After the discussion was decided, Liu Qian went straight to the sea cave prison where prisoners were held in the depths of the torture abyss.
The damp, cold air was filled with musty and seafood, and torches cast swaying shadows on the stone walls.
It has been several days since Jorah Mormont was captured.
Liu Qian seems to have subdued more than a thousand pirates through last night's fierce battle, but in fact he can not be of much use.
Rollo commanded five hundred pirates.
Janice and Jelena have a thousand elite dragon spirit guards under their command, and another 1,500 pirates.
But Janice has devoted herself to the problem of ghost grass planting, and the burden of control has almost all fallen on Jelena's shoulders.
According to Jelena, the pirates were extremely low in combat effectiveness and could not fight a tough battle.
Faced with the intricate chaos and potential strong enemies of the Shijie Islands, he urgently needed a coach who truly knew how to forge stragglers into steel divisions.
The only candidate at the moment is the prisoner behind the bars - Jorah Mormont.
As the Count of Bear Island, Jorah Mormont participated in the Battle of the Trident River and the campaign to quell the rebellion in the Iron Islands, and had outstanding military achievements, especially when capturing Pike City, he was the second person to rush to the city wall after Mir's red-robed monk Soros, and he must have had a lot of practical experience.
Inside the iron fence, the swaying fire outlines a desolate and lonely back, like a giant bear with its claws removed and trapped in a cage.
"Sir Jorah," Liu Qian's voice appeared particularly clear in the claustrophobic space, sounding not salty or indifferent, "Have you been in good spirits these days of recuperation?" "
Jorah Mormont raised her head suddenly, her cloudy eyes swelling with unwilling anger and deep humiliation: "Who are you? The face of the East knows the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms well..... Also, what did you do with my Lineth? "
His voice was hoarse, with uncontrollable anxiety.
Liu Qian chuckled, with a hint of playfulness: "Don't worry, Mormont 'Lord'." "
He deliberately emphasized the ironic title, "Madame de Mormont is enjoying our 'hospitality'." Please believe in my character, I have always respected the orderly lineage of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms. "
Except for Lannister, he added coldly in his heart.
The sound of "adult" was like a whip on Jorah's face, his face was blue with anger, and the veins on his forehead burst out: "Boy! If you dare to touch a hair of Lineth, I swear..."
"That's natural," Liu Qian cut off his harsh words, with a hypocritical sincerity in his tone, "The sacredness of the rights of guests, I take it to heart, I dare not tarnish it, if Ms. Linis has the slightest mistake, it will be more uncomfortable than killing me, it's just ..."
He turned his words around and looked around at the simple, damp, musty sea prison, "This place is the pirate's lair of the Stone Steps Islands, there are no luxurious pastimes that can make Mrs. Zun smile, I can only wronged the lady for the time being, presumably Sir I, you can best understand my 'hardship'?" "
The yin and yang strange energy in his words almost overflowed.
Jorah's heart sank suddenly, and the bitterness spread in her throat like bile.
How could he not hear Liu Qian's voice?
A few days in prison gave him a clearer understanding of his past self.
Linnis's arrogant temperament, as well as his own blind connivance and pandering to her, is the source of all suffering.
In order to allow her to enjoy the luxury of the old town on the cold and barren Bear Island, he exhausted Kumashima's meager savings, squeezed out the blood and sweat of the people, and was finally forced to take risks to sell slaves...
He closed his eyes in pain, and after a moment he forcibly suppressed his churning emotions and looked at Liu Qian again.
At this time, he noticed more clearly the youth of the person in front of him, as well as the depth that did not match his age.
"The sword on your waist ....." Jora's eyes fell on Liu Qian's sword, examining it with the instinctive instinct of a warrior, "Is it Valyrian steel?" "
"Zheng-" With a clear dragon roar, the long sword was unsheathed in response.
The cold light instantly filled the cell, and the ripples flowing on the sword glowed mysteriously under the torch.
Jorah held her breath instantly.
"How could you have a Valyrian steel sword of such quality?" Jora's brows twisted into pimples, and the mystery of the oriental youth in front of her became even stronger.
"Is this sword good?" An elusive smile curled up on the corner of Liu Qian's mouth, "What if I tell you that the soldiers who fought against the pirates that day, the red bronze armor on their bodies, and the steel swords they held in their hands were all made of Valyrian steel? "
Jorah's pupils contracted suddenly.
In the naval battle that day, the unusually strong, uniquely shiny armor and sharp weapons in the hands of those silent warriors had shocked him.
He instinctively resisted this absurd statement: "Impossible, how can there be so much Valyrian steel in this world?" Unless you sack the ruins of Valyria. "
Jorah didn't know that he had told the truth by mistake.
