"Little Devil, why would you come to my ship? Don't you know the relationship between the Ironborn and the Westerlands? Although old Tywin doesn't like you, it's undeniable that you are the only heir to the Lord of Casterly Rock. He should be willing to pay a large ransom for you." Asha Greyjoy said with a malicious smile, looking at the Little Devil in front of her.
Tyrion didn't care about Asha's malicious address and said with a smile, "Asha Greyjoy, I still remember your pitiful little appearance at the banquet in Lannisport that day. I didn't expect after a few years…"
Asha interrupted Tyrion, saying, "Enough, Tyrion, state your purpose, otherwise I will truly turn you into a hostage and make Tywin pay a ransom."
Tyrion raised an eyebrow and said, "If you were Asha Greyjoy of the Iron Islands now, I might believe you would really turn me into a hostage. But you are now the Three Sea Monsters of the Stepstones. I think Lord Linde would not allow you to do that, don't you agree?"
"Beller, throw him into the sea." Asha looked at Tyrion with disdain and said.
Beller, hearing this, directly picked up Tyrion by his collar and walked towards the outside of the cabin.
Tyrion could tell Asha wasn't joking and quickly pleaded, "Hey! Wait, wait, I was wrong, I was wrong!"
"Beller, wait!" Asha called out to Beller, then looked at Tyrion and said, "Speak! What is your purpose here?"
Tyrion immediately stated his purpose, saying, "I just want to go with you to the Iron Islands and see how you conquer the Iron Islands."
"Is that your purpose?" Asha frowned, seemingly not quite believing him.
"Of course, that's my purpose." Tyrion nodded, then, as if he thought of something, pointed to the top and said, "And by the way, to see that big bell up there that can dispel storms."
Asha couldn't help but laugh, and Tyrion also laughed along, feeling that he had passed the test.
However, Asha's smile suddenly faded, and she said coldly, "Throw him down."
While Tyrion was still in a daze, he was picked up by Beller. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, he was thrown into the sea. Fortunately, the ship that brought him had not yet left, and it rescued him and sent him back to Lannisport.
In the cabin of the Black Wind, Asha cursed angrily, saying, "How are these nobles' brains wired? They brazenly come to watch a naval battle, treating us like court jesters for their amusement?"
Beller, who had returned to the cabin, calmly reminded her, "You shouldn't treat him like that. He is friends with Lord Linde, and Lord Linde seems to value him greatly."
"On my ship, I am in charge. Even if Lord Linde were here, I would give the same order." Asha raised her head, looking like she was queen of her domain, but soon she said with less confidence, "Besides, Lord Linde is very magnanimous. He wouldn't punish his capable subordinate for something like this, especially since it wasn't me who threw him off the ship."
Beller looked at his friend and colleague with a slight sense of helplessness.
A small interlude did not affect the fleet's progress. After obtaining sufficient supplies from Lannisport, the fleet slowly sailed out of Lannisport Bay and headed towards the Iron Islands.
Not long after the Three Sea Monsters fleet departed, some other ships also left Lannisport, following behind the Three Sea Monsters fleet, heading together to the Iron Islands.
The people on these ships were daring merchants. They had all guessed that the Three Sea Monsters fleet's target was the Iron Islands, and they also guessed that a battle for the Iron Islands throne was very likely to occur. No matter which side lost, they would inevitably need to trade spoils of war with merchants. This way, they could make a large profit. As for whether they would accidentally get caught in the war, these things were temporarily not within their consideration.
When the Three Sea Monsters fleet sailed past Fair Isle, news had already reached the Iron Islands. Balon Greyjoy immediately summoned the lords of the various islands to Pyke for a meeting.
"Where are the people from Blacktyde, Harlaw, and Great Wyk? Are they all dead?" Balon Greyjoy, sitting on the Seastone Chair, watched the lords and captains standing in the hall with a gloomy expression, his face very grim.
"I don't think they will come. They have clearly stated that they will not intervene in the internal disputes of the Greyjoy family." The patriarch of the Sunderly family from Saltcliffe stood up and said.
"Family internal disputes? Haha! What a good excuse, what a good excuse!" King Balon couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this, but there was no amusement in his laughter, only anger.
"I'll take men to Great Wyk." Victarion Greyjoy said in a deep voice.
Balon glared at his brother and yelled, "Shut up! Don't you know what time it is? If you take the Iron Fleet away, what about Pyke? Are you going to let that girl Asha land on Pyke smoothly?"
Geord Gobbler of Hammerhorn on Old Wyk, who had a good relationship with Victarion, saw Balon scolding his brother and stepped forward to deliberately change the subject, saying, "My people in Lannisport calculated the number of warships Asha and Beller brought this time: four hundred thirty longships, one hundred fifty armed galleys, seventy two-masted warships, and two three-masted warships."
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