iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 544: Honest Lies
In the room, thick black curtains tightly covered the windows, leaving only a few faint rays of light to penetrate the gaps with difficulty, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

On the wall, several burning torches made crackling sounds, and the jumping flames stretched their shadows out.

After a pause, Maqiro said slowly, "Are those who attacked the Duke of Rose bait to attract the attention of the island?"

"I am granting those 'loyal' leaders a chance to gain glory."

The Crow's Eye instantly turned towards Moqorro, with an unfathomable light flashing in it. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of sarcasm: "I didn't expect that you would feel sorry for others. This really surprises me, Priest Moqorro."

Facing the sharp gaze of the crow's eyes like a hawk, Moqorro smiled slightly: "My only obligation is to serve you, King Euron."

Crow's Eye stared at him for a while, then he scratched his hair and suddenly grinned, revealing a row of uneven teeth: "You are really cruel."

His laughter echoed in the room, seeming a little abrupt.

After a pause, the Crow's Eye put away his smile and continued: "Winter and summer, evil and justice, death and life..."

He shook his head in amusement: "It's a war between true gods. The price of your service to me is that I have to fight for your god."

The Crow's Eye's gaze moved. He clenched his chin and examined Moqorro as if he were examining a strange object. "This 'price' doesn't seem fair."

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

Maqiro nodded slightly, his expression solemn and dignified: "On one side is the God of Shadow and Fire, and on the other side is the God of Night and Fear. The war between the true gods has begun since the beginning of the world. Before the final judgment comes, everyone must choose a side, either darkness or light."

Crow's Eye pinched his chin again, and murmured with a deep gaze: "Everyone has to make a choice, so to speak..."

He stared at Maqiluo closely, with a hint of intimidation in his eyes: "...According to you, every living person has no way to escape?"

"........."

Moqorro nodded again. "Yes, King Euron. The living seek the light, while the dead... obey orders."

The corners of Crow's Eye's mouth slowly curled up, he nodded, and said: "Yes, the living have only one choice."

He looked at Maqoro's one eye and smiled: "Now it seems that leading the seven kingdoms to resist the power of darkness is indeed a fair deal."

Moqorro stroked his chest and said, "You are a great and wise king, Your Majesty Euron Greyjoy."

The Crow's Eye stood up in a good mood and patted Moqorro on the shoulder. His action was very generous and he said, "The next step to defeat the God of Evil is to marry the Targaryen princess. Only in this way will the lords of the Green Land obey my orders."

He shrugged slightly: "They only recognize the ruling law of bloodline."

The Crow's Eye looked at Moqorro with a slightly condensed gaze. "Although Dragonstone is guarded by only a few hundred people, it is easy to defend but difficult to attack. This number is enough to resist a huge army."

He curled his lips: "So, since you have followed my plan, does this mean that you already have a solution to this problem, my red priest?"

After a moment's silence, Moqorro pulled a rolled parchment from his wide sleeves, tore off the string, and spread it on the table in front of him.

He marked several prominent places on the map and said in a low and calm voice: "These are the secret passages that the Targaryens used to sneak out of Dragonstone."

"Yeah, I understand. After all, fisherman's daughters are so charming."

The Crow's Eye studied the map carefully and asked casually, "How did you get this thing?"

Before Maqilo could respond, he asked again, "Will you come with me to meet my bride?"

After a slight pause, Maqiro said respectfully: "The High Priest Benero gave it to me before I left the Red Temple in Volantis."

There was a hint of awe in Machiro's voice when he mentioned Benero's name.

"Is this the guidance of your god again?" Crow's Eye smiled playfully, and he took a sip of wine. "I am more curious about another thing. The task assigned to you by Benero is to provide guidance and assistance to the Targaryen princess. So, when you meet her, will you betray me?"

As soon as the words fell, the room fell silent, as if time had stopped, with only the sound of burning torches becoming clearer and clearer.

Hearing Crow's Eye's "joke", Moqorro's expression did not change at all, and he still maintained a respectful attitude: "Yes, this is indeed my mission, but the premise is that I will serve Her Royal Highness the Princess with your permission, King Euron."

"Good answer."

The Crow's Eye laughed loudly. He patted Moqorro's arm vigorously and said, "Of course I trust you. After all, we have a common enemy, um, another...true god."

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Ta-da-da———

The sound of horse hooves came closer and closer. Theon Greyjoy, who was riding over, had a furious look on his face. He said in an angry voice, "Damn it, why did you leave by yourself?!"

Asha Greyjoy, sitting on the saddle, heard her brother's call, pulled the reins slowly, and adjusted the direction of the horse's head skillfully.

She turned her head, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing an evil smile, and her smile was particularly dazzling in Theon's eyes.

"I see you're eager to lick Hand Tyrell's boots. As your loving sister, I can't disturb you." As she spoke, she patted the horse's neck gently, her movements leisurely.
"Lick your boots?!"

Theon's face instantly turned red, his eyes widened: "I was just being polite, that's the etiquette of the nobility, Asha, don't insult my honor!"

Holding the reins firmly with one hand and turning the other hand gracefully in the air, Asha gave her brother an exaggerated salute on the saddle: "I see, the noble Prince of Winterfell."

Veins popped out on Theon's neck and he yelled, "Damn it! I told you not to call me that again!"

