The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

The night shrouds the earth like a huge black satin, and the twinkling stars are like bright gems inlaid in the endless sky.

In the vast open space outside the Whispering City, the bonfires are covered like falling stars, and the hot and jumping flames are intertwined, as if they are a bridge between the earth and the starry sky, brilliant and spectacular.

Beside each bonfire, there is a whole fat sheep being turned over and roasted on a huge grill, and the golden oil keeps dripping, making a "sizzling" sound in the flames, and the aroma of barbecue fills the air.

The long table on the side is filled with fresh fruits, steaming bread and various delicious dishes.

Barrels of fine wine were opened one by one, and the aroma of wine instantly overflowed.

Green, wearing golden armor and a blue cloak, slowly passed through the Kleber warriors surrounded by his retainer knights and personal guards.

With his excellent memory, Lord Green tapped his chin with each warrior whose eyes touched, and called out each of their names.

When the chief said his name, a warrior with a body like a black bear burst into tears. With a bang, he slammed his right fist on his chest and shouted excitedly: "I will fight for you forever, until I die!"

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

The fists of Crab Claw Peninsula began to spread, and the sound became more and more dense, and soon filled the entire venue.

Amid the distorted faces and roars of the warriors, Green walked up to the platform step by step.

At the signal of the retainer knight and the commander of the garrison, Sir Mason Baker, several soldiers on the platform immediately blew the horn.

Woo--Woo--Woo--

When the horn sounded, Crab's warriors gradually quieted down and looked at the platform together.

Green raised his cup and said loudly: "My loyal and fearless warriors--"

His steady and powerful voice echoed in the night sky, as if it had the magic to penetrate people's hearts.

"Cheers—the glory of the warriors!"

The Kleber warriors raised their glasses in response, bursting into thunderous cheers, their voices shaking the world.

So far, the first "Thirty Captains Banquet (Chapter 101)" of the Kleber Territory has begun.

As the banquet progressed, the bonfire burned more and more vigorously, and the atmosphere became more and more heated.

On the high platform, Sir Mason quietly overlooked the jubilant crowd below the stage, holding a glass of Crab Island red wine in his hand, and the mellow wine glowed charmingly under the reflection of the fire.

Sir Mason raised his head and drank the red wine in the glass, then he slowly exhaled and suppressed the sudden heat in his eyes.

Amid the hustle and bustle, memories of the past suddenly surged into his mind like a tide, and he couldn't help but recall the scene when Mrs. Kleber was dying.

At that time... She held on to her last breath, and told herself in a weak but firm voice that she must protect the young master; he and Per repeated their oaths over and over again, their voices trembling and resolute, just hoping that she could close her eyes in peace.

He clearly remembered that one of her hands was tightly held by the young master, and the other hand was held by him and Per.

The lady who alone supported the glory of the Crab family, with a relieved smile on her face, slowly closed her eyelids.

Sir Mason picked up the wine glass that the waiter had refilled, took a sip gently, and his thoughts were still immersed in the memories of the past.

He remembered that at that time, his heart was extremely painful, and the despair was like a heavy haze that enveloped his world, making him almost unable to breathe.

But... the sorrow of Whispering City had not completely dissipated, and Lord Green, who inherited the position of lord, began to lead them... fight, fight, fight.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, he and Per, who was also a retainer knight, had a tacit understanding. If the lord wanted to fight... then of course they had to fight, because this was the tradition of the Kleber family. At worst... they would take Lord Green to retreat to the castle. Could those mountain savages still fly to Kleber's castle? They could only retreat in the end.

In this way, the loss of the territory was inevitable, but the head of Kleber's family would grow up in the war. Because, according to the teachings of his grandfather and his father, every generation of the head of the Kleber family grew up from fierce battles, and the duty of the retainer knight was to protect.

However, what was unexpected was that... as they fought... Lord Green led them to successfully recapture the old land of Kleber, and as they fought... Kleber became the ruling family of the Crab Claw Peninsula, and as they fought... Lord Green would replace Falcon as the new master of the valley.

