Geralt followed the Bolton family's cavalry and rushed north. When they arrived at Castle Black in a hurry, they saw that the tranquility here was no longer the same as before.
Outside the castle, a white and thick column of water vapor reaches directly into the clouds.
Aodaweiying is lying down in a pit to rest. The water vapor is emitted from here. It must have spit out a huge amount of dragon flames here not long ago. There is another one that looks very petite compared to Aodaweiying.
The black dragon also wants to get into the hot pit to rest, but every time it enters, it will be pushed out by the huge dragon wings.
The castle was covered with various flags of the northern nobles. The training ground was crowded with people and the sound of forging was heard everywhere. Boxes of supplies were lifted out of the underground warehouse and transported to the top of the tall Ice Wall by winches.
"Be careful! Don't be rough on your horse!" A black-clothed night watchman grabbed a northern knight who was carrying a box, and started scolding him no matter if he was a noble or not. How could the knight stand the little night watchman?
He scolded himself, and just as he was about to draw his sword, he was grabbed by his companions: "These boxes are full of wildfire in clay pots, and they will explode as soon as they are dropped! You will kill us if we are all on horseback!"
The night watchmen and noble knights no longer have the humility and calmness of the past. Everyone here seems restless, impulsive and irritable, and they will fight with each other if they are not careful.
"War is coming!" Roose Bolton, who was riding a horse, was familiar with this atmosphere and explained to Geralt beside him.
A large number of knights holding the flag of the Skinners entered the training ground, and several Night Watch officers rushed over to greet them: "Earl Bolton, Duke Eddard, Commander-in-Chief Benyan and other nobles are waiting for you in the conference room."
"I know." Bolton talks a lot to Geralt, but treats ordinary civilians and night watchmen with a cold face, without even the slightest smile.
Geralt dismounted and handed the reins to the night watchman: "Oda Weiying is outside, isn't Duke Werther in the conference room?"
The Night Watch officer pointed to the tower not far away: "Duke Werther and the Green Seer are talking alone on the top floor of the King's Tower."
boom!
Bolton and Geralt were looking up when they heard a loud noise. Someone smashed a hole in the wall at the top of the King's Tower from the inside, and countless rubbles and a door panel flew out.
"Get out of the way!" The training ground suddenly became chaotic.
After the gravel and the door panel fell to the ground, everyone went over to check and found that it was the iron door panel of the commander-in-chief's study. There was also a dented footprint on the door panel.
Geralt leaned over and put his hand on the shoe print: "The pattern in the print is a hard-soled shoe made in Tyrosh. The size is exactly the size of Duke Werther. It is not an enemy attack!"
"It seems that the conversation between the two big shots is over." After Roose Bolton said that, he hurried to the conference room with his men.
Witte and the Green Seer didn't know what they were talking about, but they obviously had a very unpleasant conversation. Now is definitely not the time to seek a relationship with Vitra. The other one is Bran, the new Green Seer. In front of him, all the old stories will be exposed. Earl Bolton has too many
I don't want anyone to mention my secret.
The warm conference room was crowded with northern nobles. The commander-in-chief of the Night Watch, Bunyan, was talking in the main seat. When he saw Bolton coming in, he raised his hand and pointed to the empty seat. He simply waved to the familiar friends.
, Bolton and his son sat in their own seats.
There were two people beside Bunyan, who was sitting in the chair. On one side was Duke Eddard, and on the other side was a black-haired boy who looked to be in his teens. Bolton recognized that it was Sauron, the second son of Werther and the heir of Tyrosh.
This was a military meeting, and the discussion was about how to resist the White Walkers at the Great Wall in ten days. There was a pile of paper and ink bottles on the table in front of Sauron. He was acting as a temporary secretary, lowering his head and collecting everyone's papers.
The speech was written in a small notebook, and the recorded contents were handed over to Witte after the meeting.
Geralt, who was not leading troops, was not invited to the meeting. He was led by a Night Watch officer to the underground barracks where the skinchangers rested.
Dozens of children of the forest were placed in the nearby barracks. The skinchangers were in high spirits when they left Castle Black and headed north. Now the barracks are filled with a sad atmosphere, and some people are crying for their dead relatives and friends.
Seeing the miserable state of the skinchangers, Geralt felt that the word "return" was a compliment to them. There were less than 60 skinchangers out of a team of several hundred people, so it was more appropriate to say they had escaped.
"Geralt! It's so nice to see you!" A graceful woman suddenly ran over and hugged Geralt into her arms.
Deep in his arms, Geralt recognized the woman by her smell: "Wendy? Are you still alive?"
Wendy hugged Geralt tightly and refused to let go: "My attendants are all dead, my psychic beast is also dead, and I am the only one alive."
Wendy did not cry. Geralt knew that she was in great need of comfort at this time, so he held her for a while before speaking: "There is just a deal between us."
"Yes, it's just a transaction between us." Wendy let go of her hand and hurriedly took out her handkerchief to wipe the tears that were about to fall. The identity gap between the two is destined to have no consequences.
It is enough that Geralt's seeds were not held accountable.
