iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 543 Cage
Inside the hall, everyone stood around Mace Tyrell.

Mace Tyrell was dressed in a gorgeous dark green garb, the golden rose emblem on his left chest gleaming in the candlelight.

On his right, Count Matus had a serious face and his deep eyes quietly examined everything around him.

On his left, although Lord Davos tried hard to maintain a decent smile, the corners of his mouth had become slightly stiff due to it lasting too long.

The Duke of Mace raised his hand and gently stroked his neatly trimmed beard. He slowly glanced at the crowd and said with deep emotion: "Dragonstone can be so prosperous today, and it is inseparable from the contributions of everyone present!"

Since the Kleber Company began mining dragon crystal ore (Chapter 397), the population on the desolate Dragonstone Island has grown, and the activities of merchants have become more active.

"Prime Minister, Dragonstone's prosperity is thanks to the support of you and the merchants of the Reach!"

"My gracious and generous Prime Minister, please allow me to salute you!"

"Your Excellency, Lord Tyrell, cloth from the Reach is very popular here!"

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The Dragonstone lords, wealthy knights, and merchants who surrounded him expressed their gratitude and complimented the King's Hand one after another.

For a moment, praises rose and fell in the hall, interweaving into a joyful melody, and the atmosphere became more joyful and cheerful.

The Duke of Mace listened to everyone's compliments, and his smile became even wider. He raised the wine glass in his hand high and said loudly: "For Targaryen!"

"To Targaryen!"

"To Tyrell!"

"To the Prime Minister!"

The resonant voice echoed in the hall, and everyone responded, raising their glasses and drinking together, pushing the atmosphere of the banquet to a climax.

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The thick clouds outside the tavern were very low, as if covered by a huge gray curtain, giving it a depressing color.

Euron Greyjoy, disguised as a Lys merchant, leaned against a wall covered with mottled marks. His only eye flashed with a deep and sharp light. He stared at the rose flag, the golden tree flag and the small black ship flag with an onion pattern on the sail flying above the tavern without blinking.

His blue eyes moved, and he slowly raised his head, looking higher up at the dock, where... the dragon flag and the marigold flag were flying proudly.

He narrowed his eyes, and the corners of Crow's Eye's mouth slowly curled up.

"Captain." The red-robed priest, Maqiro (Chapter 515), who was also dressed as a Lys merchant, slowly walked over from behind.

His colorful yet slightly exaggerated Reese's clothing swayed gently with his movements, and even in the slightly dim street, it brought out a bit of mystery.

Crow's Eye turned his head, and the single eye was like a sharp dagger. He glanced at him lightly, and said with a hint of ridicule in his voice: "I didn't expect that you were not caught by the patrol for your ridiculous outfit."

Ever since the Targaryen princess entered Dragonstone, there have been vigilant guards everywhere and strangers will be strictly checked.

Maqiro shrugged. "Compared to a conspicuous itinerant merchant like me, the beggars on the docks are more likely to alert the guards here."

Crow's Eye pinched his chin and said, "It's surprising how many homeless people there are here."

"In fact, there is not much difference between beggars and vagrants. It is the mining here that attracts people. It is said that Crabb promised to provide food and accommodation." Moqorro looked at the newly built luxurious tavern on Dragonstone.

Crow's Eye stretched lazily. "If they are well fed and well slept, no one will be willing to fight. Fortunately, they are not pirates."

He turned and walked: "Let's go, find a place to talk, there are too many patrols here, and they are very curious."

According to Crow's Eye's observation, the current Dragonstone patrol is like a group of hounds with a keen sense of smell. If you are not careful, you will be bitten by them.

Moqorro followed the Crow's Eye, keeping pace with him. "Yes, after all, the only true dragon bloodline lives in the castle."

The Crow's Eye smiled evilly, his smile looked particularly eerie in the dim streets: "She must be very lonely."

Moqorro glanced at the Crow's Eye, was silent for a while, and then said, "Perhaps she is very uneasy. No matter how noble her bloodline is, it cannot change the fact that she is still a girl."

"Yeah, she was also a poor homeless person."

The Crow's Eye's smile widened. "I suppose she can't resist fancy clothes and jewelry."

After turning into another more secluded alley, Moqorro said, "Perhaps you should let her feel your sincerity rather than beautiful gems, King Euron."

The Crow's Eye tilted his head, his eyebrows raised. "Has your god sent you any news again, miraculous priest of Maqorro?"

Moqorro paused for a moment and nodded slightly. "Dragonstone is heavily guarded. I beg the true god to let me see the scene inside."

"No wonder you've been staring at the brazier so often lately..."

After walking a few steps, the Crow's Eye moved slightly, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. He looked at the red-robed priest and smiled and said, "Did you see my beautiful queen in the flames?"

