Led by the blonde maid, Du Yu took Arya Stark to visit the injured Prime Minister, and this time he did not shirk it again, with two blue-black Roman short swords stuck in his waist, which had repeated and exquisite patterns due to the different forging techniques. Whether it is the scabbard or the sword body, it is a rare top grade.

He is now the Earl of Harrenhal, with a knighthood in his body, and countless eyes are watching him in and out. The news that the Earl of Harrenhal had taken the Stark family's second daughter to the Prime Minister's Tower spread throughout the Red Keep like wings.

Everyone was speculating about the plans of this upstart in the court, and although Du Yu now had no real power and no army, he was named the rightful master of Harrenhal by King Robert. With the fame and status of the king's throne, he is eligible to join the Game of Thrones, have the opportunity to command thousands of troops and bet on the game.

With Harrenhal's geographical location, no matter which king wants to compete for the throne, he will inevitably consider recruiting Du Yu out of justifiable considerations.

"Father!" Arya saw Eddard Stark lying on the bed, looking tired and weak, and screamed, and threw herself on Eddard's bedside with an anxious look on her face.

"Arya!" Ed was still weak, and the Lannister's soldiers had not shown mercy before, and his injuries were severe, but he still reached out and touched Arya's uncombed messy hair.

"Father, are you alright? It's all those Lannistead guys! Eloin, can you kill them all? Little Arya looked at Ed's weak appearance and loving expression, and couldn't help but feel sad. Then a trace of violent killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he turned his head to look at Du Yu and said a shocking word.

"Shut up! Arya, what are you talking about! Ed's somewhat dirty eyes burst into a flash of light, and he opened his mouth with a low cry, and his right hand tightly grasped Arya's small hand, and the thick joints were clenched, making Arya cry out in pain.

Although he also wanted to kill those Lannister murderers, it must not be like Arya said, let Du Yu directly cut them to death one by one, but should go through a fair and strict trial.

Of course, the more important reason why he told Arya to shut up was that the Red Keep was full of monitors, and after yesterday's fight, he realized how closed his news was, whether it was Littlefinger or Varys, their news channels were powerful, but in essence they only served themselves.

"Count Malwyn," Ed shouted as he looked at Du Yu.

"Lord Eddard, just call me Aloin, the Count or something is left for outsiders to call." Du Yu interrupted him and said. Hearing these words in Ed's ears made him feel a little relieved.

"Okay, Oloin, first of all, I want to thank you for teaching and loving the little girl during this time." Ed said solemnly.

"That's what I'm supposed to do, sir."

"So, Oloin from the East, I want to know" Ed's voice suddenly deepened, his eyes blazing at Du Yu, and asked with a calm and serious expression.

"Can I trust you?"

"Of course, I once swore allegiance to Stark in Winterfell, and you have my oath." Du Yu lightly covered his chest with his right hand, leaned over slightly and saluted.

"Very well, I would like to ask you to protect Arya and Sansa, and if anything happens to me, send them back to Winter" Eddard's voice was very low, and his eyes were serious. "Can you do it, Oroin?"

"Wholeheartedly! In the name of the gods of heaven, I, Eugene Macbeth Malween, Earl of Harrenhal, swear that no matter what happens, I will keep Arya and Miss Sansa safe, even if the storm consumes King's Landing and the wildfire consumes the world. ”

"Arya, you're going to be with Oroin from today on." Eddard Stark stroked the little girl's hair, looked at the latter's reddish eyes, and looked at the latter's weeping expression, and whispered comfortingly, "Don't worry, my dear, the storm will soon pass, and I promise you that our family will leave King's Landing and return to Winterfell when the time comes." ”

The three of them chatted for a while, but the weak Ed couldn't keep his spirits for a long time, and after chatting for a while, he gradually withered. Du Yu then took Arya back to her lab, and Sister Modan found a nice room for Arya and Sansa next to Du Yu's room.

"Winter is coming, wolves are born, and lone wolves are dead." Eddard Stark rolled over in his dream and whispered to Bran Stark, thousands of miles away in Winterfell, at the same time feeling a chill in his heart, shivering all over. Looking south at King's Landing, his eyes flashed with confusion and confusion.

When the King once again threw the Hand of the King to Eddard Stark, the Kingkiller fled, legend has it that he fled back to Castle Rock to join his father. Catelyn Tully's arrest of the imp Tyrion is now known throughout the streets.

Now, sitting on the Iron Throne is Eddard, and the King, on a death hunt.

Through the narrow windows of the Red Keep's Throne Room, the sunset glows on the floor, casting dark red streaks on the walls. Once a dragon head hung high above it, the stone walls are now covered in tapestry tapestries that contrast green and tan and depict hunting scenes.

But in Ed's eyes, the entire hall was still soaked in blood red.

He had come today to deal with what had been seen as a burn and loot, and since Catelyn had arrested Tyrion Lannister, things had spiraled out of control, and the friction had escalated, until now Gregor Crega, at Tywin's behest, had begun to raid the Three Rivers Valley, the fiefdom of the Catelyn family.

Eddard is hesitant, and Gregor is undoubtedly guilty, but the cause of the incident is very controversial, and Cersei and her father can insist that it is the Tully family, not the Lannisters, who are destroying the peace.

Only the gods know which side Robert will trust when the time comes, and if he had come to King's Landing again, he would have trusted Robert with all his heart and loved his king, but now, he is not sure of anything.

"In the name of Robert I of the House of Baratheon, King of the Andals, the Roynar and the Forerunners, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Guardian of the Lands, I, Lord Eddard of House Stark, as the Hand of His King, hereby command you to hold the King's banner high at once, cross the Red Fork tributary of the Trident River at full speed, and enter the West, and punish the hypocritical knight Gregor Cregan and all the accomplices who conspire with him, in accordance with the King's law. I hereby declare that henceforth all his official ranks and titles shall be stripped of him, and all his fiefs, taxes and estates shall be confiscated, and that he shall be punished by death. May the gods of heaven have mercy on his soul. ”

He finally gave the order, and then took a few deep breaths, as if this passage had drained all his energy. His hands held the throne with all his might, and his broken leg was in sharp pain. He did everything he could not to pay attention to the pain, and he must not show weakness in front of them at this moment.

"Lord Berry," he shouted, "Soros of Mill, Sir Ge****, Lord Rocha." "The people whose names were called stood in front of them." I beg you to take twenty soldiers with you, and send my order to Gregor's castle. I will send twenty of my guards with you. Lord Berry Dondelion, this mission is under your command, for your lordship is the highest. ”

He had once again dispersed his guards, which seemed to him his duty to be foolish to others, and Lord Eddard's honor had once again denied him his life.

Unfortunately, fate gave him the news that the king had died of a serious injury.