Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Seeing Lady Caitlin leave, Earl Beneda stood up again.

"Ok?"

Domeric asked curiously, "If you have any news, why don't you tell it in front of Mrs. Caitlin?"

"As you saw just now, women are always emotional and not so rational!" Count Beneda said with a smile.

Domeric felt the same and made a listening expression.

"'Kingslayer' Jaime Lannister wants to exchange prisoners with you?" Earl Beneda whispered.

"In exchange for 'little devil' Tyrion?"

Domeric was not surprised. If there is anyone in the world who loves the "little devil", it is his brother James.

"Yes," Earl Beneda nodded, "He wanted to exchange Ser Edmure for the little devil, but now Lord Brynden..."

Having said that, the earl with a pear-shaped belly took a deep look at Domeric, his eyes containing a lot of information.

Now, Brynden "Blackfish" Tully has just become the Duke of Riverrun. Wouldn't it add unnecessary strife to bring back his great nephew at this time?

Will it destroy Domeric's layout in the Riverlands?

After all, Edmure Tully is the first heir to the Duke of Riverrun.

This was probably what Count Beneda's eyes contained.

Domeric tilted his head slightly and his eyes flashed.

Lord Beneda Beymore is a fat man who can't fight, is timid, and is far less diligent than Sir Lynn Corbray, but he has a very sharp mind!

"Count Beneda, you don't need to worry about this. Sir Edmure is..."

Domeric pondered for a moment and then said: "He is a kind person."

Edmure Tully, the "Arrow God of the River", is no good at leading troops in battles or managing territories, but he is undoubtedly a rare good person in the world of Thrones.

With Edmure's temperament, he would probably not compete with his uncle for the position of Duke of Riverrun.

And "Blackfish" Brynden himself is very old, has not yet married and has children, and only has this nephew.

Edmure can definitely inherit Gou Yi and wait to inherit his uncle's title later...

Chapter 237 Messenger, I refuse your temptation

Riverrun.

"Samwell, are you here?"

Jon Wright called softly.

The air smelled of old dust and decaying paper.

There are old and dated books everywhere.

To prevent a fire, Jon blew out the candle in his hand and followed the light through the narrow passage under the vaulted ceiling.

There was an oil lamp somewhere in the room, and a faint yellow light filtered through the stacks of books.

Samwell Tarly was dressed in a velvet coat, with a fat face and gray eyes, like a shadow in the darkness.

In front of him were tall wooden bookshelves, the tops of which were submerged in darkness. The shelves were filled with leather-bound books and boxes of ancient scrolls.

Samwell sat hunched over a table built into a niche in the stone wall.

The light comes from an oil lamp hanging above his head.

He heard Jon's footsteps, raised his head, and asked doubtfully: "Are you looking for me?"

"You've been here all night?" Jon asked.

"Ah?" Samwell seemed surprised, "Is it dawn? So soon!"

"It's already morning. If it's any later, I'm afraid your breakfast will be gone."

Samwell yawned, "I saw that no one was paying attention to me in the castle, so I ran to read a book. I didn't expect...Jon, look at these books, you have never seen so many! There are thousands of them!"

Samwell waved his fat sausage fingers and pointed at the scattered books and scrolls on the table in front of him.

He said with excitement: "The library in Jiao Ling only has about a hundred books. There is really a treasure hidden here!"

Jon frowned.

The so-called "treasure" should refer to gold, silver and jewelry, not dust, spiders and rotten leather, right?

"I'm serious!" Samwell blurted out excitedly.

This fat man was older than Jon, already an adult, but he still looked like a child no matter how he looked.

"I found paintings of human faces on weirwood trees, a treatise on the language of the Children of the Forest... and works not even available in the Citadel, such as scrolls handed down from ancient Valyria, and seasons written by maesters thousands of years ago. Change record..."

Samwell gushed.

"I'm afraid you can't stay here any longer!"

Jon looked at the fat man's cheerful expression and interrupted him, "Samwell, I'm here to tell you that Lord Domeric wants to see you!"

finally come!

The fat on Samwell's face trembled.

