Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

This time Robb dreamed that he was attending a feast hosted by his father, a celebration banquet held in the Great Hall of Winterfell.

Robb sat on the high platform, and people raised their glasses to cheer him, paying tribute to the hero.

In the dream, he defeated the "Kingslayer", defeated "Tywin", and saved Riverrun. Countless bards praised his heroic deeds as Robb Stark...

Even his father, Duke Ed, smiled approvingly.

After the banquet, his father, Duke Eddard, left his seat. Under the gaze of all the lords and nobles, he made Robb kneel down, then lightly touched his shoulders with "ice". When he stood up, he became a knight...

But no matter how beautiful the dream is, there will eventually be a moment when you wake up!

Robb slowly opened his eyes, his vision was pure white, everything was blurry.

The blood of the "ancestors" still flows in the Stark family. He believes in those ancient gods with neither name nor appearance, rather than the seven gods believed in by his mother's Tully family.

But the face that came closer was pure and flawless, dyed with a layer of warm light, like a Virgin lowering her head to kiss the sinner's forehead.

For a moment, Robb was in a daze and tried to move forward, trying to see the face clearly.

He smelled the warm and moist breath of the Virgin...

"Lord Robb, please don't move!" the visitor murmured in a low voice.

She wore a choker and robes, but her voice was that of a woman. Robb knew immediately who she was.

Myriel Lannister, Assistant Maester of Casterly Rock.

While Robb was imprisoned at the Golden Tooth, the maester often tended to him and tended to his wounds.

Both are Lannister. Compared with the evil of Tywin and the "Kingslayer", Myriel is as pure as an angel.

"You have been locked in the dungeon for too long. Taking rash actions is not good for your health."

Robb finally nodded awkwardly.

"Are you thirsty, my lord? I have prepared milk for you, poppy milk that can relieve your physical pain. Don't move while I feed you."

Miriel stood up with a red face, hurried out and brought back a pot of poppy milk.

She sat on the edge of the bed, poured half a cup, and brought it to Robb's chapped lips.

The mellow and delicious milk is mixed with the smell of poppy, and the cool liquid flows into the stomach.

"Come again," he said when the glass was empty.

Miriam poured another glass.

When the second cup was finished, Robb asked for a third.

When Miriel leaned over again, Robb took the opportunity to hug her frail, boneless body.

He is so empty and needs someone to support him.

Miriel let go in shock, and all the poppy milk in the cup spilled onto the blanket.

Robb still hugged her tightly: "No, don't leave me!"

He said hoarsely, so hoarse that he didn't know if he actually said it, but he must have said it.

Because Miriel choked and replied: "Let me go, please, my lord... don't, let me go, no..."

Robb finally let go.

His remaining strength was completely exhausted by the woman's not-so-violent struggle, and he could only lie on the bed panting.

Miriel flinched back, gasping hard, her face turned red, and her eyes turned pale and frightened.

But after she calmed down, she thought of her responsibilities again.

"You have several bedsores on your body. If not treated in time, there is a risk of infection. Do you need me to treat it for you..."

"Please hurry up."

Robb's voice was a little louder this time.

Miriel bowed and left the room, then returned with a slender knife with fine serrations, a basin of water, a pile of soft cloth and several bottles.

Robb managed to squirm up a few inches and half-sit on the pillow.

The pain was still there, but he tried his best to ignore it.

Miriel dipped a clean gauze in water.

"Don't move, let me clean those bedsores for you." Her touch was gentle and the water was gentle.

"Ah."

Robb nodded. The bedsores on his body were the source of his fever and pain. Some of them were even bone-deep.

"It might sting a little bit."

Myriel warned as she moistened a soft cloth that smelled of crushed herbs with alcohol and wiped Robb's bed sores.

More than just a little sting, the place where the soft cloth touched felt like fire, especially the bed sore where the bone was visible, as if it was being poked and twisted by a burning poker.

He gripped the sheets tightly and took a deep breath, finally stopping himself from screaming.

