Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Jon Grafson counted the tolls for crossing the bridge. He didn't expect that the demand for crossing the Green Fork would be so great after the temporary restoration of stability in the Riverlands. He read the long account book and felt the confidence of the Frey family to become a nouveau riche.

What made Jon Grafson envious was that compared with the revenue from Gulltown's port operation and trade negotiations, the bridge tolls of the Twins were real income.

The heavy golden dragons would not lie. Since Duke Artis asked him to manage the West Castle of the Twins, he seemed to be back to the old business of his father in Gulltown, counting the details of the account book, but unlike before, he only needed to count money and prevent spies from entering the long bridge.

The people in the Riverlands were all spying on and coveting the rule of the Valley on the Green Fork.

The wealthy knights who had fled to the west bank of the Green Fork could not sit still after seeing their fiefs being divided up and handed over to the Valley Knights one by one. Attacks and incitement of riots by the people were common.

Lynn Corbray had always been reluctant to continue opening the Long Bridge. His eyes, which loved to stare at the little boy, were now on the top of the East Castle, overlooking the passers-by, examining whether there were mercenaries from the Frey family and the knights from the Green Fork who were ready to move.

But the high profits really made Jon Grafson unable to let go. The Vale was now stepping up the construction of the road connecting the Vale of Arryn to the Bloody Gate. There were even rumors that Duke Artis intended to build a road network connecting the castles in the Vale with the Gates of the Moon as the axis.

If this rumor is true, then the gold dragons required are not just a small amount.

Drawing on the experience of the previous Battle of the Twins, the archers of the Vale at the Long Bridge took turns to guard the bridge tower, and the guards of the Long Bridge were twice as many as before.

Even in the middle of the night, the water near the Long Bridge was still brightly lit by lights.

Jon exhaled a little hot air. Unlike the cold outside, the bonfire in the house made the room warm.

He extinguished the flame on the candle, and a wisp of gray smoke emerged from the candle wick and disappeared into the darkness.

In the rampart of East Fort, Lynn Corbray pressed his trembling hands on the battlements, his eyes fixed on the long bridge where the guards were changing.

The guards of East Fort that he arranged staggered the time of West Fort, resulting in inconsistent pace of the soldiers changing guards. The guards of West Fort had already occupied one side of the long bridge, but the soldiers of East Fort were dawdling to stand at their posts.

One by one, dark shadows climbed over the water and entered the fortress through the open gate of East Fort.

Lynn Corbray panted slightly, his eyes were full of coldness, and he turned and left.

Komon looked at Melisandre in a red robe in front of him warily, and was even more suspicious of her words.

"You said you saw a chaotic castle in the flames, with the flag of the Arryn family on it." Komon frowned and looked at Melisandre who was talking wildly.

The ruby ​​on Melisandre's chest shone brightly, as if the flames were dancing on it.

She smiled slightly, "Just as I described, since I was guided by the Lord of Light, I should tell the guidance to the only true king."

The red-robed woman looked at Komon. For some reason, this look seemed to penetrate his heart and probe his own heart. Maester Komon was slightly frightened, looked up at Atis, and said vigilantly: "I don't know why you left this Red God heretic in the Eyrie, but we can't let the witch's nonsense interfere with the decision-making of the valley."

Before Atis replied, Melisandre chuckled and said: "You think I'm talking nonsense, the flame is the image that the Lord of Light paid a price to pull back from the future, and it is a gift from R'hllor to the true king."

"True king? Master Atis is the Duke of the Eyrie, the guardian of the eastern border of the kingdom, and he has no intention of usurping the throne." Komon looked at Melisandre furiously. The Red God heretic in front of him kept challenging his bottom line as a maester of the Eyrie.

"There are shadows moving in the castle, and the noise echoes across the river. The reinforcements on the long bridge enter the castle," Melisandre seemed not to care about the anger of the maester. Her eyes were erratic, as if she was describing the scene in detail. "The Lord of Light is warning you." She bowed slightly to Atis and said.

