"Shouldn't they get involved now? Your Majesty, it turns out you already know about them?"
After hearing this, Moroa immediately stared at Robb closely. She originally thought this was important information. But it turned out that it sounded like Robb already knew it.
"Well, I have some general information about them. However, I will definitely accomplish what I promised you, so keep talking!"
Robb, who realized that he had made a mistake, coughed lightly and motioned for Moroa to continue.
"I saw my father meeting with a very fat keykeeper at the Tower, and vaguely heard them talking about the Sea King of Braavos and related gods.
At that time, I was not interested in the topics they talked about, so I didn’t listen in detail. After all, books related to occultism were the things that aroused my interest the most!”
An expression of reminiscence appeared on Moroa's face after hearing Robb's words. After telling the information she knew, she told some of her guesses,
"Sorry, Your Majesty, that's about all I know.
However, based on the information I know, the current Sea King of Braavos, Ferrego Antalion, is seriously ill and cannot be cured. Therefore, they are probably talking about the new Sea King!
However, the new Sea King has always been selected from all the citizens of Braavos by the governor of Braavos and all the keykeepers according to an ancient, mysterious and puzzling process.
Logically speaking, the founder family of the Iron Bank alone cannot control the outcome of this process. Moreover, this matter has nothing to do with the Lannister family, which is very puzzling!"
"Perhaps... the talk you heard about Ravos Sea King and the gods may really be just their idle chatter.
However, there must be an interest relationship between the Lannister family and the keykeeper. Because I believe that no one can escape the word interest in their actions!
If it weren’t for profit, it might be a reason we wouldn’t even think of!”
After listening to Moroya's words, Robb expressed his judgment, but at the end, he slowly raised his head and looked at the top of the tent with his ice crystal eyes.
However, without sufficient information, Robb did not want to guess why the keykeeper of the Iron Bank helped the Lannisters to convince the Hightowers.
He stood up from the chair, then took a handful of auburn hair on his head and handed it to Moroya: "Here, are these enough?"
"Enough, enough! Thank you, Your Majesty!
The research materials are already there, but all my equipment is still in the towering tower..."
Robb's sudden movement made Moroya stunned. She took the hair from his hand with her right hand and murmured in reply.
"Don't worry, count the time, Earl Leyton Hightower should have sent an envoy to ransom you.
After all, one son is the heir to the title, the other is a famous and brave warrior, and you, the daughter of a bachelor who can use magic.
It is impossible for him to leave you alone, I just hope that the ransom brought by the messenger is generous enough."
"Although... I have always called myself this, but in fact, I have not created a chain link, so I cannot be considered a real bachelor. Because women are not allowed to join the bachelor organization."
When Moroya heard this, a dark look appeared on her face. She clenched her right hand that was holding Robb's hair and continued in a firm tone,
"But it doesn't matter. I will definitely become the first female bachelor or even doctor in the history of Westeros. I will also establish a new school city that only accepts women in the future!"
"Well, the patriarchal concept in this world is even more serious."
Listening to Moroya's heroic words, Robb whispered quietly, and then encouraged her,
"As long as you keep working hard, you will succeed!"
"Thank you for your encouragement, Your Majesty! I also believe that I will succeed.
However, my most important thing now is to first study the running structure of rune energy on your body. This can be used to simulate the rune structure used by ice!
No problem, I can do it!"
Moroa nodded upon hearing this, then waved his right hand that was holding Robb's hair in the air and said.
No, you can't! Because I don't have any magic power in my body!
Seeing Moroya's hopeful look, Robb complained secretly in his heart, and shouted outside the tent: "Wil, send Miss Moroya back!"
…
Red Fort, meeting hall of the Prime Minister's Tower.
"Your Majesty Prime Minister!"
"Lord Besaro!"
Tywin, who was wearing a very low-key burgundy dark-patterned casual suit with the Hand of the King badge on his chest, greeted Besaro, a fat man who struggled to climb up to the Prime Minister's Tower with the help of two servants.
"Huh, uh, I'm so tired. You two, go out!"
After sitting down on a specially customized wide chair, Besaro breathlessly ordered the two servants around him.
"Everyone get out!"
Upon hearing this, Tywin also gave the same order to the Lannister guards around him. Then, except for the two of them, everyone else hurriedly left the meeting hall and closed the door.
"Lord Tywin, our Iron Bank has expressed its goodwill. Except for the Redwyne family, other families have come to win over you.
