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Having stored the Valyrian steel armor, Jon began to flip through Euron's manuscripts.
Since the Valyrian Freehold was powerful because of magic, and since magic was real in this world, Jon would not ignore or discard the power of magic.
However, Euron's manuscripts were filled with various symbolic sentences and messy symbols, making them extremely difficult to read. Coupled with the poor lighting, after reading for a while, Jon temporarily put them away.
Wait until I learn about the East from those warlocks, then I'll kill them. That way I can also get some magical abilities. Thinking of this, Jon suddenly discovered an inconspicuous vertical passage in this laboratory or study. He went down this pitch-black passage to the cargo hold below the deck again and found that there was another layer below the cargo hold where the prisoners were kept.
Jon went down to the bottom hold with the lantern and found the air here was ridiculously humid. The air was filled with a smell of decay.
This smell even had a sickly sweet feeling. Jon held his breath immediately. He calculated that he could last about five or six minutes. Once he found something wrong, he would evacuate immediately.
The light of the lantern in his hand could only illuminate about one-fifth of the place. He had to inch forward bit by bit.
Suddenly, a squelching wet sound appeared ahead at some point, like lovers kissing.
However, when Jon saw clearly what was in front of him, he only felt his hair stand on end, as if a chill had drilled directly into his bones.
It was a tree! A tree growing wriggling flesh and blood, more than a man's height.
There was a twisted and painful face on this tree, crying tears of blood incessantly.
Jon suppressed the shock in his heart and forced himself to calm down.
Only then did he realize that this tree looked a bit like the weirwood in Winterfell. Its shape actually resembled the Iron Throne in King's Landing very much. There was actually a seat-like space on it, seemingly able to accommodate a person sitting there.
Moreover, this fleshy weirwood shaped like a throne used branches to imitate the spikes of the Iron Throne.
There was a corpse impaled on every spike. At the very top were exactly seven corpses: the bearded Father, only his beard was sparse; the merciful Mother, only her body was tattered; the Maiden representing purity, yet she was naked and even posed in a lewd posture—judging from the characteristics of the corpses, they actually resembled the Seven Gods very much! But they were humiliated with opposite characteristics.
What a blasphemy!
Although Jon didn't believe in the Seven Gods himself, his overall attitude was one of "respectful distance."
Euron's approach was like provoking the gods.
Jon continued to observe and found that a little further down there were other strange corpses—the upper body was human, the lower body was a fishtail; growing a goat's head but having a human body.
Jon slowly retreated from this bottommost cabin. He decided that after returning to Highgarden, he would move the things off the ship and then burn the whole ship!
Suddenly Jon felt several ships sailing towards him. Through the raven, he saw the shape of the sails and the patterns on them. Sure enough, they were warships of House Tyrell.
Jon walked to the bow and shouted loudly at the Tyrell ships.
Awoooo— Ghost beside him howled at the sky at the right time. The wolf howl obviously traveled farther and had more penetrating power than the human voice.
A dozen ships quickly adjusted their direction and rushed towards the Silence.
Soon the Silence was surrounded by a dozen ships. Garlan and Loras stood at the bow, wishing they could grow wings and fly over.
And when they saw Jon actually standing on the Silence, they thought their eyes were playing tricks on them.
He... he actually caught up with the sailing ship using a fishing boat!
Oberyn just felt dumbfounded. Originally, he had the idea of competing with Jon in martial arts, but now he completely dispelled this thought.
If a person possessed absolute strength and stamina, then even the most exquisite martial arts would be meaningless.
"Jon! Jon! Is that you?!" Loras asked loudly.
"It's me. Don't worry, Lady Alerie is not in danger. It's just that Euron ran away."
Hearing that his mother was safe, Loras breathed a sigh of relief.
And Garlan, who rushed over with him, hurriedly pulled his squire over: "Quick! Go back and tell my father quickly that Mother has been rescued."
"Yes, Ser."
The squire nodded repeatedly like a hen pecking at insects. For a squire, delivering good news to the master was also a reward, and he would likely receive a tangible reward.
Soon, Loras and the others boarded the Silence. Almost as soon as they boarded the ship, they had a very uncomfortable feeling.
But the two Tyrell brothers, eager to save their mother, didn't care and followed Jon to Euron's room.
Garlan picked up his mother horizontally and carried her away. Jon asked Sandor to carry Falia back as well.
"Jon, why did that adventurer snatch this bastard girl?" Oberyn asked, the respect revealed in his words very clear.