This time, Lord Green mobilized 20,000 Cleber longbowmen, and he was going to target the land of Trout…

Sir Mason stopped his thoughts when he noticed the movement next to him, and quickly touched his chest with his right hand, saying respectfully: "My Lord."

Green patted Mason on the shoulder, sat down, and said: "Pell danced the victory dance in Seagull Town (Chapter 247), and it was in full view of everyone."

"Pell?"

Sir Mason was slightly stunned, paused, and then said: "Not being able to witness that scene with my own eyes is the biggest regret of my life, Lord."

Green smiled when he heard it, picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine, and said: "How is the food preparation going?"

Sir Mason nodded slightly and replied: "The food in Seagull Town is directly transported to Maiden Spring Town by ship, and the whole process is very smooth. As for the food in the River Bay, it will be unloaded at Mermaid Port first, so it will take about 30 days to arrange for transportation there."

Green pondered for a moment and said: "The food in Seagull Town is enough for the military to use for a period of time. After the army is assembled in Maiden Spring Town, they can set off first. I will leave enough guards to ensure the safe transportation of subsequent food and grass."

"As commanded."

After a pause, Sir Mason hesitated, and then said: "Sir, please forgive me, the riverlands are in chaos now, with refugees everywhere... It is difficult for our army to get supplies there, and we currently only have Having prepared a year's supply of food and fodder, I am worried that the enemy will seize this weakness and use the castle to engage in prolonged attrition against us."

Green held the wine glass and swayed gently. After patiently listening to Mason's words, he said slowly: "Very good, your worries are not unreasonable. This is indeed a very likely situation. If it were me, I would I will indeed deal with it in your own way.”

His brown eyes trembled slightly, he paused, and continued: "The harvest season in the valley (Chapter 273) is over. I will order to mobilize enough food and grass for the army for one year from there."

Hearing this, Sir Mason stroked his chest: "Thank you for listening to my trivial suggestions, my lord."

Green smiled and nodded, then he moved his gaze to the bottom of the high platform, looked at it intently for a while, and suddenly said: "My loyal knight, how many people here are following me to fight in the Riverlands?"

Sir Mason also looked down and replied: "Almost half of them, my lord."

Green stood up from the chair: "Come on, come with me for a walk."

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The Government Office in Mermaid Harbor.

In front of the large desk, only the flickering candlelight of the candlestick emits a dim and weak light.

Butler Hershel looked at the letter with the Fire Emblem on the sealing wax for a while, stood up, and shouted towards the door: "Here comes someone!"

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"The little devil stabbed the prime minister to death with his sharp nails, and then strangled the little king to death."

"Has the little devil been caught?"

"No, after it was done, the little devil disappeared in the smoke."

"He also killed the Red Viper before!"

"I heard that during the trial, the Prime Minister will cut off the little devil's head. He must be seeking revenge!"

"The gods bless the new king, it is said that he is still drinking milk..."

"The queen slut's..."

"Shut up! You're going to get into trouble!"

"I think the little devil will come back, and he will definitely kill King Tommen."

"I heard that the little devil was not the murderer. It was the Rose of the South who killed the Prime Minister and the King."

"Shut up! Don't you want to eat Rose's bread?!"

"Yes, get out!"

"Get out! Get out!"

The cathedral of Baelor was dark and quiet. The last ray of sunset slanted in from outside the high window, casting a layer of red light on the tall statue of the Seven Gods.

The scented candles surrounding the altar flickered, and dark shadows gathered on the high walls, descending slowly and silently to the marble floor.

Joffrey killed his father...

Jaime Lannister entered King's Landing in the early morning, and until now... He stood motionless next to his father's coffin, his fingers tightly grasping the hilt of the sword at his waist.

After a while, Sir Balon Swann of the Kingsguard came over and whispered: "Lord Jaime, your entourage told me that you have been traveling for three days and nights. Tonight, please let me take your place. Keep a wake.”

Sir James shook his head slightly: "He is not your father, please let me stay alone."

His first child was a parricide monster who killed his father.

Back then, he thrust his sword into Aerys II's back.

Now, his son has thrust his sword into his father's back... Is this a curse placed by the gods when he broke his oath?

"As you command, Lord James."