"Sir Jorah," Liu Qian suddenly changed the subject, his voice with strange penetrating power, "Have you ever experienced some kind of subversive change in your life?" I don't mean the slave trade incident, or being in prison at the moment, but waking up and suddenly finding that I am in a completely strange world with very different rules? "
Jorah was startled and shook her head blankly.
"Then your experience is just a 'coincidence'." Liu Qian's smile was meaningful, "This world is far beyond your imagination..." He seemed to be expounding the truth of a universe.
"But what does this have to do with Valyrian steel..." Jora eagerly wanted to ask.
"That's all for now."
Liu Qian turned his wrist, and the long sword slipped into the scabbard accurately, moving neatly and neatly, interrupting Jora's words.
"It's time to get down to business, sir. As a prisoner, you must have speculated in your heart - why did I arrest you? Why did you keep your life? "
Jorah was silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "It's nothing more than a ransom, this pirate's deed, it's nothing more than that." "
Liu Qian almost laughed out loud, he held back and shook his head: "Big mistake, your bear island, besides those black bears and frozen soil, what else is worth worrying about?" I want it."
He stared at Jora's eyes and said word by word, "You are working for me." "
Jora's face changed drastically, as if she had been greatly insulted, and said sarcastically: "Let a knight who has been smeared with the Seven Sacred Oils serve you, a foreigner of unknown origin?" If I had truly turned my back on the way of chivalry, and without Ed Stark using his 'ice' to execute me, my father would have cut me in half with his family heirloom sword 'Long Claw'. "
"You don't want to hear it, what do I need you to do?" Liu Qian's tone was calm.
"No matter what you ask me to do, it's better to kill me now." Jorah is decisive.
The gentleness on Liu Qian's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a cold: "You should have said this a long time ago, and I don't have to be 'polite' to Ms. Linnis in every way." "
"If you dare to move a finger of Linnis, I will kill you!" Jorah was like an enraged trapped beast, slamming herself in front of the iron fence, her eyes red, and her fists clenched.
Liu Qian laughed in his heart, and he knew that Jola's weakness was women.
"Tsk tsk," he shook his head slightly, his tone playful, "Sir Jorah, your love for Lady Linis has moved the gods, let's make a deal, how about it?" "
He took a step forward, through the iron bar, his voice low but full of unquestionable power, "I guarantee the absolute safety and comfort of Lady Linis here, as long as she is safe and secure, and you, as my mercenary knight, serve me, and I will pay you a generous commission so that you can dignify your wife, after all...
He paused deliberately, his eyes piercing into Jorah's heart like an ice pick, "You don't want your lady, the noble Lady Linnes Hightower, to suffer even the slightest 'grievance' in this pirate's den, right? "
Liu Qian's words were more like a discussion and more like a threat.
Jorah's face was distorted with extreme anger and humiliation, and the veins pulsated in the horns of her front.
The words of refusal rushed to his mouth, but it was like being choked by an invisible hand.
Linis's face was crying in horror and the horrific conditions that could be suffered in this barbaric land, and countless images were churning in his mind.
He stared at Liu Qian, his chest rising and falling violently, as if he was fighting with invisible shackles.
All that remained in the prison was the crackling of torches and his heavy gasps.
After a long time, as if exhausting all her strength, Jorah lowered her head and let out a sigh as heavy as a boulder falling to the ground: "As long as you can ensure Linis's safety... I... Works for you. "
Every word seems to be squeezed out of between the teeth, full of unwillingness and bitterness.
"Wise choice." Liu Qian's face reappeared with that controlling smile, and he clapped his palm gently, "Don't worry, I am a trustworthy person." Of course, the premise is that the other party will not tear up the agreement first. "
The warning hidden in his words was heard clearly by Jorah.
"I need you to train me an army, an army that can really be used for conquest." Liu Qian turned to the topic and said in a serious tone, "You see, my people have captured this place and captured many people." But how to forge this rabble of pirates into usable blades, and how to command them in battle... I need your experience and ability. "
Jorah raised her head suddenly, her eyes flashing with shock and a hint of imperceptible vigilance: "Train the army, what do you want to do? Annexing the entire Shijie Islands? The land here is as barren as a dog gnawing, and has no ruling value, or ..."
His sharp gaze seemed to penetrate Liu Qian, "Do you want to emulate the 'Nine Copper Plate King' and use this as a springboard to get involved in Westeros and realize your greater ambitions?" "
Having a good aristocratic education, he instantly realized something.
Liu Qian shook his head, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a contemptuous arc: "Nine Copper Plate Kings? That's just a joke mocked by history. "
He said no more, turned around and walked towards the prison door, and the dim light stretched his departing back very long.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Jorah's unwilling voice asked behind her.
Liu Qian's footsteps did not pause at all, leaving only one sentence echoing in the humid air:
"You'll naturally know later."
The heavy door slowly closed, locking Jorah Mormont's face of humiliation, anger and worry back into the flickering fire and deep darkness.