Game of Thrones: The Road to Pirate King

Chapter 334 Perfect Robbery - Two Million Golden Dragons

As the banquet reached its climax, with the clinking of glasses, unrestrained laughter, and drunken singing blending into a dizzying wave, Euron silently slipped away from this vortex of power.

He left not because of the endless toasts and insincere small talk.

But tonight, he has a matter far more important than the king's wedding banquet to attend to—a momentous event concerning two million gold dragons, enough to instantly empty the treasuries of many noble families.

On the very night he arrived in King's Landing, Lisa sent crucial news through encrypted channels: the enormous sum of money borrowed from the seven kings by the Braavos Iron Treasury had been secretly loaded onto a ship, set sail, and was heading towards the designated sea area.

At this moment, he had to go there in person to ensure that this enormous amount of capital, which belonged to him, the Iron Islands, and the Future Bank, would fall into his control without any mishap.

The night was deep, and the sea and sky were as dark as ink.

Euron stood in the guest room arranged by the Red Keep, a faint light flashing on the ring finger of his left hand. He raised his hand and swept it across the air in front of him, the air seemingly sliced ​​open like silk by an invisible blade, a rift with shimmering edges silently appearing. He stepped into it, and the spatial rift instantly closed behind him, as if it had never existed.

The next moment, Euron found himself in the biting air currents a thousand meters above the ground.

Beneath his feet was a surging sea of ​​clouds, spreading out like an endless silver-gray carpet under the moonlight. And the moment he landed, the enormous "cloud island" beneath him trembled slightly—it was the broad, platform-like back of the thousand-year-old dragon, Halsien.

This ancient creature had been silently following the fleet from Braavos to King's Landing, but it remained hidden deep within the clouds, beyond the reach of ordinary people, like a ghostly sentinel roaming the heavens. Even with their constant observation of the sea and the lower atmosphere, the vigilant crew of Braavos could hardly detect the enormous creature silently soaring above the clouds.

Euron bent down, his hand gently stroking Halsien's feathers, which were tougher than the hardest steel yet shimmered with a jewel-like luster. Without a word, the millennium dragon responded with a deep, ancient chime, its massive wings stirring the air currents in the clouds as it adjusted its course and silently glided toward the coordinates agreed upon in Lisa's secret letter.

In a stretch of sea less than half a day's voyage from King's Landing, several dark reefs pierced the surface of the sea like the fangs of a giant beast, gleaming ominously in the moonlight.

This dangerous sea area was the designated location.

Beneath the seemingly calm, dark blue sea, a shadow far larger than the reefs lies silently lurking.

It was a terrifying sea spider known as the "Thousand-Eyed One." Its mountain-like body was covered with hundreds of pale green compound eyes, which flickered like will-o'-the-wisps in the dark seawater, silently scanning everything around it.

The towering, imposing Floyd Greyjoy, like a statue, sat firmly atop the broad head and chest of the Thousand-Eyed. His body was covered in the Ironborn's characteristic rough, sticky leather armor, cold seawater trickling down the grooves of his armor. Like his silent, colossal companion, he and his most patient hunters awaited, in the eternal darkness and silence, the signal from the heavens—Euron's promise to strike.

Freud believed Euron one hundred percent, no matter how incredible Euron told him. Just like before meeting Euron, he had never imagined that such a terrifying sea monster as "Thousand Eyes" existed in the world, never imagined that such a sea monster could obey his commands, and never imagined that one day he could bear the surname "Greyjoy".

The Braavos cargo ship had already entered the designated waters, its heavy hull cutting through the dark blue waves, completely unaware of its impending fate.

Just then, Euron, perched on Halsien's back, had a sudden thought. A thundercloud crackling with unstable arcs of electricity leaped from his right shoulder—it was Thor, the creation of the Soul-Soul Fruit, "Thundercloud."

It has no fixed form, seemingly a mixture of pure lightning energy and a tyrannical will, only occasionally revealing a ferocious face with dazzling white lightning teeth amidst the churning lightning.

Thor let out a deep, rumbling roar, then transformed into a streak of lightning, plunging into the denser clouds above. Like a venomous snake returning to its nest, it instantly merged with the entire cloud layer.

