"Who does he think he is? How dare you order a king!? ”

……

"Shame, shame! Flee without a fight, gray, throw away the iron chair with the tail between your legs, shame! ”

……

"Never did that when my father was still alive!"

……

The door closed, and Joffrey's yelling at his mother was still clear. This seems to be his only "daily entertainment".

Every day, in addition to shooting rabbits with a crossbow in the courtyard of Kaiyan City, he rushed into Cersei's room and made a lot of noise—but he didn't dare to run to his grandfather, who was extremely dissatisfied.

Named Uncle and actually Father, Jaime should have been strict about this, but he didn't have the mentality he should have at all.

Standing outside the door, taking a deep breath, Jaime's blonde hair was slightly disheveled, and there were several bloody scratches on his face, as if he had just fought with some woman.

However, compared to his disfigured appearance, what is more noteworthy is his expression at this time, stunned, panicked, and full of incredulity.

"How could he do that?"

"Why would he do that?"

"He's crazy?"

Thinking of something he had just learned, this proud knight, who should not be afraid of heaven and earth, fell into a certain state of confusion at this time, and stood in place with a cloudy face and thought for a long time. Finally, he hurried towards his father's room.

When I came to the door, before I could get inside, a soft and soothing music faintly leaked out, melodious, elegant, and sad......

It was Casterme's rainy season, the result of a bard who "celebrated" his father's slaughter of a disobedient family in the West.

In a sense, this belongs to the sound of "honor", but my father rarely listens to this. He once said that senseless flattery can easily lead to disorientation.

It's just that if he could, Jaime would rather his father lose himself in the past honors than do that crazy thing.

Pushing open the door, the blonde knight stepped inside, the soothing music stopped, and the singer bowed down at the signal of the visitor.

Jaime watched him leave, then looked at the bald old man sitting at the wine table in the room.

After a moment's hesitation, he said, "I just got a piece of news? ”

"Is it about the current situation? Or which prostitute did your brother hook up with? ”

"Neither, I just came out of Cersei."

Tywin's nonchalant expression was slightly startled by these words, and then he looked deeply at his son, and was silent for a long time, before answering a question.

"The Iron Islands fleet is in clear shape, the north will soon be in turmoil, and a piece of fat is about to fall into the mouths of the Martell family, and they have no time to care about anything else. Stannis was not worried, the new head of the Tully family was a fool, and Madame Lyza of the Vale was even more stupid, looking at Westeros, there was nothing that was not messy. ”

"So tell me, which of our enemies do we have to be taken seriously?"

"The price is the whole King's Landing? You can't be unaware, that thing ......"

"Jaime, you should understand."

Duke Tywin interrupted him, sat in his chair and touched the ring, staring silently at his only normal son.

"It's all for the Lannister."

……

"All for the Lannisters?"

After leaving in a slight trance, he stared at the sky above his head, constantly recalling one past event after another, which filled his heart with confusion and contradictions.

On the one hand, from a legal point of view, my father's actions could naturally lead the Lannisters to the end of victory, but on the other hand, did he really allow this kind of thing to happen again?

"What will my brother do?" He finally looked in a certain direction towards the castle.

……

The "cry" of the wind leaked faintly from the ground, like the wind blowing through the cracks of the stones, but more like the cry of a ghost.

Under the frightened gaze of many soldiers, inconspicuous black shadows converged in all directions, and swarmed into the narrow underground passage ahead like birds returning to their nests.

Not long after, a loud but very faint strange tone suddenly sounded from the ground, the sound was like the fierce cry of a beast when it was attacked, and it was like the roar of a sleeping beast after it was suddenly awakened, but it sounded like a panic for some reason.

The first sound was followed by the second and third...... It wasn't until the nineteenth that the strange noise in the ground finally stopped.

Then, under the frightened and expectant gazes of the soldiers, a young figure crawled out from below along the corner skylight-like passageway.

"Your Excellency." A soldier hurriedly greeted him.

"Crush all the bones down there, and bring them out."

"Okay." The soldier nodded, then beckoned the others to get to work.

Charles, on the other hand, quietly glanced at his left palm and sighed softly.

Using the Purification Spell, he can activate the Scepter's Heavenly Father ability, and with the Undead Spell, he can awaken the Stranger's ability - Soul Sucking.

