Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 64 Pre-War Meeting
"Has he ever been to Storm's End? How dare he speak so brazenly." Stannis handed the scroll to Melisandre, "I grew up there, and ten years ago I took someone to guard there years, until Robert, his 'brother' brother, Ned Stark, came to his aid."

The red-robed woman knew that her majesty the king had a deep resentment towards his elder brother.

"I forgive him only because he was deluded by the world, thinking that Joffrey sat on the Iron Throne as the king. But a young boy really thinks that he can defy the world by fighting a good fight with his own wit All the castles."

Melisandre took the scroll and slowly unfolded it. A secondary scroll fell out. It was a blueprint. She bent down to pick it up, and her eyes, burning like copper fire, stopped on the blueprint. After staying for a while, she said with a pleasant accent from across the narrow sea: "Maybe you should take a look at this blueprint, Your Majesty."

Stannis took back the blueprint, and then paused for a long time. Those who are familiar with him should know that he was shocked by the contents of the blueprint.This is an extremely detailed map of the inner city of Storm's End, in which the defense cloth of the equipment is marked one by one.

Even someone like Stannis who is so familiar with Storm's End can hardly draw such a blueprint.

Stannis unfolded the scroll and read the words again.

[Honorable Lord Stannis, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Guardian of the Realm:
The following are my suggestions on our military's strategic goals. According to the rumors in the military, you seem to be interested in marching towards Storm's End, so I hope you can send troops to capture Storm's End as soon as possible. Renly Baratheon Take control of Storm's End before the Duke's reinforcements arrive]

"He has a bold idea," Stannis said, reading the letter from cover to cover. "If I had enough troops, I would never have adopted such an absurd suggestion."

"You still have the Lord of Light, Your Majesty." Madam Selyse walked into the hall.

"The Lord of Light asked me to hand over my fate to a young boy." A look of sadness flashed across his face. Why didn't Stannis want to lead the army to take back the throne himself, but his army was only 6000 people, Renly It is a full ten times his.

"Davan, go and tell all the lords and knights that I will hold a pre-station meeting at noon tomorrow." Stannis shouted to the attendants outside the door.

Davon Seaworth, the son of Davos the Onion Knight, was taken as his squire.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The 11-year-old replied outside the door, and then heard his hurried steps away.

Cole was holding a book and was writing and drawing something. Camillo was an illiterate kid, so he could only sit aside bored.

"Master Cole." A recruit under José hurried over. "Agent Jose is surrounded."

Camillo stood up in surprise, a gangster like him is generally more loyal, Jose and he are in the same village, gamblers and second-rounders are mixed in the same road.

"Don't get excited, Camillo." Cole closed the book and stood up slowly. "Go get my armor first."

Camillo quickly went to bring the pile of chain armor, and there was also a gray-black cloak with a white bird surrounded by flames tattooed on it.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is a flattering family emblem. Everyone in the barracks now knows that King Stannis believes in the Lord of Light, and the Lord of Light is the Lord of Flame and Shadow.

Hanging the double swords on his belt, Cole summoned his guards and walked aggressively towards the mercenary camp.

Stannis recruited many mercenaries from Essos, including several small mercenary regiments.

Jose and the others were trapped in the camp of a small mercenary group. At this time, they were kneeling on the ground, surrounded by onlookers.

The guards pushed away the crowd, and Cole stepped across the aisle. His body was not exposed but his voice reached Axel's ears first.

"Jose, is your sword just for kneeling?"

A handsome young man with silver hair, this is Asel's first impression of him, this hair color is rare in Essos, even less in Westeros, he looked at the cloak first The coat of arms on it, a white bird, is from a family he doesn't know, and it should be just a small unknown family in Westeros.

"Your subordinates have unclean hands." Sitting in the tent, the mercenary leader Asel pinched his beard and gave him a contemptuous look.

"In the Free Trade City, we will cut off those who have unclean hands and feet and feed them to wild dogs."

Cole ignored his gaze and walked to Jose's side, "Stand up and tell me what happened?"

"Yes, Master Cole." Jose raised his bruised and swollen head, and then staggered up, "They lost the bet, they didn't want to admit it, and they framed us for tampering with the dice."

Cole glanced at the mercenary leader Asel, "How do you want to solve it?"

"Keep your hands, or a ransom." Axel leaned back, spreading his hands on the chair, and there was a naked woman on the bed behind him.

Cole drew out his sword, "Then let's use the sword to speak."

