The thick fog that had shrouded the wolf forest for several days suddenly dissipated, and the big Jon, who led the forward exploration, was very confused about this, but this did not prevent him from starting his normal march.

So after sending someone to inform the rear army, he led his forward army to prepare for the attack.

Without the thick fog, this time they were extremely smooth, and under the leadership of the locals of the Wolf Forest, they arrived at the location of the Deep Forest Fort in half a day.

However, what was in front of him surprised everyone.

The banner at the head of the city fell, and the soldiers defending the city on the city wall were scattered, as if wandering aimlessly.

The gates of the deep forest castle were wide open at this moment.

At the castle gate, an Iron Isles soldier was sitting on the ground, hugging his furry thighs and nibbling on his already bloody toes.

"Did the stranger grass them all, what did I see?" The big man stammered.

……

In the boundless gray sea, a blue "star" twinkled quietly.

It was the female leader of the invaders that Charles had captured in the Deepwood, and because he was curious about the power behind the invaders, he took her into the scepter after her death, rather than resurrecting her as a dead corpse.

It's a pity that after careful questioning, this person basically didn't know anything, only knew that this was her father's instructions.

With the scepter's ability to judge, she couldn't lie or anything.

As for why she was blue, rather than normal colorless translucent, Charles had researched and found that it was some kind of special "dye" contained in the spirit.

It seems that the special power that appeared because of her faith is now isolated in the scepter, and it is fading little by little.

……

After returning to Winterfell's bedroom and questioning the ironwoman named Asha, Charles had thought about looking for the bald eunuch here, but the sudden arrival of Arya interrupted him.

"Have you eaten?" The girl's first words were like that, and looking at her smiling little face, Charles thought she might have nothing to do.

So he replied with some irrelevance. "Nope."

Arya was not discouraged by this, and seeing that Charles was sitting in a chair and did not have the idea of getting up, she ran to the chair opposite him and sat down, muttering indignantly: "That Rams is so disgusting, Mom is ready to let him go!" ”

"Let him go?" Charles raised an eyebrow, unconsciously caught in the attention.

"That's right, she said it's for the bigger picture." The girl pouted, then looked at Charles expectantly.

"Would you like to teach him a lesson?"

"That's what you're looking for me?"

"Of course."

"You want me to teach that bastard a lesson?"

"That's right, it's too cheap to just let him go." Arya nodded busily, as if trying to increase her voice, and then she pulled another person, "Sansa thinks he's very annoying, but she's too embarrassed to come to you." ”

"Are you embarrassed?"

"Excuse me, we know each other very well."

Charles rolled his eyes.

He didn't have a good sense of the bastard, but he didn't want to be troublesome either, so he replied, "I don't think I'm troublesome, so I'll let him go." ”

"No trouble, no trouble," said busily, as Arya reached out to Natsu and smiled and spread out her palm, revealing the contents inside.

"Hair?"

Charles looked down, speechless.

"Are you ready?"

"Of course." Arya said solemnly: "I got this after a lot of effort, how about it?" Help, just because I owe you a favor. ”

Favor? Charles laughed when he heard this, "Who did you learn this from?" ”

"Fool Ade, every time he goes to ask Master Miken to repair his scythe and doesn't pay, he says that." Arya replied honestly, not realizing that she seemed to have accidentally said something.

Shaking his head speechlessly, Charles took the strand of hair.

Thinking about some of the memories of the bastard, he began to rummage under his bed.

The girl was encouraged by this obvious acquiescence, but she was curious to see Charles pull out a doll and a piece of paper with small letters written on it from the bag under the bed

"You don't need to sew your spells yourself?"

"Why sew it yourself? Didn't you sew it for me last time? ”

"And where did you get the doll?"

"Custom-made in King's Landing."

"You ......"

"Shut up and don't bother me."

So the girl pursed her lips, but she didn't ask any more questions. But seeing that he skillfully "disemboweled" the doll and stuffed it into her hair, she couldn't help it.

"Are you going to kill him?"

"What do you think, it's not good for children to fight and kill all day long."

