Game of Thrones: Lord of the Deep

Ramsay frowned and glanced at Theon Greyjoy secretly, feeling a sense of familiarity coming over him.

Then Ramsay forced a smile and said, "My lord, soup is only for lowly servants. Soft bread and steak are worthy of you."

Ramsay tried to avoid the game proposed by Jack. He always felt that Jack was just like him torturing Theon Greyjoy, just looking for a reason. No matter what, he might not be able to escape in the end.

Jack stared at Ramsay with a smile, and said without any doubt: "I said to eat noodles, I will eat noodles!"

"If you put chopped green onion, I will break your left hand. If you don't put chopped green onion, I will let you go back."

Jack then called the cook and ordered: "Go and make a bowl of noodle soup."

Ramsay swallowed. His right hand was chopped off and his left leg was broken. If his left hand was broken again, it would be no different from death.

"Oh, how could you let Lord Bolton's right hand be wrapped in burlap?" Jack suddenly saw Ramsay's right hand.

"Come here, put a clean white gauze on the noble Lord Bolton."

"Your Majesty, there is no gauze here." Hecarim reminded.

"No?" Jack looked pityful, "What a pity, there is no gauze in the supplies I sent."

"Oh, that's right!" Jack suddenly showed a look of surprise and said to Ramsay: "I have a good way to cure your broken hand. I just need to chop off your forearm, which means I'll cut off your wrist." The wound has been removed, hasn’t it?”

Jack's face showed a happy look, "I am indeed a genius, come on, chop off his arms!"

Ramsay's expression changed drastically, and he immediately began to struggle desperately.

But how could Ramsay break away from the powerful Ironborn? In the end, his severed hand was pinned to the ground.

"No, don't." Ramsay's face was full of madness. He didn't want to lose his arm again, otherwise he would definitely die from infection.

"Stop."

Just when the ironborn was about to swing his sword, Jack suddenly stopped the ironborn, making Ramsay Bolton breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"It's just a joke. Why, are you really going to kill Roose Bolton's heir?"

"Wait." Jack was suddenly stunned, and then asked Ramsay with a smile:

"Ramus, your stepmother must be pregnant, right? Now that you have a broken leg and hand, won't you lose your position as heir?"

Jack's words obviously touched Ramsay's bottom line, and he roared in a low voice: "I am the heir to the Bolton family, the future Duke of the North, and my father has no other children.

Moreover, I haven’t heard from my stepmother for several months. She may have been put under house arrest by my father because of her obesity.”

Ramsay's voice became smaller and smaller, because he suddenly thought that the lack of news about his stepmother was not necessarily because he was under house arrest by his father because of obesity.

Because his father was very indifferent to relationships, he would never imprison a Frey woman because she was fat, and he might even continue to be a couple.

So she couldn't receive any news, probably because she was pregnant, not under house arrest!

A trace of panic crept onto his cheeks, and Ramsay used to dress himself up with grace and calm, which allowed him to plant fear into other people's minds.

But the position of heir is definitely his weakness, or even his only weakness.

"Sorry, Ramsay Bolton, oh, no, sorry, Ramsay Snow, I shouldn't have told you this news."

"I'm lying to you, yes, I am lying to you. Your stepmother is definitely not pregnant, and your father is definitely not hiding this from you."

Jack's face was filled with a "gentle" smile, just like a big brother next door telling a neighbor sister: Your parents are not divorced, and the things I said are all lies!

But the "simple and kind" "little girl next door" Ramsay obviously thinks too much.

Especially the phrase Ramsay Snow that Jack shouted reminded him of his humble beginnings as an illegitimate child.

Ramsay suddenly wanted to go back urgently. He wanted to kill his stepmother's unborn child just like he had killed Domeric.

But there is a prerequisite for all this, and that is to come back alive!

He must go back alive. Ramsay's breathing became heavier. He must keep his position!

And he pinned his hope of going back on the bowl of noodle soup that was not served.

Before, he felt that Jack would never let him go back easily, but now he chose to believe in Jack.

There was no other reason, it was just that he wanted to go back so much that he thought of trusting Jack!

A simple bowl of noodle soup didn't take long. The cook came over with a steaming bowl of noodle soup.

"Here comes the chicken soup~ This noodle soup is specially made with hen soup. Please try it, Your Majesty!"

A bowl of steaming hot noodle soup was served, and everyone's eyes were focused on it.

The cook's face tightened. He hadn't poisoned himself. Why were he looking at him like this?

After everyone saw the noodle soup in the bowl, Hecarim looked very ugly, even Asha and Theon.

Especially Theon, he is the one who least wants to see Ramsay go back.

"Why didn't you put in the chopped green onions?" Asha asked with an ugly face.

The cook looked embarrassed and said, "Your Majesty has a noble status and will definitely not eat spices like green onions, so I didn't put them in."

Ramsay was ecstatic, it was so good, he couldn't wait to kiss this lowly cook, just hold on!

"Sir, there is no green onion in this bowl of noodle soup. I hope you can keep your promise and let me go."

Ramsay's tone was very excited, just like a gambler who won the last round of poker.

"Puff, don't be silly, Lord Bolton, I don't eat chicken~"

Ramsay's face changed, staring at the chicken thighs in the bowl.

Then Jack spread out his right hand, and Hecarim handed him a dagger very tactfully.

"Hold his left hand, I will make a boneless chicken claw for everyone."

The two ironmen instantly pressed Ramsay's left hand on a wooden stake.

Pour the boiling chicken soup in the soup noodles into Ramsay's hand, "The first step is to clean the hair on the chicken claws, it is best to scald them with boiling water. That person is you, young man, the remaining noodles and chicken are given to you."

The selected young man was confused, and then he happily took the bowl from Jack's hand amid Ramsay's suppressed groan of pain.

You know, chicken is a good thing, he may not be able to eat it once in a few months.

Then Jack asked the cook to kill all the live chickens he brought and give them to the warriors tonight.

Then he took out a dagger and started to remove the bones from Ramsay's fingers.

Theon looked a little unnatural. He felt that Jack's torture methods seemed to be no worse than Ramsay's, but fortunately, he was no longer the one being tortured.