The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Count Luce's answer was brief: "Still interrogating."

Robb turned his head and looked at Count Luce, his eyes cold: "Bolton, who do you think it could be?"

The light-colored eyes looked at Robb for a while, and then Count Luce's small voice sounded: "Your Majesty, doubt will make you lose your impartial heart."

Robb looked back and murmured: "Justice..."

He said painfully: "If it is fair, I should be the one to see the stranger, not my uncle and my beloved wife."

The Young Wolf Lord's eyes seemed to be burning with fire. He looked at Count Luce again and said in a deep voice: "Answer my question."

Earl Luce seemed unaware of Robb's anger. He looked at Maester Wayman calmly and said, "Your Majesty, he also knows my suspicions."

Robb's eyes moved to Maester Wayman.

"Your Majesty, it is very likely that the poisonous wine was given to Great Jon during the conflict with Black Walder. That was the best opportunity."

Ser Brynden said: "Maester Wayman, have you interrogated the waiter and maid who served the wine at that time?"

Bachelor Weiman nodded first, then shook his head and sighed: "It was very chaotic at the time. Of the seven waiters and seven maids present, only two waiters and three maids were alive. We interrogated and found nothing suspicious. "

Robb frowned and said, "Why do so many people die?"

Earl Luce explained aloud: "Most of the ladies and ladies in the hall are from the Riverlands. The situation last night cannot be controlled without killing people."

After hesitating for a moment, he added: "The Frey family has contributed a lot."

After a pause, Robb asked: "Bolton, is this the source of your suspicion?"

Earl Luce frowned and said: "No, before I find witnesses or evidence, I will doubt everyone, His Majesty the King."

After Count Luce finished speaking, Robb remained silent. Maester Wayman couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty, Black Wald's actions are indeed suspicious. For example, his sudden offense."

After a pause, he continued: "For example, although he was trying to stop the chaos for you, he killed and smashed too many people's heads. Of course, everyone also knows that Black Walder is homicidal."

King Robb whispered: "There is no evidence..."

Ser Brynden put a big hand on Robb's shoulder. He grabbed it and said, "My child, don't forget that you are our king."

The two looked at each other, Ser Brynden nodded slightly, and then... Robb also nodded and said: "Uncle, until the murderer is investigated, you will take over the defense of Riverrun. No one can enter or leave without your permission. .”

"give it to me."

At this time, Earl Luce suddenly said: "Your Majesty, the murderer is most likely two people."

Seeing Robb's gaze shift, he added, "I still doubt the Lannister envoys. They disappeared too quickly."

Academician Wayman echoed: "Some people saw that Lord Edmure had just appeared abnormal, and they quietly left the wedding banquet, as if they had foreseen what would happen next."

"King Robb!" Greatjon's voice sounded like a bell at the door.

He entered the temple and said as he walked: "The regicide is missing!"

Robb rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Be more specific, Greatjon."

"Uh... last night, we were busy sealing all the houses and didn't pay attention to the situation inside. The servants discovered it when they were delivering food to the cell. The two guards guarding the Kingslayer were already dead."

Robb gritted his teeth and said, "Lannister."

Earl Roose looked at Robb: "It seems that the Lannister envoy has been prepared for a long time. There are too many coincidences...it has to be doubtful."

Robb said coldly: "They have already planned it and are waiting for the opportunity to escape..."

His voice trembled with rage: "Lannister!"

"Great Jon! You go and prepare 500 cavalry, pick the best rider, one person and two horses, and then pick the 1,000 strongest horses."

"As you command, King Robb!"

The Great Jon turned and left, and Robb looked at Ser Brynden: "Uncle, I will be back before the funeral."

Ser Brynden opened his mouth slightly, sighed secretly, and said, "Don't worry."

Count Luce frowned and stepped forward: "Your Majesty the King, you should stay here and leave the pursuit of the regicide to me."

Robb looked at Count Roose's ice-sculpted face and said, "Please help me keep a close eye on the Frey family, Count of the Dreadfort."

After speaking, he gently covered his "sleeping" wife with a silver-gray cloak embroidered with a direwolf.

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That night, the Lannister and his party who successfully escaped from Riverrun rested on a bank of the Red Fork River.

Tyrion leaned against a small tree, and next to him was a pair of muddy boots that he had taken off.

There were footsteps, and the bearded Jaime Lannister came over and sat aside.

Tyrion turned his head and glanced at the bonfire not far away, and said, "Brother Jaime, you should keep warm."

Sir James smiled very relaxedly: "I have been in the cell for a long time, and I am still not used to the light."

Tyrion laughed playfully: "I'm sure you had your eyes closed the whole time on the raft."

He picked up the wine bag and took a sip before throwing it towards James.

When James caught the wine bag, Tyrion grinned: "I know you want to kiss me because you are moved. Use this instead. I only like the kiss of a beautiful woman, brother."

After hearing his brother's complaint, Sir Jaime couldn't help but laugh. He picked up the wineskin and took a swig of wine.

He handed the wine bag to Tyrion and said, "I still want to say thank you, Tyrion."

Taking the wine bag, Tyrion shrugged and said, "It won't be too late for you to express your gratitude when we arrive safely at King's Landing."

He pointed to the dried blood on Sir James's left forearm and said: "Is it serious? I'm hiding the horses in the town ahead. If it's serious, when you take the horses away, find a doctor. Except for that Small town, we'd better not appear in front of other people's eyes, I'm worried that Little Running Wolf will send out pursuers."

"It's just a minor injury."

James smiled nonchalantly: "I have been in the cell for a long time, and my movements have become sluggish. I just got a slash from the sword."

Tyrion smiled, took a sip of wine and stopped talking.

The surroundings were quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects breaking the silence.

The breeze caressed him, and Ser Jaime stared into the distance, thoughtfully.

After a while, James' voice suddenly sounded: "Tyrion, is Cersei okay?"

Tyrion sighed, spread his hands and said, "James, you finally asked me something I didn't want to talk to you about."

Under Jaime's slightly doubtful eyes, Tyrion said again: "Jaime, listen to my advice and leave Cersei. She is not worthy of your loyalty."

"Loyal?" James' green eyes trembled slightly.

After a pause, he said: "It is my duty to protect her, Tyrion."

Tyrion scratched his head, hesitated for a while, and said: "James, you may be loyal, but Cersei is not. I mean loyalty on the bed."

He pinched his chin: "As for responsibilities, many people can take your place, and Cersei is also very happy."

Ser Jaime frowned. He stared at his smiling brother for a moment and said, "Tyrion, speak clearly."

Tyrion spread his hands and said helplessly: "Okay..."

His upper body leaned forward slightly: "Brother Jaime, when you were locked in the dark cell, many young and handsome knights were comforting Sister Cersei, so she is happy every day."

He grinned: "For example, our cousin. Although Lancel can't wield a sword as well as you, but... I heard that Cersei likes him galloping on the bed very much."