The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

Ward’s weasel narrowed his eyes slightly: "My lord, the Frey family has ruled here for six hundred years. Hedong and Hexi are all nobles and knights loyal to the Frey family. It’s okay if you want me to be loyal to the Holy Tribunal. I hope I won’t conflict with my current loyal lord Horst Tully."

"What if there is a conflict?" Bertram laughed. The old thing is really glib. The dilemma of choice is not a problem at all for him, so he can easily open his mouth.

"I hope it can be resolved." In one sentence, the answer is even more seamless, and both sides are not guilty.

"What if it can't be resolved?" The question was nailed.

"I can die, family and honor will last forever." The old thing is always like a slippery eel. If you pinch it hard, he can always slide out. It seems to have answered, but in fact, a word has not been implemented. But Dong Kexi, his answer is uncertain. How the family and honor will last forever, whether loyalty to the Holy Tribunal will last forever, or loyalty to the Fengjun Tuli family, or loyalty to one's own forever, this is an ambiguous answer.

Bertram's heart is bright-or the person who pretends to be Bertram with faceless art-Will Cao's heart is bright-he can't achieve honor and loyalty with people like Wald Frey Oath.

This person is not a young Robb, or a roaring stoneman in Wolfwood, or a wooden shield tribe, or a night watchman facing savage ice and strange ghosts, not Caitlin, not Ed Stark, not wolf, not The lion, this man, is a refined weasel.

The weasel has become fine.

"I understand." Will put away the token of the Saint Judge's star judge. He couldn't bring the fine weasel back to his command. This guy just promised loyalty, and his oath is not credible.

The words just now were a sword confrontation on the other side.

Will demonstrating with faceless technique, acupuncture and moxibustion, both grace and power, but he failed to convince Wald Frey's heart. Obviously, he is a little optimistic.

In this small space, Will takes the absolute initiative. In such an unfavorable situation, Lord Ward has never been disadvantaged.

In that case, don't waste time, he can't afford it.

Will quickly drew out the silver needle, and said, "Master Ward, I will leave the map of silver needle acupuncture technology to your bachelor Bertram. After I leave, I will send a raven with the prepared moxa leaf. Let me give you a small candle for herbal medicine. There is one more way for multiple allies. I hope we can cooperate happily."

Wald Frey looked at the fake Bertram's face with scrutiny. He didn't believe what the fake Bertram said. He wanted to know more about the Holy Tribunal and about the future war. You know, now the world is peaceful, the seven countries are unified, and there is no war. You know, with his nearly 100-year-old experience, he has never heard the name of Saint Tribunal, the most famous killer organization in the Seven Kingdoms, that is, Moke.

Mo Ke is not good at killing people and changing shapes. Mo Ke's most powerful skill is intelligence. Trafficker pawn. prostitute. Female. Vagrant singers, mercenaries, etc. are their eyeliners, as long as you can afford to pay, you can get the information you want.

"My lord, may I ask you a question that maybe shouldn't be asked?"

"of course!"

Will skillfully pinned the silver needle to the bachelor's pocket and hung the pocket in the bachelor's robe.

"Now that the seven countries are at peace, where did the war come from?"

Will smiled: "Master Ward, I will tell you this question later. You and I are predestined, and I am convinced by your wisdom. You can ask one more question, and I will tell you the answer together."

Wald Frey looked at Will with suspicious eyes, and the weasel's eyes flickered, cunning and suspicious: "My lord, which lord of the Tribunal is loyal to? Wolf? Lion, male deer or silver trout?" He probed cautiously. Asked. The expression is humble, but the blade is hidden.

Will and Wald Frey looked at each other, and the weasel was really cunning. He knew that Wald Frey had known that the Holy Trinity was from the north. By the way, that token was carved with Yubei wood, which is north. The sacred tree of the world.

Wald Frey sees the micro-knowledge. Nowadays, there are strangers in the south, and Saint Tribunal in the north.

Will smiled: "Okay, I'll tell you now." He stepped forward with one hand, pinching Vard's throat, and tightening, "I can't do it for the people of the Tribunal—death! Wait for you to become Undead, the stranger (death god) will tell you the answer."

Will lifted Ward Frey's body slightly off the ground.

The old man's body is very light. He has been tortured by illness and pain for a long time. He is skinny, with old spots on his face and hands. Only a pair of weasels have eyes that are not sharp.

The old man was unable to resist, his throat gurgled, his dry fingers gripped Will's arm, his feet kicking in the air. His eyes gradually became bloodshot, the corners of his mouth shed water, and his body twisted like a curved back shrimp...

Will watched Wald Frey take his last breath.

Although Ward Frey made the last effort with his eyes and body language, I hope Will relax his hand to give him a chance to speak, maybe it is a pledge of allegiance, maybe it is a token of faith, maybe... but Will no longer Listen to him.

He had already given Ward a chance.

If you are not loyal, play scheming, thinking that you can bargain with Luan Hecheng in hand, then die!

Every life is eternal.

Since then, Wald Frey’s life has been eternally paged from the beginning to the end in the book of the God of Time and Space, and it remains unchanged.

After the death of Wald Frey, his eldest son, the heir in line, was the most upright, rational, kind and honorable Sir Steve Len Frey of all Freys. This man has not been able to become the heir to the Marquis of Luanhecheng after being in his twenties for 40 years. Now, his dream has come true!

Will lays Wald Frey’s body flat on Hiroki (wide+wood, typed in one word, Harmony is so fierce), he smooths the scars in his throat, helps him close his dead eyes, and covers quilt. Open the door, come out, the door is standing Bachelor Bertram.

"Osha, how many star fighters sneaked in in Luanhe City?" Will said.

"Three."

"Add two more."

"Yes, my lord!"

Really Sir Bertram, has been killed by Osha and skinned.

The Holy Tribunal’s Star Judges, who belonged entirely to the people of the Northern Territory, developed rapidly. In Winterfell, Robb developed thirty loyal and loyal deceased fighters of family power as star Judges. These people are under the jurisdiction of Osha and trained by Robb and Osha. This time I went to King’s Landing. There were seven star champions among the entourage and guard.

Luanhe City is a strategically important place in the military, and the megalithic castle is indestructible; since it cannot be attacked by force from the outside, then break through from the inside.

Will knows a story about a king, a rich man, a priest, and a mercenary holding a sharp sword.

The king, the rich and the priest all order the mercenaries to kill the other two. The king can give the mercenary territory and power, the rich man can give the mercenary a huge amount of wealth, and the priest can give the mercenary faith, the scroll of God, spiritual peace and soul The destination. ——So who will the mercenary kill in the end? Who will stay?

In fact, in this story, the mercenary holding a sharp sword represents strength.

When power, power, wealth, and faith are put together for a contest, it is power that wins.

When power and treacherous, cunning, and ingenuity are put together with the city, power wins again!

***

Junlin City. Under the Prime Minister's Tower.

"His Royal Highness, Bran's power is too great." A Lannister's red cloak whispered, "It might not be wise to fight him again."

"No, I can kill him when he comes down from the tower." Joffrey's blue eyes flashed crazy. The corners of his mouth were cracked, there were blood stains on his chin, and the beautiful half of his face was completely red and swollen. One eye blinked from time to time, and it was so hot that it was too hot to open. "When he climbs down, I can kill him." He firmly believed this.

Because, climbing down from the tall Prime Minister's Tower, Bran, who pretends to be a knight, must have weakened his arms, making it difficult to lift his sword.

He has no power.