Suleiman stood quietly on the city wall of House Grell.
Bryn stood behind him and reported, "Master Suleiman, Tytos. Blackwood and his people have already set off and returned to the Raventree Hall."
Suleiman nodded and said he understood. Tytos. Blackwood had told him about this and he had no right to stop it. He just left. There weren't many people there.
Bryn hesitated for a moment, glanced around to make sure there was no one around, took out the parchment from his arms, and said softly, "Sir, are the things we found from Ironborn's body that night... still there?"
Suleiman turned around, his light lingering on the parchment for a moment, his eyes dull. It was the Blood Oath that House Grell wanted to find that night but could not find. In fact, his people had found House Grell. That night, when he noticed that House Grell was looking weird, he ordered Bryn to search every Ironborn corpse.
Therefore, when he walked into Damon. Grell's study, he already knew everything. Only then could he use the words "bend your knees and pledge allegiance to Blood Oath" like a precise arrow to completely defeat Damon. Grell's psychological defense. The panicked castle owner had no brains to think about why Suleiman could say the details of "loyalty to Blood Oath" so accurately.
But from the beginning, he was not prepared to use this thing to blackmail House Grell. The reason was very simple. Damon. Grell, as well as his entire family, the price was too low, and letting them risk the most dangerous thing in the world to violate Guest Right would obviously bring greater benefits.
His voice was calm and without any waves. "Burn it."
"It doesn't make sense anymore."
Rosso also strode up to the city wall at this moment. In addition to the previous conviction, his eyes were filled with a layer of deep awe, and even a hint of imperceptible fear. Without him, Master Suleiman was too ruthless. He killed more than two thousand Ironborn all night long. But...
.. By following Mr. Suleiman, you may really be able to reach a position that you could not even dream of in the past.
He bowed and said in a respectful tone, "Lord Suleiman, Lord Damon. Grell asks to see you."
Suleiman walked down the city wall and came to the main courtyard, but saw two groups of people fighting fiercely.
On one side were Damon. Grell and several of his knights. They were all filled with righteous indignation and pointed to not far away, where Maron Greyjoy was sitting on the steps in despair, like an empty shell whose soul had been taken away.
A Grell knight roared, "Why don't you put this Little Kraken in the dungeon!"
"Let him roam freely here! What if he runs away!"
On the other side are House Deddings's old Sir Robin and his knights.
Old Sir Robin stood in front of them expressionlessly, his voice calm but firm. "It was Lord Suleiman who gave the order to allow him to move freely."
The House Deddings knights behind him nodded silently. They now only unconditionally obey Lord Suleiman's orders.
At this time, Damon. Grell saw Suleiman arriving, and immediately seemed to have found a backbone, and quickly came forward to greet them.
Damon. Grell had a worried expression on his face. "Sir Suleiman, Ironborn will definitely take the craziest revenge against me after suffering such a big loss. I'm afraid this castle cannot be defended."
He paused, seeming to be preparing for his next plan.
"I plan to take my family and subordinates and leave immediately for refuge at the Westerlands."
Immediately, he changed the topic, glanced at Maron. Greyjoy on the steps, and coughed softly.
"Cough... cough... Since Mr. Suleiman wants to continue fighting in West Riverlands, I'm afraid it won't be very convenient to carry the burden of Maron. Greyjoy."
"Ironborn is wandering around. It is unrealistic to send someone back to East Riverlands."
Damon. Grell lowered his voice, with a hint of embarrassment in his tone.
"Why don't you... let me take him to the Westerlands and dedicate him to Lord Tywin. This can be regarded as a contribution made by you and me to His Majesty the King."
Suleiman glanced at him, didn't he just want to use Greyjoy's son to make a contribution to his family?
He ignored Damon. Grell, but went straight to Maron who was huddled on the steps. Under everyone's stunned gaze, he reached out and pulled him up from the ground, looking around at everyone who had gathered around because of the dispute.
When he spoke just now, his voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly. "Damon. Grell, sirs."
He paused and glanced at the confused faces.
