"What a surprise." Baelon said lightly.
Does Kingsmoot have a great influence on the Greyjoy people except Baron Greyjoy?
No.
His tone was firm, "It turns out that Ironborn also has brotherhood. Do you love your brother?"
This man was his prisoner, and he was quite flexible, but after he restarted Kingsmoot, he stopped him with every word.
I would rather spit out lame and ridiculous reasons from my lips, or even threaten him with the Greenlands nobles that Ironborn people despise, and show a ridiculous attitude, but I still want to give it a try.
Why?
Except for Baron Greyjoy who is far away in Pyke, his brother.
Baelon Can't think of the second reason.
Baelon does not hesitate to show hypocritical tolerance to those who are kind and righteous.
Only in this way can he show his chivalry spirit.
He looked at the Kraken who was lying on the ground with his hands and feet bound, "What's your name?"
Barren·Greyjoy was stunned, "Barren."
"Barren," Baelon said calmly, "You can relax."
"I will not kill you and your people, I will return you to your brother in exchange for ransom."
"You don't have to worry about your life, you don't have to worry about it, and you don't have to suffer and suffer in the days to come."
Baelon has no intention of using the unknown and darkness to torture Barren·Greyjoy's mind for fun.
Torturing the weak?
It's too unbearable and too cheap.
Ser Harrold grasped the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand, pride and excitement welling up in his chest.
A certain surge of heat made him straighten his back.
He glanced at the stunned the Kraken, his eyes full of pride.
This is the "merciful" Prince Baelon, the prince he serves.
Barren·Greyjoy lay on the ground in a daze, as if his brain could not react.
Ser Harrold snorted coldly, "You can rest assured."
"The words Dragonfire, Baelon·Targaryen breathed out by the dragon will never be taken back."
Baelon frowned slightly, wondering whether it was because the primogeniture system was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the second son had already resigned himself to being unable to compete with the eldest son for resources.
Therefore, in most Westeros families, brothers can maintain warmth between themselves.
Brothers and sisters can even become each other's weaknesses, making people less like themselves.
For example, Daemon·Targaryen, a dragon as fierce as fire, can also act like a taciturn and helpless person when seeing the wounds of Viserys cut by Iron Throne.
He secretly thought to himself that this could be considered a unique feature of Westeros.
Barren·Greyjoy was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered, "Weak" Baelon..."
He stared at Baelon steadily, with a disdainful tone, "I won't thank you."
"Ironborn does not practice chivalry."
"You!" Ser Harrold gripped the hilt of the sword angrily.
Baelon pressed his hand and smiled slightly, "Thanks for the reminder."
Ser Harrold glanced at Barren·Greyjoy coldly, and pushed the sword back into the scabbard.
Baelon Prince driving Kingsmoot without authorization may cause instability on the Westerlands coastline.
But to refute the prince in front of many Ironborn... This will damage the prestige of Prince Baelon, and will also make him lose the favor of Prince Baelon.
But the kindness of Prince Baelon inspired his courage, and he clenched his fists. As Kingsguard, he had the obligation and should give advice to the prince.
Even if it makes the prince unhappy.
Ser Harrold lowered his voice and said with worry, "Prince, will reopening Kingsmoot make Ironborn want to plunder again?"
"And what if they don't choose you?"
Baelon glanced at Ser Harrold in surprise. He really wanted to say, Ser Harrold, your starting point is good, but don't start yet.
Being a counselor is not your job, you are still suitable to be Kingsguard.
He reopened Kingsmoot benevolently and democratically, and all longship captains gathered under Nagga's Bones and "freely" chose to lead.
How could he, Baelon·Targaryen, lose the election?
Baelon said kindly, "I believe Ironborn has sharp eyes and will definitely choose the real king."
Unless Ironborn "tramples" on his democracy and secretly engages in secret voting.
Can Baelon tolerate this situation? Can Vermithor tolerate it?
Vermithor In a rage, he insisted on spitting out Dragonfire, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop him!
And you Ironborn longship captain, why didn't you activate your the Unburnt talent when you came to participate in Kingsmoot?
It's so easy to die from Dragonfire, can you look for the problem within yourself?
Baelon smiled and reassured, "Don't worry, Sir."
Ser Harrold frowned, "Then if you really become the Iron Islands ruler, will the Seven Kingdoms noble know that... that word you said..."
He racked his brains, a look of pain on his face.
"Your lips are dead and your teeth are cold?" Baelon answered.
"Ah, yes, yes!" Ser Harrold breathed a sigh of relief, that's it.
Baelon: "Seven Kingdoms will the Kraken be torn down from the position of leader because House Greyjoy... this vassal who disrespects Iron Throne is followed by Ironborn's Old Way according to their rules?"
"Gather together to deal with the dragon?!"
Then Baelon really has to sit up and watch. Are these Seven Kingdoms collectively possessed?!
I don't know if Dragonfire can exorcise evil spirits.
Moreover, Baelon is very doubtful, Westeros people have the mentality of losing their lips and teeth.
"The Conqueror" Aegon lit Harrenhal as a candle, Iron Islands lost the king, and Ironborn had three choices.
Either surrender, fight to the death, or fight the dragon for a while before surrendering.
But Ironborn felt something was wrong, and they had a fourth option - civil war.
Yes.
Under the pressure of Aegon looking at the enemy, flying dragons riding on the face, and the army pressing down on the situation, Ironborn, after being leaderless, learned the idea that when fighting against the outside world, one must first calm down the inside.
They proclaimed themselves kings one after another and attacked each other endlessly. Their blood was stained Sunset Sea.
Baelon:...
Difficult to stretch.
He sighed, "Ser Harrold, don't worry about this."
"Throw this Barren and his sons overboard."
Doerlong Greyjoy suddenly raised his head and said word by word, "I am not his son."
"I am the son of Baron Greyjoy."
"Dalton!" Barren shouted angrily.
Doerlong turned a deaf ear and said, "I also want to participate in Kingsmoot."
Baelon:"Oh."
He said calmly, "Throw it on the boat."
Baron Greyjoy He doesn't care anymore, so what about his son.
The newly born Dawn rose from the surface of the Wine-dark Sea, and the sky slowly faded away from its black skirt.
The morning light spread over the blooming bloody beaches, over the extinguished bonfires, and saw the giant dragon spreading its wings.
The Ironborns who had been drinking and partying in a revelry woke up from their deep sleep.
The skylight illuminated each other's bruised and swollen faces, and Ironborn sighed regretfully.
Due to the ban on weapons and excessive fighting, there were not many arms and fingers left to add color to last night's carnival.
That's Feast of the Blood-stained Flats's only regret.
Baelon ordered the sailors to set sail.
He was still a little worried about whether this group of sailors could successfully sail the ship to Old Wyk without the captain Barren·Greyjoy and his confidants.
The sailors who turned to Baelon easily sailed the clipper into the sea of drunkenness.
They untied the mooring ropes and sat back at their oars. Drowned God sent them a long gust of wind, filling the sail pockets.