Ser Balon's footsteps faded away, and Jaime was alone with his father in a room again. The only things that accompanied the father and son were candles, crystals, and the sweet and decadent smell of death.

Throughout the day, he looked at his "sleeping" father. His legs were already numb, but... strangely, he couldn't feel sadness.

He asked himself, where were his tears?

Where, he asked himself, was his anger?

He told his father, who taught him that crying was a sign of weakness in a man, so it was impossible for him to cry for his father.

This morning, thousands of noble men and women came to the coffin to pay their respects to their father. In the afternoon, thousands more people from King's Landing came... They all had solemn expressions, but James suspected that many of them were secretly happy, feeling doubly happy about the Prime Minister's death.

He knew that even in Lannister's own territory in the West, Lord Tywin was more respected than loved by everyone, and the people of King's Landing had never forgotten that time... his father's soldiers looted the city on the day of its destruction.

Among all the mourners, Grand Maester Pycelle was the most saddened. He told Jaime... Tywin Lannister was the greatest figure in his memory. Although he had never worn a crown, he definitely had the demeanor of a king. .

The sun has completely set, and the Great Cathedral of Baelor is dark and silent. All the windows above the head have turned dark, with only the faint starlight shining through.

Even though countless scented candles were burning, the smell of his father's corpse was getting stronger and stronger. This reminded James of the battlefield after the war, where countless crows came to enjoy the feast, feasting on both the victors and the defeated.

He raised his head... There were crows hovering above the majestic vaults and seven towers of the Great Sept of Baelor. They flapped their black wings against the black night sky, eager to get in.

He laughed... He told his father that every crow in the Seven Kingdoms came to pay tribute to his father, from Castamere to the Blackwater, and it was his father who fed them.

This opinion seemed to please Lord Tywin, and his smile broadened.

Yes, his father was Tywin Lannister, the old lion that everyone revered, and Jaime thought his father was enjoying death at the moment.

James suddenly laughed absurdly, and the loud laughter echoed in the church.

His son killed his father, and he kept vigil for his father. Isn't this more comical than a vaudeville act?

His life is so ridiculously bad!

"James..."

Ser Jaime suddenly opened his eyes and blinked, as if he had fallen asleep standing up.

There was a figure walking towards him, and he recognized the moving pace. It was his favorite.

"Cersei Lannister." Jaime called slowly, as if waking up from a dream, not knowing where he was.

"James, I'm worried about you."

Cersei looked very haggard, but Jaime could see that she wasn't there to comfort him. But with a purpose, she...maybe she has always done this.

James no longer looked at Cersei, he moved his gaze towards his father and said: "Don't worry about me, you take care of yourself..."

There was a sarcastic curve at the corner of his mouth: "Maybe I don't need to worry about this."

Cersei was stunned for a moment, then she walked around the coffin of her father's body, hugged the cold-looking James, and said with great sadness: "We want to avenge our son..."

Jaime pushed Cersei away. His numb legs made him stagger, but he gritted his teeth and regained his feet.

"He is not my son, he is a monster, and he killed our father, Cersei, and he deserves to die!"

Tears overflowed from the corners of Cersei's eyes, and she shrank as if being whipped: "James, Joffrey must have been deceived. He loves his grandfather. There must be a conspiracy here, otherwise how could he..."

"enough."

Ser Jaime had no interest in listening to Cersei's lies. He suppressed his anger and said: "I don't want to hear that name again, the name of that monster."

Hearing Jaime's disgust for Joffrey, Cersei's tearful face was instantly flooded with tears: "You believe me, I will definitely find the real murderer, Jaime, you must believe me."

Believe her? How could he possibly believe her.

James's chest rose and fell slowly: "Cersei, don't mention that monster again, I can't wait to... I can't wait to... with my own hands..."

He moved his lips, took a deep breath, and finally stopped talking.

"James. Please, please give me some time, and I promise you... I won't mention him to you until I find the real murderer..."

Cersei wiped the tears from her cheeks. She leaned closer to Jaime and placed her slender fingers gently on his arm.

"My James, we must put aside our grief temporarily. We are the heirs of the old lion, and we have to shoulder the responsibilities left by our father."