesitated for a moment, then said, "The eternal mission of the Red Priest is to spread the faith of the Lord of Light."

After a moment of suffocating silence, the Crow's Eye suddenly burst into laughter. He put away his scimitar and said, "Is this what you want in return from me?"

Priest Moqorro stroked his chest, his voice still respectful: "As long as you have no objection, it will be the most generous reward. I have no way to repay you, King Euron."

The Crow's Eye laughed again: "Of course I won't stop it. The Drowned God, the Old Gods, the Seven Gods, and the Lord of Light. The more gods there are, the more lively it will be, and I will be happier."

"Dear Lord."

Suddenly, a loving voice was heard, and Faria Flowers (Chapter 437), the illegitimate daughter of Count Hewitt of the Shield Islands, wearing gorgeous clothes and jewelry, was walking towards them.

The doctor of the Silence had just told her that she was very likely pregnant with Euron's child. She was extremely happy at the moment. She did not dream that she could become his "rock wife (not a typo)". She had recently learned that that was the position he reserved for the Targaryen princess.

Her greatest wish is to become Euron's "concubine", and she will regard the noble princess as her sister.

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Coming closer, Faria bowed gracefully to him, "Good day, my king."

The Crow's Eyes looked towards her, the smile on his face still intact: "You are here, dear."

Faria stepped forward and took Crow's Eye's arm. She first looked at the "rotten meat" tied to the bow with disgust, then looked up at the king and said in a delicate voice: "Your Majesty, I want to tell you a good..."

Her voice was suddenly interrupted by Priest Moqorro: "If you have made a decision, I suggest you use some special means, because we need to hurry, King Euron."

He turned his gaze to Faria, who looked displeased, and added: "Sacrifice her, and the wind will be favorable for you on the way to Dragonstone."

Sacrifice?

Faria couldn't help but look back at the bow, trembling all over, and holding Euron tightly with both hands.

At this moment, Euron's voice came from above her: "What a pity, she worked very hard."

"Your Majesty, I beg you, I beg you..."

Faria's pleading voice mixed with fear instantly cheered up the Crow's Eye: "I will miss you. Well, if you are lucky, you can live a few more days, haha."

Faria couldn't help falling down: "I am pregnant with your child, there is your seed in my belly, wuwuwu, I beg you..."

"What great news! You really helped me a lot. I will miss you for a few more days."

Faria, who was about to escape, was caught by several sailors of the Serenity. Crow's Eye waved his hand and said, "Be gentle, I want to appreciate the sacrifice of the red-robed priest... By the way, strip off that annoying skirt for me, ugh, giggle..."

(End of this chapter)