"Very good! Since the Gray Blight is so scary, you must deal with that witch. I don't want something like this to happen in King's Landing!"
Tywin nodded and answered, then picked up his quill again and started writing.
"Please rest assured, Prime Minister, I handled it very carefully. After all, I don't want to look like that ghost!"
Upon hearing Tywin's instructions, Pycelle immediately replied respectfully. Then, he rolled his eyes and spoke softly,
"By the way, Sir James took a bottle of potion from me two days ago to suppress male desires."
"Well, I understand! If you have nothing else to do, just go down first!"
"Yes, I resigned!"
Seeing that Tywin was indifferent to the news, Pycelle bowed respectfully and then turned and walked towards the door of the meeting hall.
"Pycelle, I know you are a person who only chooses the winning side. In the current situation, Robb Stark has the advantage, so why do you continue to be loyal to me?"
As Pycelle strode to the door, Tywin's voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"Lord Tywin, I don't choose the victor, I choose the right person!
Back then, it was you who made the Lannister family the most powerful family in Westeros, and it was you who saved King's Landing during the Mad King's reign.
Although you are currently at a disadvantage, I believe you will be the final winner!"
Pycelle did not turn around, turned his back to Tywin and answered with a firm tone.
"I understand. From now on, whoever comes to you for medicines that are harmful to your body will have to ask for my permission!"
"Yes, Prime Minister!"
After answering Tywin, Pycelle opened the door of the meeting hall and walked out.
The moment he walked out of the door, his originally straight back bent down again, returning to his usual old-looking appearance.
After Pycelle left, Tywin, who was in the meeting hall, put the written paper into an envelope, sealed it with wax, and stamped it with his personal seal.
After doing these things, Tywin, accompanied by all his personal guards, rode out of the Red Keep and headed straight for Linhe Gate.
Wow!
At the pier of the Blackwater River where the waves are constantly rolling, Besaro, who is extremely fat, is heading towards a small rowing boat docked on the shore with the help of two servants.
In the deep water of the Blackwater River, a large rowing merchant ship with its entire hull painted purple and the same purple sail hanging above it was waiting quietly.
From the appearance of this large merchant ship, you can tell that its destination is Braavos, because the purple merchant ship has become the symbol of Braavos.
Ta-ta-ta!
"Besaro, please wait!"
There was a sound of footsteps, and Tywin, who rushed there in a hurry, shouted loudly to Besaro, who was about to board the ship.
"Huh, Lord Tywin. Stop me now. Do you still want to discuss business with me?"
Besaro, who apparently came to King's Landing on the pretext of doing business, heard this and turned to Tywin to answer.
"Is such that!
Didn't you happen to mention to me before that an old friend of mine happened to be in Braavos during this time. So, I would like to trouble you to bring this letter to him."
Tywin didn't waste much time, he just opened his mouth and stated his purpose.
"So that's what happened. No problem, I will definitely deliver the letter to your old friend."
Hearing Tywin's words, Besaro was slightly startled. After his head came to his senses, he took the letter with a strange expression and nodded in reply.
"Thank you. Then, Besaro, I wish you a smooth return to Braavos!"
"Thank you Lord Tywin!"
After hearing this, Besaro boarded the small rowing boat with the help of two servants. Besaro, who was sitting on the boat, seemed to remember something and continued to say to Tywin,
"By the way, regarding the goods you promised to deliver to us, please prepare in advance to avoid unnecessary confusion on your side!"
"When your loan arrives, I will naturally start preparations. Then I will deliver the goods to you for reasonable reasons!"
After hearing Besaro's last words, Tywin nodded and replied before turning around and leaving.
Looking at Tywin's leaving figure, Besaro's fat face evoked a smile, and he ordered: "Let's go back to Braavos!"
…
High Court, outside the northern city wall, where refugees gather.
Check, check, check!
Oops!~~
After the news of greyscale disease in Male Resettlement Area No. 13 was reported,
In a very short period of time, tens of thousands of northern infantry troops, well-equipped and marching neatly, and the Tyrell family cavalry came from the west and east sides of Highgarden respectively.
They directly surrounded the refugee gathering place with a huge formation. After the encirclement was formed, a large number of soldiers walked out of the neat military formation.
Some soldiers began to draw deep marks on the charred dirt ground, and some soldiers used bamboo loudspeakers to shout loudly to the refugees.
The general meaning of the shouting is that the noble lords of Highgarden have now discovered that there are many spies planted by the Lannister family among the refugees, and they are now going to start a large-scale screening.
During this screening, as long as you are an ordinary person with an innocent background, you must abide by the rules and stay where you are, and you are strictly prohibited from leaving the area marked with lines on the ground.
