iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 362 Desire for Gain
The corners of Duke Brynden's serious face barely curled up and he said, "I think you can still live for a long time."

Hearing this, Marquis Walder chuckled: "That will make them angry, it will definitely happen."

His smile suddenly faded: "Okay, Master Heiyu, why did you come all the way here?"

Under the gaze of Lord Walder, Lord Brynden closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again.

But when he was about to speak, he was interrupted by the Weasel on the opposite side: "For what? As Little Stark's great-uncle and his envoy, are you here to remind the Frey family again of the humiliation they suffered?"

Duke Brynden opened his mouth and was silent for a while, then whispered: "Sorry, when I rushed to Cliff City, it was already too late to stop the child."

"child?"

Marquis Walder sneered: "Honorable Lord Blackfish, please forgive your lame and ridiculous reasons. Did you just see my wife? She is only sixteen years old, like a little flower, and her nectar is only for I drink alone... Huh... Huh... She is already pregnant. In more than half a year, she will give me another son..."

After a pause, he chuckled again: "My heir has died fighting for the Oathbreakers... Maybe I will let this newborn son be my heir. Do you think this will bring trouble to those who are looking forward to my death?" The boys are so pissed off."

Duke Brynden sighed: "I'm sorry..."

Marquis Walder's pink bald head covered with age spots swayed from side to side, and continued: "Your brother (Horst Tully) did not come to my wedding... In my opinion, even if he has passed away, this is still Insult. Don't forget, he didn't come when I got married last time, and he called me the "Late Marquis Frey". Did he think I was dead, and that I was alive? Outlived him, just like I outlived his father."

He snorted disdainfully: "You noble trout people always look down upon me. Don't deny it, and don't try to lie to me. You know very well that I am telling the truth. Lord Blackfish, many years ago, I went to find you. Brother, what's wrong with proposing a marriage between his son and my daughter? I have a good daughter who is only a few years older than Edmure. Even if he doesn't like it, I still have other daughters for him. There were young ones, old ones, young girls... widows... but none of them, Lord Horst refused to say anything. A lot of sweet words are all excuses, but what I really want is to marry off a daughter as soon as possible. "

His face was completely wrinkled: "And your niece who married to the Eagle's Nest City also has bad morals. That happened more than two years ago, when Jon Arryn was still the Prime Minister of the Queen. I am thousands of miles away. I ran to King's Landing and proposed to Lord Arryn and his wife that they let my two grandsons come to the Red Keep to be their adopted sons. Instead, let their sons live in the Twins for a while... But what? Could it be that my grandson is so shameless that he has no right to be seen by the people in the Red Castle? They are all quiet and polite children. Huh, your niece looks like she is frozen, as if I am planning to kill her. It’s like her son was sold to a troupe.”

He snorted again: "In order to calm the embarrassment, Lord Arryn revealed that his son had decided to be sent to Casterly Rock to be adopted by Lord Tywin. I soon learned that it was an excuse he came up with at the last moment, because your The niece immediately rushed out of the room without saying a word."

Duke Brynden listened patiently to Marquis Walder's complaints, but when he heard this, his eyes moved slightly and said, "Perhaps Duke Arryn did intend for his son to become Duke Tywin's adopted son."

Hearing this, Marquis Walder smiled strangely and said: "Lord Tywin, he is a big shot. Oh, how amazing. He is very arrogant. It is said that all his shit is gold? But I dare to follow You bet he eats too many beans and he farts just like me, but you don't want to hear him admit it, don't even think about it. Why is he so arrogant all the time? Does he think everyone is his servant? Sons, one of them is still a deformed little monster, I can trade my son with him for one, and when all of them are dead, I will still have eighteen and a half, haha..."

After a pause, the laughter stopped, and Marquis Walder suddenly stretched out a withered finger: "Robb Stark is the most hateful. In order to support him, I not only sent an heir, but also asked him to take away the people of the Twins. Most of the troops, but he made the Frey family the biggest laughing stock in the Seven Kingdoms, and the Frey family girls became the laughing stock of the laughing stock!"

The two looked at each other for a while, and then Duke Brynden sighed: "Lord Walder, although Robb wears the crown, it still can't change the fact that he is a young man. You were also young, and he is Age can easily blind you to love, and as his great-uncle, what I can do is help King Robb restore his honor."

