He looked at the bloody head of the man wrapped in linen and placed on the table in front of him, and then looked at the Earl of the Castle of Terror, who looked sincere and unrepentant.

Charles didn't know what to say.

"If you're still not angry," said Luce. Bolton looked at Charles with pale white eyes, and said softly, "Rams's mother is still alive, as long as I return to the territory, I can capture her and sacrifice her to you." ”

"No need to ......" The corners of Charles' eyes twitched, feeling that all this simply refreshed his three views.

When the Earl of Castle Dreadful arrived in Winterfell with Duke Stark, he was not angry at what had happened to his bastard, but instead cut off his head when he learned the details, and then delivered it to Charles himself.

Why?

"This cruel little thing has offended an adult, and it is too offensive to let him live any longer." The Earl of Bolton calmly assessed his actions.

Later, seeing that Charles's face was different, he explained a few more words.

"Rams is cruel by nature, I have long suspected that he poisoned his brother with his own hands, and I believe that when my sister-in-law and my wife are born, he will definitely not hesitate to attack again."

"But I don't think I'll live to be an adult, and the title of Earl of Castle of Terror will never be given to a child who doesn't know anything, so I've been patient with him a lot in the past." Luce. Bolton said, looking at Charles with a feverish expression

"Your presence gives me new hope."

Shire Moran.

He really wants to say that you are too perverted, I don't want to talk to you?

Or the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment?

However, in the end, he only held back one sentence, "I wish your sister-in-law a smooth birth." ”

"Thank you for your blessings, my lord." Bolton got up and saluted Charles: "I heard that you are about to go north to the Great Wall, I am ready to dedicate the five hundred private soldiers of the Bolton family to you, of course, all expenses are still the responsibility of the Horror Castle, you can use it with confidence." ”

Charles was a little overwhelmed by this, but Burton didn't stop

"Madame advised me to convert to the Seven Gods in her letter, and I thought carefully that what she said was very reasonable, and that the Bolton family had fewer and fewer children under the shadow of the old gods, and I believe that it would be better if I converted to the new gods."

"That's good." Charles nodded subconsciously, and then heard Bolton say again: "I'll cut down the heart tree when I go back, or burn it?" ”

"You'd better keep it." Thinking of the Three-Eyed Crow, Charles coughed dryly and said, "The gods don't care about such small problems. ”

"It's all up to you." Luce. Burton replied.

Then came another polite remark, although Charles didn't want to deal with this one very much, but under this series of "sugar-coated cannonballs", it was not easy to drive people directly.

He even said that he felt that no one could do it more "well" than Burton.

He sent the head of his own son with his own hands, and sent 500 troops for him to drive, and he didn't need to worry about food and grass, so he didn't hesitate to convert to the Seven Gods......

This series of sugar-coated shells, if you want to say that Charles refuses, he is really embarrassed, if he doesn't refuse, he always thinks this guy is too perverted.

But after thinking about it, what does his pervert have to do with himself?

So he accepted it all.

……

"You're always welcome at Fort Dread's head if you want to." After saying this, Lusbolton took his leave and left.

Looking at his departing back, Charles sighed secretly.

Compared to this one, Stark was much more hesitant.

Charles had already informed him of what he knew, but the other party still hadn't made a decision right away.

The main reason is that winter is approaching, but the north has not yet had time to harvest agricultural products due to war.

In fact, the troops that make up the northern army are basically composed of peasants, who can be dressed in battle to fight for their respective lords when needed, and in their leisure time they are completely different from ordinary peasants.

So after the battle is finally over, you can't start the next game without stopping, right? If you really want to do this, winter is coming, what will they eat?

Of course, it is necessary to send troops, but how much to send has to be negotiated on an ad hoc basis.

The northern lords are already discussing.

No one was skeptical of Charles' words, and at this moment, no one took Charles as a mere wizard.

It was only when Bolton knew about this that he offered to send troops to him, but this was different from normal dispatches, this part was an additional gift, which belonged to the Bolton family's standing private army, and was specially used for protection, which can be described as thoughtful.

However, if he had to choose, Charles felt that Stark was more reassuring, and he would have to consider whether there was fraud in the use of the Bolton family's private soldiers.

He didn't have to think about Stark that much.

Most of the lords' teams need to be reorganized and planned, but a small number can still be squeezed out, so under the run-in of the lords of all parties, a team of 1,000 people has been assembled in the winter town outside Winterfell, and then they will go north to the Great Wall after the logistics are replenished.

Duke Eddard needs to be in charge of Winterfell at the moment, so this trip is led by his heir, Robb.

The Charles also intended to follow this part of the group north. Although life in Winterfell was comfortable and leisurely, it would only be a waste of time for him to stay here with his strength already at a certain bottleneck.