Absorb the souls around you.

This ability doesn't seem to be of much use, because he can't see any changes after absorbing it, and Charles can't use it, but relying on it, he can complete the pattern in the palm of his hand.

Yes, complete, after this period of hard work in the flea nest, six god faces have emerged one after another on the seven-pointed star in the palm of Charr's hand, only the last stranger is missing.

And now, after absorbing the nineteen dragon souls, the stranger pattern has emerged.

What happens after pattern completion?

Charles is looking forward to it.

Secretly guessing, he raised his eyes and scanned his surroundings.

These soldiers are no longer the ones who protected him before, and the reason is obvious......

After a few glances, seeing that he was not needed here, he walked towards the Prime Minister's Tower, where the Duke of the North was doing some finishing touches.

Walking up the stairs and into the room, Stark was sorting out the various items on the table, and when he saw Charles come in, he greeted without raising his head.

"I can't believe it's all over this, and you're still thinking about those rotten bones."

"No matter what the situation, life has to be passed." Charles replied, and then saw Ed's gloomy face, and couldn't help but comfort him.

"The boat is naturally straight to the bridge, what's the use of you being in a hurry now?"

"Urgent? I'm just scared. ”

Shaking his head, Ed said self-deprecatingly, "Winterfell was almost robbed by more than 20 iron species, and if it weren't for the Frey's guards who hadn't been led away by the trick, the consequences would be unimaginable." ”

As he spoke, the self-deprecation on his face became even more obvious, "The leader of the team is actually my adopted son who has been raised for more than ten years, what is this?" ”

"Raising tigers is a problem." Sharvin replied in a smug voice.

"That's right." As he spoke, he shook his head again, his face very complicated.

The Duke of the Iron Islands took advantage of the emptiness in the north to invade the northern Deepwood Fort, and the news was very tightly blocked, if it weren't for some idiot who went down to attack Winterfell with more than 20 men and was "unfortunately" ambushed, it is estimated that it would take some time to be discovered.

It's nothing to attack Fort Deepwood, but the purpose of the Iron Breeds of the Iron Islands is obviously not so simple, with a little brain, as long as you look at the map, you can find out their true purpose - Carlin Bay.

Carlin Bay has been the greatest defense of the northern frontier for thousands of years against the invasion of the southerners, surrounded by swamps and swamps, and it is very well defended, and only a small number of troops can withstand ten or even dozens of times the army.

And what happens if the enemy occupies there?

Keep the northern army out of the gates!

In order to prevent this from happening, the advance of the army, led by Robb, has already set out to support the north, but Eddard, the duke, must sit in the rear and sweep the tail, which is a very helpless thing.

He can't see it on the outside, but he is more anxious than anyone else on the inside.

Charles could sense that.

But he can't say anything, there are some things, except for the parties concerned, no one will empathize, rashly comfort, and it's just annoying.

After a long silence, Ed said, "You shouldn't be so impulsive"

He was clearly talking about Charles' arrest, and it had only been a day since then, and no one would forget it, but the sudden invasion had diluted the reaction to it.

"If I hadn't escaped, I would have died a long time ago." Charles shrugged his shoulders, then said curiously, "How did you convince the bald king?" As far as I can tell, he doesn't seem to be that easy to talk to. ”

Ed looked at him and said, "I found Varys in the interrogation room, and then I found out that the crimes against you were all forgery, and finally I told Your Majesty about it. ”

"So you just let me go?"

"That's right."

"He won't pursue the fact that I killed so many of his soldiers?"

"Your Majesty didn't mention it." Ed said as he packed his belongings, "Maybe that lady Melisandre helped you with a few words, as far as I know, that lady has a high status among the vassals of Dragonstone. ”

"And what about his iron chair? Don't want it either? Just let his northern army leave? ”

Ed was silent for a moment before saying, "He's a good king who is reasonable. ”

As he spoke, seeing Charles helping to carry something, he hurriedly reached out and took it, but accidentally saw something.

"What is this?"

Looking down at the complete pattern of his palm, Charles opened his eyes and said nonsense, "I've been working on painting lately. ”

"Painted?" Ed didn't know the word, but that didn't stop him from recognizing something, so he glanced at Charles thoughtfully.

"It seems that you have the heart to take refuge in the Seven Gods."