This respect was not of status, not of honor or morality, but from the soul and instinct.
Completely because Oberyn realized what a formidable individual Jon was.
"Maybe because she has Blackfyre or Targaryen blood." Jon explained: "Wasn't there a Targaryen princess who married into your family? I think you should be careful too, Prince."
"Yes, Daenerys Targaryen. That was almost a hundred years ago. If anyone dares to target House Martell, I will chase him to the ends of the earth." Oberyn raised his head and said quite proudly.
Jon smiled and said nothing. The sailing ship moved slowly, and everyone prepared to return.
A faint light appeared in the distant sky. Euron's black ship was like a captive in ropes and shackles, escorted by Tyrell warships to the port.
Passing ships consciously moved to both sides of the waterway, making way for this murderous fleet.
Lady Alerie and Falia were properly settled. Although the two were still in a coma, the accompanying Maester said their lives were not in danger.
"Jon, I—I—"
In front of Jon, Loras choked up and couldn't speak. Proud since childhood, he didn't know how to express gratitude.
And his feelings were even more complicated. Ever since Jon attacked the West, Loras didn't think highly of him; that disdain was even written on his face.
However, Jon didn't take past events to heart and risked his life to save Alerie, which moved him, the biological son, immensely.
"Alright, alright," Jon smiled and patted Loras on the shoulder. "Now that Margaery has become my wife, I will treat Lady Alerie as my mother. You, Loras, you will be my brother from now on!"
"Mm! I am your brother! If anyone dares to say you are a bastard, I will duel him."
Jon smiled somewhat helplessly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Oberyn behind him also shaking his head with a smile.
Fair enough. Crude words, but the sentiment is true.
"Jon, from now on your enemies are my enemies. As long as you need me, I will fight side by side with you on the battlefield." Garlan also said with a serious face.
Jon found that in an emergency, Garlan's brain began to overclock, and even his logic of speaking became much clearer.
"Of course, we are family." Jon also said with a smile.
Oberyn on the side couldn't help but think that Highgarden marrying Margaery to Jon was really not a loss. At least for the next few decades or even longer, there was no need to worry about conflicts and friction with the West.
To express his gratitude, Oberyn had people carry Ghost on a stretcher. It could be seen that this direwolf also contributed a lot to the rescue operation.
He was even thinking about whether to raise one himself.
Before long, the ships returned to the port. Considering that Euron used his ship to ram through the ships blocking him to escape before, the chains tied to the Silence were still not untied, and there were even forty or fifty sailors on each ship responsible for guarding it.
Loras ordered people to watch the Silence carefully, stating that it was Jon's trophy, and no one was allowed to board the Silence without orders.
The group returned to Highgarden. Mace, eager to see his wife, was looking out directly at the castle gate, and his son Willas accompanied him.
Willas didn't even sit in his wheelchair but stood waiting with a cane.
When everyone arrived, Mace's visibly stout body showed unprecedented agility: "Alerie, my most beloved rose, what happened to you, Alerie!" Mace's anxious voice came from the carriage, and Willas on the side also hurriedly looked at Jon.
Only when Jon indicated that Alerie was fine and just fainted temporarily did the father and son breathe a sigh of relief.
However, Jon didn't intend to let Mace "off the hook" just like that. If he had said earlier that Euron also gave a special lamp, wouldn't this whole thing have been avoided?
Jon asked with a serious face: "My Lord Duke, Euron also gave Mother-in-law a lamp. Why didn't you tell me?
If we had thrown that damn lamp away earlier, maybe this kind of thing wouldn't have happened today."
"I—" Mace, holding his wife, said somewhat guiltily: "I didn't know, I didn't know a lamp actually, a lamp actually—" Mace lowered his head, ashamed beyond measure, like a child who made a mistake, not even daring to look at Jon and Willas.
Especially when Jon addressed him as "My Lord Duke," he knew the other party must be very angry.
"What lamp? Jon, what lamp?" Willas on the side was still confused and knew nothing.
Jon briefly told him the whole story. Willas also looked at Mace with a look of "hating iron for not becoming steel."
Finally, he had to sigh and say to Mace: "Father, I know you must have done this out of love for Mother, but next time this kind of thing must be made known to us, okay?"
Facing his eldest son's gentle criticism, Mace nodded. When he learned that his wife would recover as long as the lamp was destroyed, he clamored to smash it with his own hands.