Chapter 11 The Song Sung by the Drowned Man (5)

In the vast sea, the sails that swelled with the sea breeze looked like three menacing and ferocious sea monsters. The drifting boat tried its best to lie dormant quietly to avoid its sight, but all this was in vain.

When the long-haired drowned man confirmed the identity of the other party, the three-masted warship was already surging towards the direction of the small boat.

Even though he knew it was impossible to escape, the boat still started to turn around and escape.

At this time, not long after Blackheart Heron was burned to death, the Iron Islands were plunged into civil war. Basically every island had someone claiming the title of king. In other words, every island was basically an enemy to other islands.

"The sea monster is not king, but he is not our friend!"

The long-haired drowned man claimed this. Facing the increasingly approaching huge warship, a trace of determination flashed across his face. Then he ignored the others and jumped into the sea with a pop.

Unfortunately, this move didn't work.

When the other people on the boat were detained and boarded, several enemy sailors wearing thin coarse shorts and bare chests jumped deep into the sea. It didn't take long to find the drowned man who had fled in advance - he looked tall. weight, but the weakness from the recent storm had not completely dissipated.

"A bunch of traitors, you can never get any word from me. The great Drowned God will punish you sooner or later!" he declared when he was captured.

Renly watched all this with difficulty, a look of dismay on his face.

There was a storm, a shipwreck, and he was captured again. Nothing good has happened since he came in. Is it time to be beheaded next?

Or be pushed into the sea and drowned again?

At this time, he was kneeling on the deck. An old sailor with one eye and a bald head and another little brown-haired sailor were holding his arms tightly behind him. The drunkard and the cook next to him were also treated in the same way.

"Masters, everything has nothing to do with us. We are just an honest fisherman." The old drunkard begged for mercy, but after being slapped by the fat sailor with a pointed chin behind him, he really became honest.

"This road is too long, and I am worried that I will not find any fun."

A sailor licked his lips as he spoke, but at this moment, the sailors watching behind him made a commotion. Then there were waves of greetings.

"Leader."

"Leader Viken!"

"We caught a drowned man!"

…

Renly looked up at the sound, and saw a tall middle-aged man with a big nose, strong features, and deep eyes walking over from behind many sailors.

"Viken Greyjoy." The Drowned Priest gritted his teeth upon seeing this.

The visitor's lips were pursed and he was not fully armed, but he was also wearing leather armor trousers and hard leather boots. Renly's attention was basically focused on the embossed coat of arms on the front of the brown leather armor.

Like the ship's sail, the sigil was also a large squid-like golden sea monster on a black background. However, unlike the sail, he was close enough to Renly.

Renly was quite familiar with the surname Greyjoy. It stemmed from the memory of a miserable eunuch in his previous life, and a lunatic who could "teleport". Of course, it was mainly due to some education he received after his reincarnation.

Regardless of his past life, based on his current understanding, the Greyjoy family in the Iron Islands is the same as the Baratheon family in the Stormlands, belonging to the ranks of kings, dukes, and great nobles.

Of course, that was back in Renly's time, but he didn't know much about it now.

The only thing he understands is that the ancient Greyjoy family is not easy to deal with, regardless of history or "contemporary". His family's motto in the clan language can prove this - force is better than hard work.

The words of the person in front of me...

Renly, who was staring closely at the opponent's "squirming" crest, narrowed his eyes and seemed to be listening quietly for a moment.

In fact, the conversation between the other party and the Drowned Man was indeed related to the fate of their group.

"Are you going to support Sunken Wood Castle?" The words without a trace of vibrato or extra voice sounded calm and majestic. Matched by this man's deep blue eyes, as soon as he spoke, a powerful aura arose spontaneously.

The drowned man, who had jumped into the sea before to avoid the sea monster, was now trying to hold up his chest and spoke in a high-pitched tone.

"We are going to fight for the great Drowned God!"

Before he could finish speaking, the two sailors holding him behind his back yelled and pressed him hard, but this made Drowned Man's voice even more angry.

"The gods will punish you disloyal people! That's right, we'll wait and see!"

"The Drowned Man does not represent the great Drowned God, especially you fools who support the so-called Son of God." The visitor said expressionlessly, but still gave the order to the sailors.

"Let him go."

So Yanren stood up staggeringly.

"This is just one small step in your quest for redemption," he claimed.

