Undoubtedly, negotiating with Tywin Lannister, who was serious, stubborn, old-fashioned, and full of old-fashioned aristocratic supremacy was never easy, let alone pleasant.

However, Zhang Cheng finally reluctantly reached a secret agreement with him, and as for the content, except for the two parties, no third party knew about it.

But early the next morning, he was given a piece of paper with the royal seal and Joffrey's signature, and as soon as he wrote the corresponding contents, it would immediately become a document with legal effect, giving the old town a veneer of "legality", at least on the surface.

Of course, everything has to be paid for, especially something like this that countless nobles crave.

And the price Zhang Cheng has to pay is marriage, a marriage contract that has been delayed for a long time and has not been fulfilled.

According to the secret treaty, he had to marry Elo Tyrell before the king's wedding, making him Mason Asspring's lawful wife.

To put it simply, the old aristocratic forces led by Tywin and Olena are eager to put the reins around Zhang Cheng's neck through a series of things they think can produce strong binding force through feelings, family, and heirs, and then use this reins to firmly bind him to their own interests.

It has to be said that if they were to be replaced by another person, their strategy would have a high chance of success.

After all, not all men are so cold as to ignore a young, beautiful, gentle, and noble wife, and even a piece of ice will slowly melt if they have lived together long enough.

Unfortunately, Zhang Cheng's indifference is completely different from ordinary indifference, he never had the idea of integrating into this world, and he did not even regard the people of this world as his own kind.

Although he himself does not know whether this strange state of mind comes from the deep self-protection of the subconscious, or whether the brain forcibly distorts the perception of the outside world in order to alleviate the strong guilt caused by killing, in short, it is this unusual state of mind that allows him to avoid a lot of unnecessary troubles, such as the conflict between morality, worldview and values, and then the attitude towards death......

Just a few hours before the wedding in King's Landing, far away in the southwest corner of Westeros, a large fleet had been quietly docked on the surface of the sea for days.

As the commander-in-chief of the fleet, Victor Greyjoy was anxiously waiting for the signal.

You must know that in order to achieve the purpose of hiding their whereabouts as much as possible, the iron seeds under his command have not docked at the port for a long time for replenishment, whether it is food, fresh water and wine, all of them have less than three days' quota left.

If the signal for attack is not given within three days, the fleet that has been put together will fall apart in an instant, and the ironmen, who have always put survival first, will sack every village and port in the surrounding area to meet their needs for food and fresh water.

Once this looting begins, the lords of the Shield Islands will be informed for a few hours at most, and a sneak attack on the Old Town will become an impossible goal.

"Damn it!"

At the thought that his ambition for supremacy would be ruined, Victor couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, and raised his fist and slammed the table.

Although the poor fellow had no idea that the strong obsession with Old Town in his mind was not his intention at all, but the charm pocket watch implanted in it.

"Captain, it's not an option to wait like this! Why don't we retreat and ransack the Lannisters' territory. Hearing that the Westside produces gold, we don't need to stare at Old Town. The first mate suggested in a low voice.

He could feel that as food and water became scarce, the entire fleet was like a volcano about to erupt, and a rebellion might break out at any point.

The only way to calm down the ironclad who had accumulated a lot of resentment and anger was to find a target for a robbery, and with just one successful robbery, everyone would regain their composure and obey the orders of the fleet commander.

"No! No, you don't understand! We only have one chance! I will not allow it to slip through my fingers!" Victor shook his head vigorously, and ordered without looking back, "Go! Send someone to see if there is no signal to attack yet?"

"Alas, it's the same if you watch it a hundred more times......" sighed helplessly.

But before he could turn around and leave the captain's quarters, a young sailor hurried over, shouting as he ran: "Captain, captain, there is a signal! A wisp of green smoke rising into the sky appeared in the southeast!"

"What?!" Victor grabbed his binoculars sharply, rushed to the deck in three or two steps, raised it and looked into the distance, and sure enough, he saw a wisp of cyan smoke coming from the direction of the shield islands.

Overjoyed, he did not hesitate at all, and directly shouted angrily: "Raise anchor, raise the sails, order all captains to keep up with the flagship! Today, I will lead you to sack the richest port city on the continent, the old town! The people of the Iron Islands! Show your courage and ferocity! Let the enemy take a good look at who is the master of the sea!"

"Oo!!!!!oo

"Damn! I'm going crazy!"

"Hurry up, don't fucking rubble, or don't want to share the loot for a while!"

......

All of a sudden, all kinds of shouts, scoldings, and cheers were endless, and every iron man began to work hard to manipulate the warship, and according to the route arranged by Zhang Cheng, bypassing the surveillance of the shield islands and heading straight to the old town.

They didn't even notice that just a dozen nautical miles away, two fleets of equal size were engaged in a fierce battle, one of which was the lord of the Shield Islands and the Hightower family, and the other was a ragtag fleet of countless pirates.

I don't know why, the pirates who have always hated each other have united as never before, and even if they suffer huge losses, they have no intention of retreating or throwing themselves.

It was precisely because the battle was so fierce that the fleet commander of the Hightower family was completely unaware that the fleet of the Iron Breed had just passed under his nose.

In a few hours at most, at sunset, Victor will arrive near the Old Town and launch an unprecedented sneak attack.

In this attack, the historic Hightower family will be uprooted, permanently withdrawn from the stage of history, and the school city will be completely destroyed, and all but a few knowledge and records related to magic will be burned.

Of course, the Iron Islands fleet, which is a pawn, will also be wiped out afterwards, and outsiders will only know that the Iron Islands ransacked the old town and killed all the members of the Hightower family......