In this case, not only will you not be in any danger, but you will also receive a generous food reward.
Anyone who does not follow the instructions and moves around, or maliciously disrupts order, will be treated directly as a Lannister spy and will be killed without mercy!
Finally, he encouraged the Lannister agent to admit that the noble lords of Highgarden could promise the Seven Gods that they would never harm them.
"The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"
The refugees, who had originally seen themselves surrounded by tens of thousands of elite troops, and whose hearts were floating, and whose order was about to collapse, gradually calmed down after hearing the shouts of these soldiers.
For the vast majority of refugees, this time the aristocratic lords' investigation of spies has nothing to do with them, the real refugees.
As long as you listen to the noble gentlemen and stay where you are, you can receive a piece of food. This is a great thing!
After all, why did they come all the way from King's Landing to Highgarden? It wasn't to get food to survive.
"Your Majesty, it seems that our army has controlled all the refugees.
However, is such a large formation really necessary?
We all know that greyscale is usually spread among children, and strong adults will be fine as long as they don't touch it personally."
On the north side of the city wall, Willas looked at the figures constantly moving outside the city wall. He turned his head and asked Robb, who looked like he was facing an enemy.
"No, there are such a large number of refugees. As long as it is an infectious disease, it must be treated with the utmost caution. Moreover, I have been wondering why Tywin expelled the refugees to High Court.
Perhaps...this infectious disease may be the cause!"
Having experienced the epidemic that infected the whole world in his previous life, Robb attaches great importance to infectious diseases that can spread on a large scale.
Moreover, if a large-scale epidemic broke out in Highgarden, it would be impossible for Robb to abandon Highgarden, which he had just pledged his allegiance to, and directly send troops to King's Landing.
He had already begun to wonder in his mind whether this was the effect Tywin wanted to achieve.
"Your Majesty is wise, if you hadn't asked me not to distribute food to the refugees for the time being, I might have come into contact with many refugees!"
After Robber finished speaking, Margery said with a frightened expression on her face.
"Oh, I have always been accustomed to speculating on enemies with the greatest malice. So, Clay, from now on, the refugee resettlement area will be divided into three areas.
Male Resettlement Area No. 13 is a high-risk area and no one is allowed to enter or exit the area.
Then all people who have been in contact with the infected person, as well as anyone who shows signs of illness, are placed in several adjacent areas, designated as medium-risk areas.
Well, the size of this area depends on the actual number of people.
Finally, the remaining resettlement areas and other refugee gathering places are low-risk areas and need to be monitored at all times."
"As you command, Your Majesty!"
After carefully remembering what Robb said, Clay nodded in agreement with a serious expression.
"By the way, from now on, soldiers guarding medium- and high-risk areas must cover themselves tightly and wear face coverings at all times.
In principle, try not to have contact with refugees.
If there is really a need for contact, let the surrendered prisoners do it!"
"yes!"
After giving the order to Clay, Robb set his sights on the Duke of Metz. In fact, he didn't want to leave such a major matter like the epidemic to the unreliable Duke of Metz at all.
But after all, he and Clay were the people he personally appointed to be responsible for refugee-related matters. If other nobles are now responsible for the epidemic, it will indeed easily cause disputes among other nobles.
Therefore, after Robb thought carefully in his mind, he said to Duke Metz: "Duke Metz, originally I wanted you to take charge of the environmental cleanup work in high-risk areas.
But considering your noble status, I don't think you can do such a dangerous thing yourself.
So, please help us collect supplies in Highgarden, such as lime, spirits, various clean clothes, etc.
I will make a list later, and then I will collect according to the above content, the more the better!”
"Okay, okay! Your Majesty, I will definitely collect enough supplies."
After hearing what Robb said, the Duke of Metz, who had been quite nervous, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, he had already thought about it in his mind. If Robb asked him to do something dangerous, he would use several excuses that he had thought of in advance to shirk it.
However, it seems that these excuses are no longer needed now.
"Well, the outside world has always said that the Duke of Metz has outstanding abilities. I believe that with your help, this epidemic will be well controlled!
Hey, it’s just that we urgently need some food to appease their emotions. Otherwise, if a riot breaks out, High Court will be in danger. However, the food donated by you adults has not yet been received..."
When Robb heard this, he first nodded and poured some ecstasy soup into the Duke of Metz. Then, he began to sigh and talk about his current predicament.
"Your Majesty, you don't have to be so troubled. This problem can be easily solved! Until the food donated by the nobles arrives, our Tyrell family will be responsible for these refugees.
Aren’t they just some whole grains!”
