"Who did he think he was? How dare he order a king!?"

...

"Shame is simply a shame! Escape without fighting, in disgrace, throwing away the iron chair with his tail between his feet, shame!"

...

"I never did this when my father was still here!"

...

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

Every day, he was apart from shooting rabbits with a crossbow in the courtyard of Kaiyan City, and rushed into Cersei's room and made a big fuss - he didn't dare to run to find his grandfather who was extremely dissatisfied.

James, who is named Uncle and actually his father, should have strictly regulated this, but at this moment he completely lost the mentality he should have.

Standing outside the door and taking a deep breath, James looked a little messy with blonde hair, and there were a few bloody scratches on his face, as if he had just had a fight with a woman.

However, compared to his disfigured appearance, what is more worthy of attention is his expression at this moment, shocked, panicked, and full of incredibleness.

"How could he do this?"

"Why did he do this?"

"He's crazy?"

Thinking of something that he had just learned, the proud knight, who should have been fearless, fell into a state of confusion at this time, and stood there with a gloomy face and thought for a long time. Finally, he walked towards his father's room quickly.

When I arrived outside the door, before I could enter, a gentle and soothing music vaguely revealed, melodious, elegant, sad...

It was the rainy season in Castome, and it was created by a certain minstrel who "praises" his father who once massacred a family in the Western Region that was disobedient to discipline.

In a sense, this is a voice of "honor", but my father rarely listens to this. He once said that meaningless flattery can easily make people lose.

But if he could choose, James would rather his father be lost in the honor of the past than do that crazy thing rationally.

Pushing open the door, the blonde knight stepped into it, and the soothing music stopped. At the signal of the visitor, the singer bowed and retreated.

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

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I just learned a piece of news?"

"Is it about the current situation? Or is it a prostitute your brother hooked up with again?"

"None of them, I just came out of Cersei."

These words made Taywin's casual expression slightly stunned, then looked at his son deeply, remained silent for a while, and said something that he answered irrelevantly.

"The Iron Islands fleet is clear in movement. The northern border will soon fall into war. A piece of fat meat is about to fall into the mouth of the Martel family, and they have no time to take care of anything else. Stannis is not worth worrying about. The new head of the Tuli family is a fool, and Madame Lessa in the valley is even more stupid. Looking at Westeros, there is no place to be messed up."

"So you tell me, which enemy we have deserves attention?"

"The price is the entire landslide? You can't be unclear, that thing..."

"James, you should understand."

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

"It's all for Lannister."

...

"Everything for Lannister?"

After leaving in a daze, he looked at the sky above his head and kept thinking about one thing after another in the past, which made him feel confused and conflicted.

On the one hand, from the perspective of legality, my father's actions can naturally bring Lannister to the end of victory, but on the other hand, did he really let this happen again?

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

...

The shrill "cry" of the gloomy wind vaguely leaked out from the ground, like the wind blowing on the cracks of rocks, but more like a ghost crying.

Under the fearful gaze of many soldiers, inconspicuous black shadows gathered from all directions, and flocked into the narrow underground passage ahead like birds returning to their nests.

Not long after, a strange and loud but very faint accent suddenly sounded from the ground. The sound was like the hideous shouting of a beast when it was attacked, or like the roar of a sleeping beast after it was suddenly awakened. But for some reason, there was always panic.

After the first sound appeared, the second and third ones... until the nineteenth ones, the strange noise underground finally stopped.

Then, under the soldiers' gaze of fear and implicit expectation, a young figure crawled out from below along the passage like a skylight in the corner.

"Sir." A soldier hurriedly greeted him.

"Break all the bones below and bring them out."

"Okay." The soldier nodded and then called on others to start working.

Shire quietly glanced at his left palm, let out a sigh, and then swept around him.

These soldiers are no longer the ones who protected him before, but the reasons are obvious...

After a few glances, he saw that he didn't need him here, so he walked towards the Prime Minister's Tower, and the Duke of the North was doing some final work there.

Going up the ladder and entering the room, Stark was sorting out various objects on the table. When he saw Charles coming in, he greeted him without raising his head.

"I can't believe that it's all about this, you're still thinking about those bad bones."

"No matter what the situation is, life must be lived." Charles replied, and then he couldn't help but comfort him when he saw Ed's face turned gloomy.

"The boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge. What's the use of your hurry now?"

"I'm just afraid."

Shaking his head, Ed said self-deprecatingly: "Winterfell was almost snatched by more than 20 iron species. If the guards of the Frei family had not been led away by tricks, the consequences would be unimaginable."

As he said that, his self-deprecating face became more obvious, "The person who led the team was the adopted son I had raised for more than ten years. What is this?"

" Raising a tiger is a disaster." Charvin replied ingeniously.

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

The Duke of the Iron Islands took advantage of the emptiness of the north to invade Shenlin Fort in the northern border. The news was blocked very tightly. If a fool had not taken more than 20 men to attack Winterfell, he was "unfortunately" buried, it would have been a while before he could have been discovered.

It's nothing to attack Shenlienburg alone, but the purpose of the Iron Islands is obviously not that simple. If you have a little brain, just look at the map and you can find their true purpose - Kalin Bay.

Kalin Bay is the biggest reliance on the northern border to resist the invasion of the southerners for thousands of years. It is surrounded by sluggish swamps. It relies on this, and the defense there is very tight. Just a small number of troops are stationed, and it can withstand a large army ten times or even dozens of times.

And what happens if the enemy takes over there?

Block the northern army outside the gate!

In order not to let this happen, the army forward, led by Robb, had already set out to support the north, but Duke Ed had to sit in the rear and sweep the tail. This was a helpless thing.

He couldn't see it on the outside, but he was more anxious than anyone else in his heart.

Shire could sense this.

But he couldn't say anything. Some things, except the parties involved, would no one empathize with them. It was just annoying to comfort them.

After a while of silence, Ed said: "You shouldn't be so impulsive."

What he was talking about was obviously the arrest of Charles. It was just a day passed and no one would forget it. It was just that the sudden invasion diluted people's reaction to this matter.

"If I hadn't escaped, I would have died long ago." Charles shrugged, and then said curiously: "How did you convince the bald king? As far as I know, he doesn't seem so easy to talk to."

Ed looked at him and said, "I found Varis in the interrogation room, and then found that all the crimes accused you were forged and framed. Finally, I told His Majesty about this."

"So I was let go?"

"That's right."

"He won't pursue me for killing many soldiers?"

"Your Majesty didn't mention it." Ed said while packing his belongings: "Maybe Mrs. Melisandra has given you a few words. As far as I know, that lady has a high status among the vassals of Dragonstone Island."

"What about his iron chair? I don't want it anymore? Just let his northern army leave?"

Ed was silent for a moment when he heard this and said, "He is a good and reasonable king."

As he said that, he saw Char helping to carry things, and he quickly reached out to take them, but accidentally saw something.

"What's this?"

Looking down at the pattern of the palm of his palm, Charles opened his eyes and said lying: "I'm studying painting recently."

"Painted?" Ed didn't know the word, but it didn't prevent him from recognizing something, so he looked at Charles thoughtfully.
Chapter completed!