As the harbor approached, the uncertain faces of a group of people reflected in the firelight gradually became clear under the brightly lit torchlight.

"That's my brother, Robb! See? The redhead one at the front! ”

"That's the big Jon of the Amber family, he's fierce, but my father likes him very much."

"That's Madame Maggie of House Mormont, the only countess of my father!"

"Where's Theon?"

"Strange, why didn't you see Uncle Horwood?"

……

Arya kept shouting, her expression getting more and more excited. It was from the heart, the joy and happiness of seeing the deceased.

Her voice was so loud that the others below the cabin, who hadn't slept much, climbed up from below deck; They were equally happy as they approached the port, and even Ed himself smiled.

A group of Northern Lords, in the Young Wolf Lord Robb. Stark leads the way to meet Eddard.

The situation seems to be similar to what you see on Dragonstone.

Charles watched all this, and a strange thought flashed through his mind - "It's good to be a great nobleman, and there are people to greet you everywhere." ”

While everyone on the boat was cheering, the group of people in the harbor also saw the approaching sailboat, but compared to the three Stark father and daughter who were suffering, those people were quite stable, but the change in their expressions was inevitable, especially the red-haired young man at the head, Charles from afar could see the joy and excitement on his face, but because of the existence of people around him, he had to remain calm, so that his expression was slightly awkward.

Slowly, as the sailboat landed, the faces of the people in the harbor became more and more visible, and the young man in the lead was very tall and strong, with slightly curly reddish-brown hair that looked red in the firelight, and was now staring at the docking ship with wide blue eyes.

The men behind him were equally well-dressed and generally muscular in stature. Tall or short, dressed relatively plainly, and with a face much rougher than that of many nobles in King's Landing.

The boat came to a halt, and Ed limped down the ladder to get out of the boat, and as soon as he stood firm, the gang trotted all the way to a swarm

"Duke!"

"Lord Eddard!"

"Father!"

Everyone looked excited or happy, gathered around Ed, and the two girls also ran towards the red-haired young man and hugged each other and cried.

A scene of a round family.

"Hello." Charles was watching the play when someone suddenly greeted him, and he turned his head to see a middle-aged nobleman with a scruffy beard standing beside him with a smile on his face.

[A man came here to greet Eddard. Lord of the Stark's North, he is well-groomed; He looks like a medieval lord who loves cleanliness.]

……

Although he didn't know him, looking at his outstretched hand, Charles naturally shook it back.

However, as soon as he grasped it, the kindness he should have had was directly gone—the power he felt in the palm of his hand was not very friendly.

Looking at the "friendly" expression on his face, Charles frowned, and after glancing at Ed, who was surrounded by many lords in the center and had no time to care about him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then his lips opened and closed, and a strange sound came out of his mouth.

The eerie spell sounded, and the face of the middle-aged nobleman holding Charles's hand flashed with fear, but he pretended to be calm, but it didn't take long for this trace of composure to disappear.

There was a faint feeling of coldness from the place where Charles's hand came into contact, which was not obvious through the gloves, but when the coldness penetrated into his body, he could not ignore it.

The originally energetic body suddenly felt a burst of exhaustion, and it became more and more obvious under the continuous echo of the incantation, the appearance that should be energetic gradually began to be sleepy, and the exhalation sound in his mouth became more and more obvious, and finally, the sturdy middle-aged nobleman unconsciously bent over and began to pant heavily.

The spell was not loud, so the lively crowd not far away did not notice it, but as the middle-aged nobleman became more and more frightened by his physical condition, and finally screamed in panic, everyone's eyes were attracted.

Then they saw the lord of the Leswell family, who had been very active before, Rodric. Earl Leswell's embarrassed appearance at this time.

The group couldn't help but be furious.

"Damn wizards?"

"What are you doing!?"

"Boy, let go!"

Seeing the crowd hurrying towards him, Charles stopped the spell in his mouth, and after glancing at them, he simply let go of his hand. Without the pulling force, the middle-aged nobleman who shook hands with him immediately collapsed to the ground, lying on the wooden plank of the port, and coughed as if he had survived the disaster.

“？” Ed held back many of his angry lords and stared at Charles questioningly.

He had already told Charles not to show more witchcraft, but he didn't expect that as soon as he arrived at his destination, he would poke such a basket - still to his own people.

Is he crazy?

Ed's displeasure was implicit.

In this regard, Charles only shrugged his shoulders, and then raised his hand to signal, and under the firelight, the palm that should have been white was now glowing with red fingerprints......