When the Duke of Metz, who had just been drunk by Robb, heard this, he immediately patted his chest and replied to him.
"Ha, that's great! Your reputation for kindness will spread among these hundreds of thousands of refugees!"
"Ha ha!"
Looking at his father who was laughing and very happy, Vilas couldn't help but stroke his forehead with his hand. Only his father could get into such a simple condom with a smile.
Margaery on the side pursed her lips and smiled silently. Although her father was slightly plotted by Robb, she knew that the more help the Tyrell family provided Robb, the better her future would be.
The better off.
Under Robb's strong arrangements, the epidemic prevention measures in the High Court Refugee Resettlement Area were carried out in an orderly manner.
In order to stabilize the hearts of these hundreds of thousands of refugees, a large amount of rough food provided by the Tyrell family was distributed to the captured soldiers that afternoon.
Seeing that free food would be distributed as long as they did not wander around, these refugees could not complain about the army surrounding them. They wished that the spies would slow down their search and surround them for a few more days.
The bully team among the refugees was traced by Clay's intelligence officers and found out.
So the captured soldiers escorted them through the refugee gathering place to look for the refugees that Rick had come into contact with two days ago, or who were queuing together at that time.
Of course, it's impossible for them to clearly remember the faces of the refugees in the queue. But Clay used the power of food very cleverly.
He asked the captured soldiers to spread the news that the Bully Team was Lannister spies, and also said that as long as anyone who had contact with them or talked to them at the time came forward to testify against them, they would be able to receive additional food rewards.
As soon as the news got out, a large number of refugees came to testify against the bully team. Clay didn't care how much of this was true.
He was very trustworthy and asked the captured soldiers to distribute food to these refugees, and then directly ordered the captured soldiers to pack them up and send them to the medium-risk area.
This behavior set off a wave of opposition from the relatives of these refugees. However, in front of the elite army surrounding them, this wave of waves was easily suppressed.
That night, tens of thousands of soldiers waiting in low-risk areas were divided into several groups and took turns on duty. Soldiers in medium- and high-risk areas were on duty all night until the change of guard took place the next morning.
The next morning, the Duke of Metz, who received Olenna's full support, commanded the family soldiers with a proud face to deliver the first batch of collected supplies to the resettlement area.
Thousands of captive soldiers who received temporary training wrapped themselves in clean clothes, and some of them entered medium and high-risk areas to inspect these refugees.
Some of them took lime, spirits and other items and began to disinfect the surrounding environment of medium and high-risk areas.
It would have been better not to check, but this check immediately revealed a large number of infected people who began to have gray and black scales on their bodies.
Due to the special nature of gray plague, there are basically no abnormal reactions at the beginning, and these infected people will not notice it at all. They will not experience itching and stiffness until it starts to spread on a large scale like Rick.
In the end, a total of more than 220 infected people were detected in medium- and high-risk areas, and the number of infected people detected in medium-risk areas was much higher than that in high-risk areas.
Only by moving uninfected refugees from high-risk areas to medium-risk areas, and then moving all infected people into high-risk areas, can most of the sources of infection be controlled.
In the following days, infected people continued to appear in the medium-risk area. Once verified, they were directly sent to the high-risk area.
At the same time, individual infected people were found in low-risk areas where the census was conducted, so the captive soldiers arrested other refugees around the infected people and sent them to medium- and high-risk areas respectively.
On the fifth day of the epidemic, Robb, who was wrapped tightly, brought Bloodwind, who had shrunk to the size of a normal gray wolf and was also wrapped tightly, to a high-risk area.
In a high-risk area surrounded by spears and daggers, Rick, the first infected person, sat dumbly like a stone statue.
His whole body was basically covered with terrifying gray and black scales, as if he was wearing a dark scale armor, which gave people goosebumps just looking at it.
"It was Tywin Lannister who made me like this, kill me now!"
I don’t know if I saw the soldiers around me saluting Robb.
Rick, who had never spoken a word, and only the upper half of his head still had its original skin, suddenly shouted weakly to Robb outside the wooden fence.
Robb had already had a guess in his mind, so what Rick said was only to confirm it.
He tilted his head and nodded to the soldiers next to him, and they opened the door to the high-risk area.
Check, check!
call!
Xue Feng, whose wolf claws were also wrapped in thick clothes, made some noise when it stepped on the ground. When it entered a high-risk area, it opened its mouth directly at Rick and spat out a tornado of ice mist.
Kaka!
Rick, who was seeking relief, was instantly frozen into a piece of ice and died without pain. At the same time, a wisp of red mist, half thinner than usual, rose from the ice and sank into Robb's body.