"Long bridge? River surface?" Maester Comon was hesitant. "It seems that Miss Melisandre has a deep understanding of the famous castles in Westeros. This description does look like the Twins."

Atis stood up and walked to the huge map of Westeros. "You said that the Lord of Light is warning me about the Twins."

"That's right." Melisandre responded.

"Nonsense!" Maester Comon shook his sleeves. "The east and west castles of the Twins support each other, and in the middle is the wide and turbulent Green Fork River. The castle and the long bridge are guarded by thousands of valley knights. It is impossible for anything to happen."

"If it is a warning," Atis smiled slightly, it means that even gods are not omniscient and omnipotent.

He turned around, "Got it, the red-robed messenger of Volantis, I will keep an eye on that place."

Melisandre looked at Atis with some confusion, and when she heard the identity he had assigned to her, she immediately understood and bowed to thank him.

"Melisandre's messenger?" Komon looked at the red-robed woman in a daze, "You two red-robed monks, are you messengers sent by the Archon of Volantis?"

"That's right," Atis told Komon on her behalf before Melisandre responded, "Due to the good relations formed with the East Continent through previous trade negotiations, Volantis intends to expand trade in Seagull Town, so it sent a permanent messenger to the Eyrie to meet with the East Guardians of the Seven Kingdoms. We are the host and the messenger is the guest. Maester Komon, please inform everyone in the Eyrie that this involves the diplomatic secrets of the valley and cannot be leaked."

There are few people coming and going in the Eyrie, most of whom stay at the Gates of the Moon, so it is difficult for news to spread.

In addition, due to Evan Arryn's careful arrangements before, the nobles and people of Arryn Valley only knew that the red monks had escaped from prison, but they did not know that they had gone deep into the Arryn Valley and even climbed up to the Eyrie.

Komon was slightly stunned, "I understand, I will tell everyone." He bowed slightly and apologized to Melisandre.

Artis stared at the map. It was indeed difficult for the people of the valley to accept that the red monks appeared in the Eyrie, but if they were added with the identity of foreign envoys and distinguished guests, most people would not question it.

What's more, this kind of news will not be leaked out of the Eyrie.

"Ser Jon! Ser Jon!" The servant shouted loudly beside the bed, reaching out to push Jon Grafson.

He opened his eyes and looked at the somewhat panicked servant, "What's the matter? The vault was stolen?" He first thought of the vault of the Twins.

"Ah?" The servant shook his head hurriedly, "A group of robbers broke into the dungeon of East Fort, intending to rescue the Frey family."

"The remnants of the Frey family?" Jon Grafson stood up and instructed the servant to put on the armor for him. He picked up the long sword and walked out the door.

The noise did resound on the long bridge and East Fort. Jon Grafson climbed onto the warhorse brought by the servant, "Knights of the Vale! Follow me!" He galloped towards East Fort, followed by dozens of valley knights.

Lynn Corbray looked at the mercenary who was begging for mercy with fear in his eyes, "My lord, you instructed us"

"Lady of the Empty" swung the Valyrian steel sword, and the mercenary's head was immediately cut in half, and blood mixed with brain matter rushed out.

"Don't leave any alive, kill them all!" Lynn ordered, he looked coldly at the mercenary who was facing him in surprise, and swung the long sword.

"Kill!" The knights of the valley came forward one after another. After only a few encounters, all the mercenaries fell to the ground in a mess.

"My lord," the jailer came over in a panic, "the Freys"

"What happened to the Freys?" Lynn lowered his voice, his tone filled with anger.

"They, I don't know if it was a random attack or something, they," the jailer stammered, "were all hacked to death. I thought there would be survivors, but I never thought that this group of robbers didn't leave a single one."

"Waste!" Lynn Corbray swung his palm at the jailer's face and knocked him to the ground.

"Duke Artis specifically told me to protect the Freys. You told me that none of them were left. How can I explain to the Duke?" Lynn Corbray's throat twitched up and down, and sobbing came out of Lynn's mouth. He knelt on the ground in annoyance. To others, he looked regretful for betraying the Duke's trust.