Everyone understood it, and their anger subsided, and the eyes of several lords were slightly wandering.

"It seems that some people are not exactly in the same league as the Starks." Seeing Ed and his son's pained and knowing expressions, Charles was thoughtful.

……

The port incident was like a wave, which subsided after a little wave. Except for the Earl of Leswell from the Stream Lands, who hid far away from the Charles, the others behaved normally for the most part.

What is even very surprising is that after the incident just now, these people were polite to Charles, and when they introduced each other, some of them scolded before and even politely apologized; Outwardly, there is no resentment or hatred

This made Charles, who thought that he might encounter some "pretending to be slapped in the face" situation, a little puzzled, but it was normal to think about it. No grievances and no hatred, who would recruit a dark wizard full of unknowns and kindness to their own lord for no reason?

"So it was against Stark?" Riding on horseback, Charles carefully observed the expressions of the people around him, but found that they seemed to be full of joy and excitement about Eddard's return; I don't see anything dirty at all.

This made him a little confused.

Since it's a temptation, there must be a certain amount of "hostility", right? Why doesn't it seem like that at all now?

Just as he was wondering, someone gave him an answer.

"They are my father's vassals, and they are their own independent families, please don't mind what happened just now, it is indeed a temptation, but there is no malice."

A young man with short maroon hair unconsciously rode up to Charles's side, and he analyzed it calmly.

"With the help of you, the wizard, the Stark family will inevitably increase in strength as a result, and as vassals who have sworn allegiance to the Stark family, they should always think about how they should get along with the lord in the future."

"By the way, test my depth?"

"The people of the North are upright and don't know how to hide their own purposes." As he spoke, the red-haired young man on horseback nodded politely at Charles, "I'm Robb, Robb. Stark, I've heard my sister talk about King's Landing, thank you for saving my father. ”

Glancing at Arya and Sansa, who were not far away, Charr shrugged.

"I thought I had a hateful face."

"Pull hatred?" Robb didn't understand the word, but seeing Charles's smiling face, he knew that he didn't care much about what had just happened, so he was secretly relieved.

Judging from their appearance, the two are about the same age, but they just look steady, and the other behaves "frivolously", so much so that they don't look like people of the same age.

Or rather, not an era.

However, there are common topics, such as Robb's interest in the details of Charles' rescue of his father in King's Landing, and Charles' curiosity about the mature and naïve "peer" in the original book.

The two chatted like this, and they didn't fall into a cold state for a while.

It's just that I don't know if it's an illusion, Charles always feels that Robb is happy about his father's return in front of him, but there is a faint sense of loss.

Is it because you can't hold the right anymore? Or is it something else?

Charles had no intention of exploring this guy's thoughts, in fact, compared to the previous situation where everyone was crowded, the appearance of the current group of lords surrounding Ed one by one to ask for warmth did seem very cold to this "young wolf lord......

Led by the local lords, walking through this small city called Coldwater City, the crowd in front of them was in full swing, and from time to time there was a loud laugh or two, and the young Stark family mingled with Charles, following behind the "adults", chatting about some trivial household words.

However, their small talk did not last long, when suddenly there was a rush of horses' hooves on the road ahead of the group.

The experienced lords had a stunned look on their faces, and then looked at them with serious faces.

The figure of the cavalry was faintly visible in the night, and it didn't take long for this tired cavalryman to gallop in front of everyone, he was a soldier in leather armor, turned over and dismounted, and did not look carefully at who this group of people was, and hurriedly came to a lord and knelt on the ground, and said with a sad expression: "The Lannister army launched an attack overnight, our people did not resist, and Luanhe City fell!" ”

"Luanhe City? Lost?? The crowd was stunned.

"How is this possible!? The Frey family is deeply ingrained in the city......"

"Are you kidding?"

"That's!"

"It's too fast, how long have we been gone?"

The lords were in an uproar at the news, and they all looked incredulous, but they were quite flustered.

For reason tells them that the Messenger does not lie.

So in other words, the only route for the northern army to go south, the important allies of the Stark family, the Twin Towers Frey family, and the military powerhouse Luanhe City, have fallen!?

If Luanhe City really fell, it would be like a bolt from the blue for the northern army at that time, because the city completely blocked them from the south - the Sancha River crossed the north and south of Westeros, and Luanhe City, located on a raging river, was the only safe passage in this area!

"Who's leading the team?" Ed asked calmly.

As he spoke, the messenger turned his head to see the true leader of the group, and hurriedly replied, "It's the little demon of House Lannister, Tyrion. Lannister, Lord Duke! ”