The noise of the battle has faded away, leaving only the suppressed groans of the wounded and the hoarse instructions of the officers on the river bank. Suleiman stood next to the body of Roderick. Greyjoy, his boots stepping on his cold body.
He looked around at the temporarily armed farmers from West Riverlands who were trembling with excitement and whose cheeks were red and said, "Tear off these Ironborn's armors and weapons! Put them all on! The battle has just begun!"
"For the Gold Dragon you are about to get! It's not time for you to rest yet!"
The eyes of the tired farmers shone with desire for Gold Dragon. The excitement of victory made them forget their fear, and they pounced on the twisted corpses without hesitation, stripping off the armor and fighting for their heads. Even some knights came to fight. For some landless proletarian knights, two Gold Dragons were also a considerable amount of property.
Raymun. Darry scolded the knights for their behavior of having no honor, no reputation, no faith, destroying corpses and even fighting with farmers for Ironborn's heads, thus losing their noble status.
Suleiman stopped him. In his opinion, giving the Ironborn credit for binding the knights with dogma and killing them with their lives to the vast majority of mobilized peasants who had just mixed results on the battlefield would only make the knights deeply resentful, and he also needed this habit to dilute the old concepts of the knights.
He spoke softly to Raymun. Darry, but everyone present could hear. "Let the knights go, they should be rewarded for their bloodshed."
"It shouldn't just be a reputational reward."
With Lord Suleiman's approval, the knights competed with the farmers for beheadings more quickly.
At this moment, a burst of angry shouts came from the direction of a capsized longship, piercing the terrifying atmosphere of the scene like a slaughterhouse.
"Hey! Let me go! I want to see Suleiman!"
"I'm not Ironborn! You idiots! I'm his mercenary!"
Suleiman frowned, the voice was unusually familiar and annoying to him.
A House Deddings knight ran over quickly with a weird expression on his face. "Sir, when we were cleaning the bottom of a long ship, we found a hidden...
... Hmm.
..Ironborn?"
The knight didn't seem to know how to describe the discovery, because this Ironborn actually jumped into the water after the battle started and hid under the boat. If they hadn't burned the boat, this person had no intention of coming out. After he came out, he claimed to know Lord Suleiman...
He paused and continued, "He said... his name is Bronn, he knows you, and he said he is a mercenary hired by you."
Suleiman waved his hand, and soon, two tall knights escorted Bronn over. What a bastard, his face instantly darkened.
Bronn was wearing Ironborn's armor and had no wounds on his body. As soon as he saw Suleiman, he immediately showed his signature, somewhat rogue smile and shouted, "Hey! Suleiman! My friend!"
"Let these beautiful knights go! There is a little misunderstanding between us that needs to be discussed!"
Suleiman's face was so gloomy that water could drip from his face. He said nothing, but stared with cold eyes at the mercenary who took his deposit but disappeared without a trace at the critical moment.
Bronn's enthusiasm hit an ice wall.
After a long time, Suleiman finally spoke and responded to him with only one sentence, "Cut him."
The two knights holding Bronn did not hesitate. The sound of the long sword being unsheathed was clear and harsh, and the cold blade was instantly placed on Bronn's neck.
The smile on Bronn's face froze in an instant and was replaced by extreme panic. The hair on his body exploded and he shouted quickly, "Hey, hey, hey! Wait! Wait! Master Suleiman! Master! This is a huge misunderstanding!"
Suleiman snorted coldly, "I don't think there is any misunderstanding."
"Mercenary, I chose to trust you, but you took my Gold Dragon and ran away. This account is very clear."
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Bronn's face, and his survival instinct made his brain work rapidly. If he provoked Lannister family because of Suleiman, he would definitely kill me. However, he might be able to save his life by having this valuable thing on his body. It's a pity. He originally planned to escape Essos in exchange for a big house and slaves.
Life is still important. As he spoke, he gestured to his bulging chest with his eyes. "This is really a misunderstanding, Mr. Suleiman! I swear! The things I brought are far more valuable than those Gold Dragon you gave me!"
Suleiman signaled a knight to come forward. The knight roughly took out a hard object carefully wrapped in cloth from Bronn's arms. It was wrapped several layers. He obviously cherished it very much and handed it to Suleiman.
He took the package and opened it layer by layer, when the contents were exposed to the air.
Suleiman's pupils shrank sharply. This is a pair of Spectacles that is exquisitely made and inlaid with crystal lenses. Wasn't this a product that was sold to House Tyrell at a high price through the secret channel of businessman Roderick in order to make money? Why is it here...
