Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Domeric stepped forward and held her waist, "Good morning, Wilfield, what are you looking at?"

"A story about Garth Gardener X."

Wilfield smiled gently and raised the book in her hand, "I am reading an interesting piece of history."

"Which history?" Domeric asked curiously.

"A history of Garth the 'Greybeard' Gardener..."

Wilfield said slowly, "During the reign of the King of the Reach, disputes over the heir caused the vassals under his command to split into two factions. The Reach fell into internal fighting and bloodshed everywhere. At this time, the Dornish people Invasion, Oldtown was breached, Highgarden was sacked, and the King of the Reach had his throat cut and died..."

Garth Gardener X, known as Garth "Greybeard".

He is a river king in history.

He ruled the Reach for 89 years, but this was the era when the Reach Kingdom's national power was at its lowest.

Gars X was crowned king when he was 7 years old and did not die until he was 96. He ruled longer than his ancestor Gars Gardener VII "Golden Hand".

Garth X was neither smart nor wise, but mediocre and overachieving. He was surrounded by jesters and sycophants.

As he aged, he became even more dim-witted and became a puppet between different factions who only wanted to gain power.

What's more serious is that Gars X had no sons, only two daughters, one married into the Peak family and the other into the Mandalay family.

The two families are equally powerful, and they both covet the throne of Hewan.

Their struggle evolved from palace intrigues and assassinations to open warfare, with other Reach Lords joining the fray.

At this time, the surrounding countries took advantage of the situation. The Rock King and the Storm King expanded their territory, and the Dornish people's raids continued to intensify.

One Dornish prince laid siege to Oldtown, while another crossed the Mander River and captured Highgarden.

The Dornishmen chopped the oaken throne that had witnessed countless Reach Kings into pieces and burned it. After plundering all the wealth, they burned Highgarden to the ground.

The Dornishmen who broke into the city at that time found Garth X tied to the bed, lying on his own feces, wailing and crying.

So he showed mercy to him and slit the throat of Gars X with a sharp blade...

"That stupid 'Greybeard'."

Domeric curled his lips, "I remember that he had two daughters, but he married one to your Mandalay family and the other to the Peak family, so he died unjustly. Speaking of which, your Mandalay family was in trouble. The exile to the north was all caused by him..."

"I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable about history, Domi."

Wilfield was just about to talk about the history of the Reach with this versatile and well-versed "Hand of the King".

He didn't pay any attention to the buttons of his coat, which had been unbuttoned at some point.

When she was alert, the hand of the "Hand of the King" was already...

Wilfield was about to struggle.

Domeric took her in his arms without any explanation...

Oh, it is indeed much bigger!

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At the foot of River Run City.

evening.

The wind blew a flag.

At this time, there was a sudden sound from in front of the city gate tower, which startled everyone.

The iron chain creaked, the gate rose, and the door slowly opened with the sound of hinges.

Amidst a burst of metal collision and the sound of horse hooves, a group of people rode through the iron gate.

The visitors were all dressed in black.

Although they were dusty and tired, they held high the black flag that symbolized the Night's Watch.

The leader has sharp features and gray-blue eyes, and is very thin.

There was also a fat man with a tired face and panting in the team.

"We're finally here."

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Riverrun, the Great Hall.

"By the gods!" Wendel murmured, "Jon, take a look."

Jon Wright turned around when he heard this.

He saw the fattest fat man he had ever seen in his life, standing at the door of the hall with a embarrassed look on his face.

Based on visual inspection alone, this person weighs about three to four hundred kilograms. His fat chin completely covers the plush collar of his embroidered coat. On his big round face, a pair of pale eyes move around nervously, and his fat fingers are dripping with sweat. And kept wiping it on the black velvet top.

"Young master, I bet," Wendel said to Jon, "the ones from the south are probably from the Highgarden area."

Wendell once followed the White Harbor fleet throughout the Seven Kingdoms, claiming that he could tell where people came from and what they did for a living just by their accent.