Robb immediately checked Bloodwind's blood pact data. Sure enough, the blood pact points had only increased by a rare point.
Hmm? Could it be that the red mist provided by seriously ill people is only half that of normal people?
It seems that the blood bond points harvested this time will be less than expected.
But it doesn’t matter, after all, there is such a big base!
That's right, the reason why Robb personally came to the high-risk area today was to harvest blood bond points.
Ever since Bloodwind's magic attribute was raised to 99 points in the Highgarden War, a familiar scene appeared again.
That is, after putting dozens of blood bond points into it, it was like a drop of water thrown into the sea, without any reaction.
Robb, who has had experience, knows that this is a critical bottleneck and requires a large amount of blood points to be invested.
When he was in Lannisport before, in addition to the enemies he killed in battle, he also killed hundreds of soldiers who violated military discipline to meet the requirements.
As for Xue Feng, who has grown to this point, I am afraid that he needs many more blood bond points than before.
It was also the right time, as the large number of infected people who were plotted by Tywin could provide him with a large amount of blood bond points.
Robb once set a bottom line for himself, that is, he would not kill wantonly for the sake of increasing blood bond points.
However, these refugees infected with gray plague will definitely die in pain in the short term. Rather than doing this, it is better to relieve them in advance. It can be regarded as a mutually beneficial thing.
Yes, Robb knew it was gray blight!
In the past few days, after hearing reports from the soldiers who had been monitoring the initially infected Rick, Robb was shocked at the speed of the outbreak of greyscale in him.
Although he didn't know much about greyscale, he knew that it was a chronic and fatal infectious disease through Jorah Mormont, the 'Big Bear' in his previous life.
Therefore, Robb used the raven to consult Moroa in Oldtown and got the correct answer that fit the characteristics of the Highgarden plague.
Most of the infected people in high-risk areas are already weak. Even if they still have strength, they have no power to resist the bloody wind.
It took a relatively long time, but these thousand infected people contributed more than a thousand blood points to Xuefeng to break through the bottleneck.
However, after investing such a number of blood bond points, the magic attribute still remained stable at 99 points.
Robb was not impatient. Although the Gray Blight of Highgarden was barely controlled by his force, there were too many refugees after all, and infected people continued to appear every day.
So he knew that it was not far away from the blood wind magic attribute breaking through the hundred-point mark!
After asking the soldiers guarding the high-risk area to transport more than a thousand ice-withered corpses to a distance, he asked the blood wind to remove the ice crystals from the ice-withered corpses.
Then, a raging fire broke out, and the bodies of these poor people were directly swallowed up by the flames.
Robb saluted and thanked the corpse in the blazing flames, then turned and left.
In fact, he was not very worried about the epidemic in Highgarden. Instead, he was more worried about the sudden large-scale uprising in the Riverlands reported by his uncle Lyndon.
…
The Riverlands, a plain a few kilometers south of the crossroads.
"Kill! Kill all the watchdogs raised by these nobles, and the riverlands will be ours!"
"Sacrifice, sacrifice them!"
"For the Lord of Light!"
The forward troops of the Bannerless Rebel Army, which numbered 80,000, were roaring and charging towards the combined northern and riverland armies in the distance, which numbered no more than 8,000 at most.
Although I don’t know why these combined forces did not hold on in the towns, but instead came out to fight in the field.
But the commander of this vanguard force felt that in the face of the absolute numerical gap, even some small conspiracies could not affect the outcome of this battle.
Woo!
Looking at the many enemies in the distance who had crazy faces and bared their teeth and claws, Count Tytos asked his messengers to blow the horns of changing formations.
Ta-ta-ta!
In the sound of dense footsteps, these joint armies, which had been specially trained in advance, transformed from a square military formation capable of attacking and defending into a circular square formation purely for defense.
Bah, bah!
Except for the rebel vanguard troops, which were numerous in number and had inferior weapons and equipment, as soon as they approached the defensive formation of the United Army from the front, countless spears pierced their flesh and blood like the spikes of hedgehogs.
ah!
!
Accompanied by screams, a large amount of bright red blood suddenly cast a bewitching color on the battlefield.
"Send the order, use our strength advantage to surround them first, and then attack the loopholes in their formation!"
The commander of this vanguard force was not a fool. When he saw that his own side could not directly break through the coalition's military formation, he immediately gave orders to his messengers.
The commander's order was quickly passed on. The dark crowd of rebels was like a dumpling, wrapping the United Army like minced meat in the middle.
The commander of the vanguard force was determined that they would be the victor in this battle.
Because, even if the vanguard of the rebel army cannot tear apart the defensive formation of the United Army, behind them, there are still more than 100,000 main rebel troops approaching here.