Several new ballads replaced the ballads of King Qarl and were sung in the Sunset Sea.
When Baelon and Ser Harrold stayed at Harlawk Island, he had the opportunity to enjoy several songs.
A large group of people gathered on the shore, accompanied by the waves. In the center of the crowd, a thin, middle-aged man in ragged clothes, barefoot, was singing loudly.
"Sing! Ironborns!"
"The captain who sings Dragon Ship, the son of Drowned God!"
"The waves are crashing on the shore, and the waves are rolling,"
"Drowned God gave birth to Seaboss with gray hair in Watery Halls."
"Let him ride a mount larger than Naga and rise from his father's wave-bottomed hall--"
Baelon:...
?!
He sounded surprised, "Did I hear wrongly? Did Drowned God give birth to her herself?"
Also, for some reason, he always felt that this person looked familiar.
Ser Harrold nodded calmly.
Before Baelon could react, another man with bare thick arms pushed aside the crowd and knocked Drowned God priest to the ground with one punch.
He shouted loudly, "The white-haired captain! That is Drowned God's evil son!"
"Sing, sing the disaster he has caused for Ironborn!"
"The spirit came to my sweet dreams, he took me under the waves, and brought me back again!"
"I am the prophet of the gods, sending God's laws to Ironborn!"
"The dragon will burn all captains who participate in Kingsmoot!"
The crowd burst into excitement.
Baelon frowned slightly, and his heart slowly lifted.
God?!
He has no intention of contacting God, he is just an ordinary person riding a dragon.
Baelon His eyes flowed between the two of them. The two priests, who claimed to have been reborn from drowning, sang opposite songs and delivered completely different oracles.
One praises him and one opposes him.
The strong man's eyes widened angrily, "White-haired fake dragon!"
"He angered the dragon, and the dragon will bring disaster to Ironborn."
He said sincerely, "Don't participate in Kingsmoot, don't anger the dragon..."
The center of the crowd became a stage for the strong man alone, but the situation reversed again.
More than a dozen Ironborns who were also dressed in rags and wearing Linen robes rushed forward. Some helped the thin man who was knocked to the ground, while others went straight to the strong man and pushed and pulled him.
The priest who was knocked to the ground recovered for a few seconds, groaned, and then screamed angrily and rushed towards the strong man.
"I saw with my own eyes the golden Naga rising from the bottom of the sea at Ironborn Bay!"
"He raised a huge wave and drowned me! All my useless things were drowned!"
"The son of the white-haired Drowned God drives the golden Naga and personally brings me back to the world!"
Baelon heard this, raised his eyes, and looked at the thin man with slight surprise.
He finally recognized this man.
Vermithor once dived into the sea to hunt, and the waves raised by its wings overturned a small boat.
Baelon felt pity and sent the man who fell into the water back to the shore.
Baelon:...
He frowned, the feeling of being involved in religious beliefs was not good.
Gradually, the conflict escalated, and the crowd pushed each other
When Baelon started fighting, he immediately pulled Ser Harrold out of the crowd.
The two waves of people shouted "Evil son" and "Drowned God son" and bumped into each other.
The waves lapped against the black rocks tirelessly, and the waves splashed like snow.
Above the clouds, Vermithor spread its wings and hovered, and the shadow of thick clouds enveloped the earth.
Ser Harrold shook his head, "Ironborn has become irritable and irritable recently."
Baelon said in a calm tone, "Kingsmoot is around the corner, and people's hearts will inevitably be impetuous."
"There are still 5 days until the Kingsmoot meeting. According to the speed of Vermithor, we will patrol for another three days to be safer."
Baelon took a hard bite of a corner of the soaked marinated beef.
"It tastes like leather..." Chewing a few mouthfuls made my cheeks sore.
But he would rather eat corned beef than taste weevil-infested white bread or slimy fish.
"If you are willing to stay Faircastle, you should be eating roast suckling pig now." Ser Harrold accepts bread well.
Baelon shook his head, "Sunset Sea There is more than one Fair Isle on the coast."
After setting sail that day, he suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.
For the ambitious Ironborn, wealth is power. If you want to stand out in Kingsmoot, you naturally need a lot of wealth.
Where does wealth come from?
Loot.
Plunder the coastline.
However, Baelon was unwilling to let the coastline suffer unnecessary disaster, so he immediately turned around and drove Vermithor to patrol along the coast.
Light a huge candle every now and then.
As the time of Kingsmoot approached day by day, there were fewer and fewer ships on the coastline. In the past two or three days, he and Vermithor did not encounter a long ship.
Ser Harrold said, "It seems that everyone is rushing to Old Wyk."
Baelon looked at the sky and suddenly thought of his ship, "Calculate the time, our ship should be at Blacktyde."
At this time.
Blacktyde
The long ship, hoisting a huge black Gold Dragon flag, slowly sailed past a mostly sunk speedboat.
And the distant sea level as far as the eye can see.
On a large plundering ship with scorch marks, the captain was excitedly picking out his trophies.
He ordered two-thirds of the gold to be put into the treasure chest, which belonged to the captain.
As for the remaining treasures, he said generously, "Brave warriors, come and choose your war gifts!"
The sailors cheered, but their eyes kept scanning the captain's box of gold, silver, and precious stones.
The captain snorted coldly and said angrily, "If anyone dares to stare at my treasure again, I will dig out your eyes!"
Bah! He spat hard.
This is his ship, his plunder!
He is the king on the deck, no Ironborn dares to dream of enjoying the same battle rites as him!
It has been like this for thousands of years!
But he glanced at a few angry faces, especially those who fought bravely.
The captain cursed inwardly, it's all Captain Dragon's fault!
What Feast of the Blood-stained Flats!
Make Ironborn restless one by one!
"Quickly row, you lazy fellows!" the captain shouted angrily, "If you miss the Kingsmoot treasure, I will dig out your eyes!"
Ironborn cherish what he has earned.
"It's so little..." a sailor with blood still coming from his chest muttered.
Kingsmoot's treasure?
Indeed, in the ballad, the candidate Kingsmoot will give away a large amount of treasures, and there will be rare treasures from all over the world to win the captain's heart.
But that's for captains and chiefs.
What does it have to do with them ordinary sailors?
The sailors held their gains, and one of them suddenly said in a low voice, "He is generous and never hides his treasure..."
One person whispered, "The dragon captain who leaves nothing for himself..."
He raised his head and caught the eyes of several people.
"The captain who guards the treasure and refuses to part with it is the captain of the treasure, not the king."
"Our true king..."
"We should get the real king at Kingsmoot."