It’s a pity that you still lost this war!”
After sitting on the wide chair and resting for a while, Besaro raised his fat, round face, squeezed out an expression that could be regarded as a smile and said to Tywin.
"Master Besaro is probably not here to collect debt from me today, is he?"
Tywin did not follow Besaro's topic, but asked directly.
"Of course not, on the contrary, I want to provide loan services to Lord Tywin today. However, the premise is that you agree to the conditions I proposed last time!"
After hearing this, Besaro shook his head and answered. While speaking, he also tried his best to lean his fat body forward to increase his momentum when speaking.
"Although I don't know why you would put forward such a condition, even if I agree to you, I won't be able to deliver it to you in a short time.
After all, this will destabilize our Lannister rule!"
Of course, Tywin would not be affected by Besaro's momentum. He sat upright on the high-backed bench and answered Besaro calmly.
When Besaro heard Tywin's answer, a smile appeared on his face. He could clearly hear that Tywin had already accepted the conditions in his words.
As a successful businessman, he knew that this time should have been a tug-of-war of bargaining between the two parties.
But for some reason, Besaro immediately said: "Of course, as long as we can reach a contract. You can wait until the seven countries stabilize before handing it over to us.
If both of us can continue to deepen our cooperation on this condition, the Iron Bank can even help you put an end to the current chaos in the Seven Kingdoms!"
"Help me put an end to the chaos in the Seven Kingdoms?
With the current situation in Westeros, the Iron Bank cannot be of much help! After all, the golden dragon is not omnipotent!"
Of course Tywin would not believe Besaro's words. He knew that the Iron Bank did have huge financial resources and various connections, but they would not play a decisive role in the war in Westeros.
"Hey, the golden dragon is certainly not omnipotent! After all, except for Westeros, the golden dragon cannot be circulated in many places.
But money is everything!”
"..."
Tywin, who felt that Besaro was playing a word game, did not answer, but just stared at him quietly.
Seeing Tywin's expression, Besaro immediately put away his appetizing thoughts and said: "We have various mercenary groups in Essos. As long as you have money, you can hire them to fight for you.
Like the largest, most expensive and most honorable Golden Company. There are tens of thousands of them and each of them is a warrior who can fight one against ten. Hiring them is equivalent to adding a hundred thousand troops.
And Astapor's fearless Unsullied Legion, well, let's not talk about that for now.
Lord Tywin, believe me, if you can get the full support of the Iron Bank, the Lannister family will definitely be the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms!"
"Well, we'll talk about this later. Now let's talk about the loan issue first!"
"good……"
When Besaro took the initiative to retreat, the two of them quickly reached an agreement. Then Besaro took out a piece of golden paper with various currencies engraved on it from his arms and began to write the contract.
Tywin carefully observed the golden paper Besaro wrote on. Apart from the golden dragon, he only recognized the golden hand coins from the Reach and the square iron coins from Braavos.
"Okay, Lord Tywin. If there is no problem, please sign!"
After Besaro handed Tywin the golden paper he wrote specifically in Common Language, he spoke directly.
After carefully examining the golden paper and its contents, Tywin signed his name with his own quill.
"The contract is established, Lord Tywin, and your money will be safely transported to King's Landing in the near future."
After Besaro nodded in confirmation, he carefully put away the golden paper, and then he continued to speak with a relaxed expression,
"Are you really not considering deepening our cooperation? Even in Westeros, you should occasionally hear about the reputation of the Golden Company!"
"Lord Besaro, I may consider your proposal later!
However, you just said when you came in that we lost the war. Please forgive me for not agreeing with what you said!
We did not attack Highgarden, but the final war has just begun!"
…
In the Riverlands, in the village outside the Brotherhood Without Banners headquarters.
The burly Magic Mountain was like a giant scarecrow, tied to a cross in the middle of the village. The sword marks on his hands and feet had already stopped bleeding and scarred after treatment by Coburn.
Hoo, ho!
Judging from the breathing in Magic Mountain's chest and abdomen, he is still tenaciously surviving. However, his current state is worse than simply dying in battle.
I saw that his naked body was covered with various feces, whether they were human or animal. In addition to feces, there was also discolored and smelly egg liquid on his face.
Cough, bah!
When a villager wearing shabby clothes passed by the Magic Mountain with a hoe, he coughed hard and spit out a mouthful of thick yellow phlegm in his face.
The two Wuqi Brotherhood who stayed far away due to the stench saw the actions of the villagers and continued to stand guard without caring.