The Hand of the King had called him all the way from Castle Black, freed him from the bone-chilling cold of the Wall and Castle Black, and then forgotten him.

But Samwell enjoyed it very much.

It would be a good thing if he stayed in Riverrun for the rest of his life with these books as his companions. After all, Castle Black had only cold, hard ground to sleep on.

"The Prime Minister won't let me go to the battlefield, right?" Samwell trembled.

"Lord Domeric is a man who knows people well and makes good use of them. He should not make such a stupid decision."

Jon looked at the fat man.

I thought that if this guy went to the battlefield, he could only be a target.

"Know people and make good use of them?" Samwell was confused about this new term.

"It means letting the right people do the right things!" Jon patiently explained the new words Domeric popularized to him.

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Soon, they arrived at the camp, passing through neatly arranged tents, flags fluttering in the wind, and weapons stacked in order.

The stench of horse manure was very strong in the air, mixed with the smoke of burning wood and the aroma of stewed meat.

Jon reined in his horse and stopped in front of a huge lord's tent.

This is a veritable tent. It is made of canvas, and the original bright dye has long faded to gray.

Only the "Foundation Skinner" flag flying high on the top of the tent indicated that this was the "Hand of the King's" tent.

"Why don't we meet the Prime Minister in the castle?" Samwell asked confusedly.

"There will be a war soon, and Lord Domeric is inspecting the armaments." Jon explained, lifting up the tent, "Come in with me quickly!"

Samwell followed Jon in.

Compared with the warm light in the castle, the tent seemed dark, cool, and empty.

"We'll wait here."

Jon picked a simple wooden folding stool and sat down, motioning for Samwell to do the same.

Before long, the young "Hand of the King" Domeric Bolton arrived.

The attendant ran over and helped him dismount.

A guard took the heavy flag from the accompanying knight's hand and inserted it deeply into the soft soil.

Jon stood by the door, waiting to lift the tent for him.

Domeric took off his heavy armor and strode into the tent. "Bring a few glasses of ice-cold wine." He ordered and sat down.

"I obey your orders." The attendant hurriedly ran out.

So, Domeric focused his attention on the fat man in the tent.

By the gods, he had never seen such a fat person!

"Are you Samwell of House Tarly?" Domeric asked.

"My lord, you have seen me!"

Samwell was stunned, his face full of excitement, wondering when he had become so famous.

"I've never seen it before!" Domeric smiled, "But your name is well known."

In the world of Game of Thrones, there are many impressive characters, but most of them die badly!

"All mortals are mortal" is the creed of the God of Many Faces, and it is also a sentence that runs through the entire play.

Robert, Old Arryn, Eddard, Robb, Caitlin, Balon, Lysa, and Petyr were all plotted to death by the "gods"...

And Samwell Tarly, such a small character, was timid and had no extraordinary abilities, but he lived until the end.

Samwell was the eldest son and heir of Lord Randyll of the River Bend. He was unable to inherit the family business due to his cowardice. He was forced by his father, Lord Randyll, to join the Night's Watch and gave up his inheritance rights. He became a soldier on the Wall in Castle Black. A new recruit.

Samwell, who had just become a night watchman, was ridiculed. He also said that he was a coward. The people of the night watch even called him Miss Piggy.

Only Jon Snow was willing to speak with him, and the two became good friends.

Samwell loves to read, loves to think, and has keen observation. He is the first person in the plot to pay attention to the "White Walkers".

During the attack by the White Walkers, Samwell took out a handful of dragon crystal in panic and instantly turned the White Walkers into a puddle of ice water, which earned him the title of "White Walker Killer".

Later, Samwell survived all kinds of battles without being injured, became a winner in life, and reached the pinnacle of life...

The child returned to the female savage Gilly is happy to be a father.

Unusual people must be unusual!

Of course, Domeric wrote a letter to Lord Commander Mormont and traveled all the way to bring Samwell here, not to ask him to study how to deal with the White Walkers.

Instead, he used Samwell to deal with his father, Lord Randyll Tarly of Hornhill.

Randyll Tarly is known for his powerful military command capabilities and has repeatedly accomplished extraordinary feats. He is regarded as one of the best generals in Westeros.