The members of the mission exchanged glances in astonishment, doubting their ears.
The smile on Littlefinger's face froze for half a second, and a trace of light quickly passed through the depths of his eyes.
So easy?
Liu Qian took in the expressions of the crowd and said with a smile: "My words are not finished yet." "
The people of the mission were stunned.
He tilted his head slightly.
Mei Zuo, who was standing on the side, slowly pulled out a thick roll of parchment from his wide sleeve robe, and then handed it down the steps expressionlessly.
Duke Edd took a step forward, stretched out his hand with a sword calloon, and took the scroll.
Get cold with it.
He untied the tether and slowly unfolded it, making a dry rubbing sound from the parchment.
His eyes fell on the dense, ink-stained clauses, and after only a few lines, the already serious long face instantly turned pale.
His muscles were tense, his palms trembled uncontrollably, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the scroll turned white from the force.
The Seven Kingdoms paid one million golden dragons as compensation for the unprovoked attack on Bloodstone Island.
"—The Seven Kingdoms ceded the islands of Ismun and Tass and their dependent territorial waters." "
"The Seven Kingdoms must be exempted from tariffs on all goods in the Shijie Islands for a period of 30 years."
There are hundreds of them.
Between the lines, they are asking for gold, land, and trade privileges.
Where is this peace agreement?
It was clearly written with the humiliation of the defeated in the city.
"Agree to these conditions, and we will usher in the dawn of peace."
Liu Qian's voice floated down from the high platform, with a hint of laziness.
Hearing this, Duke Ed's face turned from pale to blue.
He raised his gray eyes that were precipitated with the cold ice of the northern border, and stared at the oriental man on the gorgeous bench.
A cold fury churned in his chest, almost breaking through the shackles of his throat.
Is this not just a lion's mouth?
This is to peel the skin and bones of the Seven Kingdoms alive!
Petyr Berisi slid to him like a silent eel, his gray-green eyes swiftly sweeping over several key entries on the scroll.
The corner of Littlefinger's mouth still had that narrow smile, but the muscles at his cheekbones were twitching imperceptibly.
The expression under that smile was unpredictable, as if countless possibilities and costs were calculated in an instant.
The heavy sheepskin scroll passed in the hands of the mission's members like a red-hot soldering iron.
"Hissing one by one"
"The gods are above!"
"This is blackmail! Naked blackmail! "
"A million golden dragons? Did he think gold grew from a tree? "
"Ceding islands? If we agree, Your Majesty will be the first to cut off our heads!" "
The sound of gasping, suppressed low roars, and uncontrollable curses of anger spread throughout the hall.
Staver Lannister from the West had a heavy face, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed the sword belt around his waist.
Horace and the Hobber Redwin brothers of Qingting Island exchanged horrified glances.
Count Harman Ule of Dorn squinted his snake-like eyes, his eyes dark.
Duke Ed took a deep breath, and the air seemed to smell of rust and humiliation.
He used all his sense of honor to barely suppress the urge to draw his sword, forced himself to calm down, and his voice was a little hoarse due to suppressed anger:
"Master Wizard....
He used the title again, in a tone like the biting cold wind of the north: "These conditions... The Seven Kingdoms are absolutely impossible to accept! Even if Aegon the Conqueror is reincarnated, in the face of such a request, he can only meet by soldiers! "
He straightened his spine.
Liu Qian just shrugged his shoulders indifferently, he didn't think that the other party would accept it at all.
"Then don't talk about it."
His eyes swept over the angry faces below: "I guess there are only a few decent ships left in the fleet of King's Landing, right? If the Seven Kingdoms are stingy in meeting my demands in a peaceful way... I will personally go to the coastline of Westeros to fight for what we deserve. "
Duke Ed's heart sank suddenly.
Dragon.
There is also the fleet that roams the Stone Steps Islands.
The Seven Kingdoms may be able to cope on land with their wide depth and heavy crossbows on the city walls.
But on the narrow sea, facing the flame-breathing demon dragon, they had no chance of winning.
A deep sense of powerlessness gripped him.
At this moment, a mellow voice broke the ice.
A stout man in a dark green velvet robe embroidered with gold roses squeezed out of the crowd, his well-maintained round face full of smiles, but deep under his eyes hidden shrewdness and anxiety.
He bowed slightly, and the fat on his stomach trembled slightly under his tights: "Dear Sir, I am Garth Tyrell, the Chief of the High Court, who has come to beg you to allow us to redeem the nobles of the Bend Land who have unfortunately been captured. "
He was the uncle of the Duke of Metz, the "stout" Garth, who was known for his good offices and careful calculations in the bend.
He came this time with representatives of Hightower and the Redwin family, and his first task was to ensure that the captured and priceless noble lords in the river bend could return alive.
Liu Qian had a smile on his face: "Of course, the nobles and knights of the Seven Kingdoms, as long as you are willing to pay the ransom, you can redeem it at any time." "
"It's just that the amount of ransom is up to me."
The hearts of the members of the mission just lifted a little, and then sank violently.
Could it be again: :
Mezzo took out another piece of equally heavy parchment from his robe and handed it to Garth Tyrell's trembling hand. Garth unfolded the scroll and only glanced at it twice, and the smile on his face quickly melted like snow in the sun, replaced by a piece of ashes.
The names listed above and the numbers behind them are simply an open robbery of the wealth of the river bend.
A most ordinary knight, the ransom is as high as a thousand gold dragons,
The children of aristocrats with a little status moved two or three thousand.
And when he saw the words "Garan Tyrell's ransom is worth ten thousand gold dragons", Garth only felt that his eyes darkened, and his hand holding the parchment trembled violently uncontrollably.
He had already regretted taking on this errand, and Lady Olenna and the Duke of Metz sent him here as an uncle and chief to bring back all the nobles who were closely related to the Tyrell family.
However, his brother, Maureen Tyrell, is dead, and Garland wants a ransom of 10,000 golden dragons.
The other nobles are only a lot more.
Moreover, this is not counting the soldiers of the river bend.
The high court is rich, but it can't withstand such a knocking of bones and marrow. What's even more terrifying is that the other party's fearless and non-negotiable attitude makes any bargaining seem powerless.
Garth could already imagine Lady Orena's cold eyes staring at him.