Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

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The halls of Golden Tooth City were packed with people.

The flags of the lords of the West were thrown everywhere, and the noble flags of the Three Realms Alliance were hung on them again. There were animals, plants, stones and castles... and even chains and gloves.

Domeric sat in the upper position, and more than 20 lords, big and small, sat in two rows.

The "little devil" Tyrion and Earl Lefford, the surrendered lord of the Golden Tooth City, did not attend the meeting. The Duke of Winterfell, Robb Stark, who had just been released from the dungeon last night, was still recovering and did not attend the meeting.

"My Gods! You actually let Tywin Lannister go. It's unbelievable! Who promised to capture Tywin in the first place!?"

Greatjon of House Umber shouted in a thick voice.

He is not polite to anyone and always only cares about his own pleasure.

"I said that."

The expression on Count Yohn Royce's face was slightly embarrassed, and he said helplessly:

"I didn't expect that the Lannister army could forcefully carve a way out of the ambush circle they had set up..."

"It turns out it's you, who wears a pair of antique armor all day long to act like a tough guy, but turns into a soft-footed shrimp when you get to the battlefield!"

The Greatjon found his target and roared like a lion.

"After all, we won!" Wendel came up to smooth things over. His head was getting bald and shiny like a light bulb.

"But Tywin ran away!" Great Jon said stubbornly.

"The Lannister army is strictly disciplined and well-trained, and is tougher than we thought!" Earl Yonn explained.

"It's ridiculous to use Lannister's strength to cover up your weakness!"

The Greatjon continued to taunt.

Old Karstark stroked his beard and told the real reason: "Because at night, our cavalry did not show its original strength. After all, horses cannot be seen at night! Without the cavalry, we have little power against the Lannister." Big advantage…”

"Gods above me, what's the reason..."

Melanie quietly stood next to Domeric with the milk can without attracting anyone's attention.

The quarrels between these nobles were no better than those of the old women in the village, she thought to herself.

"Everyone, please be quiet first!"

Domeric said calmly.

He didn't expect to know Tywin's night attack plan in advance and prepare for an ambush, but he still allowed the Lannister army to retreat intact.

Did Lord Tywin deserve his death?

Or is it, as old Karstark said, that it is difficult for the cavalry in the north and the valley to function at night?

Currently they occupy the Golden Tooth, which is the gateway to the West, guarding the main road from the Riverlands through the mountains to Casterly Rock.

The Allied Forces of the Three Borders have formed a "closed door and beat the dog" trend against the Western Territory. The situation is very good, and it is not the time to care about what has happened...

"Come and taste the milk from my new maid, it's the best milk I've ever tasted!"

Domeric changed the subject.

Only then did Melanie know that not only the lord wanted to drink milk, but other nobles also wanted to drink it.

Fortunately, she milked a large jug full of milk, but there were too many nobles sitting here.

Melanie tried her best not to pour too much into each cup until the last cup was filled with half a cup of milk and the milk jug was just empty.

"Cheers to this victory!" Domeric shouted.

All the nobles responded one after another, and then praised the milk in the cup:

“By the gods, this milk is so delicious!”

"I have never drunk such delicious milk in my life..."

"Sir, can you tell me what kind of cow this is?"

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Melanie looked confused. Have these nobles never drank milk?

How delicious is your own milk?

"Lord Domeric, Tywin Lannister is leading the remaining army back to Casterly Rock along the River Road. Should we send troops to pursue him?"

After drinking the milk, Lord "Blackfish" Brynden Tully brought the topic back.

Great Jon immediately expressed his opinion, "My lord, hurry up and give the order to pursue! The Lannister cavalry does not have many cavalry, they are all heavy infantry. Our cavalry is far more numerous than them..."

However, many more people objected.

Earl Beneda of Hongge City shook his head, "If we continue to pursue, we will go deep into the hinterland of the Western Territory. Our food and grass supplies cannot keep up, but the Lannister army can obtain supplies at any time in any village."