"I want to use boiling wine and maggots to treat it. The boiling wine can disinfect and relieve pain, and the maggots can eat the rotten flesh of the bedsore, and then heal faster..."

"Okay," Robb gasped and looked up, "but before that, I have something to ask you."

"Lord Robb, please ask." She bit her lip and said.

"Miss Myriel, can you tell me what happened? Why is Lord Tywin so kind to release me from the dungeon?"

Robb was tired from trying to speak, and confused by what he heard.

Myriel said with a bitter face: "Lannister lost this war, Lord Tywin has led the remaining army to evacuate to Casterly Rock..."

"Oh, was it the Knights of the Vale led by Aunt Lysa, or Ser Brynden the Blackfish of Riverrun? How did they defeat the Lannister?" Robb looked surprised.

"It was Lord Domeric Bolton, the 'Hand of the King'. He defeated Lord Tywin several times, from Harrenhal to the 'Stand of the Knees', and then rescued Riverrun...

He even led the Allied Forces of the Three Realms to attack the Golden Teeth City, but Lord Tywin was unable to resist, and was defeated... Now even in the Western Realms, his invincible deeds are praised..."

"Really."

Robb said hollowly...

Chapter 262 Arya’s arrival, suppressing bandits

"Farmland in many villages has been burned. These villagers are in urgent need of grains and seeds... If we want to operate this place as a stronghold, we must not slack off at all..."

"Domi, you are truly a generous and kind 'Hand of the King'. You use your own food to feed the people in other people's territories..."

Wilfield rolled her beautiful eyes.

She had just shipped a shipment of food and supplies from Riverrun.

"Wellfield, you can't think like this. If we treat the people here as our own, over time, they will really become our people..."

"But I'm afraid there isn't enough food!"

Wilfield raised the key question, and she sighed faintly:

"Dear Lord Domeric, we not only need to provide supplies for the [-]-strong army, but also provide grains and seeds to the countless villagers. The grains transported from the Valley and King's Landing to Riverrun are simply not enough..."

"If you don't have enough food, buy it from the Free City State." Domeric thought.

"Do we have so many golden dragons? My grandfather, Lord Wyman, has been crying in King's Landing for poverty!"

"I can do this!"

Domeric smiled mysteriously.

"What method? Can you conjure a golden dragon out of thin air?"

Wilfield asked curiously.

This man always brings her unexpected surprises.

"I'm not a god, how can I create a golden dragon out of thin air? But we can directly use the gold mines in Golden Teeth City to exchange for food..."

"Gold mine?" Wilfield asked in surprise.

"That's right!"

Domeric made the gesture of holding Conan Jun's chin:

"I thought about it carefully.

Although Golden Teeth City contains a large amount of gold mines, mining is a technical job.

The Lannisters have mined all the gold for thousands of years.

If we mine, it will not only consume a lot of manpower and material resources, but if the distribution is uneven, many lords and nobles will easily coax... If Duke Tywin takes the opportunity to counterattack the Golden Teeth City, the gains will outweigh the losses...

Just leave this job to the big businessmen of the Free City.

Their mining technology is more advanced, and the technical level of their craftsmen is also higher. They mine gold mines, and we and other nobles directly enjoy high shares.

Of course, we can use the mining rights of gold mines to advance a batch of grain in advance.

I think the big businessmen of the Free City State would be very willing to do this deal..."

"This..." Wilfield couldn't help but be surprised by the man's whimsical idea, and he realized the gold mine in Golden Teeth City in an instant.

"Domi, in addition to this, there is another benefit..." She added: "In order to ensure the long-term benefits of gold mining, the big businessmen of the Free City State may send a large number of mercenaries to help us deal with Tywin. ·Lannister…”

"So smart, my little cutie."

Domeric naturally hugged Wilfield's slender waist. He liked smart women.

"It's so itchy...be gentle~~"

Wilfield struggled for a moment, but it aroused the man's sexual desire, so she simply stopped struggling and allowed him to take advantage of her.

Just when Domeric was ready to take further action.

A shout came from outside:

"Lord Domeric, are you in there?"

It's Arya's voice...

How did she come here?