Game of Thrones: Attack on the North Wolf

Chapter 36 Start

"Ramus, you have made the most contribution during this time, and this batch of goods is also your spoils of war, so you should be rewarded first."

Luce shook his head, fixed his eyes on Ramsay, and praised him sincerely.

When Ramsay heard this, he immediately replied with some trepidation: "For my father, for the sake of the Bolton family, I will not work hard."

"Well, let's drink!"

Luce nodded, raised his chin slightly to the wine glass in Ramsay's hand, and signaled.

Ramsay's face showed emotion, and he brought the wine glass in his hand to his mouth and took a big sip.

"Well, it's really good wine, father, I'll give you another glass."

After swallowing the wine, Ramsay closed his eyes slightly, made a reminiscing expression, and let out an admiration.

Then, he immediately took another wine glass and filled a glass of wine for Luce in the same barrel.

Keeping a close eye on Ramsay, seeing that there was nothing unusual about him, Luce slowly took the wine glass from him.

Ramsay picked up the unfinished wine glass with a smile on his face, and said to Luce, "For Bolton!"

"For Bolton!"

Also raising his glass to signal to him, Luce bowed his head and took a sip of the fine wine in the glass.

"what?"

After drinking the fine wine in the glass, Luce suddenly let out a small sigh, and then said to Ramsay,
“The wine from Qingting Island is really delicious!”

"It's their honor that you like it!"

"By the way, where are the four Winterfell cavalrymen?

I want all the northern nobles to know that it was their loyal lord who robbed them.Even if I suffer from carelessness this time, I won't make that wolf cub feel better. "

Luce, who was tasting the fine wine, suddenly remembered something, and asked Ramsay.

Ramsay smiled and said nothing, turned his head and pouted and whistled. A disarmed soldier entering the city nodded knowingly.

A few minutes later, Sam and the three wolf guards, who had a bruised nose and swollen face and were tightly bound, were led to Luce by the soldiers.

"Very good! Ramsay, I will leave this matter to you. I hope I can hear good news tomorrow."

Luce knew that his illegitimate son was very talented in torture, so he said directly,

"Also, except for you, all the returning cavalry should be locked up first and released after verification of their identities. Do you have any objections?"

"Yes, father! I have no objection."

Ramsay nodded very obediently, looking like a well-behaved son.

Seeing Ramsay's performance, Luce nodded expressionlessly, and led his attendants to his room.

Everything here was already arranged, and without his own order, Ramsay couldn't get the city guards to do things for him.

It took quite a while before the more than 400 people led by Ramsay checked and disarmed one by one and entered the Dreadfort.

Three transport carriages and nearly [-] war horses were placed in the stables on the right side of the gate.

Usually this place can accommodate nearly a thousand war horses, but due to the heavy losses of the Bolton family cavalry, the stables are now empty and just in time for them to be accommodated.

"Just put the carriage in the stable, don't worry about it, I will arrange someone to unload the goods tomorrow.

This is a mobile golden dragon, you are rude, you messed with me, I can't make up for it even if I peel your skin! "

Seeing the guards preparing to unload the wine barrels from the carriage, Ramsay frowned and stopped.

Hearing his voice, the guards stopped their movements resentfully, not daring to provoke this cruel bastard.

"Embrace the four of them to the interrogation room."

Seeing that the guards were no longer unloading his wine, Ramsay pointed to the four of Sam and gave instructions, then turned and left.

Hearing Ramsay's unceremonious tone, the guard officer frowned, but still chose four guards.

After whispering a few words to them, the guard officer asked them to escort the four of Sam to the interrogation room.

Of the [-] cavalrymen under Ramsay, except for the nearly [-] who followed him all the time, the other [-] were left by Luce at that time.

When they were imprisoned, the guard officer took one of the cavalry out and let the waiting attendants take it away.

The squire and the cavalryman walked in the winding and damp corridors of the Dreadfort, neither of them speaking, only the sound of footsteps.

After turning around for a while, the attendant brought the cavalry to Luce's room.

"Master Luce!"

After the cavalryman closed the door, he immediately saluted.

"Well, what has Ramsay done during this time, and has there been any abnormal behavior?"

Sitting in his seat, Luce, who had been waiting for a long time, nodded and asked directly.

"Lord Ramsay, during this period of time, he robbed a caravan and obtained that batch of wine. It may be because the wine is valuable and he was in a good mood, so he let the caravan owner go."

Hearing the question, the cavalry pondered and recalled for a while, then said,
"There is nothing unusual about it, but he often chats with the four cavalrymen in Winterfell, and it seems that they are quite happy chatting."

"Well, where did you loot this caravan recently?"

Luce savored the cavalry's words carefully, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong, so he continued to ask.

"Lord Luce, not recently, but the Raven was sent from the Dreadfort to tell us before the Stark family declared war!"

"What? In other words, on the way back to aid, Ramsay has been carrying these wines?"

"Yes! Lord Ramsay would rather walk slowly than give up this batch of expensive wine!"

"Idiot! Why didn't you say such an abnormal thing earlier?"

Luce, who has always been calm, seemed to smell a conspiracy. He slapped the table and stood up and said loudly,
"Ramus has a problem, and those wines have a problem, let's go!"

……

In the Dreadfort interrogation room, the four of Sam were tied to an 'X'-shaped skinning frame, and four guards stood beside Ramsay.

"Okay, it's time for me to have fun, you guys go out!"

With his left hand, Ramsay flipped through the various blood-stained instruments of torture on the table in the interrogation room, and waved his right hand towards the guards.

"Master Ramsay, Lord Luce asked us to report the situation to him at any time, so..."

The four guards looked at each other when they heard Ramsay's words, and one of the guards said awkwardly.

"Okay, leave you to report the situation, and everyone else goes out. When I'm having fun, I hate being stared at."

Ramsay frowned and said impatiently.

"Yes……"

The four guards looked at each other again. The guard who spoke just now seemed to be the leader of the team. He nodded to the others, and the other three guards filed out.

"You know what? Weapons like this are the best at killing people."

Ramsay rummaged around on the table for a while, and found a sharp iron rod that was as long as a dagger and as thick as chopsticks. While playing with it in his hand, he said to the guard next to him.

"I don't know... um, um!"

The guard was just about to speak.

Ramsay suddenly stretched forward with his left hand, pinching his mouth into a figure-of-eight shape, and stabbing the guard's neck with a sharp iron rod in his right hand.

"No, no!!!"

The guard grabbed Ramsay's left hand subconsciously with both hands, trying to break free and shouting.

But as the sharp iron poked blood holes in his neck, the pupils in his terrified eyes gradually dilated, his hands slowly drooped down weakly, and the yelling in his mouth became weaker and weaker.

"So, if I tell you to go out, you just go out obediently!"

Feeling the passing of the guard's life clearly, Ramsay stabbed the sharp iron rod into his neck like a beehive full of horrible blood holes for the last time, and never pulled it out again.

He clutched the guard's linen lining with both hands, and as he wiped the blood on the back of his hand with his lining, he smiled and spoke persuasively.

Although the hands and feet of Sam and the others were tied and cloths were stuffed in their mouths, it did not affect them watching Ramsay's killing performance. At this moment, the backs of the four of them felt a little chilly.

Bang!
Roughly wiping off the blood on his hands, Ramsay let go of the guard's body and let it fall to the ground.

He opened his hands to the four of Sam, grinning and said: "Everyone, Mr. Robb's fireworks plan has officially begun!"

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