Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

"Count Beneda, I remember that I sent you to escort a shipment of grain and grass once before, but the amount you brought back to the camp was [-]% less. Where is the [-]% of grain and grass? You don't need me to remind you, right?"

Count Beneda suddenly broke into a cold sweat...

Domeric's eyes were bright, he faced all the nobles and said loudly:

"My lords, if you want to get more trophies, in the next battle, I hope you will go all out, instead of fishing in troubled waters in order to preserve your strength..."

Through Benita's intelligence unit, Domeric has already seen every move of all the nobles.

It’s clear at a glance who made the contribution and who held back!

Now in this profit distribution, no one dares to say "no"!

It is obviously acquiescence to the status of Domeric's distributor.

At this moment, Domeric's mentality completely changed...

He had to realize that people's mentality really changes with their status. No matter where they are, their feelings and self-positioning are completely different.

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No matter how grand the banquet is, there is always an end.

The night is dark,

After the banquet.

Domeric, supported by his bodyguard, walked on the stone steps of a corridor.

A moment ago, Domeric was still drunk at the banquet, chatting happily with a group of nobles...

The next moment, he was extremely awake, staring at the stars in the sky through the narrow window in the wall.

A preoccupied look.

But Benita was not surprised by this.

She had known for a long time that this master had a mask on his face that he would wear on appropriate occasions.

"Pour me a glass of water."

Domeric sat on the stone steps and said casually.

Benita quickly brought a glass of cold water, and Domeric drained the glass in two gulps.

He let out a long breath.

The progress of "War of the Five Kings" has already deviated from the original plot.

Ever since Robb suffered a tragic defeat at the hands of the "Kingslayer", Domeric knew that this war was moving in an uncontrollable direction.

The two brothers, Stannis and Renly, are watching intently.

Which side will King Balon of the Iron Islands turn to?

And the Dragon Mother on the other side of the narrow sea...

This war with the Western Region must be decided quickly!

The thoughts in Domeric's mind were flying, and then they spread out...

His attention was inexplicably focused on his personal bodyguard.

Benita was still wearing a dark hooded robe. Only the outline could be vaguely seen, but the details could not be seen clearly.

But it gives people a strange feeling!

She was as soft as water, and her steps and movements were so light that she seemed to be floating.

The well-cut jet black robe can just wrap up the graceful figure. The round and soft parts have the most alluring shape...

Desire is the soul of man!

Domeric's Adam's apple rolled, "Take off your clothes."

"At this?"

"Yes." Domeric nodded without hesitation.

Benita's expression was shy, her charming eyes flashed, and she prayed loudly in her heart:

For God's sake, please don't let anyone pass by!

……

Her blond hair was spread down like silk, and her almost perfect body appeared in front of her eyes... her skin was as smooth and delicate as a newborn baby.

When he was a child, Domeric often heard adults say that "women are tigers", but now he finally understands why?Because they really can eat people!

Tigers can only eat one or two people at a time, but they can eat hundreds of millions of people at a time!

It can be said that the sin is serious, but it is good and good.

Domeric asked: "Is there a feeling of sin?"

"What a weird thing to say. It's necrotic. The master didn't force me to do it."

Benita rolled her eyes at him.

It was Domeric who added one more item to her diet.

Hearing this, Domeric shook his head and corrected: "Wrong, I didn't force you, you forced me!"

"Owner……"

It's finally over.

Benita let out a whimper, her jaw almost dislocated from exhaustion. She got up and walked to the bedroom:

"I'm exhausted. You should rest early."

"Ah~~ It's really time to go to sleep."

Domeric also stretched and walked to his bedroom.

Before he even lifted the quilt, Domeric smelled a familiar body fragrance.

He looked down and saw Sansa lying happily on his bed, with a peaceful expression on her face as she was sleeping.

The girl's facial features are pure and picturesque, and her skin is as white and delicate as milk. She has obviously just taken a bath.

Her soft maroon hair was moist and spread over her shoulders.

The sky blue loose nightgown reveals her slender waist and the snow-white ravine that attracts people's imagination.

Paired with the noble and dignified temperament, it is really attractive!

At this moment, Sansa had already fallen asleep.

Domeric sat on the head of the bed and pinched his fiancée's fresh and charming face.

Thin willow eyebrows, half covered by bangs, a nose as straight as jade, and a small mouth like a cherry, make people want to kiss her.

Domeric suddenly realized:

The eldest daughter of the Stark family, in her previous life, would have been just a cute girl who was still in school.

After a while, the sleepy Sansa saw Domeric sitting on the bedside. She suddenly woke up, threw herself into his arms and started acting like a baby:

"Lord Domeric, why did you come back so late!"

The girl's soft body pressed against Domeric, overflowing with incomparable tenderness.

I'm so tired today, Domeric wanted to give his brother a holiday.

However, reality seems not to allow it!

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An army appeared in a valley less than a hundred miles away from Harrenhal.

The northern lords rode on their war horses, and the knights raised their family flags dejectedly and followed casually.

The white direwolf banner of the Stark family, the sunburst banner of the Karstark family, the chain giant banner of the Umber family, the black horse-head banner of the Ryswell family...

The flag hung low on the long pole, swinging feebly.

This remnant army in the north is marching in the direction of Harrenhal, looking lifeless, as if it has just experienced a defeat!

Greatjon of House Umber sighed longly.

More than half a month ago, there was a tragic defeat at the foot of River Run City.

Five northern lords, including Robb Stark, Duke of Winterfell, were captured, and more than half of the more than 6000 elite cavalry were lost.

That battle almost ruined the future of the entire Northern Territory.

He regretted endlessly why he had fallen into the scheme of the "regicide"...

Sending the entire northern army into the Lannister trap.

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There was very little wind in the air, and the entire valley was covered in fog.

The sun in the yellow dust also cast a shadow, as if it couldn't bear to look directly at these defeated soldiers.

It was obviously a sunny day, but it seemed as if the sky was filled with haze.

Although the entire army was much better than when they were defeated, it was still in a mess.

Many people died under Riverrun City, some were captured, and some were scattered along the way. Plus the remaining soldiers from the Riverlands, they had already returned to the castle.

Now there are less than two thousand cavalry left in this remnant army in the north.

The long march made this remnant army in the north stranded.

Horses kept dying from exhaustion.

Moreover, there are no supplies, there is a shortage of food and fodder, and what is even worse is that there are no daily supplies such as tents...

After driving for a while, the sky darkened.

The countryside was pitch black and the mountains were desolate.

If you want to set up a camp and chop down trees, you have to use a knight's sword because you don't have tools like an ax or a hatchet.

It was simply a combination of hardships.