Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Facing this cow with shiny and smooth hair and huge body.

Domeric felt a lot of pressure for a moment.

He realized that squeezing milk from this cow might not be an easy task, especially since the cow was obviously not very cooperative.

"Lord, be gentle with your hands and don't rub or irritate it."

Melanie placed a bucket under the cows to reduce the chance of them kicking over the milk jug.

Domeric couldn't help but think of King Robert who was killed by a wild boar.

If you get kicked by this cow.

Even a master of swordsmanship like Domeric would probably suffer internal injuries.

"Extend your thumb, pinch it gently with your index finger, and squeeze the bottom. When squeezing, the granary will automatically fill the palm of your hand, and the milk will be squeezed out by squeezing downward..."

"Be sure to keep a tight grip on the bottom so the milk doesn't flow back into the cow, otherwise the cow will be in pain..."

Melanie stood aside and guided carefully, looking even more nervous than him.

Domeric nodded and followed the maid's instructions step by step.

"Don't jerk or pull the cow hard. Squeeze the milk out by continuously squeezing your fingers from the middle to the little finger. Be gentle but firm."

"Lord, if you feel tired, you can use the other hand to work alternately, which will be less strenuous."

"Please don't get distracted or the cows will get angry!"

"The milk has not been squeezed yet. Please continue to squeeze hard until the area you just squeezed looks flat..."

Domeric had heard of it too.

An experienced milker can accurately judge by touch when all the milk has been squeezed out.

Sometimes you can even tell if all the milk has been squeezed out just by looking at it.

But Domeric obviously couldn't do this, so he had to squeeze hard.

After squeezing for more than ten minutes, he felt very accomplished.

But when I looked at the milk can, I saw it was only half a can.

Domeric couldn't help but feel a little discouraged:

"Forget it, Melanie, you squeeze in the rest."

"Okay~~"

Melanie felt relieved now. She had not dared to take a deep breath for fear that the cow would kick and hurt the slightly rude lord...

So Melanie took over his milking position.

Seeing the maid milking the cow seriously, Domeric found it quite interesting.

He is not idle either...

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Melanie was much better at milking cows than Domeric, and she was faster.

Probably the difference between skilled workers and temporary workers...

In no time, the entire milk jug was filled to the brim.

Domeric immediately took a sip of milk.

Fishy, ​​sweet, soft and greasy!

He drank less than half of the milk in the jug.

"Lord, let me take the rest and cook it, and then process it into other dairy products." Melanie said.

Domeric nodded.

have to say.

Milk is indeed a good thing!

Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps behind him, and personal guard Benita walked over quickly, just in time to see the scene in front of her.

Her attention was not only on Milk, but also on Melanie, "New maid, get dressed quickly!"

"Well, Miss Benita," Melanie hesitantly tried to explain.

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"Don't be so serious," Domeric asked with a smile, "Do you want to drink the milk? It's just milked? It's fresh!"

Benita shook her head decisively and refused, "I don't like drinking milk."

She apparently suspected that the can of milk might be adulterated with something other than milk.

I didn’t expect that the personal guard didn’t like drinking milk!

Okay, Domeric is helpless, this kind of thing cannot be forced.

"Master, my intelligence officer has received a secret letter!"

In addition to her role as a personal bodyguard, Benita occasionally plays the role of a maid, but her most important role is that of Domeric's secret intelligence chief.

"Secret letter?"

"Coming from Golden Teeth City, please take a look."

Golden Tooth City?

Could it be that some Westerland lord saw that Tywin Lannister was gone and wrote a secret letter to surrender...

By the way, Domeric also received a lot of letters like this.

But most of the content is very vague, probably because he admires Domeric as the "Hand of the King", and explains that he was forced by Lord Tywin to become an enemy of the King's Landing regime. He only needs to wait for the King's Hand to defeat Old Tywin in one fell swoop. Thief, immediately lead the crowd to surrender, and bow before you accept...

Most of these are just fence-sitters!

He doesn't want to be an enemy of the Three Realms Alliance, but he also doesn't want to offend his own lord until the war becomes clear.

After all, Tywin’s original “rainy season of Castamere” is still fresh in his mind.

"Which family is the lord of?"

"No signature."

"Oh?" Domeric took a look at the secret letter and saw that there was indeed no signature at the end, only the words "Giant of Lannister" and a special pattern painted on it.

It turns out to be the "little devil" Tyrion Lannister!

This was the signal they had agreed upon earlier.

When Domeric came from King's Landing, he secretly laid out the "little devil" Tyrion as a chess piece.

Why did you forget him when things came to a close?

Domeric took the secret letter and looked at it carefully. The content inside was very short...

Chapter 258 The little devil’s plan, let’s go!

Domeric held the secret letter of "Little Devil" Tyrion in his hand, grinned fiercely, and showed an extremely proud smile...

Golden Tooth City.

Conference hall.

On the broad oak table, Duke Tywin was arranging a night attack plan for the Three Realms Alliance in three days.

After all, after being surrounded for more than a month, the morale of the Lannister army was low, and everyone was holding their breath.

Therefore, Tywin felt it necessary to launch a combat operation to temporarily boost morale so that he could hold out until Dornish reinforcements arrived.

Currently, Tywin is guarding the Golden Teeth City, with more than 27000 Western soldiers under his command. The main reason why the Three Realms Alliance forces are suppressing the city and fighting is because there are too many new soldiers. Nearly half of the Western soldiers are from the "Battle of Harrenhal", Added after "The Stack of Bend Knees", it is difficult to resist the might of the Three Realms Allied Forces in the field...

In addition to this, they had more than 2000 reinforcements from the Iron Islands.

But in Duke Tywin's view, the land strength of this group of pirates is really terrible. They are better at sailing and plundering than defending cities and positional warfare.

The good news is that King Balon's main fleet is heading to the north... If the Hand of the King hears that his lair has been invaded by the Ironborn, I wonder if there will be chaos?

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"Little Devil" Tyrion Lannister sat on the bench, shaking his short legs.

He was secretly planning how to trick his old father, Tywin.

"Tyrion, Tyrion! Are you listening?" Duke Tywin's cold eyes cast a sharp look.

"What?" Tyrion looked confused.

"Lord Tywin asked you what else you want?" Uncle Sir Stafford asked with wide eyes.

All the lords and nobles turned their gazes over, as if looking at a dead man.

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"My reserve team will complete the task of night attack forward... Speaking of which, this task is really arduous and glorious. Thank you very much, father, for giving me this opportunity to prove myself..."

Tyrion said this, but in his heart he sent greetings to Tywin's grandmother.

If you send a dwarf to serve as the vanguard of the night attack, wouldn't you think that his life is too long?

And how could Lord Tywin leave the responsibility of the night attack to himself?

At best, Tyrion and his "reserves" are cannon fodder, or a smoke bomb used to attract the enemy's attention.

However, if used properly, smoke bombs may also have unexpected effects...

"But," Tyrion expressed his sincerity verbally at first, then changed the subject and immediately started bargaining:

"Although my reserve team has a lot of manpower, it lacks weapons. If I were to serve as a forward, I would have to provide weapons and armor for at least 500 people... Sir, you don't expect me to fight the enemy with my bare hands. Fight?"

"Your request is not unreasonable!"

Tywin did not make things difficult for him in this regard, "Let Earl Lefford equip you and your men with equipment!"

Earl Lefford, who was in charge of the baggage supplies, suddenly burst into tears, as if someone was asking him to hand over his daughter.

He couldn't help but frown: "Lord Tyrion, I hope your reserve team is not as useless as you, otherwise our sophisticated equipment will be wasted..."