Perhaps because the girl he was interested in was nearby, Robb Stark's usual cautious style was thrown aside, and he decided to meddle in this nosy matter without any hesitation.
"The whole continent knows about your two families, but there is no honor in beating one against the other."
Robb stood in the small square and stood in front of Bracken. Meera came over and wanted to hand him the swords, but Robb refused with a wave of his hand.
"Who are you?" Blackwood saw Robb wearing a fine black mail armor, but he didn't say anything rude.
Robb got into a fighting stance with his bare hands, "A man who can't stand five against one!"
There was no family emblem on the armor. Lucas, the second eldest son of the Blackwood family, still recognized Robb from the necklace and his handsome face. He quietly whispered to his brother beside him, "He is the heir to the Duke of Winterfell in the North. He was
Robb Stark called 'Blackwater Rival'!"
This title was not won on the battlefield, but was given by an unmarried aristocratic young man in King's Landing City!
His mother, Catelyn, had taken Robb around to attend banquets before. Many girls extended olive branches to Robb, but Robb only responded with polite greetings. Instead, the girls became more interested and became jealous of him, causing a lot of trouble.
Older people hear the name "Blackwater Rival" as a joke, but it is widely spread among young people. Robb is regarded as a common enemy by unmarried young men in the royal territory.
"Ser Robb Stark, the knights of the Blackwood family treat everyone with courtesy, except the Bracken family!" The eldest brother Brynden said loudly, not only to Robb but also to the surrounding spectators.
People listen.
"We won't do anything to you, let's go." After saying this, he called his brothers and subordinates to leave.
"Cut~~"
"It's no good again."
The onlookers didn't think it was a big deal, so the fight couldn't break out and gradually dispersed.
Hendry Bracken, who was lying on the ground, saw Robb walking towards him and looked at him with gratitude. Thinking that Robb was going to reach out to help him up, he took the initiative to extend his right hand to Robb, but Robb was in front of him.
He turned around and walked directly in front of a pink girl. Hendry could only put his hand down again with an embarrassed look on his face.
Three knights from the family ran over, pretending not to notice and quickly helped him up.
"Thank you so much Ser Robb!"
Robb turned his back to him and was talking to the girl, not paying attention to what he said.
"Hey, let's find a place to wash up first." Hendry had no choice but to walk to the river with the three knights.
"I am Robb Stark from Winterfell. I still don't know your name?"
"Salan Farman of Fairy Isle."
"The weather is very good today."
"Yeah."
"The sun is very bright today."
"Yeah."
"This Robb looks pretty good, but he doesn't seem to be very smart!"
Watching the two people awkwardly asking and answering questions, several girls who were with Saran Farman were whispering to the side.
"There's something wrong with Saran's brain too!"
"Robb! Do you want to pursue her?" Arya walked up to the two of them holding the two wolf cubs.
A man and a woman blushed instantly. Saran Farman saw the two furry things in Alia's arms and began to change the subject, "What cute puppies, can I pet them?"
"Yes!" Robb agreed immediately.
"These are direwolves! Now they have teeth and can bite strangers. When they grow up, they can easily kill a horse." Arya explained.
Robb picked up his little wolf cub Gray Wind from her arms and handed it to Saran Farman with a smile, "It doesn't bite."
Saran Farman held the little wolf and stroked it, and walked to the tourney stand with Robb talking and laughing.
"Robb the fool! Robb the fool!"
Aaliya followed the two of them and whispered softly.
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"Robb Stark, the heir to the North, is nothing more than a scumbag!"
When Ramsay Snow heard this, he turned to look at a dirty and thin man next to him.
He is an excellent hunter himself. He has been with Robb all the way and has figured out Robb's tracking method. Every time he has to cross rivers and water, or make himself smelly. And through his clever mouth,
He has been promoted from the humblest job of shoveling pig shit to delivering meat to the noble kitchens. Now he is an official pig herder, known as the pork guy.
The conflict had ended when Ramsay arrived. He saw the back of Robb leaving with a girl in pink. He quickly ran to the side, put the pork in his hand on the table, and smeared his body with grease and blood.
Halfway through, I heard mocking words.
"Lord Maester, do you know Robb Stark?"
Littlefinger Baelish looked at the dirty swineherd next to him with contempt. Even though the other person was smiling, he felt that this kind of person was not worthy of being with him, so he did not answer Ramsay's words.
"Robb Stark is not an idiot. He is a disciple of Vit Baratheon. He can definitely use magic to control his lust. He has fallen in love with that noble girl, and he will definitely let the family
People go to propose marriage."
When Littlefinger heard that the swineherd could analyze this, he became a little interested, raised his head and said proudly
"Magic comes from talent, and wisdom is the weapon. Robb is still a little young."
"Master Maester is so right!" Ramsay complimented.
"He is not a bachelor, he is just a helper. You should talk to one side and don't block other people." People from the nearby school heard the conversation between the two and felt that it was damaging to the reputation of the school, so they revealed Littlefinger's secret.
Identity.
"As long as you have knowledge, you can gain wealth and fame anywhere." Littlefinger was not embarrassed and walked aside.
Ramsay thought that the other party had a dislike for Robb in his words, so he thought he could take advantage of it, so he followed him up and continued talking.
A pork guy, a beggar with worn shoes, two dirty people talking loudly here, and everyone around them walks around them.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
A group of knights came from the direction of Riverrun. The knights who opened the way were fully armed and their horses in full armor yelled at them roughly to open the way. Then a large group of knights came over on horseback surrounded by a young man wearing gorgeous armor.
The small square was crowded with people, mostly civilians, who were pushed away by the knights, causing a panic.
Ramsay asked Littlefinger, "Who are these people? How dare they be so arrogant outside Riverrun?"
Littlefinger saw the flag displayed by the team: "A green arrow on a white ribbon on a green background, the Sarsfield family of the West. The boy in the middle of the team is the "lucky" Donny Sarsfield, the heir to both the West and Sarsfields!" He has been hanging around in King's Landing for many years. Although he has not reached a high position, Littlefinger has had several opportunities to enter the Red Keep. He has firmly remembered the appearance of the prince back then, Joffrey Baratheon! He faked his death and changed his name.
How dare you be so arrogant? Littlefinger fell into deep thought and planned to make good use of this news.
Ramsay grew up as an illegitimate child and knew very well the dirty things of the lower-class nobles. If he wanted to get rid of the life of a fugitive and live a good life, he must first find a good noble to join him. This kind of arrogant and domineering dude is exactly what he wanted.
The best starting target.
"Thank you, Lord Maester, for clarifying my doubts. I have to deliver the pork. See you next time." Ramsay smiled and still called Littlefinger the Maester.
"Young man, if you work harder, you can become a noble one day!" Littlefinger set a life goal for him.
Both are fugitives, and each carefully avoided the topic of names.
Ramsay turned around and left the small square, and the smile immediately disappeared from his face. "I can't even afford a pair of shoes, and yet I'm still talking here. I really think I'm a great nobleman. I'm self-righteous, a blind and arrogant person! This kind of garbage will never be turned over."
Body!"
Seeing Ramsay holding the pork and walking towards Donny Suffield, Littlefinger smiled contemptuously, "I want to cling to the powerful. This little cleverness will sooner or later become someone else's pawn. Maybe my life will be lost, but I am still mine."