The sky suddenly darkened, and a storm descended on the Dorne Sea without warning.

  It was clearly a sunny afternoon just now, but in a blink of an eye the dense dark clouds covered the sun, as if it had come straight into the night.

  In the palpitating darkness, the torrential rain was raging on the sea, and the bean-sized raindrops were densely sprinkled on the deck, splashing a little bit of water.

  The violent sea wind rolled up violent waves, and one after another, the raging Dorne Sea seemed to suddenly fall into rage, venting its emotions to its heart's content.

  A fleet flying a purple grape flag on a blue background is bumping in the storm. In the face of the majesty of nature, even the Arbor Island Fleet, one of the three major fleets in Westeros, is as weak as an inconspicuous ant.

  Amidst the violent turbulence and shaking, the windbreak lamp in the captain's cabin of the flagship flickered on and off.

  Under the ghastly yellow light, everyone's face was sallow and sallow, as if a group of devils had emerged from hell.

   "Damn it, why is there such a big storm all of a sudden!" The captain cursed with a bitter face, "We can't get close to Blood Reef Island in such weather."

  A flash of lightning suddenly streaked across the sky, and the flames danced wildly, followed by roaring thunder.

   After the thunder gradually subsided, Earl Paxter Redwyne said:

   "Did you see Long Fei bleeding reef just now?"

   Several people shook their heads.

   Earl Paxter frowned.

   Calculating the time, the coronation ceremony on Blood Reef Island should have ended long ago.

  According to his and Mrs. Olenna's plan, the coronation of Caesar this time is nothing more than two attitudes—

   Either recognize Queen Myrcella, or deny Myrcella's legitimacy on the spot.

  Earl Paxter thinks that Caesar will most likely refuse to admit it. After all, as long as the other party is not stupid, he should wake up to the consequences of acknowledging Myrcella as queen.

  With Caesar's ambition, as long as Prince Daolan encourages him a little, he will want to take off Myrcella's crown and put it on his own head.

  In this way, the poisonous snake hidden in the hair of "Myrcella" will work and give Caesar a fatal blow.

   As for the other possibility - Caesar was really stupid enough to recognize Myrcella as queen.

   Then Myrcella would declare on the spot that Caesar's killing of Joffrey was regicide.

   In this way, Caesar's reputation will be ruined.

  Of course, in this case, with Caesar's force, the nobles present should not be able to keep him.

   But there is no need to keep it. With the infamy of a kingslayer on his back and the loss of the support of the river bend, Caesar can only linger on a Storm's End, which is nothing to worry about.

  In Earl Paxter's mind, Caesar's ending is nothing more than these two.

   Regardless of the ending, there should be a dragon flying out of Blood Reef—

  The former is because Caesar’s dragon became a wild dragon and left madly because of the loss of its master, while the latter is Caesar fleeing on a dragon.

   But right now, neither of those things are happening...

   Is there a third possibility?

  Earl Paxter instinctively felt something was wrong.

  But in such a storm, it is impossible for him to send a boat to the island to check the situation, so he can only wait outside the island.

   And this kind of waiting is the most tormented.

   "Dragon!" The captain's voice suddenly sounded, "Lord Paxter, look, it's Caesar's dragon!"

  Earl Paxter came back to his senses, and quickly looked in the direction of Blood Reef Island.

   I saw a small white dot rising from the island and flying into the storm.

  He took the Mir lens to see more clearly.

  But the ship is too far away from Blood Reef Island, and at this moment, the clouds are dense and the light is not good, so it is impossible to see clearly.

  By the flashing lightning from time to time, Earl Paxter could only vaguely see that there seemed to be someone on the white dragon.

   Caesar is not dead.

   It appears that Caesar recognized Queen Myrcella.

  Earl Paxter was slightly disappointed.

  Because deep down, he actually wanted to see another situation.

  The man who killed his son had better be dead.

   Otherwise, even if Caesar's reputation is ruined and he withdraws from the competition for the Iron Throne, it will be very difficult to kill him.

   After all, Storm’s End is the strongest city in the Seven Kingdoms, and Caesar still has a giant dragon. If he really hides in the city, Earl Paxter will have nothing to do with him for a while.

