Game of Thrones: Attack on the North Wolf

Chapter 12 The Rise of Fame
Outside Winterfell, there is the Winter Market, the Tobacco Tavern.

Yanchai Tavern is the largest tavern in the winter market. In addition to providing drinks and food, it also provides accommodation and entertainment services.

Of course, some personnel will also exchange information and inquire about various information here, or conduct some private business transactions.

la la!Di da da!

At this moment, in the Yanchai Tavern, the bohemian bard is playing and singing the cheerful Westeros classic, 'The Bear and the Pretty Maiden'.

The civilians of Winterfell who had spare money, the merchants who wanted to make a lot of money, and the mercenaries who were looking for jobs all gathered here, drinking and chatting in full swing.

"Do you know? Lord Robb of the Stark family defeated many with fewer, and killed dozens of wildlings who fled to the north."

When he was full of food and wine, a fat man with a rich body and hazy eyes flaunted his conversation.

"Hi, this... Who doesn't know this? Anyone who is not blind can see the pile of savage heads at the intersection."

A middle-aged man dressed as a businessman at the same table hiccupped and laughed at the outdated topic of his companion.

"Then do you know the direwolf that accompanied him?"

"When Lord Robb was out of the city that day, I saw a direwolf that was both majestic and frightening."

"Well, the family crest of the Stark family happens to be a direwolf. Do you think there are some unknown secrets in it?"

"Cough cough!"

Listening to the discussion of the drinking companions, the drunk fat man coughed and said in a low voice pretending to be mysterious,
"Quietly tell you, that direwolf is only ten days old, and still a little wolf cub!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! I saw with my own eyes that it was an adult direwolf, Fat Sonny, you must be drunk!"

As soon as Fat Sonny finished speaking, the people who started to say that they had seen the direwolf immediately refuted.

"Really, there were six pups in the Stark family, and Lord Robb's wolf was growing faster than you can imagine."

Seeing that everyone agreed with that person's words, Fat Sonny became impatient, and his voice became much higher.
"My brother-in-law is a high-level executive in the main castle, and he told me all these things."

"Hmph, no matter what you say, I won't believe it. What I saw with my own eyes can be fake?"

"That is, many people have seen that direwolf. It is an adult wolf, and the other cubs may be its children."

"That's right! No one would believe it if he turned into an adult wolf in ten days."

"Oh! It's fine if you don't believe it. I don't bother to talk to you."

Seeing that everyone was booing and disbelieving him, Fat Sonny stopped talking dejectedly and began to drink dull wine.

"However, I have heard that Lord Eddard has appointed Lord Robb as his successor."

"I've heard of this too. Some people say Lord Robb is a 'young wolf lord' blessed by the old gods, resourceful and brave."

"That's right, chasing the defected soldiers of the Bolton family overnight, defeating dozens of ferocious savages with zero casualties. It is fully worthy of the title of 'Young Wolf Lord'."

"Also, the group of 'Wolf Guards' he formed are all brave and good at fighting, and they can fight ten of them."

"Right! I heard..."

Although Fat Sonny didn't speak any more, the topic he brought up completely exploded the Tobacco Tavern, and everyone started talking about the gossip they knew.

There has long been no war in the northern border, which has been peaceful for a long time. On weekdays, battles with more than ten people will be discussed over and over again, let alone battles with hundreds of people added up.

You must know that for full-time elite fighters, some small aristocratic families can only support a hundred people at most, and the rest are rural braves who are half-farmers and half-soldiers.

So recently Robb's deeds have been talked about and spread by the civilians near Winterfell.

Squeak!

The door of the tavern was pushed open. A boy with brown black hair, fair skin, and a handsome face held a long sword at his waist, and was wearing leather armor with the direwolf's family crest. He led several young soldiers in the same clothes away. Come in.

"It's Lord Theon! One of the six captains of the Wolf Guard, Lord Ed's adopted son, and Lord Robb's deputy."

