Chapter 192 Blood and Fire Come from the Same Origin
Dragonstone Pier, rough waves kept beating against the embankment, causing splashes of water.
Gryn·Crabb joked, "Mr. Sir, be happy, your frown can easily make people panic."
Davos·Seaworth reluctantly showed a smile and said, "I'm sorry, I haven't learned to keep my face straight yet."
Gryn smiled and shook his head.
Davos hesitated for a moment and then said, "Lord Gryn, the Lord Stannis I know can make wise decisions every time. I hope you will choose as soon as possible."
"Sir Davos, we are friends..."
Gryn's brown eyes moved slightly and continued, "I'll be honest with you, I feel that Lord Stannis is more interested in that Sacred Fire prophecy."
He pointed at the Flaming Heart Banner flag floating on the pier, and the wind blowing from the sea created endless ripples.
"When I saw this on the boat, I actually understood Lord Stannis's determination."
Davos stared at the red flag for a while, and he remembered the scene when he was made a knight.
At that time, Stannis only led a few garrison soldiers. Under the heavy siege of the House Tyrell and House Redwyne coalition forces, he insisted on holding on to the city for nearly a year. At that time, the company The sea route was also blocked by the Redwyne family of Arbor. The horses in Storm's End had long been eaten up, the cats and dogs were also cooked, and the defenders were left with only tree roots and rat meat to eat.
It was a night with dark clouds, dark moon and high winds. He took advantage of the cover of night to venture across the dangerous reefs of Redwyne Fleet and Shipbreaker Bay. His boat had black sails, black oars and a pitch-black hull. The cabin was full of onions and salted fish, although not much... but it was enough for the defenders to continue to support until Eddard·Stark led troops to support and relieved Siege of Storm's End.
After the war, Lord Stannis gave him Cape Wrath's fertile land, a small castle, and the status of a knight... and it also saved him Left Hand the time of trimming his nails.
Davos sighed and said, "I am very incompetent and cannot convince the lords of Stormlands to support Lord Stannis. They prefer the well-spoken Duke Langli."
Gryn turned his head and looked at Davos: "They will eventually choose the final winner, Jazz."
Davos showed some helplessness on his face. "Obviously, not many people are willing to believe that Lord Stannis can ride on Iron Throne."
Gryn looked at Flaming Heart Banner again and murmured, "Sir Davos, do you want to tell me that Lord Stannis had to make some helpless choices?"
Gryn turned to Davos, and then said, "You should know Storm's End very well, right?"
Davos nodded slightly.
Gryn said, "According to legend, the first storm king Durran won the love of the beautiful...Elenei, and she was the fruit of the love of Sea God and Goddess of the Wind.
On their wedding night, Elenei dedicated her virginity to a mortal, and from then on she had to endure birth, old age, illness and death like a mortal.
Her parents were extremely angry at their daughter's decision. They caused strong winds and huge waves to vent their anger on Durran's castle.
That night, all his friends, brothers and wedding guests were swept away, either smashed to death on the city wall or drowned in the ocean. Only Durran, who was protected by Elenei, was not harmed."
Davos's eyes trembled, and he understood what Gryn was implying. No matter what the original intention was, everything has a price.
Davos took back his thoughts. He admired Stannis. He believed that the predicament was only temporary and the great Stannis would eventually ride on Iron Throne. His loyalty to Stannis never wavered.
Davos's voice was friendly, but his eyes were firm. "Lord Gryn, it still stands tall."
Gryn reached out and patted Onion Knight's arm. "Sir Davos, I look forward to your good news."
Gryn left an ambiguous word, then swung his cloak and stepped onto the wooden plank connected to Mermaid.
Mermaid slowly left the port. Gryn stood on the stern deck of Mermaid, looking at Dragonstone Castle carved into the shape of a dragon. He was thinking...Dragonglass mineral deposits...White Walker...Melisandre... dragon.
Towards evening, Mermaid stopped at Mermaid Harbor, and King Gryn, accompanied by the Herschel butler, began to patrol directly.