The fat man wore a coat trimmed with fluff, and a hunter with long strides was embroidered on the chest with bright red silk thread.

Jon didn't recognize the family sigil.

"It's the coat of arms of the Tully family in the Reach. Their castle is called Horn Hill." Wendel explained with a smile.

"I am Samwell Tarly, from the Cape..."

The fat man stopped and licked his mouth, "I mean... I used to be from the Tarly family of Horn Hill. My father was Lord Randyll Tarly, a vassal of the Tyrell family of Highgarden. I was originally from Horn Hill. Heir, but... later I joined the Night's Watch..."

"It seems that these days, even poachers and thieves in the south are short of manpower. Now they are sending pigs to the night watch?"

Wendel smiled broadly, and the attendants around him also laughed.

But Jon didn't laugh.

"Lord Benjen Stark of the Night's Watch, he...he asked me to come here..." the fat man said uncertainly.

"Where is Uncle Benjen?" Jon asked.

"He went to see Lord Hand of the King and asked me to come here to find a man named Jon Snow."

"I am Jon Snow, but now my name is Wright. I am the illegitimate son of Eddard Stark, the former Duke of Winterfell. I also served in the Night's Watch for a while. You can just call me Jon..."

Samwell Tarly nodded, "I...if you want, you can call me Sam. My mother calls me that."

"Fat man, you have to call him Lord Jon. He is the noble viscount of the kingdom."

Wendel came over as he spoke, "Are you the person Lord Domeric summoned from the Night Watch Legion all the way? Boy, can you fight?"

As soon as Samwell Tarly's eyes met Wendell's, he turned away like a frightened animal.

"I'm sorry,"

Samwell said, "I...can't fight."

"You don't even know how to fight, why are you here!" Wendel hissed and walked away carelessly.

"Why did Uncle Benjen tell you to come to me?" Jon asked him.

"He asked me to get you something to eat. I haven't had dinner yet!"

Samwell patted his big, fat belly...

By the time Jon brought Samwell to the dining room, dinner had long been over.

A Knight of Riverrun eats the last pork pie prepared by the cooks.

Samwell Tarly stood there stupidly, with his mouth open and drool dripping from his mouth.

"Sir, we have run out of ingredients. If you want to have a meal, you have to wait until fresh ingredients are shipped from outside the city tomorrow morning." The cook looked apologetic.

"No way, dinner time is over long ago."

Jon patted the fat man on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow him.

Samwell stared at the last pork pie in the knight's mouth and turned around reluctantly.

The fat man was hungry and hungry. Just keeping up with Jon's footsteps made him panting from exhaustion.

Jon just smiled.

"Will the Prime Minister force me to go to war?"

Samwell asked.

He glanced at the endless tents and campfires outside the city, and his face suddenly became as stiff as caked sour milk. "If I go to the battlefield, it will be strange if I don't die."

Jon frowned in disbelief.

This man is incredibly cowardly.

Jon asked in confusion: "I really don't understand. If you are so afraid of going to the battlefield, why did you join the Night's Watch?"

Samwell Tarly stared at him for a long time, and his big round face seemed to be about to collapse.

He found a bench and sat down, and he started crying, sobbing, and his whole body was shaking.

Jon Wright suddenly ran out of ideas.

He has never seen such a scene in his whole life, so he can only stand aside and watch.

The fat man's tears were like the snow in the wilderness, they seemed to never stop.

After a while, Samwell Tarly was probably tired of crying.

He finally began to speak, and Jon Wright listened quietly.

Listen to this coward tell his own story about how he joined the Night's Watch and how he came to Riverrun...

The Tully family, where Samwell belongs, has a long history and is famous far and wide.

They are vassals of Mace Tyrell, Duke of Highgarden and Warden of the South.

Samwell is the eldest son of Lord Randyll Tarly. He was born to inherit a rich territory, a strong fortress and a legendary two-handed sword.

The sword named "Broken Heart" is made of Valyrian steel and has been passed down from father to son for nearly 500 years.

However, no matter when Samwell was born, his father Lord Randyll had any pride in his son.