"I'm just asking ......"

Charles glanced at her, but did not respond, and after the spell was recited, the paper burned out, and a large number of secret texts were printed on the doll with the appearance of linen.

Then he placed it on the table, picked up a silver dagger next to him, and after a few glances, he raised his eyes and asked, "How do you want to punish him?" ”

Can I still decide? Arya was quite excited when she heard this, "Father said that rapists should be castrated, murderers should be beheaded, and mother didn't want him to be beheaded, so it would be better to castrate him." ”

At her age, she didn't understand what the punishment meant, so much so that she spoke with a little regret.

It was a gesture, and Charles didn't care about it, so he nodded, held the dagger upside down, and pinned it hard at a certain part of the doll.

The doll was then nailed vertically to the Nanmu table with a dagger.

[You activate the Dismemberment Curse, target Rams. Burton]

[Due to the current environment, your power is suppressed, your death authority cannot take effect, and your spells cannot mutate]

……

When the iron-legged Wharton of the Fort of Terror came to pick up Rams, he couldn't bear to look at the situation in front of him.

Inside the cell, the bastard was facing the wall, his head bowed and fiddling with one of his objects, looking irritated and apprehensive, unaware of Wharton's arrival.

"Master Rams, are you alright?"

"Wharton?" Rams turned his head sharply when he heard the voice, and was stunned for a moment when he found someone coming, and then laughed: "Father sent you to pick me up?" Isn't it!? Haha, I knew he wouldn't give up on me! ”

"Of course, Master Bolton often talks about you." Wharton replied, glancing at Rams, and realizing that his words were now slumping like snot, and looking powerless.

What's going on? Can't afford to be scared?

The captain of the soldiers, who knew something about it, muttered secretly.

However, despite his careful gaze, the sensitive Rams still noticed this gaze, so the smile on his face retracted, and he patted Wharton on the shoulder thoughtfully, "Dear Wharton, tell me, what do you see?" ”

"I didn't see anything, young master." When the voice came, Wharton was suddenly startled, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Well, just if you don't see it." Scanning the surrounding prisons, the bastard flashed a hint of jealousy and hatred, and then he laughed happily.

"Iron Legs, let's go, I can't wait to meet my dogs"

"Master Ricka takes good care of them."

"Rika? Damn, how dare he touch my dog? ”

Muttering, the two left the prison and walked towards the city gate, but not long after, the young man suddenly stopped, and then rubbed his stomach with a painful face.

Seeing this, Wharton couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, drink too much water, we're going to get out of town, I'm going to pee."

"Lady Caitlyn is kind, we don't need to be in such a hurry."

"I don't want to stay here for a moment!" Rams replied.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to tell others that he hadn't spilled this kind of thing after experimenting for a long time before, as if that thing was not his own, and he couldn't feel it at all.

He thought that after this ordeal, he was a little frightened of Winterfell, so he was anxious to leave, eager to go outside and try it out.

Seeing that the bastard had made up his mind, Wharton didn't have much to say.

So they hurried to the gate of the city, and the other knights of the Bolton family met them, and Rams greeted them in turn with a smile, and then got up and pulled the reins, and was about to kick the horse's ass forward, when suddenly he frowned.

"Master Rams, are you alright?" Wharton asked again.

"It's okay, let's go."

"But you look weak, shall we call the maesters of Winterfell to show you?"

"I said, no problem!"

Frowning and roaring, the young man suddenly clenched his teeth, clutching his stomach and his face full of pain, as if he was forced to endure something.

It's just that as soon as the words came out, no one dared to continue to greet him because of this person's reputation.

However, after the horse jolted for a while as it moved forward, the young man finally did not hold back.

Ah——!h

With a groan of pain, the bastard clutched his stomach and suddenly collapsed from his horse, fainting with a pop, but perhaps because of this, his face clinging to the dirt floor was soothed.

A fishy smell began to spread.

The soldiers looked unconsciously. The bastard's crotch at this time has unconsciously wet a large piece, and it looks very conspicuous in the sun.