Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Unknowingly, Sansa was overtaken by Arya.

This is something that is difficult for Sansa, who has always been arrogant and thinks of herself as her sister, to accept...

"Arya has grown up, there is nothing we can do about it." Domeric comforted him, using his words to take care of the girl's emotions as much as possible.

Sansa looked pitifully at the man in front of her, "Lord Domeric, why can't I grow up?"

"This?"

Speaking of which, Sansa, as her elder sister, is two years older than Arya and is developing a little faster.

But all this time I just cared about growing taller!

It seems that every night from now on, Domeric will have another task...

Chapter 275 Foreseeing death, the fire of life

Stannis Baratheon spurred his horse back to his camp.

The red witch Melisandre is accompanying her.

Behind him is a huge flaming red heart flag, with a crowned stag embroidered inside the heart, which seems to have been completely swallowed.

Soon, they returned to the camp.

Passing through the neatly arranged tents, flags fluttering in the wind and stacked weapons, the stench of horse manure was very strong in the air, mixed with the smoke of burning wood and the aroma of stewed meat.

A group of lords from Dragonstone and surrounding islands who were loyal to Stannis gathered together.

They are awaiting news of the negotiations.

Until they saw Stannis riding towards him, they started asking questions.

"Your Majesty, how are your negotiations with Lord Renly?"

"You don't really want to fight them!"

"Our troops are seriously insufficient..."

……

Stannis reined in the horse, with a gloomy face, and glanced at everyone, "You are chattering like magpies on the branches, and you are even more brainless than them."

A group of lords couldn't help but look at each other.

Compared to Renly Baratheon, who was naturally good at socializing with nobles, his brother was sadly not good at it at all.

Stannis ordered the lords to come back to the main tent for a war meeting in two hours, and then called Davos Seaworth, the "Onion Knight" in the corner, "Serve, follow me."

The lords bowed and dispersed.

Only Davos and Melisandre were left to accompany the "King" to the Chinese army's tent.

The large tent is truly a large tent, so that Stannis and his lords and nobles can hold meetings, but it is very simple inside.

Like ordinary soldiers' tents, it was made of canvas, and the golden dye had long since faded to dark yellow.

Only the flag flying high on the top of the tent indicated that this was the king's tent.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the guards outside the tent.

They were holding spears, and flaming red hearts were sewn in place of their original family crests.

"Bring me two glasses of cold water," Stannis said to a squire.

"And, Davos, follow me. Lady Melisandre, I will see you later."

"I obey your Majesty's instructions." Melisandre bowed and left.

Compared with the bright sunshine outside, the inside of the tent seemed dark and cool.

"Onion Knight" Davos instinctively reached for the leather bag around his neck and felt the finger bones inside.

This is his lucky charm!

The finger bone that Stannis had chopped off for smuggling.

Stannis sensed his reaction. "You still have them, Onion Knight? You still read them?"

"Do not."

"Then why keep it? I'm surprised." Stannis asked, rubbing his chin.

"Because they can remind me what kind of person I am, where I come from? And your impartiality, Your Majesty." Davos said in a low voice.

"I am indeed fair!"

Stannis said stiffly, "Good deeds cannot offset evil deeds, and evil deeds cannot cover up good deeds. Each action has its own consequences. You are both a hero and a smuggler!"

Stannis chose a simple wooden folding stool and sat down, motioning for Davos to do the same.

"One day, I will make you an earl. However, I know that you yourself will not thank me for it, because from now on, you will have to attend those endless meetings and pretend to be ignorant of the donkey. Show interest."

"If it doesn't work, what are you doing with the meeting?" Davos asked.

Stannis snorted coldly and said with a straight face: "Why else?

Donkeys like to hear themselves braying, and besides, I need them to pull the cart for me.

Ah, yes, some good ideas pop up every once in a while.

However, given the current situation, I don’t think they can come up with any good ideas..."

The waiter placed the tray on the table with two horn cups filled with water.

Stannis sprinkled a pinch of salt before drinking the water, while Davos simply raised the glass, imagining it as wine.

"Your Majesty, what is the result of the negotiation? Has Lord Renly surrendered to you?"

Davos asked cautiously, although he knew in his heart that the possibility of this was too small.

"No, my brother not only failed to surrender to me, he even insulted me."

Stannis drank the water from his glass. "What do we do next? What do you think, smuggler?"

Davos thought for a while before replying: "Why don't we join forces with the 'Hand of the King'? I heard that he has driven Duke Tywin back to Casterly Rock, and now he should be free to help you!"

Stannis shook his head and said disapprovingly: "Help me? Although the boy from the Bolton family treated me with utmost respect and even called me 'Your Majesty' in the letter, I can feel that he is waiting for me to separate from Renly." Victory or defeat will determine the object of allegiance..."

He gritted his teeth, "So I must defeat Renly here and prove to the world that I am more suitable to be a king than him!"

"But - but," Davos stammered, "Duke Renly has brought tens of thousands of elite cavalry from the Reach and the Stormlands. They are powerful, and we -"

"A ragtag bunch, right?"

Stannis shifted on his stool and frowned, "And there are less than five thousand of them!"

"That's right, Your Majesty, even if you have experienced hundreds of battles and have outstanding command skills, we are no match for them."

Davos struggled to tell the truth to his king.

"The truth is exactly what you said, but it doesn't matter, Ms. Melisandre is on our side."

Stannis’s eyes held incomprehensible confidence: “Her prophecy of the Holy Fire was never false.

In the past, when I was on Dragonstone, many nobles had been urging me to go directly to King's Landing, but Melisandre was opposed to this suggestion.

It turns out that she was right.

With Domeric Bolton's methods, he can easily gather [-] troops and drive Lord Tywin back to Casterly Rock. If we had attacked King's Landing in the first place, we might have never returned...

Now here she foresaw Renly's destruction.

I am about to win and gain the best part of my brother's army..."

"The woman in red robe...Although Ms. Melisandre is powerful..."

Davos argued, "But she is only a woman after all. How can she defeat the tens of thousands of elite cavalry under Duke Renly?"

Stannis raised a finger and said, "She has her own way, Onion Knight.

You don't like this woman.

I can see that I'm not blind.

My lords and nobles don't like her either.

Many people did not want to wear the flaming hearts and asked to fight for the crowned stag flag.

Others whispered that she was not qualified to attend the war meeting and that I should have sent her back to Asshai long ago.

But after tonight, you will understand her power..."

What weird power?

Davos wanted to ask, but he was afraid of the answer.

Stannis clenched his fists and continued: "Now, I need your help."

"I..." Davos licked his lips, "I am your loyal servant. What is your mission?"

"I need you to do something for me, and it must be kept strictly confidential. No nobles or soldiers are allowed to know."

Stannis's gaze was harsher than ever before.

"Please give your orders." Davos obeyed.

"It's a very simple thing. Tonight, you need to escort Ms. Melisandre to a corner outside Renly's camp. You don't need to be too close, otherwise you will be discovered by the night patrol soldiers, but you can't be too far away... Specifically, Melisandre will guide you.

She will have a very weak period, and your job is to keep her safe!

But this matter must be kept absolutely confidential and no one can know about it. Is this possible? "

"Tonight?"

"Yes. Tonight." Stannis nodded slightly.

"What exactly does Ms. Melisandre want to do?" Davos asked tentatively.

"She will help me kill Renly!"

"Kill Renly?!"

By the gods, what does that woman Melisandre want to do?

Sneak into Renly's camp and assassinate him?