In an instant, countless crisscrossing, pale white lightning bolts lit up the depths of the clouds, and the low rumble of thunder quickly intensified into a deafening roar. The entire sky seemed to transform into a lightning furnace about to erupt, and the aura of destruction firmly locked onto the tiny ship below.

Euron took out a strangely shaped fruit from his robes, seemingly formed from flowing air—the [Wind-Wind Fruit (Disposable)]. Without hesitation, he instantly activated its power.

The next moment, his figure suddenly blurred, as if merging into the air itself, transforming into an invisible and intangible yet unstoppable gale that shot straight into the sky!

This man-made, wild will crashed into the clouds, which were already restless because of Thor, and became the last straw that broke the balance.

In an instant, the celestial phenomena changed dramatically!

The sea, which had been calm and peaceful just moments before, now seemed to be violently stirred up by an invisible giant hand.

The gentle sea breeze transformed into a fierce, roaring hurricane, tearing everything apart: the inky clouds rolled and pressed down as if boiling, and streaks of pale lightning, like the whips of a giant god, ripped through the sky, making the sea surface flicker; deafening thunder rolled in, as if giant drums were beating overhead.

The entire ocean was utterly enraged; massive waves rose like mountains and then collapsed with a deafening roar.

The three Braavos ships were like fragile leaves held in the hands of a giant, mercilessly tossed up and down by the raging waves, their hulls groaning in a sickening groan, as if they might disintegrate at any moment under the might of heaven and earth.

The rain began to fall, initially just a sparse, cold drizzle that pattered against the deck and the waves. Then, with astonishing speed, it became dense and violent, eventually turning into a gray, misty rain curtain that covered the sky and the earth, as if all the water in the Narrow Sea had been poured out.

In this chaotic moment of wind, rain, lightning, and thunder, several dark shadows struggled to rise from the violently rocking ship—they were several ravens on whom much hope was placed, flapping their wet and heavy wings, trying to break through the storm and fly towards Braavos to deliver a message of distress or warning.

The wind howled, lightning danced like silver snakes, and torrential rain poured down. Ravens struggled to fly away. All four elements of the agreement appeared simultaneously, without the slightest difference!

This was precisely the signal Euron had given to Freud Greyjoy beforehand to take action.

Lurking beneath the dark waters, Freud, piloting "Thousand Eyes," moved like a ghost in the deep sea, silently approaching the three merchant ships violently rocking in the waves. His sharp gaze pierced through the murky water, quickly locking onto one of the ships with a special, concealed marking on its side.

Without any further instructions, the "Thousand Eyes," which was in perfect harmony with his mind, suddenly launched an attack!

Several claws, resembling giant scythes and covered in a hard shell, shot out from the seabed with tremendous force, tearing precisely and violently at the marked hull. The wooden hull was easily cleaved through like paper by the terrifying force, revealing the hidden compartments beneath.

Inside the cabin, ten boxes reinforced with thick steel and gleaming with an alluring light were neatly stacked, containing the breathtaking two million golden dragons! The dozens of fully armed guards inside the cabin became laughable decorations in the face of this sudden, devastating attack from underwater. They didn't even have time to draw their weapons before being tossed about by the violent shaking and the surging seawater.

The "Thousand Eyes" opened and closed its enormous mouthparts, spewing out large amounts of silvery-gray, viscous, and incredibly tough spider silk. This spider silk, like living tentacles, precisely wrapped around each iron box, and tightly bound the guards who tried to resist or escape, just like binding insects. No matter how much they struggled, it was futile; they could only watch helplessly as they turned into white cocoons.

Having accomplished all this, the deep-sea behemoth dragged its incredibly heavy "prey," nimbly changed direction, and quickly dived back into deeper, darker waters, far away from the three merchant ships still helplessly struggling in the storm. Like a hunter who had completed its mission, it took its spoils and disappeared into the edge of its lair, quietly awaiting the next instruction.

Just as "Thousand Eyes" dragged its spoils into the deep sea, the gale in the sky, dominated by Euron, seemed to be injected with a final frenzy, suddenly contracting and condensing!