Old Marquis Walder's face was full of undisguised sarcasm: "Save it back? How to save it? No need! Lord Blackfish, let me tell you, in return for Robb Stark humiliating the Frey family, not even one of his soldiers can pass through. Twin River City, including the northern reinforcements stationed in Hedong."

The more Marquis Walder mocked and threatened, the calmer Duke Brynden became. After a pause, he stroked his chest and said in a sincere tone: "I apologize to you on behalf of King Robb, and please forgive him for his recklessness. Respect Lord Walder Frey."

Marquis Walder's deep eyes moved slightly, and he continued to taunt: "Lord Blackfish, I have heard enough of your family's sweet talk. Now I only like my wife's sweet talk on the bed. At that time, Lord Aylin also loved her wife. , you kept apologizing to me for your niece's reckless behavior. I ask you, what is the use of apologies? Can it restore the lost honor of the Frey family?"

Duke Brynden's tone was still very sincere: "So, as King Robb's family and plenipotentiary representative, I come with the greatest sincerity. If the previous engagement continues to be fulfilled, will this be regarded as restoring our mutual honor? What about Lord Ward?"

After a moment of silence, Marquis Walder suddenly got angry: "Does Little Stark regard the Freys as servants who can be called around at will?! Now the Freys are unwilling to marry their daughter to him. If you don't want to, we don't want to." . I just want to see little Stark without the support of the North... and finally be severely humiliated by the Lannister."

"It's hard, it's hard for a Lannister to do."

Duke Brynden shook his head and continued: "Marquis Walder, although Robb is not mature enough as a king, you can't deny the sharpness of the sword in his hand. His record of sweeping across the Western Territory is known to all seven countries. Not long ago, he was wiped out in one fell swoop. After defeating all the Lannister cavalry and retaking Harrenhal, he has his sights set on King's Landing. If he gets timely support from his father... he can attack King's Landing directly if the time is right."

He looked directly at Lord Walder: "Robb is learning to grow up like all children. Please believe in our sincerity."

Marquis Walder looked at Duke Brynden carefully, and after a while, he said: "Don't forget Duke Mace Tyrell. In order to gain the support of the Tyrell family, Duke Tywin has given away the queen's tiara. ”

Duke Brynden shook his head again: "Lannister has lost the battlefield in the Riverlands. I think Duke Tyrell, who has always been wise enough, will stand on the side of the winner just like he did sixteen years ago. Maybe , they may also take the initiative to play the role of the Lannister last time.”

He stroked his chest: "The premise is...King Robb gets enough soldiers and horses to break King's Landing in time."

Marquis Walder tapped the ebony handrail with his wrinkled and dry fingers, and said: "And the Kleb family, the new owners of the valley, their soldiers and horses can also cut off the North and the Riverlands through the Bleeding Gate at any time. "

Mentioning the Vale again, Duke Brynden suddenly thought of Robert Arryn, another great-nephew who was killed by Joffrey Baratheon in a ridiculous name. He couldn't help but close his eyes in pain.

He slowed down for a moment before speaking: "The Aylin family has ruled that land for thousands of years. It's a miracle that large-scale chaos didn't break out there. Marquis Walder, how much more power do you think he can have to support Lan?" Nister? If he was wise enough, or... if it were you, would you give up the large land you finally obtained and choose to go to the end with Lannister?"

After a pause, he suddenly said: "Did you hear about an 'interesting' thing that happened in King's Landing recently, Marquis Walder?"

After hearing this, Marquis Walder stared at Brynden for a while, shook his head slightly, and said with deliberate contempt in his tone: "Lord Tully, you know that I don't care at all about those people with eyes under their chins. interest."

Duke Brynden shrugged and said slowly: "I also learned that not long ago, it was said that Duke Tywin's second son, the young man known as the little devil, had an affair with Prince Doran's brother, Oberyn... Martell got into an argument and killed him in the women's ward (rumor has it slightly soured)."

He spread his hands: "This is a blood feud. Obviously, Lannister has another mortal enemy."

Lord Walder moved in his seat and chuckled: "Lord Tywin's son is smarter than mine."

Ser Brynden leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, staring at him with dark blue eyes: "Marquis Walder, as long as we are willing to help King Robb restore his honor, he is destined to be the ultimate winner. "

After staring at each other "deeply" for a long time, Marquis Walder suddenly shouted towards the door: "Get in here alone and bring in what I have prepared."

