A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

The people of Qohor in the Seafront City were at a loss because they could not think of how to fight back. Outside the Seafront City, the huge fleet anchored in the strait not far away was also at a loss.

The lords of the Iron Islands had a few days of relaxation since they asked their son of the Drowned God to take action, and the other party agreed.

However, after waiting for a long time, except for several instructions to dock and shoot arrows to send messages, nothing special happened.

Although their Lord Son of God promised to deal with the people in the castle, he never said what the solution was. The message written in Valyrian on the note sent in was not recognized by any Ironborn.

At the same time, the Son of God himself was always stuffy in the cabin, and even meals had to be sent in. Occasionally, he came out just to take a breath and take a walk, and there was no intention of explaining at all.

His attitude seemed calm, but it was actually very troubling, because basically everyone had seen the previous events with their own eyes. The Ironmen in the fleet had no doubts about his identity and ability, but the lack of action over a long period of time always made people wonder.

"Maybe they are thinking of a solution?"

"Didn't Lord Son of God say that there is a solution?"

"Why is there no action if there is a solution?"

"Since Lord Son of God has agreed, he must be sure..."

"Maybe the solution doesn't work, so they are thinking of other solutions?"

"Whether it works or not, it hasn't worked?"

"You just know it hasn't worked?"

"..."

"..."

"Lord Victarion, what do you think about this?"

"I think you should shut up!"

...

Because asking the Son of God to take action is something that is exciting or morale-boosting, so this matter has long been spread throughout the Iron Fleet. As a result, no accidents have occurred for a long time, and many people have changed from expectation to confusion. The forest is big, and some impatient people are naturally unavoidable to grumble.

The weather was not very good these days, with frequent strong winds and heavy rain, which looked like a dangerous storm that could develop at any time, so the Ironborn were secretly a little anxious, but it seemed useless to be anxious.

The envoys who were also in the fleet were skeptical about this.

They thought they knew Renly's true identity, so they had always been skeptical about his background as the son of the Drowned God. Now that this situation has occurred, their trust is more like that of outsiders than that of the Ironborn.

"You are not bragging, are you?"

"The Duke is not used to bragging!"

"But I can't imagine how the Duke can break the city. Haijiang City has been established for so many years, and the army has only broken the city a few times, not to mention other means... Maybe there will be internal cooperation?"

"What's the use of thinking so much? How can people like us understand the Lord's means?"

"We can guess roughly. If the Lord really has means, he won't use them now."

"That's right, the war has been fought for so long..."

...

On the surface, everyone is embarrassed to discuss it, but secretly this topic has never stopped.

Varys, the former intelligence chief who has never been tied up and is called a prisoner, but has actually been forgotten by someone, has observed this very clearly and can't help but worry secretly.

Although he was a captive, he still hoped that Renly could do this, or rather, the more powerful Renly was, the happier he was, because he had figured out that the crime he had committed would have no other consequences for mortals except being hanged, but if he was facing a real "demigod", he might not really be killed.

Because if he was really that powerful, he might not care about the life and death of a small fry like him.

This view did not exist at first, but Varys was very observant. He had long discovered that he had been forgotten by Renly, and the treatment he received along the way also proved that the Duke of Dragonstone was not afraid of him causing any trouble.

But after waiting for so long, there was still no sound, which made him a little worried. In a sense, this was also related to his own life.

However, when Varys found that the daughter of the King of the Sea of ​​Braavos, who was a captive with him but actually looked like a little princess, always looked leisurely, his worries suddenly dissipated.

It was because he found that the daughter of the Sea King and the Duke of Dragonstone were actually close friends. For example, the Duke was always indifferent to others, but he occasionally smiled at the girl, and the daughter of the Sea King was sometimes dazed when she looked at the Duke of Dragonstone in the dark, like a little girl in love.

For example, he heard them talking about the past several times when he passed by...

How could they be two strangers who had just met on the way here?

Even because of the same mysterious and unpredictable behavior, the daughter of the Sea King named Rhaenys was regarded by Varys as Renly's accomplice - pretending not to know each other on the surface, but secretly had contact with each other for some purpose.

As an accomplice, how could he not know the other party's details?

So since the daughter of the Sea King was not in a hurry, she must be confident that Renly was sure.

...

If Rhaenys knew this idea, she would probably laugh out loud.

She didn't think that she and Renly were accomplices, or rather, she was trying to become Renly's accomplice, but she didn't know Renly's background.

However, because she knew that Renly could even send people to reincarnate, she didn't think that solving the current problem would be a problem for Renly, because in her opinion, this kind of thing was much simpler than sending people to reincarnate. Even if she were to do it, as long as she was well prepared, she could also take down the Seaside City without any soldiers.

In contrast, Rhaenys was very curious about what means Renly would use to achieve this goal... magic?

But there is no magic that does not require preparation, or materials, alchemical powder, various gems, auxiliary potions, and even blood from people of different identities...

However, after careful observation, she did not find that Renly had any preparations at all. He was simply locked in the room, silent and silent. If someone didn't know the details, they would think that guy was hiding in the room and sleeping in.

"Maybe he is really sleeping, and no one dares to disturb him." The girl muttered secretly, holding the black cat in her arms and strolling on the deck.

The cat in her arms was very repulsive to her at first, and even had some hostility for some reason, but after several contacts, they had become "enemies to friends".

After some research, Renis has focused her attention on the chest of the black cat, where there is a golden, scale-like thing. She believes that the black cat's invisibility ability depends on this scale.

But she has not figured out why this strange thing exists yet - mainly because the owner of the cat cannot be offended, otherwise she would have dissected it long ago.

"If I ask him, will he give you to me? Anyway, he doesn't seem to care about you much..."

While gently stroking the cat's head, the girl was thoughtful.

As a result, the black cat seemed to feel the evil heart that was ready to move under the pure appearance of this person, or was simply angered by this sentence, so it instantly exploded, rushed out of her arms and ran a few steps, and finally screamed at the girl with bared teeth.

"Oh, don't be so angry, I just said it casually." The girl standing on the edge of the deck waved her hand to comfort him, but it was ineffective.

This made her feel quite frustrated for a while.

It's hard to brush up the "favorability" of this cat. I don't know how much I have to pay for this sentence that I accidentally said -

The thoughts that were surging in her mind were suddenly interrupted, and what happened in the corner of her eyes made her face look stunned.

Then she turned her head and saw that outside the hazy castle shrouded in sea fog in the distance, a team of fully armed spear soldiers ran out, rowing a large number of small fishing boats, and aggressively rushed towards the huge iron fleet.

"What are they doing?" She was a little confused.

Using a few fishing boats to attack the fleet of the Iron Islands, isn't it courting death?