Game of Thrones: The Road to Pirate King

Chapter 92 Professional Relocation Team

If the battle showcased the Iron People's bravery, then their subsequent actions vividly demonstrated another core skill they inherited from the "Ancient Path"—efficient, thorough, and ruthless plundering.

In Euron's words, "When it comes to moving—we Ironmen are professionals."

King Coron and Euron's orders were carried out without fail. The entire Green Pavilion Island, especially the core area of ​​House Redwyn, was instantly transformed into a massive, well-organized "relocation" site. The Ironborn warriors seemed to have transformed into a swarm of tireless worker ants, with clear division of labor and each performing their duties, carrying out an extremely ruthless transfer of wealth.

This was by no means a chaotic looting spree. Under the command of their respective leaders, the looting became extremely efficient, and every step, from division of labor, packing, transportation, recording, to loading onto the ships, was carried out in an orderly manner.

The Redwin family's generations-old gold and silver treasures were the primary target. The vault doors were smashed open with axe hammers, and chests of gold dragons, silver moons, various jeweled goblets, jewelry, and utensils were quickly inventoried (though crudely) and registered (in their own way), before being carried onto the ships by the strongest warriors. Every coin meant more warships, better weapons, and richer rewards.

The cellars became a primary focus, not only for the Redwyn family's prized wine stock, but also for the fine wines still aging in barrels. These were carefully rolled out and transported one barrel after another to the longship via a human-powered conveyor belt. These wines, known as "liquid gold," were no less valuable than real gold and silver, and they handled their spoils with surprising care, especially the wines that might end up in their own mouths.

The confiscated weapons and equipment, along with the armory, were completely looted. Whether it was brand-new swords and armor, well-maintained bows and arrows, or even heavy javelins and shields, everything the Iron Citizens could use or thought could be sold was packed up and taken away. This would not only arm themselves but also weaken the enemy's future resistance. Damaged items were also not wasted; now that the Iron Citizens had their own blacksmiths, they could be melted down and reforged into weapons for attacking.

The scope of the looting far exceeded traditional treasures; large quantities of grain, cloth, and spices were taken from the warehouses. Even more astonishingly, nothing was spared—not even pots and pans, or knives and forks made of metal and of any value. The Iron Islands were barren, and any useful resource was worth taking; furniture, carpets, and even some exquisite door and window decorations were dismantled and carried away.

The phrase "almost completely emptied" is no exaggeration. After the Ironborn's departure, the Redwyn family's castle and key strongholds were left as if swarmed by locusts, leaving only empty shells that couldn't be moved and a pile of rubble. Their wealth accumulated over hundreds of years was completely drained in a short period of time.

This disaster did not limit itself to the Redwin family. With Euron's "invitation" and Coron's tacit approval, the Ironborn's plundering hands reached out to all the noble families on Greenwood Isle. Their castles and manors were also "professionally" visited.

These family members survived—the Iron Islands needed hostages for ransom, or at least didn't want to provoke a desperate resistance before their evacuation. However, all the wealth they had accumulated over generations was also completely looted by the Ironborn. Vaults, cellars,

None of the storage rooms escaped unscathed.

As the last batch of longships, laden to the deepest point of the waterline, slowly sailed away from Starfish Harbor, the island of Green Pavilion left behind was a completely hollowed-out shell. Wealth, fine wine, artisans, and even everyday items were swept away. This "relocation" of the Iron Islands was not merely a military victory, but a devastating plundering of the enemy's economic foundation and cultural symbols, causing damage far more lasting and profound than a simple massacre.

They truly succeeded: people could stay, but nothing but their lives.

Ironborn had far more experience than Euron in looting, so he didn't bother with that and instead turned his attention to another, more special and precious type of "loot".

Euron gave an order that seemed strange to the rugged Ironborn, but it was consistent with his previous words and actions: "Take away all their books." He emphasized to the captains in charge of clearing the castle, "Every roll of parchment, every bound volume, whether it is history, geography, agronomy, or poetry and novels, even account books and letters, as long as there is writing on it, pack it all up and take it away, not a single one should be left out."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the warriors who might be looking puzzled, before adding a cold yet insightful remark: "Knowledge, too, is a power. And often, it is a more enduring and deadly power than swords."

"And another thing," he continued, "find the scholars who serve the Redwyn family, and any learned artisans on the island—especially those skilled in shipbuilding, brewing, or even farming. Find them and 'invite' them aboard our ship."

He deliberately used the word "please," but the underlying threat was unmistakable. He looked at the leader in charge and explained, as if teaching them a new philosophy of plunder: "The minds of maesters may contain things more valuable than maps of the treasury—the climate patterns of Green Pavilion Island, the secrets of grape cultivation, the unique techniques of winemaking, even the ways of dealing with merchant guilds around the world. This knowledge is the true cornerstone of the Redwyn family's immense wealth. They can earn more gold. But taking away the minds that carry on knowledge is what truly severs their roots."

Not far away, Rodrik Harlow, the "scholar" who was supervising the inventory of supplies, heard Euron's order. This man, perhaps the only one in the entire Iron Islands who could truly understand the deeper meaning behind Euron's actions, involuntarily put down his pen.

He watched as the Ironborn warriors carefully (though their movements were still rough) carried out box after box of heavy crates filled with books, his eyes filled with an undisguised, burning envy. To him, a bibliophile, the Redwin family's collection of books, accumulated over generations, was worth even more than the box of gleaming gold coins beside them. He watched with almost obsessive fascination as the books were carried away, as if they were priceless treasures.

Euron noticed Rodrik's gaze. He walked over, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

"You really want it?" he asked casually.

Rodrik took a deep breath, trying to remain calm, but the longing in his eyes was undisguised: "No true scholar could resist such a treasure, Lord Euron."

Euron chuckled softly. "Rest assured, Lord Rodrik. These books will be well-preserved once they are returned to Park City. I grant you permission to consult them at any time." He made a promise, more like a favor and an exchange. "Moreover, after I have studied the interesting parts, perhaps we can exchange our insights, or even exchange some of our own books."

This was undoubtedly fantastic news for Rodrik. He immediately bowed deeply, his voice filled with unprecedented excitement: "I am deeply grateful, Lord Euron! This is a reward more precious than any golden dragon!"