(Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, reunion.) ）

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"Your Excellency!" said Harry, the Bachelor, cautiously.

The sound of horses' hooves was audible, and the group moved forward neither fast nor slow, and there were no pursuers behind.

Maester Harry slowed down and walked alongside Master Gregor after the break.

Gregor glared at Master Harry.

“...... If the Chariot family sues the adults, have the adults thought of a countermeasure?"

"What's your solution?"

“...... I...... Tell ...... truth."

Gregor stared at Maester Harry with scrutinizing eyes until he winced and turned his head to look ahead.

Indeed, it is very difficult to fool Tywin, who has a high IQ.

In this rudimentary agrarian civilization, and in a world where supernatural forces also exist, Gregor himself does not have a high sense of security.

Think about it, in the north of this world, there are unkillable ghouls similar to zombies, there are strange ghosts that seem to be composed of ice elements similar to super powers, a kind of humanoid life forest child lives in the ghost forest in the north, a green prophet who turns into a three-eyed crow, an alien whose mental willpower can possess animals, a real giant in the Sean Mountains is 4 meters tall, and Gregor himself has become a dwarf compared to the giant.

Soon, three fire-breathing dragons will appear in Assos, the eastern continent, and Melisandre, the Red God shaman, who can see the future, will cross the sea and settle on Dragonstone.

The free trade city-state of Braavos, on the other side of the Narrow Sea, has the top killer Faceless who can change his body and face at will, all kinds of expensive invisible poisons are continuously researched and sold around the world in the poison research and development base 'Rees City-State', and there are all kinds of strange gods and beliefs in the world. Most of the time, however, the gods of this world do not respond to his godly people. People have to rely on themselves at all times.

So what can Gregor rely on on himself?

If it weren't for Tywin's power to protect him, Chariot's legions would have come to attack the tiny Fort Klegan, he was invincible in close combat, but how could he resist the thousands of arrows fired by Charlotte's legions? His armor and shields could protect himself, but what about his horses? What about his followers and servants?

A year later, the Seven Kingdoms will be in chaos and civil war. Two years later, the strange ghost will lead the ghoul to appear in large numbers in the ghost forest in the north, and four years later, maybe five years, the long summer has passed, the autumn is snowing, and the winter is coming, and all humanoid life, human life, and animal life on the continent of Westeros are facing the dark moment of life and death.

The Wraiths lead the warriors they have created: zombie-like ghouls who have been resurrected after death and become unkillable will use the power of Winter to attack the Seven Kingdoms, and that moment will be the end of this civilized world.

Gregor didn't know if he would live long enough for the Wraiths to attack the Seven Kingdoms.

Without making changes, two years later, in the year 300 of Aegon's calendar, at the wedding of King Joffrey, he would end his life as a man.

Leaving here, leaving Westeros and going to a free-trade city-state across the Narrow Sea, all he could do was become a mercenary. Hang out with a bunch of mercenaries who don't understand the language, and get drunk when they run out of wine, and go to work for a rich nobleman who has never met before, to kill people. There are no ideals, no future, no homeland, no faith, except for killing people and setting fires, just drinking and sleeping.

In order to maybe be a gold coin, he had to take on whatever he didn't like.

It's not yet time to flee the land.

If he doesn't flee here, then he needs a legion, a legion that is entirely his own. It's like the Saliot family, at any time with an order, three thousand soldiers are in place. These warriors fought only for their lords.

Gregor had never felt so desperate that he needed an army.

This regiment had at least a thousand people.

The warriors of the nobles, usually from the commoners of their own territory, may be farmers, hunters, fishermen, craftsmen, dock porters, miners, servants, or any other profession, but as soon as the lord issued a military service order, they had to put down their work, bring their weapons and armor, and enlist in the army, and follow the lord to war.

Many warriors did not have a decent set of armor and the swords they used were not of high quality.

Such legions are not strong in combat, and they have very little time for military training, which is simply not comparable to that of mercenaries.

This is also a fundamental reason why the great nobles like to hire professional mercenaries.

Mercenaries do not do any work, their usual job is to train in swordsmanship, horsemanship, bow and arrow skills. Once there is a life, they are also required to shed blood and fight, and they need to provide strong protection against violence, which is the tempering of the mercenary's combat power and professional military quality. In contrast, the military quality of the improvised legions of peasants, fishermen, or craftsmen with little military training could not be compared with that of mercenary regiments.

But the mercenaries can't compare to the family soldiers.

The mercenary corps are very powerful, but because they are paid to do things, their relationship with their employers is completely a monetary transaction, and has nothing to do with loyalty, sacrifice, or family and country feelings. In a word, they can help you fight, but they won't fight for you.

The family soldiers, on the other hand, possess qualities that mercenaries do not possess at all: loyalty, sacrifice, unity, and honor.

Gregor's territory was too small for a few miners to fight for him when he issued a military service order, and he needed money to build a family legion, and he couldn't stay with Tywin Lannister to earn ten dragons a month. Ten golden dragons is a huge amount of money for ordinary people, but in the eyes of the aristocracy, especially in the rich West, they are completely poor.

Gregor earns a month with Tywin is not enough to spend three days in a brothel for Tywin's deformed second son, the little demon Tyrion Lannister. Many times the little devil spends ten golden dragons a day, and if he is happy, he will not be rewarded with only ten golden dragons for prostitutes.

Gregor must find a way to make a lot of money.

How to make money in the West?

Raise a small mercenary group to take over the mines, go to the markets of Lannisport to find a chance to trade, rob the gold mines in a mask, increase taxes, use what you learned from previous civilizations to invent and create? Gregor is distraught.

............

Gregor looked at the clear blue sky in silence.

The sky is blue, the air is fresh, there is no gray haze in the previous civilization, but there is also no mobile phone network and industrial machinery, and there are troubles and crises in each civilization in each civilization.

"Master Harry, I have a letter to Lord Tywin. ”

"Yes, sir. What should I write?"

"Let's just say that my headache has worsened and I need to rest at home for a longer period of time. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"Also mention the fact that Alva Chariot kidnapped my daughter, Julie, and raped her at the Silver Mountain Mine. ”

"Yes, sir. What about Alvar Charlotte's accidental death...... Do you want to mention it?"

"Mention!"

“...... How to mention ......"

"We went to Alva Chariot and asked him to return my daughter. I grabbed Alva and threw it lightly, and his own heart attack and he died. ”

"Heart disease?"

"Yes, heart disease, didn't you learn about heart disease at Potter's Fellowship?"

“...... I...... Belch...... Haven't dissected it yet...... Corpse. Master Harry's face flushed slightly, his eyes twinkled.

Gregor wasn't sure if there was a heart disease in the world.

"Alva himself died suddenly of a heart attack, and he was completely unexpected. After an accident. We returned Alva's body to the Silver Hall, where Saliot killed us, so we took Adado Chariot hostage and returned to Fort Krigane, demanding that the Saliot family pay compensation and apologize for taking my daughter Julie and raping her. ”

“...... Belch...... Gregor ...... My lord...... Will Lord Tywin believe what the letter says?"

"I don't know, but that's what you wrote. ”

"Yes, sir. ”