Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Robb looked wary.

James chuckled, "It's easy to chop your head off, why should I poison you?"

Robb was wearing handcuffs and shackles that were nailed to the wall and connected to each other, making him uncomfortable whether he was sitting or standing.

He took the glass and drank it in one gulp, "It's time to tell you why you're here!"

"I'm here to persuade you to surrender!

Robb Stark, if you are willing to lead all the nobles in the North to surrender to us, I will give you your freedom immediately! "

James looked directly into the young brat's eyes, his expression was indifferent but serious, like a young and promising king, and he meant every word he said, "On my honor as a Lannister!"

"Your Lannister honor is worse than this." Robb kicked over the dung bucket.

Dirty brown mud spread over the floor and was absorbed by the straw.

James stayed away from the dirt as much as possible.

"Hahaha..." Robb then laughed.

"Why are you laughing? Kid."

"Your Excellency 'Kingslayer', I laugh at you for not understanding the North at all!" Robb's eyes had the same brilliance as his father's.

At this moment, James seemed to see the former Duke Eddard alive.

"In the North, no wolf will surrender to a weak and incompetent Wolf King!" said the young Lord of the North.

"Oh?"

Seeing that it was useless to persuade him to surrender, James pulled out the golden sword and said with a bone-chilling tone, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Death is not the end. Returning to the embrace of the gods is the destiny of everyone in the Stark family..."

Robb stretched out his neck, closed his eyes and waited for death, unafraid.

A dead silence.

The whole dungeon was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

At this moment, James's opinion of the brat was even higher.

After a long time, he took back his sword, laughed loudly, and said in a very mocking tone:

"I'm a little curious, where are the gods you mentioned? Are they the trees that you northern barbarians worship all day long?

If there really are gods, why did you and your uncle lose at my hands?

What did they do when my sister burned your father, Lord Eddard, to ashes? "

If there are gods in this world, why is it so full of suffering and injustice? "

"Because there are people like you!" Robb jingled the chains. "You call yourself a knight? But you break every oath you've ever sworn!"

James didn't take it seriously and took the jug and poured himself a glass, "Yes, many, many oaths... they asked me to make them again and again. Dedicate yourself to the king, protect the innocent, protect the weak, respect the gods, Keeping the law…too much.

No matter what you do, sooner or later you will either commit one crime or betray that one. "

James took a sip of wine, closed his eyes and rested for a while, resting his head on the saltpeter patch on the wall, as if recalling the time when Arthur Dayne, the Sword of Dawn, put on his white robe:

"I still remember that at the age of 15... I was the youngest knight in white robes ever."

"Where is the white robe? You are the youngest shameless traitor, the regicide!" Robb still did not let him go, his tone was sharp.

"killer."

James repeated it word for word and raised his glass:

"To Aerys II of House Targaryen, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Warden of the Realm!

Honor the sword that slit his throat!

Kid, do you know?The sword was stained with his blood, the very colors of Lannister, red and gold.

But what I want to say is, if I hadn't killed the 'Mad King'!

The entire city of King's Landing will be burned to ashes. Although it is despicable to kill the king, someone has to do it.

Many, many people in this world insult me ​​for my greatest favor, and I have long been accustomed to this..."

"What a quibble. If killing 'Mad King' Aerys II is excusable, then why did you kill my father?"

"Well," James shrugged, "to be honest, if your father had stayed in Winterfell and not gone to King's Landing to swim in the muddy water, maybe none of this would have happened!

Your father's good son-in-law, Domeric Bolton, hid thousands of soldiers outside King's Landing. If we hadn't taken action in advance, we might have been the ones who died..."

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"Okay, this conversation is over. I thought you would be more sensible, but you are just as stubborn as your damn father."

James sighed quietly and lifted up Edmure Tully, who was sleeping soundly on the ground. The latter suddenly woke up and struggled from side to side like a fish caught ashore.

"What are you going to do?" Robb asked in surprise.

James smiled, "I'm afraid you don't know, kid. Brynden Tully, the Blackfish, has ascended to the position of Duke of Riverrun. Now your uncle Edmure Tully has become an insignificant person. With He comes in exchange for my brother Tyrion, just right..."

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Riverrun.

As night falls, thousands of scented candles produced in Candle Cave City illuminate the banquet hall like daylight.

The nobles of the Three Realms gathered together in twos and threes, chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was harmonious and relaxed.

When Domeric entered the hall, the conversation and laughter suddenly paused.

All paid homage to the young "Hand of the King."

Although he is only 18 years old.

But all the nobles present knew that Domeric Bolton was now able to influence the fate and future of the Seven Kingdoms.

Domeric faced the gazes one after another and responded to them one by one with a smile and a nod, carrying a kingly aura.

As he sat down on the high platform.

The banquet began, the maids brought food and wine, the musicians played the harp and played the flute, and the nobles drank and cheered...

At this moment, Jon Wright hurriedly walked to the high platform and said to Domeric: "Sir, Count Beneda is back!"

"Count Beneda is back?"

Lady Catelyn on the side shouted in surprise, which meant that the news about her son and brother was found out.

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"Give Count Beneda a warm bottle of wine. I want to ask him a few questions later. I want to loosen his tongue first."

Domeric ordered as he walked.

"As you command, my lord."

Enter this bedroom.

The originally graceful Earl of Honggecheng now looked in a miserable state.

His hair was messy, his clothes were ragged, his lips were chapped, and he looked miserable.

"Gods above, what happened?" Domeric looked concerned.

"My lord!" Count Beneda struggled to get up, but Domeric held his shoulders down.

"Speak slowly, Count Beneda."

Domiley found a place to sit down and had a chair brought for Lady Catelyn.

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"Tywin is unwilling to ransom the captives of the Westerlands?"

After listening, Domeric frowned.

"Yes, he also sent regicides to intercept us halfway."

Count Beneda complained bitterly. He originally thought that his mission to Golden Tooth City was a bad job, but he almost lost his life.

Domeric suddenly understood that it seemed that Tywin had no intention of surrendering to the King's Landing regime.

It seems that the old lion has chosen to fight to the death with him!

The situation is slipping in the worst direction, it's a bit bad!

"Have you seen my son? And my brother Edmure, how are they doing?" Lady Catelyn asked eagerly.

Count Beneda hesitated, "I...yes, they all..."

He hesitated, sweat soaking his brows.

Catelyn realized that he was not quite telling the truth. "Lord Beneda," she said coldly, "I am only asking you once - have you seen my son and brother?"

"Madam, I don't want to deceive you. I can't even enter the Golden Teeth City, let alone see your relatives." Count Beneda shook his head helplessly.

Tywin might have kept them secretly and securely locked up, or killed them!

By the gods, Lady Catelyn pushed the thought away quickly.

She shouted in pain to Count Beneda: "You should have brought news of them!"

Count Beneda remained silent.

"Madam, this matter is not the fault of Count Beneda. Tywin has no sincerity in negotiating peace."

Domeric held his mother-in-law's shoulders and comforted her.

"Domi, me." Mrs. Caitlin looked at her son-in-law, with strong jealousy rising in her heart.

A man can solve anything with a sword.

However, for a woman, especially a mother and sister, the road is extremely bumpy and difficult to find, and she couldn't help but shed tears.

Seeing Lady Catelyn looking so lost.

Domeric couldn't bear it and asked the maid to help her down, and prepare to feed Lady Caitlin a glass of Arbor Island's special wine in the evening to soothe her sad heart.

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"Sir, I have another news for you."