Mermaid Harbor serves as the face of Crabb Territory to the outside world, and although Gryn's investment in Gold Dragon is far less than the expenditure on armaments, it has never stopped.
Mermaid Harbor is mainly white, with clean and wide streets, lush trees planted on both sides, well-proportioned buildings on the roadside, and row upon row of shops and residences (lincizhibi).
Under the strict laws of Lord Crabb, the security of Mermaid Harbor is good and very clean. This is a situation that is rare to see in Westeros.
But... due to the blockade of Royal Fleet by Stannis on Blackwater Bay, there are almost no merchants from King's Landing, making Mermaid Harbor much more depressed than before.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the sea water is sparkling, reflecting the golden light, and contrasting with the white port, like a beautiful painting.
Herschel said angrily, "My master, if Lys's big leather merchant hadn't happened to come here, the goods we originally prepared for the King's Landing merchant would have become food for rats."
He said excitedly, "The furs that Rossel manager went to White Harbor to purchase were also reserved by Lys merchants. When Black Pearl comes back from the North... No, I will think of a way to contact Rossel directly and ask Black Pearl to go directly to Lys."
Under the order of Stannis, no ship can pass Blackwater Bay to the Blackwater Rush dock of King's Landing, and the merchant ships of King's Landing cannot leave their posts, including the merchants of Dragonstone... He treats everyone equally and is very fair.
Gryn pulled the reins and turned the horse's direction. "Thank you, Herschel."
Essos, Viserys City-State.
In the governor's study, the petite Daenerys·Targaryen was sitting upright, and Jorah·Mormont and others were standing in front of her.
Daenerys's silver hair hangs down on her shoulders like waves, and a look of worry appears on her little face. "We don't have enough Gold Dragon, right?"
Sir Jorah glanced at the silver-haired princess and said, "Princess Daenerys, King Viserys also asked for a high bonus. His demands will only become more, and we cannot satisfy him."
After a pause, Daenerys said, "Don't the businessmen of the city-state welcome my brother to hold Tournament in their own Name Day... Do you think they will support us?"
"Unless you tell your soldiers to put knives to their necks..."
As he said that, Sir Jorah snorted coldly and continued, "Tournament like Westeros is a new drama here and can attract a lot of people. The businessmen just want to take advantage of the opportunity to make a lot of money, not out of love as King Viserys thinks."
He hesitated and then said, "I think the real purpose of those people is you, Your Highness the Princess."
Although she warned herself not to give in to her brother easily, her brother took the initiative to come to her some time ago and told her that he would no longer drink alcohol. He also rarely cared about his sister's condition. Daenerys was both happy and touched.
Therefore, she agreed to Viserys's request to hold a celebration in her Name Day. As a result, what she got in exchange was not the warming of the relationship between brother and sister that Daenerys imagined, but her brother's endless requests, such as holding a Tournament similar to Westeros on that day.
Are you disappointed? Or do you think you are too naive? Thinking of this, Daenerys could barely control the calm expression on his face.
Daenerys's violet eyes looked out the window, and she whispered, "Are you treating me as a valuable commodity again?"
Although there was no angry expression on her face, the hand hidden under the table was tightly clenched into a fist.
Sir Jorah glanced at the silver-haired princess worriedly and said, "It is said that it was Dick who dissuaded King Viserys who started to have a heartbeat."
Daenerys seemed to be in a daze, she murmured, "Yes, I am worth ten thousand soldiers and horses... At least no one in this city can afford this price..."
After a moment of silence, Sir Jorah took a step forward, his eyes staring at Daenerys who had a sad look on his face.
"Princess Daenerys, in addition to her determination to take back Iron Throne from the Usurper, Viserys is a king who is easily swayed by slander."
He added, "I want to tell you bluntly, there must be someone who cherishes you in this world, but that person will definitely not be your brother."
After a pause, Sir Jorah once again looked at Daenerys, who was still expressionless, and then said, "King Viserys is very dangerous. He is very dangerous to you. You... trust your brother too much."
