Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 332 Sons of the Harpy
Even though Shingis had fallen, the Sons of the Harpy were still circling in the hidden corners of the city, flapping their black wings and swinging their breasts.

Jorah's "Atonement" Valyrian steel sword was still unsheathed. It was held tightly in its master's hand. The blade, as black as the night, did not move at all. The flames from the campfire hit it, only illuminating the dark night a little, making it more recognizable as darkness.

The dead bodies were piled up, and outside the city, on the seashore, a huge fire was burning. Black smoke hung high in the blue sky like countless ravens flying in the sky with messages.

Black wings, black news, Jorah thought.

Viserion was captured and there was no news of him. He could only watch as the ironborn longship took away the queen's child and disappeared where the sea level and the setting sun merged.

The orange light was gentle and sacred, as if the gods had descended. Jorah only felt that the sunlight that day was dazzling and burned his heart.

He lost Dany's baby.

"thump!"

It seemed to be a conditioned reflex, and he subconsciously thought it was the sound of a head rolling to the ground.

I turned around and saw that it was true.

The Round-Headed King took off his beast mask and threw away the cloth bag. Inside was the head of a Meereenese man, whose face was unrecognizable and covered in blood.

"If we continue to pamper these sons of the harpy, I'm afraid we'll be dealt with by the slave owners in the city ourselves, even without the need for the slave owners from Yunkai and Astapor to come!" The ugly and frightening face of the Round-headed King Skalaz was revealed, and it was so hideous that it did not need any expression to modify its terrifying appearance.

Jorah knew this very well, and he replied: "The queen does not approve of your actions."

"The queen is missing, and she has handed over the power to you, Mormont." Skarlatz did not seem to have much respect for the queen, and immediately hinted at Jorah to use his power to overturn the queen's previous decision. "She is a woman after all, soft-hearted and does not understand politics."

Jorah was furious. He sheathed the Atonement and said, "Watch your words, Skarlatz."

The Round-headed King was not afraid of his threat and held up five fingers: "In just half a month, in just half a month, the Beast-faced Army has lost 20 to 30 brothers. This loss is even greater than during the war. The Queen is a liberator who gave us freedom, but she has no good way to govern. This requires someone to assist. You are the Queen's Hand. She trusts you and will forgive you no matter what you do."

Missanlo stood nearby, his spear erect. He frowned, listened to Skaratz's words, and turned his gaze to Jorah.

Jorah knew that most people in the army were eager to see what King Roundhead had proposed. If they continued to do nothing, things might change in the city before the queen returned.

He frowned and said, "It is true that it should be dealt with. You are right about that, but it is still too extreme to arrest all the nobles of Meereen and interrogate them one by one. Besides, most of the attacks happened in the streets of the people. We have no reason to touch those great pyramids."

King Roundhead shook his head. "The Sons of the Harpy have done this in the city. No one would believe that they don't have the support of the nobles. If we don't take down these nobles who are greedy for the privileges of the past, what are the iron swords and spears of the Unsullied of the Beast Army for?"

If you have soldiers but don't use them, you're a fool. The Roundhead King stared at him, and Jorah knew what he meant.

Misanlo had been silent the whole time, but now he spoke up: "Prime Minister, the Faceless Men were also attacked while on duty today. Two were injured and one died."

Jorah looked at Missanlo and King Roundhead. He knew that the two were now standing together. If he insisted, Dany's city might not be saved, but her army might be torn apart and suffer unnecessary losses.

"What suggestions do you have?" Jorah chose to ask Missanglo. Missanglo glanced at the round-headed king beside him, and pursed his lips: "I don't have any clear suggestions, I just know how to follow orders."

The flames were blazing and the stench was overwhelming. Jorah covered his face with a cloth and moved away from the fire. Missonlo and King Roundhead followed him into the city of Meereen.

"The Dragon Queen liberated them and gave them freedom, but they treated her like this. Even though these people were slaves before, they deserved it. It would be hard to convince the people if they go unpunished." The Round-headed King continued to lobby.

Convinced by the masses? There might not be any Meereenese commoners among Skarlatz's "masses", Jorah thought.

He remained silent, did not respond, and did not say anything else. He continued walking until he reached the city gate, where the soldiers of the Beast-Mask Army saluted him.

The Beast-Faced Army was composed of free folk and the "Round-Head Party" of Skaratz, and was responsible for the defense of the city. There were about four thousand people inside and outside Meereen, but the Round-Head King was very resourceful. He took root among the vast number of free folk who had gained freedom but lost their homes, spread the ideas of the Dragon Queen, and soon expanded to nearly a legion. The total number was probably over five thousand.

Jorah felt his control over the city was slipping rapidly.

He had no dragon, and Jorah glanced at Missanglo, and he was afraid that he had no soldiers either.

Jorah carefully considered the troops he could still win over. Missonlo would definitely not defect to support the Roundhead King. Even though Missonlo might not agree with his opinion, his loyalty to the queen was absolute. He was the Hand of the Queen appointed by Daenerys herself, and the commander and vanguard of the Battle of Meereen. At the moment, his prestige was unmatched. Perhaps he did not need to worry too much. The Roundhead King might just hate the traditions of Meereen and those nobles too much.

There are more than 5,000 free soldiers who are not members of the Beast Army, and there are two or three hundred good fighters in the arena to support them.
After realizing what was going on, Jorah calmed down a lot. He walked up the stairs and climbed towards the top of the city wall.

The Round-headed King and Misanlo followed, "Knock, knock!"

Jorah placed his hand on the remains of the half-cut battlement, and the stone powder fragments flowed between his fingers. He felt the fragments and looked at the streets where countless people in Meereen were wandering.

Dany's kindness made her successful, but it also almost destroyed her!

The three of them were silent for a long time. Skarlatz and Missanlo kept silent and stood still tacitly, as if waiting for Jorah Mormont's decision.

"Tell the whole city," he said. The two men behind him couldn't help but tense up and listen. "Anyone who reports the Sons of the Harpy, including assassins, harborers, and shelterers, will receive a reward of twenty dollars and be drafted into the army and given housing. Anyone who is found hiding the Sons of the Harpy will be considered harboring by the seven neighbors and will be punished with death."

The hot wind, wrapped in the bloody smell from the fire outside the city, swept across the faces of Missanlo and Skaratz. Listening to Jorah's calm decision, every word was heart-wrenching, cold sweat broke out and their hands trembled slightly.

The Roundhead King's eyes widened as he looked at Jorah Mormont, his eyes full of disbelief.

Jorah turned his head and saw a kind old man. "Go and execute it, Misanlo, the Roundhead King."

Misanlo swallowed, nodded, and turned to leave.

The Roundhead King was still standing there, staring at Jorah, at a loss as to what to do.

(End of this chapter)