Game of Thrones: Overlord of the Deep Sea

Chapter 188 I Don't Eat Beef
Ramsay frowned, and secretly glanced at Theon Greyjoy, always feeling a sense of familiarity.

Then Ramsay forced a smile, "My lord, noodle soup is something lowly people eat, and soft bread and steak are worthy of you."

Ramsay tried to avoid the game proposed by Jack. He always felt that Jack was just looking for an excuse, just like he was torturing Theon Greyjoy. No matter what, he might not be able to escape in the end.

Jack stared at Ramsay with a half-smile, and said unquestionably, "If I say noodles, I'll eat noodles!"

"If you put chopped green onions, I will break your left hand. If you don't put chopped green onions, I will let you go back."

Jack then summoned the cook and said, "Go and cook a bowl of noodle soup."

Ramsay swallowed, his right hand was chopped off, and his left leg was broken. If his left hand was broken again, it would be no different from death.

"Oh, how could you wrap Lord Bolton's right hand in burlap?" Jack suddenly saw Ramsay's right hand.

"Come here, change the honorable Lord Bolton into a clean white gauze."

"Your Majesty, there is no gauze here." Hecarim reminded.

"No?" Jack showed pity, "It's such a pity, there is no gauze in the supplies I sent."

"Oh, that's right!" Jack suddenly revealed a look of surprise, and said to Ramsay: "I have a good way to cure your severed hand, just chop off your forearm, and it won't hurt your wrist. The wound at the place is removed, isn't it?"

Jack had a happy expression on his face, "I am indeed a genius, come here, chop off his arm!"

Ramsay's face changed drastically, and he struggled desperately.

But no matter how Ramsay was able to break free from the mighty Ironborn, his severed hand was finally pinned to the ground.

"No, don't." Ramsay's face was full of madness, he didn't want to lose his arm again, otherwise he would definitely die from infection.

"Stop."

Just when the Ironborn was about to swing his knife, Jack suddenly stopped the Ironborn, which made Ramsay Bolton slightly relieved.

"Just kidding, why, you really want to kill Roose Bolton's heir?"

"Wait." Jack was taken aback for a moment, then asked Ramsay with a smile:

"Ramsi, your stepmother should be pregnant, right? You have a broken leg and a broken hand, so you won't lose your position as the heir?"

Jack's words obviously touched Ramsay's bottom line, and he roared in a low voice: "I am the heir of the Bolton family, the future Duke of the North, and my father has no other children.

And my stepmother has not heard from her for several months, maybe she was put under house arrest by my father because of her obesity."

Ramsay's voice became smaller and smaller, because it suddenly occurred to him that since his stepmother had no news, it might not be because he was put under house arrest by his father because he was obese.

Because his father is very indifferent to feelings, he will never imprison the girl of the Frey family because she is fat, and it is even possible for her to be a husband and wife.

So I couldn't receive the news, it was probably because she was pregnant, not because she was under house arrest!
A trace of panic crept up his cheeks, Ramsay used to paint himself with elegance and composure, which made it easier for him to plant fear in other people's minds.

But the position of heir is definitely his weakness, even the only weakness.

"Sorry, Ramsay Bolton, oh no, sorry, Ramsay Snow, I shouldn't have told you this."

"I'm lying to you, yes, I'm lying to you, your stepmother is definitely not pregnant, and your father is definitely not hiding it from you."

Jack had a "gentle" smile on his face, like a big brother next door telling a white lie to his sister: Your parents are not divorced, and what I said was false!

But the "simple and kind" "little girl next door" Ramsay obviously thought too much.

Especially the Ramsay Snow that Jack called out reminded him of the humbleness of being an illegitimate child.

Ramsay suddenly wanted to go back urgently. He wanted to eradicate his stepmother's unborn child just like he killed Domilik back then.

But there is a prerequisite for all of this, that is to go back alive!

Must go back alive, Ramsay's breathing became heavier, he must keep his position!
And he pinned his hope of going back on the bowl of noodle soup that was not served.

Before he felt that Jack would not let him go back easily no matter what, but now he chose to trust Jack again.

There is no other reason, but he wants to go back too much, to the point of trusting Jack!

It didn't take long for a simple bowl of noodle soup, the cook came over with a steaming bowl of noodle soup.

"Here comes the chicken soup~, I specially made the noodle soup with hen soup, please taste it, Your Majesty!"

A bowl of steaming hot noodle soup was served, and everyone's eyes were focused on it.

The cook's face tightened, he didn't poison himself, why are you looking at him like this?

After everyone saw the noodle soup in the bowl, Hecarim's face was very ugly, even Asha and Theon were the same.

Especially Theon, who was the last one to see Ramsay go back.

"Why didn't you put chopped green onion?" Asha asked with an ugly face.

The cook looked embarrassed, "Your Majesty has a noble status, and you will definitely not eat spices like chopped green onion, so I didn't put it."

Ramsay was ecstatic, it was great, he wished he could kiss this lowly cook, as long as he didn't let go!

"My lord, there is no green onion in this bowl of noodle soup. I hope you can keep your promise and let me go back."

Ramsay's tone was very excited, as if a gambler won the last game of stud.

"Pfft, don't be stupid, Lord Bolton, I don't eat chicken~"

Ramsay's expression changed, and he stared at the chicken thighs in the bowl with an ugly expression.

Then Jack spread his right hand, and Hecarim tactfully handed over a dagger.

"Press and hold his left hand, and I'll make a boneless chicken foot for everyone."

The two ironmen instantly pressed Ramsay's left hand on a stake.

Poured the hot chicken soup in the noodle soup onto Ramsay's hands, "The first step is to clean the hair on the chicken feet, it's best to scald it with hot water, who is you, young man, the remaining noodles And chicken for you."

The selected young man looked confused, and then happily took the bowl from Jack's hand amidst Ramsay's suppressed groans.

You must know that chicken is a good thing, and he may not be able to eat it once in a few months.

Then Jack asked the cook to kill all the live chickens he brought, and make up for the soldiers tonight.

Immediately after, he took out the dagger and began to debone Ramsay's fingers.

Theon's expression was a little unnatural. He felt that Jack's method of torturing people was no worse than that of Ramsay, but fortunately, he was no longer the one being tortured.

(End of this chapter)