The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Menton, who broke through the door, rushed forward without pausing.

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The bandit group that was attacked naturally suffered heavy losses, and more than half of them lost their lives before they could react.

The remaining group of thieves had just retreated to this stone house.

The robbers who had just closed the door and wanted to discuss the next step while temporarily out of danger were also startled by the movement made by Menton.

Is that human being?

The nearest robber had his head smashed by Menton for a moment of hesitation.

The bandit leader shouted: "Fight!!!"

A robber gritted his teeth, gritted his teeth, held the hilt of his sword tightly, and stabbed Menton.

Under the cover of the helmet, no trace of disgust flashed across Mengton's innocent face.

Menton took a step forward nimbly with his thick legs, and smashed down the round shield in his left hand. With a bang, he flattened the robber and his sword together. The whole process was full of a sense of primitive power.

In the small space of the house, Menton used his physical advantage to deal with the approaching robbers in a short time.

At this time, clan soldiers also poured into the house one by one and killed them.

As soon as An Gai entered the house, he stared at the bandit leader who was loudly ordering the bandits but hiding in the back.

An Gai raised the corners of his lips slightly and took out an arrow from his quiver.

Just as An Gai was about to raise his bow, the warhammer stained red with plasma in Mengton's hand spun and flew out.

With a bang, the flying hammer hit the bandit leader right in the face, making a bone-crushing sound.

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An Gai changed his target, shot an arrow with a whoosh, and a robber fell down in response.

After shooting the arrow, An Gai looked at Mengton and said helplessly: "The accuracy is good!"

Because of the visor, Ange couldn't see Menton's expression, but from the trembling of his flesh balls, he could tell that Menton was smiling happily.

A simple and honest fat man? !

The battle is nearing its end.

An Gai changed his usual calmness, quickly drew his bow and nocked an arrow, and shot an arrow quickly.

A Kleb soldier holding a battle ax was just about to take the head of the last robber when the sound of arrows piercing the air came to his ears.

Poof, the robber covered his neck with the arrow and fell to the ground with blood flowing from his mouth.

The axe-holding soldier made a grunting sound and stared at An Gai sideways, with a dangerous light in his eyes.

Please drink! An Gai quickly made a gesture of drinking, and then the axe-holding soldier nodded slightly and looked away.

Mengton stretched out his hand to pull on his visor and said naively: "Angai, don't forget my barbecue."

An Gai didn't want to pay attention to the cunning fat man for the time being: "..."

The tall and sturdy figure of the axe-holding soldier approached and said in a rough voice: "Mengton, will you take me with you next time you knock on the door?"

Mengton looked up and nodded naively.

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In two days of fighting, Green's tribesmen wiped out four bandit groups.

The harvest was good, and Green would have been secretly happy for a long time.

He is still very happy, but now that Green has been with the wealthy Lannister for a long time, this level can no longer bring him the same pleasure as before.

Green's appetite also continued to grow.

After a day of grooming, the Greens, each with a strong horse, re-entered the Rose Avenue, holding high the Kleb tribe flag, and headed south.

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Red Fort, Prime Minister's Tower.

Duke Jon, who was lying on the hospital bed again, was about to speak when he felt his throat was itchy and couldn't help but cough violently.

After calming down for a while, Duke Jon said in a hoarse voice: "Petyr, this time I... I'm afraid I have to lie down a little longer."

Petyr comforted him: "Your Majesty, you will get well soon. You have to believe in Maester Pycelle."

Duke Jon whispered: "Yes, Pycelle's medical skills are superb."

After a moment of silence, Duke Jon asked again: "Where is Stannis?"

Petyr's face looked a little helpless: "After Duke Stannis said goodbye to you, he left King's Landing with his people. I think now..."

Petyr spread his hands and continued: "He should be on the ship returning to Dragonstone."

Duke Jon sighed weakly: "This stubborn stag."

Petyr once again comforted him: "Everyone knows the character of Lord Stannis. Don't always take his words to heart. You have your own difficulties. Others are not the King's Hands. They don't understand you and even misunderstand you. You are all normal."

Petyr was good at observing details. Although Maester Pycelle acted normally, the flash of change on Maester Pycelle's face did not escape his eyes.

I really underestimated the lethality of Lord Stannis. Lord Jon's health is not optimistic this time.

Petyr's comfort at this time was definitely sincere. It was not in his interest that Duke Jon could not die yet.

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Petyr's voice was very gentle: "I think you've long been used to it."

Petyr's words made Duke Jon's complexion seem to improve a lot: "Petyr, starting from tomorrow, you can come directly to the Prime Minister's Tower."

Petyr raised the corners of his lips, nodded towards Duke Jon, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I am deeply honored to be able to serve you."

"Go and rest."

Duke Jon raised his hand slightly, waved it with difficulty, and weakly lowered his eyes.

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At this time, Petyr, who had left Duke Jon's bedroom, had just walked down the stairs.

There was no one around and the lights were dim.

A white and chubby hand suddenly appeared and took Petyr's arm.

Petyr's gray-green eyes trembled slightly, but he instantly recognized the owner of this hand.

Petyr followed the force and moved over, his hands naturally placed on the black figure's waist, and he said in a low and hoarse voice: "My Lysa."

The black shadow's identity is Lysa Tully.

Lysa Tully comes from the Tully family of the Riverlands and is the wife of Jon Arryn, Duke of the Eyrie and Hand of the King.

Although Lady Lysa Tully also lowered her voice, she could not hide the joy in her tone: "You always think of me first, my Petyr!"

My vision gradually became clearer as I adapted to the darkness.

Lady Lysa Tully has the blue eyes of the Tully family.

Lady Lysa Tully has long, fluffy reddish-brown hair. After giving birth to Lord Jon's only son, Robert Arryn, her body began to gain weight.

Lysa Tully, 31, has a bloated body and although her cheeks are powdered, she looks ten years older than her actual age.

At this moment, Petyr only had Lysa Tully in front of him in his eyes, as if he was staring at the most cherished treasure in his life.

Lady Lysa Tully loved Petyr's charming eyes the most. Every time it was not enough, she was suddenly fascinated.

Intoxicated with love, Lady Lysa Tully had completely forgotten where she was, and her chubby white hands slipped into Petyr's robe.

Petyr lowered his gray-green eyes, raised the corners of his lips, and glanced at the short Lady Lysa Tully.

Although Petyr suppressed his voice, it was full of love: "Lysa, don't make too much noise."