Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 99: War breaks out again
"His Majesty!!"

Ned was interrupted as the lookout cried out, "Twelve heavy Dromon warships spotted ahead! They're retreating!"

"What battleship?"

Robert turned abruptly, squinting his eyes as he gazed out at the distant sea. He saw twelve massive warships preparing to slip away, their sails silhouetted against the moonlight.

"Why are they running?" Robert ignored Ned's hesitation and ran to the bow, shouting, "Chase them! Full speed ahead!"

The war drums sounded, and the boatswain ordered the rowers to quickly adjust the direction. Robert's fleet was like a group of bloodthirsty hyenas, surrounding the twelve heavy Dromen warships.

The warships tried to speed up, but Robert's fleet was chasing them closely and had already caught up with them. When they realized that there was no hope of breaking out, two flags were slowly raised on the masts.

On one side is the golden rose of House Tyrell, and on the other side are purple grapes on a blue background, the color of House Redwyne.

Ned couldn't help but frown. "Warships from the Arbor? Not merchant ships? What are they doing here?"

"Ha! Tyrell's lackeys!" Robert snorted coldly, a sinister smile appearing on his lips. "In the name of the king, order them to stop their ships, or they will be thrown into the sea to feed the fish!"

Soon, the soldiers tied the ship firmly with grappling ropes, lowered the bridge, and invited the commanders of Qingting Island to Robert's new flagship.

Lord Paxter Redwyne and Ser Martius Rowan stood on the deck, both looking unhappy.

Paxter, a slender, sagging-shouldered man with only a few wisps of orange hair on his bald head, was Lord of the Arbor, brother-in-law of Mace Tyrell, and commander of the fleet.

During the Rebellion of the Usurper, he was loyal to the Targaryen family. During the Siege of Storm's End, his fleet blocked the waterway from the sea and besieged Storm's End with Mace, almost starving Robert's brother to death.

After the fall of the Targaryen family, he turned to Robert for allegiance.

Matus was Paxter's brother-in-law, a stocky, clean-shaven man who wore a white doublet with the Rowan tree crest embroidered in gold on the chest.

Paxter Redwyne bowed slightly and saluted: "Your Majesty, it is a pleasant surprise to meet you in a foreign country..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Robert said in a deep voice, "Tell me, why are you here?"

Paxter hesitated, glanced at Matus, and sighed helplessly: "We are here on the orders of the Lord Protector of the South, and we are going to use 500,000 gold dragons to redeem the second son of the Tyrell family, Garlan Tyrell.

Your Majesty, Lord Mace cannot lose his children, especially my nephew Garlan, who is an important heir to the family."

Matus added, "Furthermore, we need to reopen trade routes. Trade with Pentos has been interrupted for a long time, which has affected the wine exports of Qingting Island. By the way, I also hope to discuss trade matters with the new Speaker."

As the words fell, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Ned had an expression of disbelief on his face, while Robert's face instantly turned from red to purple, and then from purple to black.

"Fuck! Five hundred thousand gold royals?" Robert's voice was like thunder. "You idiots!"

I'm afraid you'll be scared to death if I tell you this, there are still ten battleships, Paxter said in his heart.

"Ser Garlan is an important member of House Tyrell. Highgarden will never abandon him. That's why I must go personally."

Robert exuded a terrifying murderous aura and gnashed his teeth, saying, "Don't you think this is aiding the enemy?" A drop of cold sweat oozed from Matus's forehead. "Your Majesty, we only wanted to redeem Garlan. We have no other intentions. We didn't even know that a war was going on here..."

"fart!"

Robert slammed his hammer down on the deck like an enraged stag, sending wood chips flying everywhere. Paxter and Matus were startled and took a step back.

"You actually used gold royals to buy Tyrell's cub instead of supporting me? You are not only aiding the enemy, but also committing treason!"

He turned abruptly, his eyes sweeping across the nobles and generals on the deck, and spoke in a thunderous voice: "From now on, these twelve warships are officially assigned to the royal fleet!
Paxter Redwyne, Matus Rowan, after the war, you two will follow me back to King's Landing!"

Paxter's face changed drastically: "Your Majesty, we are all your loyal subjects!"

Robert sneered repeatedly, "A loyal subject would betray his country?"

"Your Majesty!" Matus shouted hurriedly, "We won't be able to explain to the High Court if you do this!"

"What can Highgarden do to me?" Robert's rage completely exploded. He grabbed the collars of the two men, one in each hand, and shouted, "Tell Mace that I, Robert, am the master of the Seven Kingdoms!"

He pushed the two men aside, looked at his officers, and shouted an order: "No retreat! Take these twelve heavy dromen, plus the remaining medium warships, and attack Pentos with all your forces. I will pay for Rahalo's blood debt with blood!"

...

In the attic of the inn, sunlight streamed in through the narrow windows, and dust swirled.

Arya stood barefoot on the ground, wearing a loose linen shirt, holding a sewing needle in her hand, standing sideways, with her left hand behind her back and her right hand holding a sword forward, which was the starting gesture of the water dance.

"No, no, no." Syrio shook his head, swung his wooden sword into a flower pattern, and performed a standard movement. "You've forgotten the first lesson again."

"I haven't forgotten!" Arya protested, but she adjusted her stance and stepped forward with her left foot. "Still as water!"

"As still as stone!" Syrio corrected. "Only by understanding the heaviness of stone can one move with lightness! Remember, fear cuts deeper than a sword!"

Arya curled her lips and made a distracted gesture. Ever since she saw her father's sword hanging in the Temple of Sea God, she hadn't felt at ease.

The hotel owner was making seafood fried rice, and a spicy smell wafted up from downstairs. She used to be able to finish three large plates, but now she just felt that the spiciness was too pungent.

"I know what you're thinking about." Syrio put down his wooden sword, filled a glass of water from the jar under the window, and handed it to her. "You're thinking about your father."

Arya held the cup and sat back on the bed. "Teacher Syrio, are you sure our father is not dead?"

"I'm sure, but I'm also sure that if you can't dance well, you can't help him." Syrio tapped her head with his wooden sword. "Focus on the present, kitten."

Arya was about to retort when a loud rumbling noise suddenly came from outside the window, followed by the sound of horns and war drums one after another. Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she jumped up and rushed to the window.

"The fighting has started again!" she exclaimed, looking at the black smoke rising from the harbor not far away. "Has the royal fleet not left yet? We have to go check it out!"

(End of this chapter)