"Yes, yes, I understand. As you command, Prince Theon."

Although Asha agreed verbally, her tone was full of perfunctory. However, this at least made Theon's anger subside a little.

Ta-ta-ta-ta.

The two turned their horses into another street, and in front of a brothel not far away, several women dressed in revealing and gorgeous clothes were standing there chatting and laughing. This scene immediately attracted Theon's attention, and he unconsciously showed a lustful expression on his face.

His body leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on the women, as if he was fixed in place and unable to extricate himself.

The horse continued to move slowly, and Theon's face moved slowly with it, his eyes never leaving the women.

After a while, Theon licked his lips, looked away with difficulty, coughed softly, and said, "Hey, Asha, I'll go back to Dragonstone later, you go back first."

Hearing this, Asha glanced back thoughtfully, and a smile appeared on her face that annoyed Theon: "My dear brother, didn't you finally make an appointment to play chess with the Princess of Dragonstone? How can I convey your broken promise on your behalf? Oh, everyone knows that I am the most honest."

Theon's face became stiff, and he raised his chin in an attempt to remain calm: "As the heir to the Iron Islands, how could I be so... rude? I was just... joking with you."

Asa pulled the reins, nodded, and agreed: "Those female prostitutes just now must have made fun of your jokes, my dear brother."

"you!"

Theon gritted his teeth and squeezed out a voice: "When I inherit Pyke City, I will marry you to a stinky old man!"

Faced with her brother's daily threats, Asha raised her eyebrows in surprise and said, "Didn't you say last time that you would send me to be a Stranger Sister?"

"You, you, you... Humph, no matter what, I will make you kneel at my feet and beg for my mercy in tears!"

After venting his anger, Theon's eyes suddenly moved and he said sarcastically: "I heard from the Duke of Highgarden that the Regent already has a fiancée (Daenerys's identity is still kept secret), but it's not you. You deceived me!"

His voice was full of anger and accusation, as if he was holding Asha accountable.

Asha tilted her head, her eyebrows raised again: "What did I lie to you about?"

Theon gripped the reins tightly and said angrily, "You said you brought us to King's Landing to find my brother-in-law... Bah, you dare to say that the Regent is your man, damn it, you admit your lie right now!"

Asha blinked her eyes, then touched her belly shyly: "Even if she is a lover, she is the lover of the Regent of the Seven Kingdoms. Considering that this is his child... at least he won't let me become a Stranger Sister or marry an old man..."

Seeing the happy expression on his sister's face, Theon's pupils shrank instantly, and his eyes widened, full of shock and disbelief.

He pointed at Asha and stammered, "You you you you you..."

Asha's expression was very gentle: "Good brother, speak slowly."

And Theon was about to go crazy: "How dare you?! The young lady of the Greyjoy family is pregnant with a bastard child?!"

Asha coughed softly and reminded, "It's a noble bastard."

Hearing this, Theon almost jumped up in his saddle. His voice became a little sharp because of anger: "That's also a bastard!"

Looking at her furious brother, Asha showed an evil smile on her face again: "You are afraid, my brother, you are worried about him..."

She lowered her head and touched her belly again: "My son will become the Lord of the Iron Islands."

Theon's nostrils flared, his neck had turned as red as his face, and he clenched his teeth: "How could I be afraid of a despicable bastard!"

He looked around at the guards in front and behind to make sure no one could hear their conversation, then he kicked his horse closer and said in a low voice, "I'll get you some moon tea, but you better get rid of the bastard in your belly!"

Asha's eyes were red and her voice was slightly choked: "Brother, you are too cruel..."

Seeing her so vulnerable, Theon avoided her gaze, moved his lips, and said, "You must listen to me this time, don't bring shame to the Greyjoy family!"

"My younger brother..."

Theon gritted his teeth and turned his face away cruelly. Then he made a difficult decision: "If you are obedient, then... you can inherit the Ten Towers City (their uncle's territory)."

After a pause, he added anxiously, "Only if you help me take back the Iron Islands."

Theon stared at his sister seriously, while Asha was silent for a while, with a hint of hesitation and struggle in her eyes.

Then she burst into a fit of laughter.

Asha laughed until tears came out of her eyes. She patted the stiff Theon and said, "I'll tell you when I'm really pregnant with a bastard. You're so cute, my dear brother. Hehehe!"

When Theon heard this, he flew into a rage. He roared, "You lied to me again! Damn it, damn it!"

"Hahaha………"

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Lord Davos Seaworth returned to the camp from the bustling dock along the winding path, surrounded by his guards.

The sun began to set, and the sea breeze, carrying a salty and humid smell, blew in his face, making his cloak rustle.

In the camp, soldiers were busy moving around, and the bonfire was burning, illuminating everything around it.

"Survey Corps, either death or life (Chapter 57)!"

Although he did not show it on his face, Lord Davos was startled by the sudden sound and paused in his action of unbuttoning his cloak.

He frowned and turned to look at the source of the sound. His second son was standing at the door of the tent with a hint of excitement and eagerness on his face.

He said seriously: "Sir Arad, you should be more steady."

Sir Arad seemed to realize his own gaffe. A trace of embarrassment flashed across his face and he scratched his head: “Sorry, father, I was a little too excited.”

(End of this chapter)