He seemed to remember something, the weird caravan, and he did not choose to interfere and delivered the goods. Suleiman's face became even gloomier than before. This bastard... he couldn't have robbed House Tyrell's caravan.
House Tyrell is the master of the Reach. Seven Kingdoms is the richest family. Its wealth even exceeds that of Lannister. What is the difference between robbing their things and shitting on Old Rose's bed?
Suleiman felt murderous intent surging in his heart. Perhaps he should be chopped down now, his body destroyed, and thrown into the river to feed the fish, but reason instantly overcame his impulse.
No... He has already announced his name in front of so many people and said he knows me. If I kill him here, House Tyrell will track him down in the future and find that the robber who robbed them, a mercenary who knew me, died in my hands, and I will not be able to defend myself.
This is tantamount to setting up an unimaginably powerful enemy for yourself for no reason.
Suleiman's eyes swept not far away inadvertently, and he saw Maron. Greyjoy kneeling next to the headless body of his brother Roderick, his lips moving and his body trembling, as if praying for him, but the corners of his mouth seemed to be uncontrollably rising slightly. In a strange state, he was really a child who couldn't even do superficial things well...
However... a wonderful idea formed in Suleiman's mind like a flash of lightning.
The trouble was diverted to the east, and Suleiman's face slowly showed that familiar and elusive smile.
Suleiman waved to Maron. Greyjoy. Maron. Greyjoy stood up, wiped his eyes without any moisture flowing out, and walked over.
His voice had a strange bewitching power. "Greyjoy Lord."
"Don't you always need loyal and strong supporters?"
He pointed at Bronn, who was still pinned to the ground by the knight, and his smile deepened.
"This man is very good, with superb swordsmanship, rich experience, scheming, cunning, full of evil, and notorious reputation."
"As long as you give him enough Gold Dragon."
"I promise, he will fight for you more reliable than the most loyal dog."
Maron. Greyjoy squinted his eyes and looked at Bronn suspiciously. What he saw was a man who was not tall and strong, with a playful smile on his face, which was completely inconsistent with Ironborn's imagination of a warrior.
He shook his head, his tone full of Ironborn's superstition of pure physique. "He? Just these little arms and legs?"
This sentence completely angered Bronn. He could stand having a sword held to his neck, but he couldn't stand a young kid questioning his professional ability.
Bronn struggled and shouted, "Hey hey hey!"
"Who are you looking down on! Little Kraken! If you can, let me go and let's practice!"
The corner of Suleiman's mouth raised an almost imperceptible arc, and he glanced at the knights. The knights let go of their hands and threw an ordinary knight's sword at Bronn's feet.
Bronn picked up the sword, moved his wrist, and put that cynical smile on his face again. Maron Greyjoy also pulled out his own sword, and the two immediately exchanged hands on the open space on the river beach.
The swordsmanship of Maron. Greyjoy is the classic swordsmanship of Ironborn. It is wide open and close, brave enough, but lacking in skills. Bronn's swordsmanship is completely different. It is cunning, practical, inferior, and has no sense of beauty. Every move is aimed at the most deadly vital point.
Suleiman, who was watching the battle, had to admit that they were exactly the same. His swordsmanship was largely imitated by Bronn. This man could be regarded as his swordsmanship teacher.
The sound of clanking metal was rapid and harsh. The two of them fought for less than ten rounds. Maron. Greyjoy felt his wrist shake, and a cunning force came along the sword. His sword came out of his hand, drew an arc in the air, and inserted into the mud in the distance.
Bronn The cold sword blade had already stopped in front of his throat, just one step away.
Maron. Greyjoy was stunned. He looked at the calm mercenary in front of him. The shock on his face was quickly replaced by a kind of ecstasy. Ironborn was supreme in force. An Warrior who could defeat him so easily. If he could become his helper, it would undoubtedly be a gift from Drowned God.
He walked forward excitedly, completely forgetting the hostility just now, and patted Bronn heavily on the shoulder. "Well done! Mercenary!"
"Your swordsmanship is really good!"
"Your name is Bronn, right? I'll give you double Gold Dragon! Fuck me from now on!"
Bronn has already mastered the ability to adapt to the situation, and his life seemed to be saved. He immediately put away his sword and started bargaining. The two of them started bargaining as if no one was watching.
Maron. Greyjoy didn't notice at all. Not far away, Suleiman looked at this scene with a strange and satisfied smile on his face.
He successfully threw Bronn, the bomb of potential disputes, to the future Warden of the Iron Islands. Whatever happens in the future will be Warden of the Iron Islands's personal grudge and has nothing to do with him Suleiman.
A three-joy situation was formed.