  Maybe we can start from the inside of Storm’s End, and the Islet of Eagle’s Mouth and Horn Hill are also breakthrough points... Earl Paxter was thinking about countermeasures.

  The storm is still going on, showing no sign of stopping.

  Earl Paxter had long been used to such bumps, so he didn't take it seriously, but his appetite was inevitably affected, and he didn't eat much at dinner.

   Just as he put down his knife and fork and was about to order some more red wine, a sailor staggered to report:

   "My lord, that dragon is back!"

   "Back again?" Earl Paxter was taken aback for a moment, then quickly got up and went to the deck.

  The violent wind and rain hit his face, and he could feel pain. The ship was heaving and unsteady in the waves, but Earl Paxter stood motionless on the sloping deck, as if his feet had taken root.

  He took out the Mir lens and looked in the direction of Blood Reef Island again.

  During the flickering of lightning, it was found that a white dragon was coming from the north and landed on the island.

what happened?

  What is Caesar doing again?

   Annoyed, so come back to kill?

  Earl Paxter speculated about various possibilities.

  If this is the case, it can only be said that Caesar was even more stupid than he imagined.

  If the Seven Kingdoms can be conquered by killing alone, how could the "cruel" Maegor Targaryen desert all relatives and die on the Iron Throne?

  Maegor's mount is the "Black Death" Balerion. Even so, it still can't stop Westeros from setting off wave after wave of rebellion. The reign of the most brutal king in the history of House Targaryen began with blood and ended in blood.

  If Caesar dared to become angry and kill the nobles of the three realms on Blood Reef Island, his fate would only be worse.

  Earl Paxter had a sarcastic sneer on the corner of his mouth.

   Not long after, he saw the white dragon take off from Blood Reef Island again, heading north.

   This time I really ran away.

   If Caesar still has some sense, he should run directly to the other side of the narrow sea, otherwise staying in Westeros will only be a dead end.

  Earl Paxter was in a good mood suddenly. After returning to the cabin, he poured himself a glass of red wine and drank leisurely in the storm.

   But it didn't take long, and the subordinates came to report again, saying that the white dragon had appeared again.

  Earl Paxter finally realized something was wrong this time.

  He ran to the deck, and saw that the white dragon had risen from the blood reef island for the third time.

   "My lord, what is Caesar doing back and forth?" The captain was also confused.

   "He is taking away the nobles on the island." Earl Paxter's face was gloomy, "Caesar should know about our existence."

   "He did this because he wanted to hold the nobles of the Three Realms hostage?"

   Earl Paxter did not answer.

  He always felt that things might have gotten out of control, and at this moment he was extremely eager to know what happened on Blood Reef Island.

   "Carillon!" cried Earl Paxter.

   "My lord, are you looking for me?" A burly man with his upper body bare strode forward.

   "Calillon, I heard that you are the best sailor on Arbor Isle and the son of the sea. Now I ask you, are you sure you can take a small boat to Blood Reef Island in such a storm?"

  Calillon immediately fell into hesitation when he heard the words.

  If it’s just a storm, it’s okay, he’s even experienced bigger and more terrifying waves, but the problem is that it’s too difficult to land on Blood Reef Island.

  An accidental bump into a reef will end in a shipwreck and death.

  Earl Paxter saw this, and decisively increased:

   "As long as you can go to the island to check the situation and come back to report, I will make you a knight and give you a manor."

   Caliron suddenly became short of breath.

   But before he could answer, another sailor beside him shouted:

   "My lord, I am willing to try."

  Calilon became anxious immediately, and hurriedly said: "My lord, I can land on the island!"

   "Okay." Earl Paxter nodded with satisfaction, "Both of you go, as long as you can find out the situation on the island and come back, I will not miss you both, the knight and the manor."

"yes!"

   Stimulated by titles and fiefdoms, two outstanding Qingting Island sailors are ready to give it a go.

   Soon, two small boats were lowered from the ship, like two thin leaves falling, undulating and precarious in the waves.

  Calillon jumped into the sea, climbed into the boat, tied himself to the mast with a thick rope, and then spread the sails, and the boat rushed into the darkness like a sharp arrow off the string.

  (end of this chapter)