Ramsay stood at the pier of Torun Square City. Count Herman of Torun Square City stood beside him and blessed him: "Count Ramsay, I wish you a smooth journey on this mission. When the war is won, we will go back again."
Let’s drink and celebrate together.”
"Count Herman, thank you for escorting me all the way, haha, let's make an agreement to have a drink together then."
Ramsay showed his unique charming smile and nodded in response.
Torrhen's Square is on the shore of the great lake southwest of Winterfell, only two riding days away.
On the day Ramsay accepted the mission, Earl Herman led troops to escort him, and sent a raven letter in advance to contact the merchant ship heading to King's Harbor on Pyke Island.
After Ramsay finished speaking, he took a dozen of his followers and turned around to board a small merchant ship with a sail waiting for them at the dock.
After the merchant ship set sail, Ramsay waved goodbye to Count Herman, turned around, and his warm smile suddenly turned cloudy.
Aelin, the right-hand man beside him, took the initiative to ask: "My lord, your Bolton surname has been legalized by the King in the North, and you have been valued by him, and you have been given an important mission to the Iron Islands.
Why don't you look happy?"
When Ramsay heard this, he shook his head and said: "Legalizing my surname was originally part of the deal between me and him.
He was taking this opportunity to declare to the nobles in the north that as long as they made merit for him, he would definitely give corresponding rewards.
And this mission to the Iron Islands is not as simple as you think.
Logically speaking, if he really wants to form an alliance with Balon Greyjoy, then Theon Greyjoy, as his proton, is the best person to show his sincerity! Not me."
Having said this, Ramsay turned to look in the direction of Winterfell and continued,
"He doesn't trust me. This time, the thousand recruits that I finally trained are under his reasonable control.
The Dreadfort and that damn Sam have always restricted me."
"Lord Earl, then... what should we do?"
"Of course I'm trying my best to complete this mission, which takes almost half a month.
Then let’s see if the King of the North can win to the end! Or..."
…
King's Landing, Throne Room of the Red Keep.
Joffrey, whose coronation ceremony was held a month ago, wore a gold crown inlaid with rubies and black diamonds, a king's civilian clothes embroidered with gold thread, and played with an exquisite crossbow in his hand.
Cersei, who has been officially promoted to Queen Regent, sits on the right hand side one floor below him. Jaime, who has retired from the Kingsguard and has the Hand of the King brooch on his chest, sits on the left hand side.
Sandor, who had been upgraded to the Kingsguard, and Marlin and other Kingsguards stood up straight and guarded behind them.
"Your Majesty, we received information today that after Renly Baratheon and Stannis Baratheon, Robb Stark was elected King of the North by the nobles of the North at Winterfell.
"
Under the Iron Throne, Varys used his unique soft tone to report the intelligence he had just received to Joffrey.
"Assholes, these traitors should all be chopped into pieces and fed to the dogs!"
As soon as Varys finished speaking, the grumpy Joffrey immediately cursed.
well!
Jaime, who was originally unwilling to step down as the Kingsguard, but was persuaded by Cersei to agree, sighed inwardly because of his son's irritability, turned his head to Joffrey and said loudly: "Your Majesty, there are now three traitors.
As king, we are right in the center of the three parties.
The most important thing now is to win more loyal lords who can surrender to you."
"Well, the Prime Minister is right. Do you have any good suggestions?"
Seeing that Joffrey didn't want to use his brain at all, James shook his head secretly and continued: "The Tully family in the river and the Arryn family in the valley have always been one with the Stark family.
The Tyrells of the River Bend and the nobles of the Stormlands all support Renly, while Stannis owns the Florentine family and the royal fleet of Dragonstone.
Therefore, the only thing we can fight for now is the Martell family of Dorne."
"Your Majesty Prime Minister, may I add a word?"
As soon as James finished speaking, Baelish below suddenly spoke up. When he saw James nodding in agreement, he continued to speak,
"I have grown up with Lady Lysa of the Valley, and we have a very good relationship. If you are willing, I would like to go to the Valley to convince her to surrender to the real king."
"Okay, Baelish. If you can make the valley surrender to me, I will reward you with a castle as a fief."
Joffrey was very happy when he heard Baelish's words, and immediately made a generous promise to him.
"Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty. I will definitely try my best to persuade her. However, your reward for surrendering to Lady Lysa..."
When Baelish heard this, he immediately saluted and thanked Joffrey, and then continued to speak.
However, at the end of his speech, he faced the Queen Mother Cersei who was sitting silently.
"Haha, Lord Baelish, if the Arryn family can send troops to assist us, we can defeat all the traitors.
Then, the entire vast northern territory is up to her to claim.
Meanwhile, her son, Robin Arryn, will be given a seat on the council."
Cersei knew that Baelish was waiting for her to express her position. A smile appeared on her recently radiant face and she spoke.
"Will the Valley send troops to assist? I think it is unlikely. As far as I know, there are actually some nobles in the Valley who have always wanted to join the Stark family camp.
I think that Mrs. Lysa can suppress them and remain neutral, which can be regarded as a meritorious service to His Majesty!"
How could the smart Baelish agree to Cersei and persuade Lysa to send troops? He said with a smile.
"Lord Baelish, please set off as soon as possible to convince Lady Lysa.
No matter what the final result is, His Majesty will keep your contribution in mind and reward you."
James spoke directly to finalize the matter.
"Yes, Prime Minister. I will set off tomorrow for the valley."
"Lord Baelish, come to Maegor's Tower later. I have a small matter to trouble you."
"Yes, Your Majesty the Queen Mother."
…
Late at night, Blackwater River Port.
A short man wearing a black cloak stood quietly facing a medium-sized flat-bottomed merchant ship by the river.
After a while, a woman with long red hair, a beautiful face and a good figure, supported a mother holding a baby, came to the man, and said, "Lord Baelish, Plum Blossom and the child are here."
Hearing the voice behind him, Baelish turned around and said with a smile: "Rose, thank you. You can go back first."
Rose, the skilled woman who came to King's Landing from Winterfell and was valued by Baelish, nodded to him and turned to leave.
"Lord Baelish, are you telling the truth? The Queen Regent will kill all his bastards?"
Seeing Rose leave, Plumb held Robert's illegitimate daughter in her arms and whispered to Baelish.
"Of course it's true, that's why I'm so anxious to let you leave and take the child to her uncle, he will protect you.
By the way, remember to pass on the secret message I entrusted to you to His Majesty Stannis."
Baelish replied with a serious expression.
"Then what if the Queen Mother blames you when we leave?"
"Didn't you notice that another mother and daughter lived in your room today? Don't worry about me, you go quickly!"
"Okay...ok!"
Baelish watched Mei Xi board the merchant ship and gradually move away. He turned around and left, heading to the next location.
That night, Baelish sent two of Robert's bastards, one to Dragonstone by sea, and the other to Highgarden via the Rose Road.
What went with them was Baelish's goodwill towards the two kings.
The next day, in King's Landing, a large number of golden robes were dispatched to hunt down Robert's illegitimate son.