Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

If you had a fever or cold in your previous life, you might have needed medicine, injections, or infusions.

Bachelor Wayman boiled a pot of herbs and let him drink it, and he was cured overnight.

Duke Brynden Tully and Earl Yohn Royce came every day to report on the siege progress, enemy situation, tunnel digging and other related matters.

Domeric didn't take any more care and let them make their own decisions.

These days, it’s either fighting or having a party.

Domeric was a little fed up.

In essence, he is a quiet person.

This kind of medieval pastoral life attracted him even more.

Domeric was sitting in front of a pond fishing, Wilfield put bait on him, and Benita made a nest for him.

He couldn't help but sigh for a moment, no matter how powerful you are, there are only so many people who are really by your side.

Domeric quickly became addicted to the joy of fishing and temporarily put his worries behind...

The tenth day of the siege.

The hustle and bustle of the military formation under Golden Tooth City could be vaguely heard in the distance.

On this day, many civilians gathered outside the manor.

The accompanying guards were initially nervous, thinking it was an enemy attack, but they were relieved when they saw that those people were dressed as civilians and did not carry weapons.

These civilians were old and young, big and small, including barefoot girls and women with babies in their arms.

They picked or carried various things.

Wealthy people still drive horse-drawn carriages or ride on carts pulled by oxen.

A blacksmith was pushing a wheelbarrow, which was equipped with his complete set of tools: hammer, tongs, and even an anvil, as if he were here to strike iron for Domeric.

……

Domeric immediately understood that they were here to pay taxes to the lord.

The original Knight of the West has disappeared to nowhere.

Domeric led a large number of guards to live in the manor, and was naturally regarded as the new lord.

These commoners didn't care who the lord was, they just thought that after paying their taxes, they could live in peace and contentment.

The tax paid is naturally not a gold dragon or a silver deer, and even a few bronze stars.

Most of them are grains, rice, fruits and vegetables, and someone also brought in a few piglets.

Domeric accepted them all.

A woman led a cow and put her daughter on the cow's back.

She knelt at Domeric's feet and begged with a look of embarrassment.

The woman said that her farmland was so bad that wild boars had destroyed her, and her harvest was not enough to pay the tax. She begged Domeric to be merciful and allow her to pay the taxes together next time.

Domeric is perfect.

The woman immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed in thanks, saying that she could work for free in the manor during these slack days to repay her taxes and interest.

Domeric glanced away and moved slightly.

The woman is wearing an ordinary gray cloth, which is extremely simple, but it can clearly outline her beautiful figure. The mixture of joy and sorrow on her face further highlights the coveted charm of a mature woman.

He thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

There was also a smooth-talking businessman riding a gray mare, with several carriages being pulled by his assistants behind him.

He expressed his willingness to sell all the goods on the carriage to Domeric at three times the price.

"I said, this noble nobleman, there is a war outside. It is not easy for me to transport these goods. You see..."

"Whoops, whoops!"

Domeric lets Sandor the Hound teach him a lesson.

The merchant immediately expressed his willingness to sell all the goods in the car at a fair price...

Chapter 246: Buried in the belly of a wolf, who will go first?

Except for the woman holding the cow.

There is also a group of villagers who have expressed their willingness to cultivate the vacant farmland in front of the manor for Domilik, and then use the harvested crops to pay the tenant rent.

Domeric agreed one by one, as if he was the lord of this manor.

Those fields are empty anyway, so they might as well be cultivated by these villagers.

The villagers quickly knelt on the ground and shouted "Lord, be merciful".

In order to sow seeds in these fields as soon as possible, they brought their own dry food and built a shed directly outside the manor to live.

"There is a bathhouse here. If you want to apply some soap and take a hot bath, you can do it yourself."

Domeric was very kind.

Not only were these villagers given a hearty meal, but they were also allowed to take a bath in the bathhouse.

All of a sudden, all the villagers joined in queuing up to take a bath.

In the manor, villagers both bathing and not bathing gathered together to eat hot pork pie and baked apples.

Domeric also invited the villagers to drink wine and listened to their chat, which he found quite interesting.

The atmosphere was originally a bit depressing.

The villagers were still very reserved about this strange lord.

After a few glasses of wine, the villagers relaxed and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely heated.

The wine is intoxicating and the cups and plates are in a mess.

The conversation among the villagers gradually turned to the recent war.

The gray-haired old man sighed, "Most of my field was burned, and one of our ewes was taken away. I don't know what it was used for... The lawless guy just left in the morning, and then again in the evening." Come on, I don’t even know where they are from?"

"Everyone is the same everywhere." The young man shouted loudly, "Tully or Lannister, they don't regard us as human beings at all."

"That's right."

A yellow-haired man with a wine glass in his hand spoke up, and he immediately spat:

"The lawless guy is not bad, but I am afraid of those monsters that are not human. You don't know. I saw it with my own eyes a few days ago. I saw a wolf as big as a horse in my field. Really, I won't lie to you. , Gods above me, I swear!”

"Had, I swear you'll stand up to me!"

Some villagers laughed and said, "You have vowed to pay back the money all day long, but I haven't even seen half of the copper! Gods above, why don't you go to the Seventh Level of Hell?"

The yellow-haired man's face turned red and he hesitated, not knowing how to explain.

Everyone in the manor burst into laughter.

Wolf?

And as big as a horse!

Domeric swung the wine in his glass, thinking.

Could it be Robb's wolf?

But according to Eddard Karstark, the second son of old Karstark, the wolf was killed by Lannister men on the night Robb was captured!

"These days, life is getting harder and harder."

A man with a sallow complexion spoke, "Wolves are as brave as anything. No matter whether they are cattle, sheep or dogs, they will bite them when they see them. They are not even afraid of people. If you enter the woods at night, you will die!"

"Hey, isn't it all just hearsay? Only if it's true will there be ghosts!"

"My cousin also told me that this happened. She is not the one who gossips." An old woman spread her hands and said, "She said there is such a large pack of wolves, hundreds of them in total, and they all kill people. The devil is like a monster from the seventh level of hell!"

The villagers' words became more and more exaggerated, each one more outrageous than the last...

Someone else went on to say:

"I also heard that a wolf walked into a village...

I happened to be going to the market that day and there were people everywhere.

I'm telling you, it just walked in and bit a Lannister soldier's head off.

Lord Owen found out about this later.

In order to please the Lannister family, the father and son vowed to kill the wolf.

So he took a group of wolfhounds and chased him all the way to the wolf's den.

As a result, everyone in the group died, and none of them came back..."

Only then did Domeric realize that the "Lord Owen" mentioned by the villagers was the knight of this manor.

He did not become a prisoner of Domeric, nor did he follow Tywin's Lannister army back to the Golden Tooth.

But he was buried in the belly of a wolf!

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The night is dark.

The banquet in the manor continues.

The villagers were very drunk, but they still held the wine glasses and did not let go.

Among them, there was a woman wearing an ordinary gray cloth on the dining table, who was very eye-catching.

She has a beautiful figure, with curvy front and back.

The woman's name is Melanie, she has a daughter, and her husband is a hunter. They originally had a happy family of three.

Unfortunately, a few months ago, her husband was drafted into the army by the lord of the West.

Coupled with the damage caused by wild boars, the crops in the fields have lost their harvest.

In desperation, Melanie took her daughter and the only valuable cow in the family to the lord's manor to beg for food.