At the door of the hall, a figure wearing a fur hat soon appeared, holding a plate and almost trotting over. Marquis Walder grinned: "Duke Brynden, please."

Brynden saw the salt and bread on the plate. He glanced at Old Walder with a smile on his face, then reached out and grabbed a small piece of bread, dipped it in some salt, and put it into his mouth.

"Welcome, Lord Brynden."

After swallowing the food in his mouth, Duke Brynden tapped his chin and said, "Marquis Walder, thank you. I would like to adopt two little Freys as my adopted sons. This is my gratitude."

Marquis Walder chuckled: "You are very thoughtful, I will select those two lucky boys as soon as possible."

In the seemingly pleasant atmosphere, the smile on his face suddenly faded and he said: "Duke Brynden, I hope to see King Robb's sincerity first."

Hearing this, Duke Brynden nodded: "That should be the case. If you have any conditions, please tell me directly. I can make a promise to you on behalf of King Robb."

Marquis Walder grinned and said: "King Robb must first marry the Frey family lady in the Twins... My request is not too much, isn't it, Your Majesty the Duke?"

Before long, Duke Brynden showed an expression that he had rehearsed hundreds of times in private. He sighed and said: "It should be like this. This is the sincerity of the king. I hope to borrow your messenger crow so that your majesty can Come as soon as possible."

The suspicion hidden in Marquis Walder's eyes did not dissipate. He smiled: "I am happy to serve you."

After a pause, he added: "One of my little grandsons writes beautifully."

Duke Brynden didn't seem to notice Old Walder's vigilance. He shook his big, thick hands and said slightly happily: "Very good, I haven't held a pen in a long time."

After chatting casually for a few words, Old Walder saw the hesitation on Duke Brynden's face getting darker.

His eyes flashed: "Your Excellency, do you want to rest?"

After looking at the concerned old weasel, Duke Brynden opened his mouth and finally said: "I may have a small condition..."

Old Walder's eyes narrowed into slits.

He moved his lips and continued: "If you can, please choose a beautiful queen for my king... try to choose a beautiful queen."

The slight confusion on Old Walder's face quickly disappeared, and he smiled half-heartedly: "As a king, being obsessed with beauty... is not a good habit."

Duke Brynden couldn't help but rub his head, and said in a slightly embarrassed tone: "Kate... The king's mother has been fond of beautiful stories in poetry since she was a child. Perhaps... the young king has also been affected a lot. He is indeed a grown-up man now. I'm older, I just don't want to leave any regrets in my heart because of the old man who doesn't know the taste."

He looked at Old Walder: "I'm not forcing it. No matter which Miss Frey you choose, I promise you on behalf of the king that she will always be your majesty's respected queen."

After a pause, Old Walder's shoulders trembled: "Who doesn't like beauties... Huh... Huh..."

He turned around and shouted: "Someone, bring my 'baby' here, quickly!"

After waiting for a while, footsteps were heard from the other end of the hall. Duke Brynden looked and saw one of Old Walder's sons leading a young girl.

Old Walder stood up tremblingly and walked to the girl. He seemed to be showing off a treasure: "Duke Brynden, my daughter Roslin is seventeen years old, my cutest little flower. Hey, she is me. Can you rest assured about the beautiful queen prepared for the king?"

Roselyn Frey was wearing a light blue dress. She looked a little frail, and her skin was extremely fair, as if she had just taken a bath in milk.

She has a delicate face, a pair of big brown eyes, a delicate nose, a petite chin, and long, loosely curly dark chestnut hair that hangs down to her slender waist.

The girl was very shy, so she raised her skirt and said, "Your Majesty, I hope I will not disappoint His Majesty the King."

Duke Brynden looked away, his lowered blue eyes trembled imperceptibly, and said kindly: "Good boy, King Robb will take good care of you, I promise."

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Bang bang bang.

After the knocking on the door, the small window on the cell door was opened, and a big, careless face appeared, and then he cautiously looked into the dark cell.

"Hey, here."

After taking a few steps back, Tyrion raised his head and grinned: "I want to see Duke Green, please tell me."

After saying that, a golden dragon flipped in the air and passed through the small window.

A low voice came from outside the door.

Not long after, the jailer's big face reappeared in the small window. He looked down at Tyrion for a while, with undisguised greed in his eyes: "My generous lord, there are three people outside the door. You have made it difficult for us. "

(End of this chapter)