As soon as Polliver entered, he stood in front of Sweetmouth Raff.

He was tall, and he could be seen by Gregor standing there.

Gregor was taller, and in the hall, there were just a few people, and anyone could see them.

But Polivier clearly wanted to get this errand: go to King's Landing and grab Littlefinger Petyr Baelish.

Sweet-mouthed Raff had a smile on his face, looking unconcerned, but his heart was full of anticipation.

Who wouldn't want to make meritorious contributions?

Littlefinger Petyr Berish was a finance minister, with no guards and no martial arts, and his family's domain was the Five Fingers Peninsula in the valley, a desert island with only a few fishermen, and the only thing they could feed was moss-eating goats. The Earl of Sheep is not married, single, and takes away such a person, simple, clean and not troublesome.

The executioner, Dunson, looked at Sir Gregor with blazing eyes, and he longed for this mission, which was both an honor and a credit. Sweetmouth Raff has already done a great job: he has helped the Duke train the generals of the West's 'Sentinel Command' method, and this time he thinks it's his turn.

Notebook Mark stood at the back of the four, and he knew that he was out of play, which made him depressed. This is how to be the chief of general affairs, there is no chance to be at the forefront of the war, and the opportunities for meritorious service are all for Tianzui and others, he is in charge of the affairs of Klegon Village, managing the armory, stables, granaries, land, miners, and people, and it has always been difficult to get any opportunities. These things are very complicated, and if you take care of them in person, and you don't assign them to a junior officer, you have to deal with a lot of things every day, but you seem to be an idler.

It's a thankless effort, and it's about the position of the head of the general affairs.

Gregor looked at his four die-hard fans, and he knew everyone wanted the task.

"Notepad!" said Sir Gregor.

"Yes, sir!" replied the notepad weakly. He knew that Sir would tell him to go out and see the stables, the buildings, the crops, and so on. Now even the lamp oil of the church, the management of the servants, the cleanliness and the food and drink are all for him to inquire and inspect.

"Go to King's Landing this time to grab Littlefinger, and you'll be responsible. Gregor said.

The notepad froze.

"You see how many people you need to go together, and go to the cavalry team to pick it yourself. Sir spoke again.

The notepad's head exploded with a thud.

He felt like his whole body was floating.

He still couldn't believe it.

“...... My lord...... I went to King's Landing...... So many ...... in the village Chores ......"

"Lady Jane is watching. "What are you worried about in the stables with Officer Thomas Mann, the kitchen with Lady Allen, the armory with Officer Abt, the village with Delia, the Sanctuary with the Witches, the Raven with Master Harry, the miners with Polliver, and the cavalry with Sweetmouth Raff and Dunson?"

"My lord, I want to go with the notepad, he needs help. Polivier stammered. He makes awkward gestures to add momentum to his own speech.

"He's in need of help, but not the three of you. Notepads need a chance to prove themselves. Gregor said.

"My lord, when am I leaving?"

"The sooner the better, you see how many people you need, whether it's on horseback or in a carriage, I don't care about that, I want you to understand a little bit, catch Petyr Berish, the little finger, and don't let the octopus spider know. His little birds can be found all over the city, especially at the gates. Although the little bird is said to be a child, in fact, the soldiers at the city gate and the shoemaker on the street may be the little bird of Lord Varys. ”

"Yes, I know what to do. The notepad smiled, his expression was relaxed, he was sure that the good thing this time was his own, and his confidence came back all of a sudden, and people were in good spirits at happy events, and the face of the notepad was bright!

"Tell me how you'll do it?"

"Littlefinger is the Chancellor of the Exchequer, that's fine, I'll go to his brothel and say there's something wrong with the mint and I need him to go and see it, and we'll just wait outside the city for him to get out of town. The notepad said.

"Good!"

"My lord, if there is an emergency, I can deal with it. Dunson said.

"Don't even think about going to the three of you, the notepad is a raw face, the octopus spider doesn't know him, and Littlefinger doesn't know him. He was young, only a teenager, and no one would be wary of a child who seemed to have a kind smile. Gregor said.

Polivier, Dunson, and Sweetmouth were all disappointed.

Sweet Mouth's disappointment is in my heart. Polivier's disappointment was on his face. Dunsen's disappointment was on his breathing, his chest heaving and his breath short.

*

From the Clegane Territory in the west to Winterfell in the north, thousands of miles of road, it takes two months for a large group of people to walk, and a month for a small team. However, the raven walked in a straight line in the air, and the distance was more than doubled, so there was no need to go out of Golden Tooth City and cross the Red Fork River into the thousand-mile journey between the rivers, and go directly north, fly directly to the mountains of the west, cross the sky over the Iron Islands, and enter the Ancestral Wasteland in the North, not far in front of the Pioneer Grave, which is the Lord of the North, the Stark family's Winterfell.

The ravens released by Fellow University Graders were day and night, day and night, and they arrived in Winterfell. Through the hands of Maester Ruwen of the Bachelor's Tower, the Duke's letter reached the hands of Count Tiger Chariot. When the Count had read the letter, he replied at once, not daring to delay at all, and before dawn the Count released the raven he was carrying. The messenger ravens of the Clegane rested at the Count's and ate corn and minced meat.

It was another day and night, and at dawn Fellow was woken up by Master Harry, holding a reply from the wax-sealed Earl Tiger Charlotte.

Lord Tywin has an order to get a letter from Earl Tyg, and to give it to him at any time.

Earl Tywin's heart could no longer be calmed by Witch's prophecy that the Westside would go to war with the North, so he simply stayed in the village of Klegon and waited for the raven to reply.

This matter is not trivial.

For a duke, the biggest thing is the outbreak of war.

Fellow didn't dare to slack off, and immediately went to the third floor and knocked on the Duke's door.

It was slightly bright, and the Duke got up, with a candle in his hand, and crushed the wax seal of Count Tiger's letter.

The Bachelor hurriedly took the candle, and the Duke unfolded the parchment scroll, on which were written short words: Lord Duke, the fourth son of Lord Eddard, Bran Stark, fell from the remnant tower, broke his legs, and fell into a coma, and he has not woken up for half a month. No one saw what happened when Bran fell, so Tiger didn't know if Bran was slippery or pushed down.

When the Duke read the letter a second time, Master Potter was already frozen.

Witch's prophecy, at least for the most part, is true: the wolf broke his leg and has not yet woken up.

How did the Witch Queen's Sanctuary in Klegan know what was happening in Winterfell in the North?

But this is what wizards, prophets, and shapeshifters are capable of.

The Bachelor remembered the story of the omnipotent Brindon Rivers of the 'Thousand and One Eyes' sung by the Seven Kingdoms.

Since Wu Ji predicted that the little wolf would break his leg from the remnant tower, was his hand slippery or someone pushed him down?

The witch's prophecy is about a lion pushing down a wolf cub.

Tywin slowly rolled up the parchment and placed it on the candle, the flame burned the parchment, and the parchment began to burn and curl.

"Bachelor, how many golden dragons did Director Yarman bring with him?"