Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 16 Judgment
"My lord, you should really go to the kitchen. That new guy is a slacker. He doesn't sleep there at night." Gage was bringing dinner to the table in the study, and Lord Stark was dealing with government affairs. He complained on one side.

Before he could finish speaking, a guard pushed the door and entered, "My lord, something happened."

Chef Gage swallowed back the words on his lips.

Robb waved his hand to signal him to go down, but the guard spoke first, "Someone is making trouble in the castle, and Sir Moran has brought them there. He asked me to tell you."

Hearing the rebellion, Robin Ho stood up. It has been a troubled time recently. Bran fell from a building, his father went south, and his mother was assassinated. Now someone is making rebellion in the castle. His face is full of anger. This is challenging the dignity of the Stark family. .

"Call the guards here." He lifted the sword hanging on the wall with one hand, and went straight to the door.

Sir Harris Moran rushed to the servant's residence with a dozen guards. People gathered around a room and looked inside vigorously. From time to time, some people pulled their bodies out in fear.

The guards pushed the crowd out of a corridor.

When Harris walked into the room, he saw seven or eight people lying here, wailing everywhere, and even some traces of blood.

And in the innermost place, a not-so-burly young man was wiping a sword with a piece of cloth like frost. The cold light was menacing, and his pair of deep blue-purple eyes complemented each other.

The person lying on the ground suddenly reached out and hugged his leg, crying and shouting: "Lord Moran, you have to decide for us."

The young man wiped his sword with no one else, and Moran naturally recognized the boy. The two had just met this morning. He pulled his legs apart and asked the person on the ground, "What happened?"

At this time, another group of people rushed in, and they saluted and greeted the people around them.

Robb walked to the side of the captain of the guard, Moran, with an iron face, followed by his adopted son Theon who kept smiling.

"Young master," Moran saluted.

"What's going on here, Harris," Robb asked Harris Moran.

Theon scanned the scene, "It seems that there was a fight, which is very common in taverns outside the city. Those drunk guys always like to discuss things with their fists."

Moran looked at the young man inside, and saw him sitting there unmoved like a statue, which didn't look like he was drunk at all, but he still opened his mouth and muttered, "Maybe the cooks are drunk. "

"Lord Stark, you have to decide for us." The man crawled to Robb's feet, this time too afraid to reach out to hug his leg.Tears and snot poured out of his swollen face, and his appearance made people laugh, but no one at the scene laughed.

"This new guy" he turned his gaze to Cole, his body couldn't help trembling, "he wanted to kill us, but Horn made a joke and he did it."

Everyone looked at Cole in unison, and Sir Moran couldn't help sighing, putting the knight in the back kitchen, can something happen?
Eagles don't keep company with sparrows. How can this child be an idler if he dares to draw his sword under the eyes of all the guards of Winterfell in the hall.

Some of the people who fell on the ground fainted, while others were wailing. They cried out in twos and threes about Cole's atrocities.

Looking at the people who fell on the ground, Robb was shocked. Although these people were not warriors, it was not easy for one person to knock them all down.

Moreover, none of them seemed to have any stab wounds, so the man didn't even use a sword.

Cole slid the cloth down from the hilt of the sword, and the cloth tore apart. He put the sword back into its sheath and stood up slowly. For a moment, those felled guys couldn't help but shrink back.

The memory of being punched just now is still vivid, Cole walked up with a cold face first, who knows that the kid Horn didn't know the severity, picked up the sword to provoke Cole, and even swung a fake slash, but was hit with a heavy punch lie.

Originally wanted to teach this newcomer a lesson, but who knows that this is a beast, and the fist hits like a hammer.

The adopted son of the Stark family stared straight at "Winter Night".

"Lord Stark, someone is making trouble in your castle right now, which is provoking the dignity of the Stark family." Theon turned his head and said.

"Arrest him." Robb ordered coldly. Theon was right, no matter what the reason for this person, but at this moment he had to show the majesty of the city lord.

After receiving the order, the guard drew his sword and walked up. Cole didn't resist, but just watched coldly. They were about to reach out to collect Cole's sword, but Cole grabbed his arm.

"I don't think Winterfell is an unreasonable place." He looked directly at Robb.

"Winterfell is not a place where cooks can be presumptuous, Stark, if you agree, I can help you." Theon said fiercely with a disdainful smile.

Hearing this, Sir Moran couldn't help frowning, "Young master, fighting is not a death penalty."

Robb nodded, then ordered, "Take them all to the hall."

"There is absolutely no need for a trial for such a trivial matter." Theon said eccentrically on one side.

"Stop Theon," Robb snapped, "House Stark will guarantee justice to every one of its subjects."

He was taken to the hall, and the hall was full of candles, and Robb Stark was sitting on the chair of the guardian of the north. The cloak is a heraldic direwolf, with red hair like a raging fire, sitting upright with a stern face.

"Sitting before you is the future Warden of the North, Lord of Winterfell, High Ruler of the North - Robb Stark," Maester Luwin said in his gentle voice, "Say your The cause, the Stark family will give you justice."

Some people can barely wake up, and they are still confused about what happened.

"Lord Stark, this man is attacking with a sword. We just said something, but he wants to kill." Horn, the perpetrator, pointed at Cole and said loudly.

"That's right, my lord. We were just chatting and joking in the room, and when he came in he beat people indiscriminately, and he did so viciously." Another person echoed.

"kill him!"

"Send him to the Night's Watch."

In an instant, there was a lot of condemnation in the hall, and all the spearheads pointed at Cole, whose face was as calm as a lake.

"Quiet." Moran snapped, "Lord Stark will judge himself."

Robb looked at Cole, "Cole, you can defend yourself."

"That's right, I was the one who made the move first." Cole opened his mouth, and the audience was in an uproar.

"You can't help but allow me to do my things privately, and at the same time insult my ancestors with words, then as a fighter, I have the right to challenge you to a duel."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was awe-inspiring.

Someone laughed loudly, "You call yourself a warrior, you don't even have a surname, who is your ancestor?"

'Maybe it's a bastard born from a cousin who picked up a guest. Go ask your cousin's old lady to see if she is favored by some adult, and maybe she can share the same surname with that kid Jon. ’ Of course, Theon Greyjoy did not say these words.

Cole frowned and looked at Theon. He didn't remember that he had offended the adopted son of the Stark family, and the two hadn't even crossed paths.

(End of this chapter)