However, judging from the length of stay, it seems that he has to leave before the team really starts.

Thinking like this, he didn't feel any regrets, anyway, time would stop here after he left, so many things didn't affect at all.

However, just as the time was running out in the charre, a loud prayer suddenly appeared in his ears.

……

The golden flame flashed, and suddenly it turned into a white bedroom.

The bedrooms seem to be freshly finished, with empty walls, four white walls, and a very different structure from the houses of Westeros, full of exotic style.

Charles looked down and saw that kneeling on the carpet at his feet was the bald girl he guessed was the bald girl among them, who looked much better after not seeing her for many days.

"My hair has grown, too." Secretly sighed, the girl in front of her was very sensitive to the arrival of a "person", so she immediately raised her head.

She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw Charles's glittering figure, as if she was just unsure if she would be able to call out the "gods" again.

Then she said with joy, "Thank you for your response, Daenerys. Targaryen greets you. ”

"You can get up and talk." Charles smiled at him.

He had encountered this kind of scene many times in the past, and when answering prayers, sometimes believers would find the arrival of a "god", and most of the reactions were like this.

The person in front of him is probably not a devout believer, and he may not even believe in the Seven Gods, but no matter who he is, he will not be too presumptuous when he sees the "gods".

So the charr is quite experienced.

"If you wish." The girl nodded, and after standing up from under the carpet, seeing Charles's kind expression, she couldn't help but say, "They say that there are ghosts in this deserted city. ”

It seems that this question has been in my heart for a long time, and the first thing I said was to ask this.

"Believe me, the dead are more harmless than the living." Charles replied.

In the spirit state, his voice should have been weak or even silent, no different from the kind of resentful spirits he had encountered in the past, but it was probably because of the mark of the seven gods, and he was obviously very different from the resentful spirits.

Not only can it make a sound, but it is also ethereal, solemn, and full of majesty.

Coupled with his holy temperament, anyone who looks at him will subconsciously think that a god has descended, and will not suspect anything else.

The last time she was in the scorching sun wasteland, the girl didn't fully see the appearance of the "god", but when she looked closely, she saw that this person seemed to be no different from a human.

If you don't consider the golden light on his hazy body, and the seven-pointed star mark on his forehead.

"Are you the Seven Gods?" She asked cautiously.

The name of the seven gods is seven, and they are actually the seven manifestations of a god, so seeing only one at the moment does not surprise her.

"I am not the Seven Gods, but the Seven Gods are me."

Hearing this, the girl was thrilled, and a "living" deity appeared and spoke to mortals, which was a dream.

However, under Charles's quiet gaze, it didn't take long for her to quickly calm down. After all, there have been speculations before, and now it is just a confirmation.

After thinking about it, she whispered, "I would like to ask you to guide the believer Daenerys out of this red wasteland, we have been wandering here for a long time, but we have never found a way out. ”

She would have called herself a believer, but Charles hadn't forgotten how she prayed last time......

However, he didn't pay attention to such trivial matters, and instead wowed on the other party's problems.

He didn't know where the girl was at this time, and he couldn't guide anything. But not being able to answer doesn't mean he can't respond, so he raised the scepter in his hand and gently touched the other person's forehead.

The light flashed, and then the other party nodded clearly.

"Stick to your own ideas? That's right, I'm supposed to stick to ......."

"If we could get out, what would await us?" The girl asked again.

Charles was also unable to answer, so he waved his scepter again with a calm face.

"Tribulation and growth?" The girl bit her lip lightly, full of trepidation at the result.

After that, the third, fourth......

Every time the girl had a problem, Charles would raise her scepter and touch her smooth forehead gently, so that the girl's face would be low, excited, clear, and sad.

Finally, she gritted her teeth and said, "You're right! Comfort is only satisfying, and Daenerys from the storm would rather suffocate in the storm than drown in the Dead Sea! ”

What did I say?

Charles was confused by her words. However, he didn't react to some of the scepter's functions, but only smiled.

Then he looked down at himself, and after seeing that there was not much time left, he stroked the girl's forehead under the girl's regretful gaze, and said, "The light of the seven gods will envelop you forever, Daenerys born of the storm." ”

After saying this, he saw that the golden flames all over his body ignited, and in the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared here.

Seeing that he said to go, the girl sighed faintly, and then turned her head to look at the pure white city outside the house, her heart was excited, and she subconsciously clenched her fist.

He couldn't help but smile on his face, "With my dragon and the blessing of the seven gods, Westeros is destined to be mine!" ”

"Carrihy, I hear someone talking?"

Suddenly, there was a puzzled inquiry outside the door.

"No, Sir Jorah, you heard me wrong!" The girl hurriedly responded.