Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Because he always felt that he was indebted to Wilfield, Domeric avoided her most of the time.

But some things still have to be faced after all.

Thinking of this, Domeric felt relieved.

He could enjoy Wilfield's service with peace of mind.

"By the way, Miss Wilfield, why are you here?" Domeric asked.

"I am the affairs officer who specializes in managing logistics and food for you."

"Isn't that one of your grandfather's apprentices in charge?"

"The guy got seriously ill on the eve of the expedition, so I had to replace him. After all, there are too few people in King's Landing who know accounting knowledge." Wellfield explained.

"Oh I got it."

Domeric nodded, not knowing how Fat Earl Weiman was willing to send his granddaughter.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. What are you busy with?" Domeric continued to ask.

Ever since Wilfield followed her grandfather, Earl Fat Wyman, to take up his post in King's Landing, Domeric had met Wilfield at several banquets, and it was difficult to meet her at other times.

"When you have nothing to do, read in the bachelor's building and learn some knowledge."

"Well, what knowledge should I learn?"

"Learn whatever you want." Wilfield smiled.

Under Domeric's questioning, she clasped her fingers and said, "It's mainly history, medical skills and herbal knowledge, including how to communicate with crows, how to build castles, how to use the stars to set a course when sailing, and how to calculate calendars and observations. season……"

Is this just a casual lesson?

Domeric is helpless, you really want to become a female bachelor!

"There is no limit to learning, and knowledge is the most interesting thing in this world." Wilfield said with a smile.

Domeric fell into silence. He was a little confused as to why Wilfield became like this.

Is it because he chose the Stark family instead of her in the previous marriage, and was stimulated?

Or maybe it’s just her nature.

Well, Domeric didn't want to get too entangled in this issue.

But, it's really beautiful.

Domeric's eyes couldn't help but focus on the woman in the hot spring water.

As the night wind blew, the spring water rippled, sometimes covering her collarbone.

It's hard not to think about Wilfield under the moonlight.

"Sir, if you want, you can."

Wilfield pressed against him gently, soft and smooth.

Looking at the intellectual face in front of him, Domeric couldn't help but feel itchy in his heart, but he still restrained himself.

Men are like this, the more intellectual women are.

On the contrary, it is easier for people to have the desire to conquer.

"Why is it possible?"

"because I like you!"

Wilfield's tone was very natural, without any pretense, and without any regrets or bitterness. "Three years ago, when you first came to White Harbor, I thought I would fall in love with you..."

"Sorry, I already have a fiancée."

If Wilfield was a commoner woman, Domeric wouldn't mind having a casual marriage with her, it would be a matter of course.

But Wilfield is the eldest daughter of a great nobleman, and the granddaughter of Fat Earl Wyman.

The role of the Mandalay family on Domeric is self-evident, Wendel, Earl Fat Wyman, the White Harbor fleet...

There is really no need for Domeric to cause cracks in their close relationship just because of his impulse.

"I don't want to argue with Miss Sansa." Wilfield said with a calm look.

Then he concentrated on serving Domeric.

The two of them finished soaking in the hot spring.

Domeric was pulled into her tent by Wilfie, and she said she wanted to drink.

Domeric happened to want to drink too.

The two of them drank heavily and happily.

Domeric couldn't help but think back to that first encounter.

More than three years ago, when Domeric's Gushan Ridge was founded, Earl Luce's support was not enough to meet the expansion of the territory's industries.

So he visited the entire northern border to solicit sponsorship and investment, but got nothing, and was ruthlessly ridiculed by many people...

Wilfield Mandler of White Harbor was his first investor.

On the White Harbor Pier, the sun set, the sound of waves continued, time slipped through his fingers, and time changed. He and Welffield, who was still a 15-year-old girl, looked at each other.

"Do you really like me? Sir Domeric."

"Of course, Miss Wilfield, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

……

When the marriage between Domeric and the Stark family was a foregone conclusion, Wilfield traveled all the way to the Yanchai Tavern and wanted to elope with him, but Domeric refused.

……

For a long time, the memories are as intoxicating as wine.

"I'm not drunk... I can still drink! Let me go." Wilfield suddenly became drunk.

Domeric suddenly remembered that Wilfield was a woman with a very bad taste in wine.

Once you drink, you become a completely different person.

Domeric picked up Wilfield, who had a pretty face and was flushed, her mouth smelled of alcohol, and she was unconscious, and threw her on the bed.

"I...I want to drink, so...cheers!"

Wilfield was talking drunkenly.

She was twisting around, her silk shirt and pants were kicked off at some point, and her pair of slender feet bounced randomly in the air.

Domeric has his own principles and will not take advantage of others.

"Water...I want to drink water...I want to drink water!"

Wilfield frowned and shouted with an uncomfortable look on her face.

Domeric poured her another glass of water, helped her up and sat on the bed, and put the glass to her lips.

After she had drunk enough, Domeric put the unfinished water on the low table in front of the bed and prepared to walk out of the tent.

However, Wilfield hugged him from behind, then pressed close to him, saying vaguely: "Don't leave..."

Domeric had also drank a lot just now and was teased by her like this.

The fire deep inside suddenly ignited.

"Gods above, reason is finally defeated by desire!"

……

a few hours later.

It was still some time before dawn.

Wilfield opened her eyes drowsily.

"woke up."

A calm voice reached my ears.

When Wilfield turned her head, she saw Domeric sitting on the bed, looking at her calmly.

She looked down at herself again...

"Ahhh!"

Wilfield screamed, "Lord Domeric, you actually did this to me..."

Domeric reached out and pinched her chin, twisted it towards him, and said confidently: "Woman, stop pretending, you were not drunk at all just now!"

"You..." Wilfield was stunned for a while, then suddenly smiled.

"Lord Domeric," her voice was drawn out lazily, sounding delicate and greasy.

And when she reached out to brush away the bangs that covered her face, her eyes were already covered with a layer of water.

"Then why didn't you expose me?"

Chapter 207 As brave as your father

"Then why didn't you expose me?"

Wilfield's voice was delicate and greasy.

"Looking at how devoted you are to your performance, I just can't bear to expose it."

What he thought was a well-planned "drunk" plan was easily seen through.

The more Wilfield recalled that scene, the more ashamed and angry she became.

Domeric understood this.

That feeling was like thinking that someone was blind, and had been walking naked in front of someone for a long time, only to find that not only could they see, but they also seemed to have good eyesight.

Wilfield was furious, "Lord Domeric, anyway, you have done that to me and tarnished my innocence..."

"No, no! To be precise, I am the victim, okay? I was ruined by you with the help of alcohol."

Domeric looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.