Axel paused. Are all the nobles in Westeros so straightforward?He grinned, "I like your character."

He reached out to get the sword under his hand, when a horse from afar came suddenly.

"Captain Axel, His Majesty the King ordered you to come to the castle at noon tomorrow to discuss the war." Looking at the coat of arms of the cavalrymen hanging on the horse's side, it was a crowned stag, the guard in the castle.

When the cavalryman saw Cole, he saluted, "Sir Cole."

In the castle, he followed the princess every day, and these guards naturally recognized him.

"His Majesty the King asked Devon to find you, but I didn't expect you to be here."

Axel's gaze moved between Cole and the cavalry, and he could feel the cavalry's respect for the silver-haired boy. Could it be that his identity is still something special?
In fact, the reason for this respect was that this cavalryman was also a commoner. The minstrel exaggeratedly portrayed him as a grassroots knight like the tall Sir Duncan, which was naturally very popular among the commoners.

Axel's eyes fixed on Cole, from silver hair to purple eyes, he suddenly realized, isn't this TND the image of a Valyrian? Lord Lyon.

Cole nodded towards the cavalryman. He seemed to be going to give orders to others, and then rode his horse towards other camps.

"I don't know the honorable name of this knight?" When Cole turned his head, Axel had already put on a smiling face.He is just a small mercenary group of Essos, and the whole group only has about two hundred people.In the beginning, Cole was surrounded by unarmored peasants, which is why his attitude was so arrogant. He was not afraid of some small lords and knights, but that's another story for a behemoth like Velaryon.

"Cole."

Axel couldn't help frowning after he didn't listen to his surname for a long time.

"I don't want to kill people, but if you want to fight, I'll accompany you." Cole swept his gaze away like a sword. He knew how to measure. He was indeed standing up for his subordinates to build up his prestige, but if he killed people in the barracks now, it would definitely be a crime. A stupid thing to do, especially in Stannis' barracks.

He laughed, "You have such a bad temper, I hope you can still be so crazy on the battlefield."

When Cole led the men back to the camp, Jose followed behind with a guilty face, and his tone of voice was also a little angry, "My lord, I didn't expect them to be so unruly."

"Rules are always set with fists. You don't even dare to hold a sword, and you still want to reason with others?"

"My lord, there are so many of them."

"I hoped that you were standing with your sword, after all, gamblers are always courageous, but you left the sword aside. I will replace you as an agent, and you can transfer to my step. "This is his punishment, and Cole has warned him beforehand.

Cole will not force a person to change anything. For a gambling addict like Jose, if he is asked to quit gambling, it will make him more uncomfortable than his wife.

But some people let their wives and daughters do that kind of thing in order to get gambling money.

Jose lowered his head silently, and his eyes were on Cole's back. In fact, before that, he paid more respect to Cole because of his knight status.

A boss who is willing to stand up for himself, isn't such a person worth following?
The same is true of Camillo.

Cole understands that if he wants people to work for him, he has to show his attitude. If he is willing to stand up for them at this time, then on the battlefield, they will be willing to block the sword for him.

Of course, this is not absolute, but a little effect counts as a little effect.

There were too many accidents on the battlefield, and he still feels apprehensive. In fact, he is not very willing to charge forward with a sword if he doesn't wear a full-body heavy armor. Anyway, he can wear it, but he has no money.

People can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes, and his status is destined to be unable to strategize, but to fight against the crowd with a sword.

Who cares, as long as he lives and raises the dragon, the world will be so big at that time, he will be left alone.

Standing out for his subordinates this time is just a small episode in daily life, and usually there are fights in his own camp, which will test his decision-making.

Fortunately, his majesty is high enough, even if the king is here, he may not be able to speak well.And he is fair enough in dealing with things, never showing favoritism, if there is any objection, then draw your sword.

Cole found reasoning with the sword more useful here than anything else.

At noon the next day, the knight lord and the mercenary leader boarded the castle one after another to have lunch with the king.

It was a depressing lunch, the soldiers were chomping on black bread, and they didn't even have wine.No one dared to make noise. On the right side of the king was a beautiful red-robed woman, and beside the red-robed woman was a noble lady. If you didn't know it, you would think that the red-robed woman was the king's queen.

When Cole came, his attendants led him to his place, and he was placed under Earl Velaryon, No. 1 under the earls.

As the leader of the blood scorpion mercenaries, Axel couldn't help but secretly relieved in his heart. It seemed that this silver-haired boy was really not simple, but luckily he didn't offend anyone.

(End of this chapter)