Game of Thrones: Catastrophe

In the afternoon, dragging his tired body out of the castle gate, Dicken turned his head and looked at the main castle behind him that once belonged to the Leiden family. It seemed like a different life. When he shook his head and woke up, he looked at the city that had just been washed away by blood. Feel confused about where you should go next.

"Mr. Dicken." A shout came from behind. Dicken turned his head and saw a young man with black hair and brown eyes and light armor running out.

"Mr. Arad." Dicken nodded to the young man.

"Your Majesty asked me to tell you that your father is now stationed in the east of the city. You can go there to find him. Remember to come back in three days." Arad conveyed Leonor's notice.

"Okay." Deken was shocked when he heard this and found a place to go.

It has been three days since he entered the Deep Crypt. In the past three days, Dicken Talley, as the flag bearer, has been following Leonor to help him handle various documents and documents. It was not until today that he was ordered to take a leave.

Didn't know how he came here in the past three days. One letter after another was sent to him from all directions, and he took apart and watched it. He picked up important news and reported it over and over again.

Even though he was strictly required to train by his father since childhood, the past three days still made Diken Talley feel a deep sense of powerlessness. After receiving Arad's advice, he bowed his head without even saying thanks. He hurried towards the east of the city.

In the east of the city, Dicken leaned against the soldiers in the city and successfully found his father's temporary residence here, inside the house of a merchant.

"Father." Dicken found his father, Earl Lan Dao, and saw that his father changed into a cloth outfit, which was rare for his father who had always believed in iron-bloodedism.

"How is it?" Lan Dao glanced at his son who returned home and asked in the first place.

"What? Ah! Is it your Majesty?" Dicken subconsciously replied. When he looked up and saw his father's frowning brow, he suddenly felt nervous, stood attentive, and replied in a soldier's posture:

"Your Majesty is a very important person who cares about communication and asks his men to write important matters into letters to report them."

"You have been dealing with these letters?" Lan Dao's frowning brows just relaxed when he saw his son's straight look.

"Yes." Dicken nodded.

"It's very good. It's helpful to let you learn from Master Alane learn the knowledge." Lan Dao nodded with satisfaction, happy that his education for his children came in handy, and couldn't wait, "What letters have you read these days? Whose are they? What is the content? Can you tell the content of those letters?”

"Father, don't you know?" Dicken was a little surprised.

"I have been stationed here these days and have not received any news from the outside world. I only know that His Majesty has issued some announcements in the city and accepted the surrender of some Western Knights. This is a reasonable approach. If this is not the case, we will fall into a very serious situation. A difficult situation.” Lan Dao said what he knew.

"So that's the case. Your Majesty did it. He asked the surrendered Western Knights to have to offer the heads of a Western Noble. It was a bit cruel." Dicken expressed his opinion.

"Cruel? In my opinion, this is the greatest kindness. The kindness towards the enemy will initially turn into cruelty towards oneself. Only in this way can we pacify the Western Frontier as quickly as possible." Lan Dao scolded Dicken for his meaningless kindness. Once all the Western Regions are killed, the Western Regions will resist and die, and more people will be killed.

"I understand this, but I think it is better to treat a nobleman than to be killed in battle..." Diken said it later, and it was a little difficult to say. He felt that the orders of His Majesty the King were tantamount to inciting knights to murder the nobleman.

"Haha, it's better to be killed by a group of lowly people? What is noble and what is lowly? Don't learn from your stupid brother, he will only enjoy the romance, while you will only be brave and fierce. You must treat knowledge and strength correctly , and use these to improve one's cognition and vision, change oneself, and don't indulge in a certain environment..." Lan Dao felt that Dicken had become weak. He paid too much attention to his courage and martial arts in the past, and neglected him to recognize it. Teaching on knowledge.

"Yes, yes." Dicken could only nod in the face of his strong father.

"Okay, don't tell me the letters you deal with. Your Majesty will focus on cultivating you for my sake. You must be grateful and not disclose the letters you see to others to avoid leaking secrets. Do you understand? "Lan Daoyu's earnest lesson.

"Yes." Dicken nodded quickly.

"Let your heart be careful and be a brave person. This is not to make you brave and fierce, but to learn to accept everything and play your role in these things. The future of the Talley family is in you .”

"Yes, Father, I will definitely serve Your Majesty as much as I can." Dicken nodded again.

"Then tell me what are your hobbies?"

"Your Majesty's hobby?" Dicken's eyes were straight. He had been following the king for the past few days, and he had not seen anything interested in it. Other nobles would always look for women after completing their conquest. Or drink, or eat a lot, but he doesn't seem to have these needs. He always gives orders to count the land, population, manor and knights here, and asks the knights to complete the occupation and killing of a certain place. Leave the nobles.

"So, you haven't relaxed your heart yet." Lan Dao rolled his eyes.

"Father, I will be attentive in the future." Dicken did not dare to refute, and suddenly he thought, "Father, I remembered it. His Majesty seems to be very interested in magic."

"Magic?" Lan Dao was shocked when he heard this.

"Yes, magic. Every time your Majesty rests, he always puts a very strange position, crosses his legs together, ties his hands in front of his lower abdomen, and then slowly falls asleep, as if he is doing a A very strange ceremony.” Diken recalled every time Leonor rested.

"Okay, I understand." Lan Dao nodded slightly when he heard this. He was a shallow believer of the Seven Gods and a fan of magic. He once asked a warlock to use magic tricks to solve some problems, but all failed, but it did not prevent him from doing so. Still believe in magic.

"You must pay close attention to Your Majesty's hobbies and needs in the future. That is the direction you can work hard and the way you can make the Tali family more prosperous." Lan Dao asked his son.

"Yes, Father, do we want to recommend some sorcerers for Your Majesty?" Dicken tried to ask.

"That's a stupid approach. Flattering the monarch like this will only make the monarch feel that his privacy has been discovered. You have to learn to use your brain." Lan Dao had a headache. Why did Dicken so stupid!

"What should I do?" Dicken was also furious.

"Idiot, go and contact your colleagues around you first, and then tell them about our Talli family's ancestors, "hunter" Halong and "horn" Haleydong..." Lan Dao had no choice but to teach Dicken how to use it in person The method of meeting the monarch's preferences.