These words made the leader known as Viken laugh.

"I will not be stupid enough to take you to the island for disposal. This will be seen by many idiots as a provocation to the Drowned God." He said: "I don't have the patience to listen to your nonsense. So, if you don't surrender now , this sea is your final destination.”

The Drowned Man laughed loudly after hearing this: "We come from the sea, and we will eventually return to the sea. Come on! I am ready to step into the water palace of the great Drowned God!"

"Then I'll satisfy you." Viken Greyjoy waved his hand after hearing this, then turned around and left - for him, this was obviously just a small episode.

The three prisoners were thus dragged up and prepared to be thrown into the sea.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "According to custom, prisoners can be ransomed."

King Viken of the Greyjoy family turned around and glanced at the person who was speaking, as if he had discovered this person for the first time, but the other party's words immediately made him unconsciously interested.

"The drowned man is called Lucas, and he is highly valued by the king. If you keep him, you can get something more valuable than a dead body."

"The customs of the Green Land do not apply here." Looking at the brown-haired and blue-eyed boy not far away, Greyjoy said: "Besides, the drowned man is not a lord, and keeping him will only bring trouble."

"Then torture him." The boy said: "You look like you are going to Oak Island? Coincidentally, we were originally going to Oak Island, but we encountered a storm, and you are not curious about our original purpose?"

"Whatever your purpose is."

Greyjoy pointed out: "They have sunk into the sea with the storm."

"If that's the case, why did the drowned man run away just now?" The brown-haired boy, Renly reminded The other party said:

"He knew that he would only drown if he jumped into the sea without a boat, but he jumped anyway. He also knew that if he was tough, you would not keep him, and that was the fact. Look, you are now preparing to throw him into the sea, isn't this what he wanted?"

"You know the inside story?"

"I'm just a soldier." The boy's tone seemed dissatisfied: "Except for knowing that we are going to Oak Island to fight for the king, we don't know anything else, and we don't even know who the enemy is. Do you think this is normal? If you don't even tell us who the enemy is, is there any value in keeping it secret?"

This made the drowned man next to him change his face slightly, and then he cursed, traitor, chameleon, etc., but Renly just glanced at him and ignored him.

"A living drowned man may not be useful, but a dead one is definitely worthless." He insisted.

Upon hearing this, Viken Greyjoy unconsciously touched the handle of a silver axe on his waist. After a moment of hesitation, he ordered the sailors to temporarily detain the drowned man who was cursing, and then looked at the brown-haired boy again with interest.

"I may keep the drowned man, but there is no reason to keep you insiders."

"We just betrayed Old Wyke Island." Renly said frankly: "If we betray you again, then there will be no way to survive."

As he said this, he glanced at the old drunkard and the cook next to him.

The former nodded hurriedly, and the latter hesitated, but under the close gaze of several sailors next to him, he finally nodded his head.

"But what value do you have?" The other party asked lightly.

"Cook Ryan is a great soup cook," Renly's chef was kneeling and trembling, "and he's from Lonely Light Island, not Old Wyke Island, where people are great at fishing."

"All the sailors on this ship can say that." A bald sailor next to him laughed, "What's the use of a fisherman? We don't need a cook."

"Fishermen are useless, but you can always use them to die in the war."

Renly said, "No matter who you fight, put him in front, the price is just some insignificant food."

"If we keep you, we will have to send someone to monitor you. Chameleons are not trustworthy." The laughing sailor restrained his smile and shook his head.

"You can't have only us captives. If you don't have them now, you will have them in the future." Renly stopped paying attention to this person's expression and looked at the only one who can make the decision here.

"The black-haired one, as long as you give him a pot of wine before the battle, he will be braver than anyone else."

"That's right!" The old drunkard on the side nodded hurriedly.

He didn't have the backbone of the Drowned Man. Renly discovered along the way that this man actually didn't have much piety for the Drowned God. He came to join the army just to make some war money.

"What about you? Do you also want to die?" King Viken didn't look at the other two people. He kept staring at the clever boy with brown hair and blue eyes in front of him, and his eyes became more and more interested.

All this talk, isn't it just for this last sentence? Renly took a deep breath and straightened his chest.

"I can read and write!"

As soon as he said this, he felt that the eyes of the people around the deck were completely different.

Thank you Aegon Targaryen for the 500 reward, thank you for the 100 reward~