iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 552 Ruler 2
"Are you still planning to save those traitors, hiss!"

Because of the excessive movement, Theon took another breath in pain and his whole face wrinkled.

He bit his lower lip, trying to suppress the pain, and stared at Asha fiercely, as if what she proposed was the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Warm sunlight came into the room through the narrow window, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Asha paused, then suddenly said, "Go stop them."

Hearing this, Theon stood up from his chair without caring about the pain. "Honor! Traitors have no sense of honor. If they are not severely punished, it will be against the justice of the Greyjoy family!"

His saliva flew: "If I am lenient towards the traitor, how can I maintain the dignity of my family?"

Their eyes met, and Asha's upper body rose and fell slightly. She said: The Ironborn have never betrayed, they have always been loyal to the Greyjoy family. Don't forget that Crow's Eye is your father's younger brother.

Theon was startled for a moment, then he paced back and forth angrily and said, "I won't go! They betrayed me, I can never forgive them easily, this is related to the highest honor of the Greyjoy family!"

He suddenly stopped in his tracks: "I must let my people know the fate of traitors!"

Asha stared at her emotional brother for a while, then looked up at the roof and murmured, "I really suspect that Regent Green had anticipated this day."

Asha turned her gaze back to her brother. "We are still in Green Crabbe's nets, Theon."

Fishing net?

Xi En's heart trembled, and then he fell silent. Only the occasional bird calls outside the window broke the brief silence.

Theon slowly sat back on the chair beside the bed, but without looking at his sister, he spoke awkwardly, "What do you want to say?"

He added: "Don't expect me to rescue those traitors. The weakness and naivety of a woman are not suitable for my rule over the Iron Islands."

Theon's tone was tough, trying to hide his inner turmoil.

Asha's lips curled up slightly, revealing the evil smile that Theon was familiar with: "Without my help, you may not be able to return to the Iron Islands."

Her brother's anger was about to explode, so she smiled and said, "Think about it, this is the truth."

Theon's face was full of expression: "Damn it, how dare you threaten me?!"

Asha waved her hand calmly, the smile on her face faded, and her eyes were fixed on Theon: "The Crow's Eye is dead. In the eyes of others... you and I may have become an extremely tempting and delicious cake. Everyone wants to take a bite. We must be vigilant at all times."

She said in a low voice: "If you are not careful, you may become a puppet controlled by others and be manipulated by them."

Then, her eyes trembled slightly: "Uncle Rodrik (Asha's mother's brother, Chapter 413) is far away in Ten Towers City, and we are here... isolated and helpless."

Theon turned slightly and he curled his lips: "We can leave quietly, no one can stop us."

Asha wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead and said, "If I follow your method, I will definitely die on my Black Wind. And... don't forget, your injuries are not much better than mine."

She grinned: "Do you really want to die with your sister, my brother?"

"let me think again."

Theon really wanted to admit his "little mistake" directly like Eddard and Robb did, but the smile on Asha's face really made him angry...he couldn't do it.

"Don't think about it anymore."

Asha stared at the troubled Theon. "If we can save those 1,000 ironborn, we will have bargaining chips in our hands. You and I will no longer be fish to be slaughtered by the fisherman."

Putting her hand on her brother's shoulder, she looked him in the eye. "This is our only way out now, Theon. Believe me."

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Red Keep, Throne Room.

Sitting on the King's Chair, Lord Green could not help but rub his brows as he watched Grand Maester Pycelle quietly stay behind after the meeting ended... and kneel directly in front of him. Seven days later, Daenerys will enter the city from the Gate of the Gods, pass through the city, and finally arrive at the Red Keep, escorted by 777 knights and 7,777 blue-robed guards.

This was undoubtedly an extremely grand and highly anticipated ceremony.

Prime Minister Mace went to Dragonstone, and many matters fell on Lord Green's shoulders, who needed to arrange and supervise them personally.

Last night, while Green was busy, the Lord Chancellor, Princess Arianne Nymeros Martell, presented a shocking accusation.

The accused was none other than Grand Maester Pycelle, who was now kneeling before him. The accusation was that he had slept with that branch girl without paying her, a total of one hundred and sixteen times.

The simple Lord Green thought that there was some ulterior conspiracy behind this, so... he specially sent his trusted people to secretly conduct a detailed investigation into the matter.

as a result……

The regent's majesty grew stronger, and the pitiful look on Pycelle's old face could hardly be maintained.

"Aren't the gold dragons enough?"

The Regent finally spoke, and Pycelle gave up the idea of ​​luck and said the excuse he had thought of all night: "She never mentioned money to me..."

As he spoke, his voice became choked: "Your Highness, that despicable prostitute must have set a trap on purpose. She is trying to kill me. You... must save... me!"

Under Green's cold gaze, Pycelle finally lowered his head and just kept wiping his tears.

Time seemed to have stood still and passed extremely slowly.

After an unknown amount of time, Green's voice came over: "Any news from the Academy?"

Pycelle paused, wiped his face with his wide sleeve, and quickly responded: "The Citadel replied that they will continue to pay attention to the news of the Wall..."

He continued carefully, "The Cardinals (the governing body of the Citadel) seem to be... resentful of your trust in the Alchemists Guild..."

Seeing Green frowning, his tone suddenly changed and became indignant: "When I return, I will severely rebuke these selfish thoughts in the name of the Grand Maester of the Kingdom, and solemnly warn them that they must honestly abide by the traditions of the maesters!"

Green leaned back in his chair, stared at Pycelle for a while, then waved his hand: "Get up."

Grand Maester Pycelle was as if he had been pardoned when he heard this.

He whimpered first, bowed in gratitude, and then climbed up tremblingly.

"Her name is Danxi...right?"

As Lord Green spoke, he tapped his fingers lightly on the wide armrests of the chair, making a rhythmic sound.

"You don't need to meet her again. I will send someone to compensate her accordingly."

His eyes glared, "Don't do anything stupid like revenge."

Pycelle was so frightened that he almost knelt down again: "No, I will never do that, my Lord."

"after……"

Green opened his mouth but was speechless for a moment. Pycelle replied flatteringly, "Don't worry, don't worry, I will never look for you again..."

After a slight pause, he seemed to have made a great decision, gritted his teeth and said: "...Nuzhinu, I bow to the seven gods in the sky..."

Green waved his hand impatiently and interrupted: "Back off, do your job well, and don't let me down."

After Pycelle left with tears of gratitude, Green pondered for a moment and asked Ser Brienne to send a bag of gold dragons.

Is the old scholar's oath credible?
At the same time, he asked her to tell him that if such a shameful thing happened again, Pycelle's penis would be cut off.

(End of this chapter)