A cavalry team with a male mermaid flag erect and holding a trident, escorting a gorgeously decorated carriage and more than a dozen transport carriages, was about to arrive at the south gate of Winterfell.
Earl Rickard, who received the news in advance and was responsible for the reception, saw the cavalry team from a distance.
He rode up with his son and the honor guard on horseback.
"Haha, isn't this the carriage of Mr. Too Fat to Ride? Why don't you come out to meet your old friends?"
Count Rickard, who has an upright and forthright personality, shouted loudly as soon as he approached the gorgeous carriage.
"parking!"
Hearing the shouts of the rough people outside, the people in the carriage stopped the carriage and opened the door.
Wearing aristocratic casual clothes with bright colors and expensive fabrics, the fat and wealthy Earl Wyman stepped out of the carriage.
He replied angrily to Lord Rickard: "Lord Robb asked you, an ungrateful barbarian, to welcome you to Winterfell. Aren't you afraid of offending all the northern nobles?"
Listening to the familiar ridicule of his old friend, Count Rickard stood up and dismounted with a smile on his face.
After taking a few steps forward, the two of them opened their arms and gave each other a hearty bear hug.
"Hahaha, big fat man, long time no see!"
"Long time no see, rude barbarian!"
After a period of heavy fist-fighting reminiscing between men, Count Rickard simply let his son hold his horse, and he comfortably got into Count Wyman's luxurious carriage and continued to move towards Winterfell.
"Big fat man, White Harbor is not too far from Winterfell. Why did it take you so long to arrive?"
Earl Rickard was in the carriage, and he picked up a bunch of grapes on the dinner plate without ceremony, and asked while eating.
Of course, Earl Wyman would not mind the rude behavior of his old friend. He replied with a smile: "The goods ordered by Lord Robb are those on the carriage behind."
"oh!"
"Huh? Why are you not curious at all about what it is?"
Seeing his old friend give a perfunctory answer and concentrate on eating grapes, Earl Weiman asked in surprise.
"During my time with Lord Robb, I learned to do more and ask less.
I don’t want to know what he plans.”
Count Rickard shook his head and replied, then put down the grapes in his hand, approached Count Wyman and said softly,
"He is completely different from Lord Eddard, who likes to fight head-on. Roose Bolton, who is good at calculations, was plotted by him. The Dreadfort fell and he was captured.
As an old friend, I would like to remind you that Winterfell is completely different now than before. Don’t have any delusions in your mind and just settle for your own responsibilities!”
Weiman listened carefully with a serious face, knowing that beneath his rough appearance, his old friend had a rather shrewd mind.
Even he is a little afraid of the Young Wolf Lord. It seems that Winterfell has indeed undergone considerable changes during this period.
"Haha, don't you know who I am? I just want to do business in a friendly manner."
"Yes, I know that this big fat guy like you is very loyal to Lord Ed, so I definitely don't have any delusions."
"Of course, by the way, I heard that your two sons are in the Wolf Guard and are now high-ranking officers in Winterfell."
"Hehehe, that's right, don't look at who their father is?"
The two old friends in the carriage chatted and gradually entered Winterfell.
Due to the recent arrival of the noble Earls from the North and too many representatives of noble families, the guest room area of the main castle has long been occupied. Earl Wiman and his party were placed in the guest room building on the left side of the school grounds.
The guest rooms in Winterfell are specially prepared for a large number of guests. The rooms in the entire building are enough to accommodate all the guests, but the overall accommodation conditions are definitely not as good as those in the main castle.
Earl Wyman was quite familiar with the rules of Winterfell. He was well prepared. He waved his hand and let a large group of servants carrying various things enter the room to rearrange.
The servants had everything prepared in advance, including various animal skins and plush blankets, gold and silver lamps and tableware, fine wine, and delicious food.
With a little effort, they transformed the relatively simple guest room into a luxurious and comfortable one.
This makes Earl Rickard, whose financial situation has never been very good, envious.
If the servants of Winterfell hadn't informed him that the dinner time had come, he would still have wanted to stay in Lord Wyman's room and enjoy the fine wine and delicious food.
In the banquet hall, the decorations previously made for the triumphal banquet have not been dismantled and can be reused this time.
When Wyman and Count Rickard entered the banquet door, they found that the long table in the hall was filled with many northern nobles discussing loudly.
Lord Wyman saw some old acquaintances, such as a middle-aged woman with gray hair, short stature but very strong. She was the ruler of Bear Island, Meggie Mormont, captain of Robb's bodyguard, and Daisy's mother.
A tall man nearly seven feet tall, his exposed body was covered with thick muscles.
He looked fierce and terrifying, but now he was smiling and praising his son loudly.
He is the Lord of the Last Hearth, Jon Umber, known as the Great Jon. The cavalry commander of Winterfell and the father of Little Jon.
Wearing leather armor embroidered with six thistles, he has messy long hair, wrinkled face, and extremely sharp eyes. He is the leader of the Norri clan, Earl Norri, and the commander of the Winterfell infantry.
Owen's uncle.
After his careful observation, Count Wyman discovered something interesting.
Among the northern nobles present, except for the families whose descendants serve as high-level officers in Winterfell, and the territorial rulers who came in person, the only one who was closest to Winterfell, only half a day's ride away, was the Earl of Severn City, Mei Qi.
Severn arrives.
The other northern noble families basically sent representatives here.
This shows from a certain perspective that some northern noble families still have many doubts about the Young Wolf Lord's capture of the Dreadfort and the capture of Roose Bolton.
Before Count Wyman could think more, Count Rickard pushed him into a long table and sat down.
When Earl Wyman and Earl Severn, who was kind-faced and well-spoken at the table, were chatting with each other, the banquet was about to officially begin.
On the high stage of the banquet hall, Mrs. Caitlin appeared with Brandon and Rickon being carried.
"All nobles who are loyal to the Stark family, on behalf of the Stark family, I sincerely welcome you.
The initiator of this banquet is the acting lord Robb Stark, but because he was in the military camp outside the city, preparing for tomorrow's military parade, he was unable to attend. I would like to express my sincere apologies.
But these cannot stop us from drinking wine enthusiastically and enjoying delicious food tonight.
Now, the banquet officially begins!"
As Caitlin finished speaking, the door to the banquet hall opened, and rows of servants came up carrying novel delicacies.
Weiman was still thinking about the 'military parade' that Caitlin had just mentioned, but in an instant he was attracted by the novel food on the table.
This dinner really allowed Earl Wyman, who has eaten delicious food from all over the world, to redefine what food is.
There are whole chickens wrapped in mud that smell fragrant when opened, and there are also pork slices filled with hot peppers and topped with boiling oil.
There is also a strange soup pot that cooks various ingredients in one pot and makes people sweat profusely while eating.
According to Lord Rickard, who was swallowing the food in large gulps, he vaguely said that these were all invented by Lord Robb.
Earl Wyman, who is also full of food, feels that the changes in Winterfell are indeed quite big!