On the grounds of the Dreadfort, a group of Winterfell soldiers were checking and verifying the identities of surrendered soldiers and other prisoners one by one.
The prisoners who have been identified will be assigned to the team that will be guarded by other Winterfell soldiers and will clean up the corpses and debris after the battle.
Robb was sitting in the back of an emptied oxcart, and ambulance soldiers were helping him treat a sword wound on his left arm.
Next to him, there were two other rescue soldiers, helping Xue Feng, who was lying lazily on the ground, to remove arrows and clean his wounds.
Bloodwind certainly didn't want strangers to approach and touch him, but Robb had been comforting him in his heart.
Just the action of the two of them pulling out arrows, which made Xue Feng whine in pain, was enough to make them snacks.
"Have you found Roose Bolton?"
Looking at Eddard who was clearing people on the school grounds, Robb turned his head and asked Little Jon next to him.
"We haven't found it yet. We have sent a search team to look for it... Lord Robb, look over there!"
Little Jon, who was wearing full plate armor, spoke in a low voice. When he was answering Robb's question, he suddenly pointed to the right direction and said.
When Robb heard this, he immediately looked in the direction of Little Jon's finger. He saw that a secret door was opened under the city wall on the right.
Luce, who had a dagger pressed against his neck and his hands tied behind his back, was being led towards Robb with a livid face.
The person holding Luce holding a dagger was his illegitimate son, Ramsay.
Ramsay, with a signature smile on his face, saw Robb glance at him and greeted him with his free left hand.
As the distance got closer and closer, Ramsay looked at Robb's face that was still stained with blood, and the scene when they last met flashed before his eyes.
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In a dilapidated house in Hornwood City.
"Dear Master Young Wolf, your loyal hunting dog greets you.
Excuse me, is there anything you want me to do?"
Robb, who was wearing a hooded cloak in the room and hiding his face inside, heard Ramsay's artificial words.
He pulled off his hood, chuckled and said, "Hehe, Ramsay, I may know you better than your father. Stop acting and let's talk normally."
"Lord Robb, your hound does not understand the meaning of this sentence."
"Lord Roose's eldest son, your brother, Domeric Bolton, was poisoned by you!"
Hearing Robb's sudden words, Ramsay's smile froze on his face.
The air in the dilapidated house suddenly became quiet, and the two of them stared at each other in silence for a while.
The smile on Ramsay's face gradually disappeared, and finally he spoke expressionlessly: "I don't know where you heard this ridiculous rumor. But I really want to know why Lord Robb pays so much attention to me.
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"Well, if you say it's a rumor, it's just a rumor! I'll make a long story short, let's make a deal!"
Hearing Ramsay's denial, Robb shrugged indifferently and did not continue to answer his question, but went straight to the topic.
"What deal?"
After hearing Robb's point, Ramsay stopped dwelling on the previous question and asked.
Robb suddenly stood up, put his hands on the broken wooden table, leaned forward, and said softly: "You help me destroy most of the troops in the Dreadfort and kill Roose Bolton. I will make you the Dreadfort.
Earl, Ramsay Bolton."
"Hahaha! I am my father's only son, and I will definitely inherit the Dreadfort in the future. Lord Young Wolf, do you think I am a child? Trade with me for my own things."
Ramsay did not vehemently refute or reject Robb's words about destroying the Bolton family's army and killing his father.
On the contrary, he was very dissatisfied with the compensation proposed by Robb in the transaction.
"Really? Lord Luce is currently in his physical prime, let's not say whether he can live to be seventy or eighty years old.
Just say that if he gets interested one day, like the old beast of the Frey family, and gives you ten or eight younger brothers, are you sure he will pass on the title to you?
Huh? Lord Ramsay Snow!"
Robb heard that Ramsay seemed determined to win the Dreadfort. He smiled and shook his head and said in a light tone.
This passage seemed to hit Ramsay. He did not speak immediately, but thought silently for a while before asking: "The Bolton family is my foundation, and you asked me to destroy most of the army.
When the Dreadfort is in your hands, you can go back on your word if you want and kill me casually, right? Lord Robb."
"Ramus, do you think I'm a fool?"
When Robb heard this, he immediately asked Ramsay.
"Of course not. I think you are wiser than the rumors say."
Ramsay was caught off guard by Robb's words, and of course he shook his head in denial.
"Hehe, don't use the word wise, I don't like it very much.
Having said that, as long as I am not a fool and as long as I want to continue to rule the North as a lord, I will not do this.
Breaking the oath and murdering one's heroes is a slander on the Stark family's thousand-year honor, and my father Eddard will never allow me to do this."
Hearing Ramsay praise him for his wisdom, Robb frowned subconsciously, then smiled and said,
"When you betray your family and your father, then your only support is me.
Since I am not worried that you will betray me, and you are a very capable person, why would I want to kill you?
I feel that we will become the closest partners. I swear in the name of the old and new gods!"
Robb smiled at first, but became more and more serious as he spoke, and in the end he raised his hands and swore.
I don't know if Robb's words were sincere, or if the names of Eddard and the old and new gods held great weight.
After hearing this, Ramsay smiled at Robb, then knelt down on one knee and said to him: "You are my monarch from today until death!"
After hearing Ramsay's oath, Robb looked moved, walked around the old wooden table in front of him, and pulled him up: "From now on, we are just like His Majesty the King and my father, we are both king and subject and brothers!"
"Yes, what are your instructions to me this time?"
"I heard others say that you have many spies and broad channels.
I want you to help me find some wildfire through special channels, and then put it in custom-made wine barrels. The faster and more secretly, the better. As for the golden dragon that buys wildfire, I will ask my trusted attendant to bring it."
"This is no problem. As long as there is a golden dragon, everything will be easy."
"Also, I want you to inform your father that I want to rob..."
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"Ramus, well done! I will reward you for your efforts."
Looking at Ramsay who was walking closer and looking a little distracted, Robb spoke first with a joyful expression.
"Lord Robb, you are too kind. Everything is your fault."
Ramsay came back to his senses and replied with a respectful look on his face.
Robb did not argue with him about the credit. He stepped forward and patted Ramsay on the shoulder encouragingly.
Then he turned to look at Luce who was escorting him, smiled and said: "The Seven Kingdoms have always believed that the Stark family's motto, 'winter is coming', is just a warning or threat.