"Indeed, Lannister has ruled the West for thousands of years. Every farmer here has his heart set on the Lannister family. Without Aegon the Conqueror, this place would still be called the Kingdom of Casterly Rock." Tai from Raventree City Count Toss agreed.

"Yes, once we fail to pursue the pursuit and are attacked by Tywin, the situation will be very bad..."

The nobles have various reasons, but most of them accept their opinions as soon as they are satisfied. There is no need to fight with Tywin.

"Sir, I heard that there are many gold mines in Golden Tooth City, but I didn't know that we..."

Sir Lynn Corbray, whose family was about to go bankrupt, raised the issue of the distribution of the spoils at the right time.

Speaking of which, Ser Lyn traveled thousands of miles just to steal the Lannister gold!

Other nobles were also attracted by this topic...

The "Battle of Golden Teeth City" lasted for a long time. Whether it was the lords, nobles or ordinary soldiers, their patience was probably exhausted.

If we don't do anything to appease them at this time, I'm afraid a mutiny may be provoked at any time.

Domeric also realized this.

"In that case, my lords, please do your best to defend Golden Tooth City! In three days, we will hold a celebration dinner and then discuss the distribution of the spoils..."

Domeric stood up and declared the meeting adjourned.

The nobles bowed and left one after another.

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Domeric saw the maid Melanie looking at him and ordered:

"I haven't had breakfast yet. Let's heat up a pot of mulled wine and don't let it cool down. Then bring barley bread, bacon, fried steak, whatever delicious food there is in the castle..."

"I'll do it right away, Lord."

When Melanie arrived in the kitchen, one cook was making bread, two other cooks were deboning fish, and apprentices were flipping steaks over the flames.

"Lord Domeric wants breakfast with warm mulled wine," Melanie announced. "It must not be left cold."

After hearing this, a cook quickly washed his hands, took out a pot, filled it with thick and fragrant red wine, and then asked the apprentice to crush the spices and add them while looking at the fire...

After the food is ready, the cooks fasten the silver cover and wrap the wine jug with a thick towel to keep it warm.

Sent to the lord's bedroom by Melanie.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the crows on the city wall are whispering around their heads, just like the civil and military officials of the court are meeting the king.

Domeric was reading a parchment letter by the fire.

"Light more candles," he ordered while reading the letter. "It's obviously morning, but why is it getting darker and darker?"

"It might be raining, sir."

Melanie placed the plate in his hand and lit the candle as he was told.

The room was filled with flickering light and the smell of lilac.

Domeric read the parchment letter, then rolled it up and slowly put it into the fire.

He watched as the flames engulfed it, reflecting the light.

The dry parchment caught fire with a "whoosh" sound, and the yellowed paper suddenly rolled up, as if a ghost was reading it.

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While Domeric was enjoying breakfast.

Melanie focused on tidying up his bedroom.

It was a large, airy room, not unlike a manor house in size.

She replaced the old velvet blanket with a new one that smelled fresh, rekindled the fire in the fireplace, fluffed the feather bed, changed the linen sheets, filled the chamber pot in the small toilet, scrubbed it clean, and finally took out the A change of clothes.

After making the bed, she continued to organize the desk.

The candles were in stubs, and Melanie replaced them.

She stacked the books, placed new candles, and arranged quills, ink, and sealing wax.

Seeing the lord finishing breakfast, Melanie wanted to ask him about her husband, but she didn't dare to disturb him.

"Melanie, I have some sad news for you."

Domeric suddenly spoke slowly, "It's about what you asked me to do before, about your husband..."

There was a "boom" and Melanie couldn't breathe.

Lord, what does this mean?

Unfortunate news?

Is my husband dead?

It took all Melanie's strength not to cry, but to stay upright like a piece of furniture.

Tears gathered in her eyes, but she held them back.

"I asked someone to ask Earl Lefford, the lord of Golden Teeth City, that your husband is not in the castle. He may be dead, or he may have followed Duke Tywin back to Casterly Rock..."

Chapter 261 Milk tastes good, Robb’s dream

It turns out that my husband is still not sure whether he is dead or not?

Melanie's sadness stopped immediately, and the tears she was about to shed disappeared.