Seeing Moqorro shaking his head, Crow's Eye frowned and suddenly stopped. The air around him seemed to freeze because of his action.

The crow's eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring at him closely. "Moqorro, what do you see?"

On his charcoal-like face, Maqiro's distinct black and white eyes seemed to glow. He shook his head again and said in a low but clear voice, "A round room with four tall narrow windows facing east, west, south and north. There was a silver-haired girl sitting in front of the fireplace, praying devoutly to the false god she believed in."

"That place is..." "The Table Room at the top of Dragonstone." Moqorro's voice broke Crow's Eye's contemplation. His tone was affirmative, confirming the location of that place.

The Crow's Eye's blue lips curved slightly, revealing a strange smile. "Perhaps she is praying for me to rescue the trapped princess."

"Perhaps... yes, because the false god never cares about his believers, while the true God, the King of Light..."

In front of a dilapidated-looking house, Crow's Eye pushed open the door and interrupted, "Oh, your God is the most merciful, I know it well."

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In the room, when Crow's Eye appeared, several Ironborn leaders who were also dressed as merchants stood up.

"Your Majesty Euron."

"His Majesty."

"My king."

When Crow's Eye came to the table and sat down, he looked around at everyone, then motioned for everyone to sit down, while Moqorro stood quietly behind him.

"Tell me what you have learned. You go first, my loyal old villain."

The Crow's Eye's joke broke the tense atmosphere in the room, and everyone burst into laughter, but there was a hint of caution in the laughter.

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After listening to the information they had gathered, Crow's Eye frowned for a moment and said, "Asha and Theon...are you sure?"

"Some people have seen Asha, and many people recognize her face, but Theon... I'm not sure about the person I found. After all, your nephew grew up in Winterfell, and only a few people in Pyke have seen him grow up."

Crow's Eye pinched his chin, his voice sounding very sad: "Asha, and Theon, I love them so much, but my good niece and nephew have betrayed me..."

Then, he showed a playful smile on his face: "I am ashamed of my brother. Alas, my niece is really a shame to the Iron Islands. The Iron Race actually wants to rely on the power of outsiders to rob things. They should challenge my soft-hearted uncle in the way of the Iron Race."

"Yes, your majesty, they betrayed all the ironborn!"

"The Drowned God will swallow their ships!"

"King Euron, perhaps you could talk to them..."

"Traitors will never be allowed to set foot in the Iron Islands!"

"Yes, they should be expelled forever!"

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Everyone started talking, but Crow's Eye raised his hand to signal them to be quiet. "I will let them serve on my 'Serenity'. As their uncle, I will teach them well. This is my responsibility."

Upon hearing this, the people around had different expressions. It was something everyone knew that the crew members of the Serenity would have their tongues pulled out.

However, standing behind, Moqorro knew the final fate of Asha and Theon—the witchcraft sacrifice of Euron Greyjoy.

The Crow's Eye's only eye secretly observed the reactions of the people present, but he directly changed the subject: "Mace Tyrell..."

He leaned back in his chair and spread his hands: "His arrival is a slightly unexpected surprise."

Many people's eyes lit up and greedy expressions appeared on their faces.

"The two 'treasures' of Dragonstone are both very tempting..."

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After everyone understood Crow's Eye's battle plan, they all went back to prepare. Moqorro, who stayed behind, poured a glass of wine and handed it over respectfully.

"King Euron, please forgive me for being so presumptuous, but I don't think it is a good idea to add more targets. The guards of the Duke of Highgarden are all excellent swordsmen."

"You are quite loyal."

Crow's Eye took the wine glass, raised his head and took a sip of the strong liquor, and slowly said: "Moqorro, I am doing this for my good niece and nephew. Don't you realize that some people expect me to forgive them?"

The corners of his mouth curled up: "If those people succeed, it's just right, I have a reason to treat them well, hehe."

Moqorro glanced at the smiling Crow's Eye. "It is difficult to succeed, Your Majesty, unless it is at sea."

After a pause, he said respectfully, "Perhaps, we can wait for the real dragon and the rose to leave Dragonstone, and then attack them at sea."

The Crow's Eye tilted his head and looked at Moqorro. "Is this the guidance of your god?"

Moqorro nodded slightly. "No, that was my own advice, King Euron."

The Crow's Eye stared at Maqorro for a while, took a sip of wine, and then said, "It's not easy to capture people at sea. If you pay a little attention, they may land directly at the nearby Crab Claw Peninsula."

He spread his arms and stretched once again. "If that's the case, there won't be such a good opportunity in the future. Dragonstone is actually a good cage. Haha, Princess Targaryen can only wait for my visit obediently."

(End of this chapter)