Wade's weasel eyes narrowed slightly: "Your Excellency, the Frey family has been a lord here for six hundred years, and the east and west of the river are all nobles and knights loyal to the Frey family, and it is no problem for you to ask me to be loyal to the Holy Inquisition, I hope it will not conflict with the Duke of Horst Tully, the feudal lord to whom I am now loyal." ”

"What if there's a conflict?" said Bertelem. The old thing is really oily and smooth. The dilemma was not a problem for him at all, it was easy and easy to open his mouth.

"I hope it will be resolved. In a word, the answer is even more seamless, and both sides are not guilty.

"What if it can't be resolved?"

"I can die, and my family and honor will live on. "The old thing is always like a slippery eel, and if you squeeze it hard, it will always slip out. It seems to have answered, but in fact, not a word has been implemented. But East or West, his answer is uncertain. How the family and honor will last forever, whether it will be loyal to the Holy Inquisition, or loyal to the feudal family, or loyal to oneself, this is an ambiguous answer.

Paltelem's heart was bright—or rather, the man who disguised himself as Bertlem with Facelessness—Will Cao's heart was bright—he couldn't make an oath of honor and loyalty with someone like Walder Frey.

This man is not a young Robb, not a Wolf Grove Roaring Stoneman, not a Wood Shield Tribe, not a Night Watch in the face of wild ice and strange spirits, not Catelyn, not Eddard Stark, not a wolf, not a lion, this man, a weasel who has become an elf.

Weasel, has become a fine.

"I see. Will put away the token of the Inquisition's Star Warrior, he couldn't take the weasel under his command, this guy just promised loyalty, and his oath was not trustworthy.

The words just now are the other side of the sword confrontation.

Will demonstrated with facelessness, and with acupuncture, he used both grace and power, but he failed to convince Walder Frey's heart. Obviously, he himself was a little optimistic.

In this small space, Will occupies the absolute initiative. In such an unfavorable situation, Lord Wald never fell into disadvantage.

In that case, don't waste time, he can't afford to waste it.

Will quickly pulled out the silver needle, and said: "Lord Wald, I will leave the map of the silver needle acupuncture technique to your bachelor Bertham, and after I leave, I will give you the small candle of mugwort medicine sent by the raven, and many allies have one more way, I hope we can cooperate happily." ”

Wald Frey's scrutinizing gaze looked at the face of the fake Bertlym, he didn't believe the words of the fake Bertolem, he wanted to know more, about the Holy Inquisition, about the future war. You must know that now the world is peaceful, the seven countries are unified, and there is no war. You must know that with his experience of almost 100 years old, he has never heard of the name of the Holy Inquisition, the most famous killer organization in the Seven Kingdoms, that is, the stranger.

Strangers are not known for killing people and being easy to see, and the stranger's most powerful ability is intelligence. Peddler's pawn. Prostitute. Woman. Tramp singers and mercenaries are their eyeliners, and as long as you can afford to pay, you can get the information you want.

"Your Excellency, may I ask you a question that you probably shouldn't ask?"

"Of course!"

Will skillfully pinned the silver needle to the scholar's pocket and hung it in the scholar's robe.

"Now that the Seven Kingdoms are peaceful, where did the war come from?"

Will smiled, "Lord Wade, I'll tell you this question later." You and I are destined, I am impressed by your wisdom, you can ask one more question, and I will tell you the answer together. ”

Wade Frey looked at Will suspiciously, and the weasel's gaze flickered, sly and suspicious, "My lord, which lord is the Holy Inquisition loyal to?wolf, lion, stag or silver trout?" he asked cautiously and tentatively. The expression is humble, but there is a hidden blade.

Will and Wade Frey's eyes met, and the weasel was very cunning, and he understood that Wade Frey already knew that the Holy Inquisition was from the north, and by the way, the token was carved with a fish beam wood, which was a sacred tree of the people of the north.

Wald Frey is insightful. Today, there are strangers in the south and the Church of the Holy Inquisition in the north.

Will smiled, "Okay, I'll tell you now." He stepped forward, grabbed Wader's throat with one hand, and tightened it, "Whoever can't be used by my Syndicate—Death! When you become an undead, the Stranger (Grim Reaper) will tell you the answer." ”

Will gently lifted Walder Frey's body off the ground.

The old man's body is very light, he has been tormented by illness for a long time, he is skinny, his face and hands are full of old age spots, and only a pair of weasel eyes do not reduce the sharpness.

The old man was powerless to resist, his throat gurgling, his dry fingers gripping Will's arm, his feet kicking in the air. His eyes were bloodshot, drooling was dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his body was twisted like a shrimp with a curved back......

Will watched as Wald Frey took his last breath.

Although Walder Frey made a final effort with his eyes and body language, hoping that Will would relax his hand and give him a chance to speak, maybe in the words of the oath of allegiance, maybe in the words of accepting the token, maybe in the words of ...... However, Will no longer listens to him.

He'd already given Walder a chance.

If you don't have loyalty, you play scheming, thinking that you can bargain with Luanhe City in hand, then die!

Every life is eternal.

Since then, Wald Frey's life has an eternal page from the beginning to the end in the book of the god of time and space, and it has not changed.

After the death of Walder Frey, his eldest son, and his successor in line, was Sir Stepren Frey, the most upright, rational, and of all Frey, with good will and honor. This heir who has not been able to become the Marquis of Luanhe City for forty years since he was in his twenties, and now, his dream has come true!

Will laid Wade Frey's corpse flat on Guangmu (Guang + Mu, type, the Harmony Divine Beast is as fierce as Si), smoothed the strangulation marks on his throat, helped him close his dead eyes, and covered him with a quilt. Open the door and come out, and at the door stood Maester Bertelem.

"Ousha, how many star dueling warriors have infiltrated Luanhe City?" Will said.

"Three. ”

"Add two more. ”

"Yes, sir!"

The real Ser Bertram has been killed by Osha and skinned.

The Sacred Inquisition, which belonged entirely to the people of the North, grew rapidly, and Robb developed thirty loyal Dead Warriors of his family's power in Winterfell as Star Warriors. These people are under the jurisdiction of Osha and are trained by Robb and Osha. This time I went to King's Landing, and among the retinue and guards, there were a total of seven Star Warriors.

Luanhe City is a military and strategic place, and the Megalith Castle is impregnable, since it cannot be forcibly attacked from the outside, it is necessary to break through from the inside.

Will knows a story about a king, a rich man, a priest, and a mercenary with a sword.

The king, the rich man, and the priest all ordered the mercenaries to kill the other two, the king could give the mercenaries territory and power, the rich man could give the mercenaries huge wealth, and the priest gave the mercenaries faith, the scroll of the gods, the peace of the spirit, and the home of the soul. - So who will the mercenaries kill in the end, and who will they leave behind?

In fact, in this story, the mercenary with a sword represents strength.

When power, power, wealth, and faith are put together in a contest, it is the power that wins.

When power and treachery, cunning, cunning are put together with the city, power wins again!

King's Landing. Under the Prime Minister's Tower.

"Your Highness, Bran's power is too great. A Lannister's red cloak whispered, "It may not be wise to duel him again." ”

"No, when he comes down from the tower, I'll be able to kill him. Joffrey's blue eyes gleamed with madness. The corners of his mouth were cracked, his chin was still bloody, the pretty half of his face was completely red and swollen, and one eye blinked from time to time, and it was so hot that it was hard to open, "When he climbs down, I can kill him." "He firmly believes that.

Because, climbing down from the high Prime Minister's Tower, Bran, who claims to be a knight, must have had his arms sore, and it was difficult to lift his sword.

He had no more power.