"Tsk tsk, it's really majestic."

"I really want to join the Wolf Guard, do they accept mercenaries?"

Theon listened to the discussions in the tavern, not quietly.I couldn't help but stop and listen, the corners of my mouth raised slightly, and my vanity was greatly satisfied.

Ouch!
Looking at him who was standing still, a team member accompanying him lightly tapped his back shoulder.

Theon immediately reacted, remembering his mission, his eyes immediately moved, looking for the target.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he led people quickly to the fat Sonny who was drinking alone.

"You are Sonny, right? Lord Robb please!"

"Hic! Lord Robb wants me?"

Fat Sonny, who was a little drunk, looked up at Theon who was fully armed.It suddenly occurred to my mind that I used my brother-in-law's secret as a topic of conversation just now, and I was so frightened that I woke up drunk.

"Help our drunk Sonny."

Theon turned his head towards the team behind him, and the team behind him stepped forward to pick up Fat Sonny and dragged him outside the tavern.

Whoa!

Of course Fat Sonny didn't want to go, and he knocked over the wine glasses and dinner plates on the wine table while struggling.

The drinkers around didn't want to cause trouble, so they quickly retreated to the distance to watch the excitement.

Boom!
Theon frowned, and punched the struggling fat Sonny unconscious, and the team members dragged him out of the tavern.

Scanning around the quiet tavern, he took out a small bag from his arms, threw it to a waitress wearing a servant's apron, and patted her big buttocks. Theon said loudly, "This round of wine is made by Luo." Master Bo treats you!"

"Woohoo! Long live the Young Wolf Lord!"

"Generous Lord Robb!"

"Little Lucy, bring me a glass of golden wine from Qingting Island!"

"sorry, we do not have that."

"Oh, and a good ale, then!"

After Theon left the Smokewood Tavern, the bards in the tavern continued to play music, intertwined with various chaotic and noisy voices.

Everyone in the tavern seemed to have forgotten Fat Sonny, and continued to eat, drink and have fun.

Of course, some people hidden in the crowd would not forget and left the tavern quietly.

……

"So, my stable master is the eyeliner of other forces?"

In Winterfell's study room, Ed looked into his son's eyes, put his right index finger and middle finger together, rubbed his right temple, and said with a frown.

"Yes, father. Although we don't know which faction we belong to, we have been passing on our every move."

After Robb nodded for confirmation, he continued,
"Father, I want to form my own intelligence agency. At present, all our information is passed on to us by outsiders, and it is impossible to obtain real and effective information in a timely manner."

"Where is the stable master now?"

Ed did not reply to Robb's suggestion, but continued to ask.

"He's dead, and he hasn't been interrogated."

"You've been a little reckless this time, Robb.

Although I know he is definitely not Robert's man, but have you ever thought that he is the eyeliner of the royal family? "

"Father, our family has been loyally guarding the northern border for a long time, we have to eliminate an unknown spy, and we still have to worry about whether he is a royal spy?

So if the royal family wants to slaughter our family, can we just accept death obediently? "

Snapped!
Hearing Robb's words, Ed's face was sullen, and he slapped the table to reprimand: "Don't let me hear such words again, the Stark family declares allegiance to the royal family, so it is necessary to abide by this oath.

Keeping the promise and keeping the oath, this is the honor our family has won through thousands of years.

Don't mention the establishment of any intelligence agencies. The northern border is peaceful and stable, and there is no need for such things. Okay, you go out first! "

"Follow your orders, my father!"

Robb gritted his teeth secretly, Ed's conversation really disappointed him.

But he couldn't show his emotions, and after seeing the ceremony, he walked towards the door.

When Robb opened the door, he suddenly remembered something, turned to Ed and said, "By the way, Father.

According to the female wildling I captured, they were cornered in Bolton territory.

The siege leading to our family disappeared inexplicably, so they seized the opportunity and fled over. "

"Father, maybe... the northern border is not as peaceful and stable as you think."

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