Chapter 6 Winter is coming

Author: Xiashan Tianshi

Chapter 6 Winter is coming

This is the ninth year of the Long Summer. The sun is blazing in the south, but it still snows heavily in Lindong City. This makes King Robert very dissatisfied. He hates this horrible weather.

If his adoptive father and Hand of the King, Jon Arryn, had not passed away, he swore that he would never want to set foot on this land hated by the Seven Gods.

In the dark tomb, King Robert stood in mourning in front of a female sculpture with Eddard Stark, the Warden of the North, with a bulging belly.

"Ned, I swear to kill Rhaegar!"

"But you have killed him!"

Robert said angrily: "I only killed him once, you know? Whenever I think of your sister Lyanna, I want to kill him a thousand times or ten thousand times.

Rhaegar raped her, I can't imagine how many times that bastard did this to Lyanna!"

Ned didn't know what to say, so he could only remain silent. After a long time, he slowly said, "Tell me about Jon!"

"The pain took him away. I have never seen a person's condition deteriorate so quickly. He died within two weeks. The disease was like a raging fire, burning up his entire life."

Seeing that Ned did not speak, Robert smiled and said: "Lord Eddard Stark, I will appoint you as Hand of the King, the Hand of the King."

Ned knelt down on one knee and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid I am not qualified for this position!"

Nothing good will happen if a man of the Stark family goes south. Compared to the King's Hand, he prefers to stay in the north to protect his family. The weather is getting colder this year, the long summer is about to end, and the cold winter is coming.

, a pack of wolves should stay together.

Robert patted Ned on the shoulder and asked him to stand up: "Brother, I need you. We defeated the Iron Throne together, so you should help me sit on it!

Also, I want to talk to you about the marriage between Joffrey (Robert's eldest son) and Sansa (Ned's daughter) when I come here. After they get married, we will finally be in-laws."

"Your Majesty, this is truly the highest honor!" Ned replied, and then added:

"But this is really surprising. I need to have a serious talk with my wife."

An inconspicuous merchant ship slowly sailed into the coastal city of Braavos from under the crotch of the Titan sculpture.

Braavos is the richest among the Free Trade City-states (the nine city-states in the Eastern Continent). It owns the world's most powerful bank, the Iron Bank, and the most powerful naval fleet.

But there is another thing in Braavos that is extremely famous, and that is the most mysterious assassin organization-the Faceless Men.

The Faceless Men usually kill people in a silent way, and often make the killed people look like they committed accidental suicide. They can be called the KGB of Thrones.

The morning fog had not yet cleared, and Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish, the finance minister of the Seven Kingdoms, walked to a temple built on a rock wearing a black cloak.

The temple has no windows and its pointed roof is covered with black tiles.

The main door of the temple is a pair of twelve-foot-tall carved wooden doors. The left door is made of weirwood and is as white as bones, while the right door is made of slightly shiny ebony.

This is the Holy Land of the Faceless Men, the Court of Black and White where the God of Many Faces is worshiped.

The little finger gently pressed the wooden door, and then stayed there quietly.

After a while, the wooden door opened, and an old man in gray robe poked his head out holding an oil lamp.

"All men are mortal! (Valar Morghulis - Valyrian)"

"All mortals need to be served! (Valar Dohaeris)"

"Why do men come?"

After checking the code, the old man in gray robe asked in a hoarse voice.

"I want to sacrifice a person to the God of Many Faces."

After Littlefinger finished speaking, he handed the other party a bag containing agate and gold.

"Someone (as the Faceless One calls himself) needs a name."

"Ned Stark!"

The old man in gray robe gently shook his head:

"Ned Stark is the Warden of the North. Killing him is as difficult as killing a king. You don't have enough money at all!

The God of Many Faces has the rules of the God of Many Faces. Each person’s role is different, and the gifts that need to be presented to the God of Many Faces are also different!”

Littlefinger's expression didn't change at all, and he still said slowly in that hoarse voice:

"But the one I want to kill is Ned Stark, who serves as the Night's Watch. Soon, Ned Stark will be sent to the Great Wall to serve as the Night's Watch for treason."

