Game of Thrones: The Road to Pirate King

Chapter 422 News Report - Another City Acquired

In the city of Faros, the once magnificent hall of the ancient Spice Guild still retains the scent of spices.

Euron Greyjoy sat in the main seat, with Baron and the other six island lords standing on either side.

Lisa has gone to Qarth, and the intelligence network she left behind, which is spread like a spider web across the land, has now been handed over to the triplets Rachelna, Nydia and Zoea on Lonely Lantern Island.

Instead of presenting their stories in turn, they relayed the information gathered from various sources in a unique, melodious way, one sentence at a time, smoothly piecing together and reporting the news. Their voices were clear and precise, as if they shared a single thought.

The three sisters of Lonely Lamp Island stood in the hall, their voices like interwoven ice lines and silk strings, calmly piecing together messages from afar.

Rachel spoke first, her voice steady: "News has come from King's Landing that the Free Trade City-States have sent representatives to formally condemn our Iron Islands' eastward expedition."

Neytir seamlessly transitioned, her tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of sarcasm: "They claim our actions have disrupted existing peaceful and stable trade routes, and strongly demand that King Robert intervene to impose sanctions and restrictions on us."

Zoia followed up, her words clear and concise: "King Robert has already explicitly rejected these unreasonable demands in court and publicly declared that these are all actions of the Iron Islands themselves and have nothing to do with the Iron Throne."

Rachel spoke again: "King Robert has also sent a private letter. It congratulates you on completing the unification of the Summer Islands and states that he is very pleased to have received your 'gift.'"

The hall fell silent for a moment, and a bitter smile appeared on the faces of the six island lords.

In the past, all intelligence gathering and reporting were done by Lisa alone, clearly and calmly. Now, suddenly, the three sisters of Lonely Lantern Island are relaying messages in this way. Even though they are experienced, they find it difficult to adapt completely. They feel that the information is jumping back and forth in their ears and they need to concentrate extra hard to piece it together.

Euron, seated atop his throne, took in the embarrassment of his subordinates but remained silent. His attention was entirely drawn to the intelligence itself, and upon hearing the condemnation from the Free Trade City-States, Euron let out a low, cold laugh.

"The condemnation of the free trade city-states?" Euron repeated, his tone laced with undisguised sarcasm. "How amusing. Since when have these guys hiding behind gold coins become the ones to dictate our actions in the Iron Islands?"

Euron turned his gaze to the three sisters and said calmly, "Remember to reply later. Tell those countries that have been making a fuss—once my eastern expedition is over, I will personally pay them a visit. At that time, I will explain things to them face to face."

The word "explanation" was emphasized by Youlun, and the implication it carried made every island lord present straighten their backs.

The three sisters on Lonely Lantern Island nodded in unison, their movements mirroring each other, indicating that they had noted down the matter of replying.

Rachel first turned to the island lords, her voice calm and even: "My lords..."

Nitil immediately followed, her gaze sweeping over the subtle expressions that hadn't completely faded from their faces, and said bluntly, "Do your expressions suggest dissatisfaction with how we sisters report to you?"

Zoia finished the final step, her tone polite yet sharp: "If there's anything we can improve, please speak frankly."

Upon being so directly exposed, the six island lords shook their heads almost immediately, their reactions remarkably consistent.

"Absolutely not. We are very satisfied. It's our problem; as people get older, their minds slow down, and we need to adjust a little."

"It's normal that the style is different now that the person has changed."

"Please continue, gentlemen. We have absolutely no complaints."

"Thank you for your hard work, um... thank you for your hard work."

Their words were earnest, and their attitude even carried a hint of barely perceptible respect. These six island lords, who held considerable military power and influence, would never dare to offend the three sisters before them.

The reasons are obvious: on the one hand, they are all Lord Euron's concubines, holding special status; on the other hand, they have long understood from Lisa how crucial the ability to control information networks is for the conquest and rule of the Iron Islands. Faced with this new "eyes and ears," they know perfectly well that they must carefully curry favor and absolutely cannot offend her in the slightest.

Rachel, Nydia, and Zoia's voices rang out again like interwoven threads, this time carrying a hint of joy: "Good news has come from the Iron Islands—"

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"Congratulations to Lord Harlo and Lord Blacktes."

"The son of Horas Harlow and Nisa Blacktes has been safely born."

As soon as the news broke, the once solemn hall erupted in enthusiastic congratulations. The island lords raised their glasses to the two parties involved, and laughter and blessings infused the stone hall with vibrant life.

The three sisters' voices seamlessly transitioned once again, bringing economic intelligence from the Iron Islands: "News from the Iron Islands, part one."

"The free trade city-states have existed since our eastward conquests,"

"They then drastically reduced their trade with us."

The three of them announced the precise figures in unison, their voices echoing clearly in the hall: "In the past six months, the Ice and Fire Merchant Guild has lost a total of 40% of its revenue from the Free Trade City-States."

Euron's face remained impassive upon hearing this: "It's alright. Reply that we should maintain trade relations as usual. Once our eastern expedition is over, we'll have plenty of time to deal with them slowly."

The three sisters nodded in unison, their voices once again resonating in the hall: "The flames of war have not yet died down in this contested land—"

The "Oberyn Martell's Red Viper" mercenary group

"A venomous fang has already been planted in that scorched earth."

"Information has arrived from Harrenhal."

"Bank cash flow is operating normally."

"The reconstruction of the castle is also progressing steadily."

News from Westeros—

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"Lee River City is being rebuilt under the supervision of Earl Wilbert Paxson."

"This man is none other than the former Lord of Stonehall, who once saved King Robert's life amidst a vast army."

As the fleet of the Iron Islands continued its eastward advance, communication with the rear became increasingly slow, like a stretched spiderweb.

Even though it crossed oceans, the important message still managed to get through, which was already quite an achievement in everyone's eyes.

The three sisters brought the last message of this communication, which also concerned the current Eastern Expedition: "The crows we sent have arrived at Port Morakot—"

"The incoming gaze confirms that all the Qarse garrison there has been withdrawn."

"It seems that, just as that Qarthian named Jared said, they did indeed abandon that place voluntarily."

Upon hearing this, Baron burst into laughter, his voice echoing through the roof beams: "Excellent! It seems our Iron Islands territory will soon be expanded once again!"

Euron's lips curled slightly as he said calmly, "Of course. Tomorrow, the fleet will set sail to take over." He then turned to Rodrik Harlow, who was in charge of documents and records, and asked, "Lord Harlow, according to the merit book, which family is currently ranked at the top and has not yet received an award?"

Upon hearing this, Harlow immediately opened the thick merit book beside him, ran his fingertips over the lines of ink, and quickly found the answer. He replied loudly, "Your Excellency, it is the Sucliff family of Salt Cliff Island. According to their merits, their second son, Ralph Sucliff, should be rewarded."

Euron smiled knowingly, his gaze shifting to an excited figure at the table: "Very well. Well then, Lord Dono Sucliff—" he said with a hint of teasing, "it seems you'll have to teach your son a thing or two about how to be a proper governor during this voyage."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall erupted in knowing and hearty laughter from the island lords, a mix of congratulations and playful banter for the Sucliff family.