Above the sea, a massive tornado vortex, connecting the inky black clouds with the roaring ocean, took shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was like a raging gray giant, roaring deafeningly and mercilessly engulfing everything around it.

The three Braavos merchant ships, which were already struggling in the storm like toys, were instantly captured by this irresistible force of nature. They were easily lifted from the sea, like pieces of wood in a child's hand, spinning and rising in a dizzying vortex, and being thrown into the suffocating heights.

Immediately afterwards, the tornado seemed to possess a malevolent will, carrying the three ships and hurling them fiercely and precisely towards the sea area filled with jagged reefs!

"BOOM!!! CRACK!!"

A series of earth-shattering roars drowned out the storm's howl.

Wood chips, sails, broken keels, and screams drowned out by the wind, rain, and thunder erupted amidst the reefs. Under such a violent impact, the sturdy hull shattered instantly like a fragile eggshell, turning into countless fragments that were immediately swallowed up by the subsequent giant waves and scattered without a trace.

With just one impact, the three merchant ships were shattered. Only the reef, still swirling wildly in the storm, and the murky seawater churning with scattered wood chips, remained, telling the story of the utter and clean destruction that had just occurred.

Far from the devastating reef, a thick stench of blood permeated the dark waters.

Those dozens of unfortunate guards, tightly bound by spider silk, along with their leather and steel armor, became "rewards" for "Thousand Eyes" on this trip. The terrifying sea spider used its mandibles, powerful enough to crush rocks, to devour and grind them, armor and all, producing a series of teeth-grinding, horrifying sounds as metal and bone were eroded together, before finally falling silent.

Freud commanded "Thousand Eyes" to skillfully slice through the tough spider silk binding the box with its sharp claws. The moment the box was opened, even in the dark depths of the sea, the light reflected from the mountain of golden dragons shone like a sleeping treasure suddenly awakening, almost dispelling the surrounding darkness and dazzling to the point of being suffocating.

Euron instructed Freud, "Return them safely to Ironwind Island and hand them over to Lisa."

A kind and excited smile spread across Freud's rugged face, and he nodded emphatically.

Immediately afterwards, Euron's instructions came again, stern and unquestionable: "Remember, you are not to reveal a single word of this to anyone except your father, my uncle Balf!"

Freud's expression hardened, and he replied in a deep voice, "Understood, sir!"

Euron's tone softened slightly, and he chuckled, "You're also Greyjoy, we're blood relatives, no need for that address."

Come to think of it, you're still my cousin. Thanks for your hard work this time.

Upon hearing this, Freud scratched his seaweed-covered head somewhat embarrassedly, said no more, and, controlling "Thousand Eyes," dragging the ten heavy boxes of golden dragons, slowly turned and quietly stealthily headed towards the Iron Islands.

High in the sky where the storm was subsiding, the thousand-year-old dragon Halsien had received Euron's orders long before the storm raged and the tornado formed. He quietly disappeared into the higher clouds and then returned to Ironwind Island alone.

The spatial rift closed silently within the quiet guest room of the Red Castle, as if it had never existed.

Euron stepped out from among them, his body seemingly carrying the cold water vapor from the distant sea and a faint scent of blood.

A “misfortune” shipwreck claimed Braavos’s life, and there were no witnesses.

A perfect raid, and two million gold dragons have quietly changed their names to Greyjoy.

Thinking of this, a satisfied smile couldn't be suppressed and spread across his lips.

Euron quickly removed his soaking wet clothes and changed into a dry and luxurious suit, concealing all the killing and secrets beneath the gleaming silk.

When Euron stepped back into the bustling banquet hall, it was as if he had only been away for a moment. No one knew that in that brief time, a vast fortune, enough to shake the economies of the Seven Kingdoms, had quietly changed hands.

Euron casually took a golden goblet filled with deep red wine from a waiter's tray, joined the revelers, clinked glasses with the nobles who came towards him, and let out a hearty laugh.

"Lord Euron, where did you go just now? Three cups of punishment are due!"

"Haha, no problem! Cheers to the King and Queen!"

Euron drank heartily, the amber liquid swirling in his glass, reflecting a depth in his eyes that only he himself understood.

The glory that belongs to the victors.

This feast is now truly worth celebrating.