"The God of Many Faces will bring gifts to Ned Stark!"

After the gray-robed old man finished speaking, he closed the door.

He slowly took the gold bag given by Little Finger to the holy room at the bottom of the temple, and then placed the bag in the center of the altar, and there was a green dragon egg next to the altar.

…

On the way to Slaver's Bay, Aegon was trying hard to teach Daenerys swordsmanship, but the young dragon mother was always hit in the arm.

"Dany, you must learn some swordsmanship as soon as possible. At least you must be able to kill people. If you knew how to swordsmanship, you can slit Viserys' throat when he wants to sell you!"

Listening to the nagging words of her nephew who was only two years older than her, Daenerys couldn't help but curl her lips.

She felt that she really had no talent for swordsmanship.

Besides, I can’t sit on the Iron Throne, so why do I need to learn this?

Seeing that Daenerys was slacking off, Aegon stepped forward and held Daenerys' shoulders:

"Remember, you have the blood of a real dragon. If I die, you should try your best to sit on the Iron Throne. As a queen, she must know how to defend herself!"

In this magical world, Aegon doesn't know if he will die, but what he can do is to make Dragon Mother stronger, so that after his death, she can sit on the Iron Throne.

Daenerys couldn't help but be stunned when she saw Aegon looking so serious, and then nodded seriously.

"Your Majesty, Reese is ahead." Jon Clinton, who had been standing behind, reminded.

The few people then looked for the sound and went out. On the green ocean ahead, a city built on rocks came into view.

Jorah Mormont was startled when he heard the word Lys, and then was discovered by the keen Daenerys:

"Knight Jorah, have you been to Lys before?"

Jorah Mormont seemed to remember some unpleasant past events, and then nodded slowly:

"Yes, Your Highness Princess."

Aegon almost couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

Come to think of it, this guy is really a miserable man. He spent all his money on his wife, and she actually ran away.

Jorah paused for a moment, then seemed to have made up his mind and said slowly:

"Maybe you are wondering why I sold those poachers as slaves.

Actually I don't like spending much.

But my wife, Lynyce Hightower, loves a life of luxury."

"The young lady of the Hightower family in Oldtown?" Jon Clinton said, "I'm very curious that they would marry their daughter to a poor Earl from the North like you!"

The North has always been a poor settlement among the Seven Kingdoms. It is a vast and sparsely populated place with few mineral resources. Apart from the strong local folk customs, there is almost nothing to commend it for.

The Hightowers of Oldtown have always been an extremely wealthy family in the Seven Kingdoms.

It was indeed hard for Jon Connington to imagine that he would marry his precious daughter to a poor and shabby Earl of Bear Island.

Jorah was not surprised by Jon's reaction, and then continued as if recalling some beautiful scene:

"Because I held the tournament that year and gave her the Queen's crown of love and beauty woven from a flower basket!

Then I proposed to the Hightower family, and Earl Hightower also married his daughter to me. That was the happiest time in my life."

Jorah paused for a moment when he said this, and then his expression became lonely again:

"But Bear Island doesn't have that much money for her to squander.

After I spent all the tens of thousands of gold dragon coins I won from the tournament, I could no longer afford the money she spent inviting minstrels, holding dances, and buying luxury goods."

Aegon shook his head after hearing this: "A poor noble fell in love with a spendthrift lady. This is really an unfortunate story."

Robert's prize for winning the tourney is 40,000 gold dragon coins.

One golden dragon coin can be exchanged for 11,760 copper cents. One copper cent can buy a sausage and a dime of ale, which is equivalent to at least 5 yuan.

So Jorah spent at least 2 billion on his wife.

What a big grievance this is.

This guy is as girly as an old guy who eats instant noodles and gives gifts to female anchors.

No, the latter seems to be more stupid. After all, he still spends money on his wife.

"In the end we escaped Westeros and fled to Braavos, but she said she liked a warmer place.

I sold my last ship, came to Lys, and became a hedge knight, but she ended up falling into the arms of Trigg O'Moron, the trade prince of Lys."

"..."

Everyone was speechless, what a miserable man!

"Your Majesty, Reese is here!"
Chapter completed!