Lord Luce Bolton rode through the Dragon's Gate into King's Landing.

Behind him was an army that snaked like a python, and the flags of various families hunted in the cold wind, the four-color horsehead banner of the Leswell family, the chain roaring giant flag of the Amber family, the mermaid flag of the Mandalay family, and the black tomahawk flag of the Severn family...... And, of course, the pink skinning man flag of the Horror Castle.

These were the armies of the princes of the North, and at this time they were all nominally under the command of Luce Bolton, the guardian of the North.

Yes, the king gave the position of guardian of the north to the lord of the Fortress of Terror.

But the strange thing is that the title of Duke is still given to the little boy of the Stark family in Winterfell.

In other words, Stark is still the allegiance of the Northern Princes, while Ruth Bolton, in the name of Guardianship, controls the command of the Northern Army.

This arrangement is indeed very reasonable, after all, the current Duke of Winterfell is only seven years old, and he must not be expected to command the northern army.

As to whether Luce Bolton thinks so, only he knows.

The streets of King's Landing today are rare, with people either gathering in the Visennian hills or hiding in their homes, closing their doors and windows for fear of being affected by the war.

Recently, King's Landing has indeed been not peaceful, and has been repeatedly invaded by war, and the people of King's Landing are naturally extremely sensitive to the perception of danger.

Count Luce slowly marched towards the Basilica of Baylor under the gaze of countless eyes hidden behind doors and windows, no expression could be seen on his face, and his pale white eyes were as cold as ever.

"Lord Luce."

At the intersection of Steel Street, he meets the Dustin family.

"Madame Balletina."

Countess Balbalet Dustin rode a small white horse and joined the North.

"Sir Kalam of House Poole has just been taken away by the Garrison of the Capital."

Seeing that the Count of Luce did not react, Ballet added:

"And Sir Bell and Sir Taulin of the Horwood family. They are said to have had covert contact with the church. ”

Hearing this, Count Luce's expression did not fluctuate at all, and said lightly:

"Fools don't deserve sympathy."

Madame de Balballet did not seem to be satisfied with the reaction of the Count of Luce, but she did not dare to say some words too explicitly, and after a moment of silence, she added:

"Are you willing to get only one title of Guardian of the North? Guardianship is not hereditary. ”

Hearing this, the Count of Luce just looked at Madame Ballet quietly, his eyes full of scrutiny.

"I've always had a good patience." After a long time, he spoke again, "Winter has just begun, and heavy snow will cover up many things, and it will also wake up many things. Madame Balballet, have you ever been to the crypts of Winterfell? ”

"Nope." Madame Balballet looked puzzled, apparently unaware that the other party would suddenly ask such a strange question.

"If you have a chance, you can go and see it." "There are buried Starks and their secrets. ”

"How do you know Stark's secret?"

The corners of Count Luce's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a creepy smile:

"Bolton has struggled with Stark for thousands of years, and perhaps we know ourselves better than they do."

Madame Ballet didn't doubt this, after all, there were indeed several Starks in history who fell into the hands of Bolton, were abused, and skinned.

And as the sentence about the Bolton family circulated in the North -

Naked people have few secrets, but those who are skinned have no secrets.

Stark may really have a hard time hiding any secrets in front of the skinners.

"When winter comes, what will happen to the Stark family?" Madame Balballet asked tentatively.

Count Luce only shook his head slightly:

"You'll know when the time comes. The secrets buried underground will eventually reappear with the arrival of winter. Good or evil, long night or dawn, life or death, we will all make a choice. ”

Madame Balballet was silent and said no more.

……

On a tower not far from the Basilica of Baylor, Tyrion Lannister listened to the briefing, and his eyes slowly swept over the faces of the nobles of the West:

"Remember, our allegiance is to His Majesty Caesar, and no matter what happens today, we will be on the side of the royal family, do you hear me clearly?"

The room was silent for a moment, and then a chaotic echo sounded.

Tyrion could see in their eyes doubts and even unspeakable ambitions, but he ignored them and waved them away.

Only Tyrion and Kevon were left in the room before he spoke again:

"Uncle, am I doing the right thing?"

"You're doing the right thing." Kevon pursed his lips.

It was only after the surrender of the Lannisters that he was finally released by Caesar.

Nearly two years of captivity had aged the former Lannister family number two, and it had also caused him to accumulate unspeakable anger and resentment in his heart.

But he knew very well that at this moment, the Lannisters could not afford to be on the wrong side.

For this reason, even if Tyrion forcibly imprisoned his son Lancer, he had no complaints.

"By the way, I'm going to return to Castle Rock with Gina and Lancer, and King's Landing will be up to you in the future."

"Uncle, you're leaving?" Tyrion was shocked when he heard this.

"Yes. The climate of King's Landing is not for me. Kaivon patted his slightly rickety waist, "And it's time for me to go back to retire." In the future, the Lannisters will depend on you. ”

Tyrion stopped talking, but finally just nodded:

"Okay, uncle, take care."

……

"Sir Stevron, Your Majesty cannot see you now."

"Why?" Stevren Frey asked, holding back his anger.

But Loras Tyrell stood at the top of the stairs with an indifferent face, and said:

"Your Majesty said, I won't see you today. And I believe that Duke Edmure Tully should have given a military order to the nobles of the Riverlands, don't you have a mission in your hands? ”

"I ......," said Sir Steffron, gritting his teeth, "but I only want to know why they took my son!" ”

"I understand your concerns, but please be assured that you will be judged fairly, and that you will be there to witness it."

Sir Steffron's hands clenched tightly, his face constantly changing, and finally he did not dare to break into Megar Tower.

And at this moment, he suddenly saw a large shadow appear above his head.

When he raised his head, he saw the huge white dragon appear in front of the Mei Ge Tower, and at the same time, a figure shining with dazzling golden light jumped out of the building and jumped to the back of the white dragon.

It's Caesar!

The next moment, the white dragon flapped its wings and flew into the air.

The hot wind like a furnace rushed down, almost making everyone in front of the building unsteady.

Sir Stevren looked at the figure that exuded infinite coercion, and the fear in his heart finally overcame the anger.

"Okay, I'm sure Your Majesty will give an explanation to the Frey family."

(End of chapter)