Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Varys came here again, close to the sunshine of the bustling crowd.

At this time, he had put down all his guards and enjoyed the sun bathing melancholy. His hands were no longer hidden in his robes, but his fingers were slightly open, his palms facing the sky, as if he wanted to hold a piece of sunshine.

"Alas~" Varys sighed softly, he looked at the corner under the balcony, there was no longer a few weeks ago, where starving people and hungry dogs competed for food, and the starving people all over the ground were dragged away by the golden robes who also endured hunger, and only children were willing to look up at the blue sky divided by the streets.

At this time, it became a corner where the vendors selling cakes stayed.

Evan Stone? Varys carefully pondered this name in his heart, the bastard of the valley, the name was also taken with no disguise.

But he brought a great influence to this city, and the masons who gathered together were hired by noble nobles and wealthy businessmen who used glory to whitewash their background to smooth the lime facade of the mansion.

Even the little devil in the Red Castle was no longer stingy. He used a lot of money to recruit the idle beggars and hooligans in King's Landing and hired them to repair the damaged walls of the Red Castle. If too many were hired, the remaining lucky ones would be dressed in golden robes and become members of the capital's garrison.

Even if he was not in the Red Castle, he could hear the happy whistles of masons and idle refugees in the air.

Varys carefully studied Tyrion's series of actions. Whether it was the success of diplomacy or the stability of the situation in King's Landing, this dwarf really became a hero in King's Landing.

Behind him, a little hand rested on Varys's leg, "The old wolf is going crazy." His little bird said.

"It should have gone crazy a long time ago. I didn't expect it to last until now." Varys shrugged, not surprised.

Varys took out a few candies from his sleeves and appeared in the eunuch's palm.

"Talk to him more, bring your companions," Varys was already familiar with this situation, "Help him relieve his sorrow, poor Eddard Stark, the pitiful Stark family," he shook his hand regretfully.

The surprise that Robb Stark originally brought to him has turned into astonishment. He did not expect that the young wolf was invincible, easily lifted the siege of Riverrun, defeated Jaime Lannister, and then easily took the Golden Tooth, swept across the Westerlands, captured Davon Lannister, and killed Stafford Lannister, leaving the Westerlands, which was rich in gold mines, without soldiers available, and Casterly Rock's control over other castles in the Westerlands was even lower than during the Laughing Lion period.

But although Varys was surprised, he did not get out of his control after all. Although the Wolf Osprey Alliance had many internal contradictions, it was united under the political legacy of the previous generation after all.

Facing this alliance, Lannister was surrounded by enemies. If Stannis had not attacked King's Landing openly, crossed the Stormlands secretly, and even defeated Renly's tens of thousands of cavalry and captured a large number of nobles, Lannister would have perished long ago.

Varys did not consider the survival of Lannister from the beginning. His original idea was that Lannister would take Joffrey back to the Westerly and then let Eddard Stark go. The old wolf would definitely be loyal to Stannis and then provoke the two deer to fight for hegemony.

But the young wolf's claim to be king and breaking his oath, the subsequent news caught him off guard. The wolf-osprey alliance, which was at least harmonious on the surface, was fleeting. Artis Arryn's position changed rapidly. The anger of the Vale north of the Blackwater River and south of the Neck could not be borne by any noble. It was unimaginable that more than 30,000 Vale troops would bleed out and kill Riverrun.

Using such a large army, Artis Arryn would probably not stop if there was not enough compensation.

Varys thought of the rich and fertile riverlands and sighed slightly.

"Lord Eddard," Varys sighed, "what should I do with you."

"Jonki Spring" is a turquoise spring like a clear jade, Roose Bolton soaked his body in it, two leeches stuck tightly to his shoulders, sucking the boiling blood in his body.

The prostitute under him looked up at him, afraid of hurting the terrible Earl of the Dreadfort in front of him, and ended up being skinned like a ghost.

"Do you know?" Roose Bolton said, his voice was so light that the prostitute didn't even hear it clearly, "In the past, among the countless glorious traditions in the North, one of them was abolished, which was the most regrettable."

The prostitute continued to show off, listening to the earl's every word.

"Primordial rights," Roose Bolton said, "Alysanne Targaryen is a hypocritical dragon whore. What do people call her? 'Good' Alysanne Targaryen, this is the most ridiculous thing about southerners," he opened his arms, hugged the girl, and stared into her eyes, "It is also the saddest thing about northerners. Countless traditions have been abolished by outsiders. How much will of the ancestors is left?"

Roose stood up, threw away the leeches on his body, walked ashore, and stretched his neck.

"Those who bend the knee are not worthy of being the ancestors." Roose Bolton muttered, no longer caring about the prostitute in the spring behind him, and walked outside.

The rare river flood in Ruby Beach has long ended. The army has trudged through the shallow water early and left Ruby Beach behind.

Harold Hatton kicked the scout into the tent and tied him up with a hemp rope. The scout looked up at Artis Arryn who was sitting on the tent. Just as he tried to stand up, he was stepped on by Harold Hatton.

"We caught a scout," Harold Hatton said to Artis, "most likely a Yankee scout of Roose Bolton."

Artis stopped reading the letter and looked down at the northerner who was pinned to the ground, "Are you Roose Bolton's man?"

The scout hesitated and a piece of rag was stuffed in his mouth.

Harold Hutton reached out and took off the rag, "The Duke is asking you something, answer it quickly."

"I am Lord Bolton's scout."

Harold Hutton raised his eyebrows slightly, "He is indeed a Yankee scout."

"I'm here to deliver the message. Lord Bolton asked me to pretend to be a scout visiting the camp to avoid suspicion." The scout stretched his neck as much as possible, rested his chin on the ground, and looked up at Attis Arryn.

Harold Haddon frowned and looked at Duke Arryn, "Roose Bolton swore allegiance to Winterfell, how could he betray him so easily?"

The scout swallowed, "Stark broke his oath and broke the contract. He has already lost justice. Lord Bolton is unwilling to bend the knee to such a lord again. Robb Stark is not worthy of leading the north." He turned to look at Attis , "I swear to you in the name of the old and new gods that my words are absolutely true and there is absolutely no lie!"

Attis was silent and nodded slightly to Harold. Harold put his hand into the scout's cloth armor and pulled out a letter.

Harold stepped forward and handed the letter to Attis.

The scarlet skinned man's seal attracted special attention. Attis opened the letter and waved his hand, "Let him go."

The scout regained his freedom and gradually calmed down from his previous anxiety. His Adam's apple moved slightly and he looked at Attis Arryn nervously.

Attis knocked on the desk. The crescent falcon flag on it had faded a little. He looked at the scout and said, "Go back."

The scout quickly lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Lord Arryn."

Looking at the scout's leaving figure, Harold Haddon couldn't help but say, "Roose Bolton swore allegiance to his lord, and now he wants to betray him. This kind of person is not worthy of trust."

"Trust a person," Attis said in a very calm tone, "It's too expensive," he looked at the letter on the table. The scarlet of the skinned man contrasted sharply with the faded blue and white of the falcon, "Becoming a Duke, the situation and the situation He is the most trustworthy, because it is a fact." Harold Hutton did not understand and stood there unsure of the reason. "Take a short rest and wait for the rear army to cross Ruby Beach before making marching arrangements."

Harold nodded, "Yes."