Daenerys By stroking her hair, she quietly wiped away the tears that had not yet fallen from the corners of her eyes.
Sir Jorah looked at Daenerys who was trying to remain calm and felt a sting in his heart.
His voice was like the cold winter wind. "Princess Daenerys, King Viserys needs to wake up, I am willing to do it for you."
"Sir, I am very grateful for your loyalty, but I hope you can remember that Viserys is my relative. I will not take the initiative to hurt my brother, never."
Daenerys looked out the window and spoke in a calm voice.
After a while, Daenerys's eyes moved to Sir Jorah, and her face became gentle. "I promise..."
She glanced at the few people present and continued, "I won't let you down again, this is the last time."
Everyone bowed their heads to Daenerys in greeting.
Essos, near a small port, the rising sun casts a soft glow on the sky.
In the crystal clear lake, Renier is swimming like a fish, her red hair floating in the water like a ball of flame.
By the lake, Jon·Snow couldn't help but peek at the beautiful scenery in the water again...Renier comes here every morning. This is really a... good habit.
Jon walked a few steps and picked up the clothes that Renier had randomly thrown on the grass. The ice boy from the North couldn't hide his joy at this time.
Beside the bonfire, Renier took over the long skirt. She didn't rush to put it on, and looked straight at Jon with her bright eyes.
"Does it look good?"
Hearing this, Jon turned his head to one side.
The red-haired girl let out a crisp laugh, "Do you like it?"
Jon's voice sounded helpless, "I'm sure."
The red-haired girl was a little angry, and her clothes were thrown on the grass. Jon passively felt the warmth.
When Jon's breathing became heavy, the red-haired girl suddenly laughed, pushed him away, and picked up the clothes again.
Renier said while wearing a skirt, "My father is waiting for me to make breakfast. If we get back late, he will come to us with a harpoon."
Jon rubbed his face with both hands and said, "Okay."
After a while, Renier sat down next to Jon, gently leaned her head on his strong arm, and said, "Have you decided yet?"
After a pause, Jon shook his head slightly. "There are people there that I don't know whether I should see or not. I haven't made a decision yet."
Renier raised his head and looked at Jon: "Go ahead. Maybe you can find the answer when you get there."
"I can take you with me."
"My father would not agree."
Jon put his arms around Renier: "I'll be back soon."
Renier reached out and touched Jon's cheek. "Shy boy, I will wait for you to come back, but you can't wait too long. My father has always wanted to find me a fisherman husband."
Jon smiled gently and said, "I have calculated the time, and I can come back in three months at most."
Pyke of Iron Islands is an ancient fortress. It was originally built on a cliff protruding from the sea. However, as the rocks supporting the cliff continued to be eroded by the sea, the tower of Pyke was gradually isolated on fragile and crumbling rocks. The rocks are surrounded by salty seawater all year round.
Pyke At the main gate of the main castle, Theon·Greyjoy had brown-black hair, a lean body, and dark complexion. He first looked at his hands, and then looked blankly at the woman with the same name as his sister, his lips trembling constantly.
Asha·Greyjoy has a slim figure, slender legs, and short black hair.
She showed a very evil-looking smile, "Is it easy to touch? My good brother."
Theon finally came back to his senses, and he became a little angry. "You, why didn't you tell me your identity earlier?!"
"Sister, I need to see what kind of character you have become in Winterfell first."
She gave a mocking salute to Theon, and then said, "Then, Your Highness, I beg you to forgive me for a while. I have to change into decent clothes so that I can attend your welcome banquet in a grand way."
Theon looked at his sister's leaving figure, standing motionless stupidly... He was actually in front of Asha... She was... Oh, the Gods!
Theon feels that he is a complete fool, and he is a fool willingly!
Theon's mute attendant giggled at the side. This laughter finally brought Theon back to his senses and allowed him to find an outlet to vent his anger.
Theon slapped his attendant Wex hard, "Why are you smiling?"
He slapped him again and said angrily, "Who told you not to tell me earlier! Who told you to have no tongue! In the next life, remember to give me a tongue!"
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