"You seem to have made a mistake?"
The air in the courtyard seemed to have solidified. Suleiman pointed his finger at the pale and bewildered Maron. Greyjoy next to him, and declared word by word.
"Maron. Greyjoy, are not my prisoners."
This sentence was like a huge stone thrown into a calm lake, causing thousands of huge waves. Damon. Grell's mouth opened in a ridiculous shape. Sir Robin was also stunned. Everyone looked at Suleiman blankly. What does it mean...
Seeing that everyone was trapped and didn't know what was going on, Suleiman dropped the second boulder.
"Maron. Greyjoy is my friend, an ally of Riverlands, a Greyjoy who is loyal to Iron Throne and worthy of respect!"
Ah? The entire courtyard fell into deathly silence, with only the sound of the flag blowing in the wind. Suleiman didn't give them any time to react. He continued to announce in his steady and powerful voice.
"If Master Maron hadn't been inside Ironborn, risking his life to deliver information to me, how could we have manipulated West Riverlands so easily?"
His eyes became sharp, as if he was scolding everyone for their stupidity.
"He is a hero who has made great contributions to Seven Kingdoms!"
There was silence, and everyone was stunned in place, shocked by the inexplicable news. Suleiman waved his hand, and the retinue of riders immediately drove everyone away from the courtyard.
Suleiman motioned for Maron. Greyjoy to follow them. The two walked into a room. The door of the room was closed, cutting off all prying eyes and discussions outside. Only he and Maron. Greyjoy were left in the room, who was still in great shock.
Maron. Greyjoy saw that familiar, disturbing smile on Suleiman's face again, and his body trembled slightly for a moment.
Suleiman looked at the frightened Maron, and Greyjoy slowly spoke, his voice carrying a bewitching magic. "Do you still remember what I said to you before?"
"A Greyjoy who is loyal to the kingdom. After the war, you will be appointed as the new Warden of the Iron Islands by Iron Throne because of your surname Greyjoy."
Listening to Suleiman, this huge and terrifying pie, made Maron. Greyjoy feel dizzy.
He shook his head, his voice full of despair and fear. "But... no one will support me!"
"They'll just want to tear me apart!"
Suleiman patiently guided him, like a teacher teaching students. "I told you, you don't need their support."
"You only need the king's trust and Iron Throne's support."
"But I won't be loved!!!" Maron shouted.
Suleiman's voice turned cold instantly. "You don't need love."
"Do you think your father Balon. Greyjoy, the Westerlands's Tywin. Lannister, they rule by love?"
He took a step closer and looked directly into the eyes of Maron and Greyjoy.
"No, my friend, they feed on fear."
"Fear lasts longer than love."
Maron. Greyjoy was intimidated by his momentum, took a step back and leaned against the wall. "No...
... different...
... they have supporters, and I...
... I have nothing."
Suleiman's eyes flashed with excitement. "No, my friend, you have."
Maron. Greyjoy's eyes widened. "...
.. Who?"
After thinking for a moment, Suleiman slowly spit out an answer, "Those Ironborn who believe in Seven."
Maron. Greyjoy's eyes lit up instantly. He knew that there was a group of people in Iron Islands who were tired of Old Way's endless looting, killing and cruelty. In Iron Islands, they were regarded as weak heretics by the mainstream society and were ostracized and suppressed.
But the light quickly dimmed again. "Then...
.. That's not enough."
Suleiman pointed at himself. "And me."
No! Who are you? Maron subconsciously wanted to say this.
But realizing that he seemed to be a prisoner at the moment, the words finally got stuck in his throat. He didn't dare to say them out, but his eyes were full of doubts. Who are you? You, the lord of an unknown small family, don't count as anything in the Westeros Continent. If you are still in Iron Islands, you don't even have the qualifications to see me.
Suleiman saw through his thoughts and just looked calmly into Maron. Greyjoy's eyes and said slowly, "Ambition encourages people to make progress."
,"Just like you want to be the master of Iron Islands."
"I also want to be the master of Riverlands.
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