Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Crow's Eye smirked, saying nothing.

Joffrey leaned back in his chair, casually tapping the solid wood armrest with his left hand: "None of your crimes will be forgotten. The trial begins now!"

Silence filled the hall.

The man who had stepped forward looked around awkwardly, then hurriedly retreated back into the ranks, hiding behind the crowd.

Joffrey chuckled: "Crow's Eye, in Pyke you spoke insolently, daring to defy your rightful king. I sentence you to 'tongue cut and throat slit,' to be silent and still, never again to harm with words."

Without a tongue, a person could still make some simple sounds, and even regain some ability to communicate after long training.

But without vocal cords, even the most meaningless grunts would be difficult to produce, rendering them completely voiceless.

People looked at Crow's Eye.

That guy was still "silent." No wonder he hadn't opened his mouth!

Joffrey continued: "Even disregarding the sins you committed in Essos, the Iron Islands, Fair Isle, the vast sea, the girls you have insulted are countless. Therefore, I sentence you to 'castration'."

*Thump!*

Two guards immediately kicked Crow's Eye to his knees.

One drew a red-hot dagger.

The other grabbed the chain on Crow's Eye's body and yanked it hard. The chain immediately tore away Crow's Eye's clothes and pants.

"Ah!" The ladies turned away, unwilling to look directly at this filthy scene, both curious and afraid of the horrific punishment about to occur.

Most of the noble officers were either surprised, deeply frowning, showing disgust, or secretly terrified.

Mia Hysan didn't look away for even a second, her eyes fixed on the naked, ridiculous Crow's Eye, eagerly anticipating the good show to come.

Under the gaze of the crowd.

Feeling the burning heat, Crow's Eye's eyes showed obvious panic for the first time.

He instinctively struggled violently.

But the result was obvious. Two burly men held down the weak Crow's Eye, and the red-hot blade came closer and closer…

*Chizzz~ ~ ~ ~*

Crow's Eye's whole body stiffened! His eyes were bloodshot and wide!

He opened his mouth wide! But inside was only an empty oral passage, turning his desperate screams into silent nothingness!

*Chak!* The man wielding the knife swung his arm.

*Phew~ ~* A heavy sigh immediately arose in the hall, containing the relief of finally being over, the surprise of witnessing bloodshed, the relief of satisfying morbid curiosity…

The two men released the eunuch.

Crow's Eye immediately curled into a ball, his whole body trembling, sweat seeping from every pore, turning his entire body into a glistening, wet mess.

The blood he was stained with at this moment was not much.

When his lower body suddenly lightened, the soldier responsible for holding him down sent a gentle energy to stop the bleeding and restore him.

Crow's Eye even felt signs of regrowth there!

But the soldier stopped!

Stopped!

I'm not a man anymore?! A eunuch?!

Crow's Eye knew that this was Joffrey's vicious idea! To create despair, to dangle hope in front of him, but immediately take it back!

Joffrey! One day, you will regret letting me live!

You want my secret?

Fine. I will slowly give it to you, until the next game. At that time, I will also mercifully spare your life and grant you even longer entertainment.

And the Drowned God!

Bullshit Drowned God! Your prophecies deserve to be thrown into a dirty, stinking, maggot-filled cesspool!

No matter what plans you have. I, "Crow's Eye" Euron Greyjoy, will definitely ruin all your plans!

The Iron Islands will never have another Drowned Man!

One day, all Ironborn will forget your existence! And no one will believe in you, this false god!

Crow's Eye's resentment was seen by everyone.

*Woof! Woof! Woof!*

The sound of barking came from behind. Crow's Eye's thoughts turned slightly, and his face immediately became gloomy and suspicious.

*Thwack~*

Something fell to the ground and made a sound, like something soft, like flesh.

Crow's Eye turned around little by little, stiffly.

*Woof!*

The big dog bared its fangs at him fiercely, its left front paw pressing down hard on half a fleshy pillar and a meatball, vowing to protect its delicious meal.

A patch of scarlet and viscous white covered its ferocious canine teeth.

Crow's Eye didn't move anymore, just closed his eyelids weakly, like a deflated ball.

"Not finished yet." Joffrey kindly reminded.

"During the last Greyjoy rebellion, the Iron Throne forgave you and the Iron Islands, but how did you repay it?"

Joffrey coldly snorted: "You actually incited the kraken to launch another rebellion, propagating hatred, destroying towns, and poisoning the people of the Seven Kingdoms! You tell me yourself, what crime should you be punished for!"

Crow's Eye silently looked at Joffrey.

"Oh, right," Joffrey smiled slightly, "I just remembered, you can't say it. Then I will make the decision for you."

Joffrey signaled to the two guards.

"Sever the limbs to show abandonment of killing and warfare. Dig out the eyes to show that you will no longer covet the land."

The two approached Crow's Eye at the same time, one in front and one behind.

The soldier in front was still using that dagger, although no longer red-hot, the remaining traces and warmth on the blade still made Crow's Eye reluctant to see it, let alone touch it again, and with his eyes!

However, blades and swords are merciless.

The only thing Crow's Eye could do was try his best to remain calm and maintain his remaining dignity and pride. Although these things were probably gone in the sound of dog barks.

Crow's Eye closed his eyes tightly. But he could still feel the distinct difference between the two kinds of darkness.

The soldier's movements were very fast. Before the pain arrived, Crow's Eye only felt like the curtains had been drawn when he was going to sleep at night, suddenly blackening, and the world turned into nothingness.

And then.

Along with the intense, needle-stabbing, burning pain, came a clear and bleak consciousness: his eyes had been taken away.

There was no time for grief or anger.

The cold wind from behind had already been conveyed to Crow's Eye through his skin.

It felt very dull, as if he had been punched four times.

He fell to the ground.

That healing soldier sent energy again, warm and soft, but presenting a cold and hard boundary—his body stopped at the shoulder blades and the root of his thighs!

His limbs were gone!

The sticky, rough ground was full of the smell of dust and blood. Crow's Eye tried to straighten up on his own, but he couldn't.

The most ironic thing was that he could still hear.

"You harmed the Farman family and abused Fair Isle, it was truly an inhuman act! You are sentenced to permanent confinement, with a three-month cycle. One month in the water dungeon, immersed in ice water! One month in the stone dungeon, unable to move! One month in the mud dungeon, with dirt and mud!"

Crow's Eye heard people exclaim in low voices.

That's right! Wake up quickly and recognize what kind of madness the monarch you are following is!

"Finally. Crow's Eye, you really like to hear the wails and pleas of the innocent, don't you. How could you bear it?!"

Crow's Eye heard a footstep approaching from the front.

"Then deprive you of your hearing."

*Bang! Bang!*

Two needles pierced in from the ear holes, but made Crow's Eye feel like the most violent thunderstorm!

Then.

There was no sound…

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