Mo Shan seemed to be used to being treated like this. He didn't move, let alone say any words.
The sun gradually sets in the west and night begins to fall.
Mo Shan, who had not moved all this time, looked at the not-so-rich night, and let out a weak moan from his toothless mouth, which was shaped like an old woman's: "Finally...it's time!"
Da da da!
Berry, Soros and others led the members of the Brotherhood Without Banners into the village and headed straight for the Magic Mountain. All the villagers in the village also came out of their homes and gathered in the middle of the village.
"Brothers and sisters! The cruel and murderous Gregor Clegane, who has countless blood on his hands, has accepted our trial over the past few days."
Berry strode to the front of the Magic Mountain and stood with his back to him, and spoke loudly. Then, he looked around at the fraternity members who were surrounding him in layers, and continued,
"But we only judged his body, and only the great King of Light can judge his soul. Now, we will sacrifice him to the King of Light!
Brothers and sisters who have lost family and friends because of him and his soldiers, please pick up a piece of firewood nearby and contribute your share of his sacrifice!"
Wow!
As soon as Berry finished speaking, hundreds of brotherhood members ran towards the place where the firewood was piled in advance. In a short time, a firewood bonfire was set up with the Magic Mountain as the center.
"Everyone, follow me and pray to our Lord now. Let her hear our voices and judge this extremely evil soul!
My Lord, the King of Light..."
After setting up the sacrificial bonfire, Thoros stepped forward and stood with Berry. He began to guide the members of the Brotherhood Without Banners to pray to the Lord of Light.
"My Lord, the King of Light..."
Thousands of brotherhood members prayed softly together, and a strong religious atmosphere instantly filled the village.
After the prayer ended, Berry directly pulled out the long sword and touched it in his hand, and the raging fire burned violently on the long sword.
"Gregor Clegane, do you have any last words?"
"I'm going to kill you!"
Upon hearing Berry's inquiry, Magic Mountain used the last strength in his body to shout loudly at him.
"Hehe, maybe I do! But I can't remember them anymore."
Seeing the magic mountain's last incompetent roar, Berry replied in an inexplicably sentimental tone, leaning the flaming sword in his hand against the firewood.
These grease-covered firewood burned quickly when exposed to fire, making constant crackling sounds. Mo Shan looked at the hot flames in front of him, with an expression of relief on his face covered with feces.
At the beginning, Mo Shan was roasted by the increasingly strong flames, biting his bare gums tightly without making any sound.
Zhi,zhi!
ah!
But as the blazing flames of the bonfire began to truly burn the flesh and blood of the Demon Mountain, he could no longer control it and let out a heart-piercing hoarse scream.
The smell of burning feces mixed with the aroma of meat gradually filled the center of the village, but no one present covered their noses to cover it up. Instead, they watched with joy as the sound faded and the magic mountain slowly turned into a giant human-shaped torch.
At the outermost edge of the village, two large, three small and five figures walked out along the path in the dark night. When they reached a corner where they could just see the bonfire in the center of the village, a large, two small and three figures stopped.
"Sandor, while these fanatics are participating in the execution of the Mountain, let's leave quickly!"
Brienne, who was walking in front holding the little girl, looked back and saw Sandor stopped, and immediately urged him in a low voice.
Looking at the human-shaped torch in the center of the village, Sandor nodded with calmness in his eyes. He clenched the small hands of the two boys in his hands and walked forward firmly.
"Brenne, have you ever thought about where you want to go next?"
Sandor and the other five walked on the path barely illuminated by the moonlight, feeling the children trembling in their hands. He asked Brienne.
"I never thought about it. Let's go to Winterfell with you first! Then... I should find an opportunity to go to Dragonstone Island!"
Brienne seemed to understand Sandor's intention, and she started chatting with him.
"I know about Dragonstone! I heard my grandma say that there used to be a huge dragon there!"
The little girl heard this and joined the conversation between them in her own childlike voice.
"Yes, I've heard it too!"
"Hey, this was the first story I asked my grandma to tell!"
The other two boys also spoke up and started chatting.
Sandor and the other five followed the sound of chatting and walked firmly towards the north.
In the center of the village, Magic Mountain was burned alive, and his body was still burning in the bonfire.
When the bonfire was lit, Thoros, who had been staring at the blazing fire, suddenly came back to his senses. He turned to Berry and said softly: "Berry, I saw... we died in a piece of ice.