Game of Thrones: The Road to Pirate King

Chapter 454 The Tower of Sighs - The Temple of Immortality

The trip to the Tower of Sighs was actually much simpler and more relaxed than Euron and Lisa had anticipated.

The leader of this fearsome assassin organization was an unremarkable-looking man sitting behind a simple wooden table.

He was dressed plainly and had a reserved demeanor, as if he were just a clerk managing accounts.

Upon seeing Euron and Lisa enter, he calmly rose, showing neither obsequiousness nor fear, and introduced himself: "Alvis Daniels. Your presence is a great honor to the Tower of Sighs."

Euron and Lisa exchanged a glance, both seeing the same message in each other's eyes.

Daniels?

This surname is very familiar.

He nodded slightly and said something with a complex meaning: "Thank you both for your past care and consideration."

Euron smiled, genuinely surprised.

The organization's leader turned out to be Castor Daniels, with whom he had traveled for three years, and Victoria Dan, whose assassination attempt had failed—

Niels' father?

You Lun laughed and said, "Their styles of doing things seem quite different from those of the Regretful Guest."

A complex, indescribable smile crept onto Alves Daniels's face—the expression of a father, not a killer leader. He shook his head slightly and said, "They—were never the ones who regretted their fate."

His voice lowered, carrying the deepest expectation shared by all parents: "No father would want his children to do the same thing as him. I have never allowed them to become regretful, and they have never joined any organization."

With Castor Daniels and Victoria Daniels as topics of conversation, the three enjoyed their meeting very much.

But it was all just casual conversation; not a single word was mentioned about the issues between the assassin organization and the future queen and Qarth, as if the issues never existed.

At the end of the meeting, Alves Daniels stood up, his expression becoming extremely solemn, as if reciting an ancient oath: "Lord Euron, Lady Lisa. We, the Regretful Ones, were founded by the former chief swordsman of King Qarth. Our roots are always firmly planted in the blood of the royal family." He looked calmly at Lisa, "The core meaning of our existence has always been to serve the King and Queen. It's just that for a thousand years, Qarth has had neither a King nor a Queen."

Alves paused, then said firmly, "Therefore, the Queen is someone we protect, not someone we assassinate. Any contract against the Queen will be considered invalid and blasphemous in the Tower of Sighs."

Finally, Alves placed his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly to Lisa, and made a statement far exceeding their expectations: "We are willing, after Her Majesty's ascension to the throne, to relinquish our status as regretful guests and become the sharpest sword in your hand!"

This is undoubtedly a pleasant surprise!

As they exited the Tower of Sighs, Lisa and Euron exchanged a glance, both seeing satisfaction in each other's eyes.

This mission not only eliminated a potentially enormous threat but also secured the loyalty of a long-established, disciplined, and highly capable organization. This sword, hidden in the shadows, once unsheathed, will become the most terrifying force in defending the new monarchy.

After their meeting with the Regretful Guest, the two arrived at the Temple of Immortality.

The palace where the sorcerers of Qarth resided was distinctly different from the luxurious style of other buildings in the city.

The Temple of Immortality is nothing more than a gray ancient ruin. It is long and low, without any towers or windows, winding and crawling on the ground like a huge, lifeless stone serpent, silently coiling in a strange forest where the bark is as black as charcoal.

The roof of the main hall is covered with black tiles, but many of them have fallen or broken due to the erosion of time, revealing the dark void beneath. The mortar between the stones in the walls is also mostly dry and cracked, as if it could completely collapse at any moment, yet it stands stubbornly with an irrational resilience.

As they approached this ancient and silent realm, a figure was already waiting in front of the palace.

It was none other than the sorcerer Paiya Boli, whom he had previously encountered at the gathering of the Thirteen Giants. He stood there quietly, draped in a deep purple robe that seemed to absorb light, like a strange plant growing from ruins.

Upon seeing Euron and Lisa, he stepped forward and waited for and received them in front of the palace.

"Following the ancient covenant, the Temple of Immortality opens to the future king." His voice was deep, echoing before the desolate ruins, carrying a formulaic reverence. "Please follow me."

The sorcerer Paiya Puli stopped at the entrance to the ruins, his voice like wind blowing through a crack: "My lords, you must enter the temple alone. Once inside, you must always go up, and always use the right-hand door."

Euron didn't hesitate and stepped into the entrance that seemed to devour light first. Lisa and her pet Salome waited outside the hall.

The hall was not ordinary darkness, but rather filled with dark illusions, with whispers and twisted shadows writhing at the edges, attempting to confuse the minds of intruders.

Euron's black eyes could see through all illusions; these illusions were nothing to him. Following the guidance, he easily passed through layers of deception and entered the innermost room of the immortals.

The room was dark, with almost no light source.

A massive, long stone table filled the center of the room. Above the table, suspended in mid-air, was a human heart.

It was rotten and swollen, bluish-green in color, exuding the aura of death, yet it still throbbed. With each throb, it emitted a deep, unsettling vibrato, followed by a burst of deep blue light that briefly illuminated its surroundings.

Those beings known as the Immortals sat around the stone table. Their flesh was withered and shrunken, clinging to their bones, their skin an unnatural, full bluish-purple. They did not breathe, their chests remained still, like statues long dead, yet they could display illusions and speak, "living" in an inhuman way.

However, when Euron gazed at them, preparing to accept the so-called prophecy, he saw nothing. There was only emptiness before him, not even a fragment of illusion had formed.

"Shouldn't this place provide some answers?" Euron asked, his voice unusually clear in the deathly silent room.

The immortals were silent for a moment, their thoughts flowing into Euron's mind like a cold stream: "Your power—"

You have transcended the power of this place. The threads of fate tangled around you, only to be severed by your own hands—we cannot see your future.

Euron sighed upon hearing this, somewhat disappointed, yet seemingly accepting. He said calmly, "My wife, the future Queen Qarthlisa, will be entering in a moment. You—must be friendly."

The oppressive aura that transcended life, death, and prophecy caused the immortals' blue-purple heads to droop slightly.

Their response was uniform, imbued with ancient reverence: "As you command."