"Duke Werther!" The night watchman suddenly saluted at the door. Werther and Wendy turned their heads and saw Werther quickly walking through the door carrying two black arms that looked like skeletons.
"It doesn't belong to a White Walker or a vampire, what is that arm?" Geralt's detection magic showed no response.
Wendy whispered: "It's Sansa! Sansa lost her hands to save us in a battle, and Duke Werther is thinking of a way."
"What?" Geralt was shocked, leaving Wendy behind and running towards Werther.
Werther walked into a double officer's bedroom, where there were only two ladies, Sansa and Menedith. After closing the door, Werther used magic to cover the door with a layer of ice, freezing the door tightly.
"Is this a new arm made especially for me?" Sansa's tone showed no hint of happiness.
Sansa was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her gorgeous and thin red mage dress highlighted her tall and graceful curves, but her two sleeves hung empty on both sides of her body. Her face lost its former look, and only
His face was full of decadence.
"Master Werther, can't you make it look better? It looks like two skeletons!" Menedith has been accompanying Sansa during this period, constantly telling jokes to make Sansa feel better, and talking to her all the time.
she.
Witte placed the thing in his hand on the bed: "The arm is made of pure Valyrian steel and driven by pure magic power. In order to save magic power, it can only be made thinner at the expense of weight. If you don't like the style, you can ask me to change it later."
The shape of the two arms is indeed similar to human arm bones. The arms are made of smoke-black Valyrian steel. There is one bone in the upper arm and two bones in the lower arm. The palms and fingers are also the same as those of humans. The joints are only made of simple materials.
Lock connection, the entire arm does not have any mechanical device.
"Then what is this? Are you wearing it?" Menedith asked, lifting up a vest-like garment. However, the garment had no fabric, only black straps as thick as a little finger and two metal pieces.
Looking at Menedith's half-smiling face, Werther took the vest into his hand and unfolded it in the correct way.
"These straps are wrapped with a layer of cotton on the outside, and are full of small white spider silk on the inside. They are worn close to the body to strengthen Sansa's magic control." Werther opened one side of the metal piece again, and there was a thin nail here: "These two
A metal piece made of the same Valyrian steel should be attached to the base of the severed hand. This thin nail should also be inserted into the shoulder, so that subtle changes in the arm can be transmitted to your body, replacing the real arm.
tactility."
Sansa lowered her head: "Valyrian steel is very valuable, I can't afford it."
"You're still calculating the price based on ten years! You could have bought it with the money you saved!" Menedith put a black strappy vest on top of Sansa's clothes. After adjusting a few buckles, she found that it fit perfectly.
"I'll go back and walk Renly's way for you. I'll see if the cost can be reimbursed from the treasury." Sansa is Renly's first apprentice. He and Margaery usually take good care of Sansa and Menedith. Werther
I don't think Renly cares about the money.
"Dedicate yourself to your country! Sansa, I'm so proud of you!" Menedith put his arms around Sansa and hugged her tightly.
"Sansa, your two hands were severed from the middle of the upper arm, and you also suffered magic and severe frostbite. If you want to use these two new arms, I need to remove the remaining arms of yours and leave only the shoulders. You
Let me know when you think about it." Women all love beauty, and Werther was worried that Sansa didn't want to have a new arm installed.
While Sansa was thinking, someone knocked on the door.
"It's Geralt." He had a special bloodline after undergoing the trial of green grass, and Werther could sense it from afar.
"Come in," Sansa shouted toward the door.
Werther put Geralt into the room: "Don't say anything yet."
Geralt nodded and stood aside, looking at Sansa with concern on his face.
After thinking for a while, Sansa made up her mind: "I have thought about it, let's install the arm now."
"You have to cut off the remaining arm along the bones of the joints, Menedith, can you do it?" This is not a beheading. It requires precise operation and requires taking off Sansa's only piece of clothing, which is not convenient for Werther.
Sansa stood up and said, "Don't all the women of Tyrosh wear a tulle to walk around the streets? Is there anything I haven't seen before? Menedith, take off my clothes, and Master Witte, feel free to do it."
"That's because the weather is too hot. There's nothing we can do about it. Sansa, you are an unmarried girl after all, so you can turn your back." After speaking, Werther summoned two purple translucent axes and prepared to do it.
Menedith unbuttoned Sansa's dress and pulled it down to her waist, revealing Sansa's white back.
Seeing the scars on Sansa's back and the two remaining sections of her arm, Geralt clenched his fists.
"Raise your arms." Werther said to Sansa from behind. Just as she raised her hands, two purple lights flashed, and two short severed arms fell to the ground.
The golden healing spell followed and enveloped Sansa. The healing spell only healed the wound and had no analgesic effect. Sansa gritted her teeth and did not cry out, but her rapid breathing and the sweat all over her body still showed that she was incomparable at this moment.
pain.
The two wounds on the shoulders were healing quickly. Werther picked up the black strappy vest and put it on Sansa. Menedith was responsible for adjusting the front, and Werther was responsible for the metal pieces on the back and shoulders: "It still hurts a little bit, bear with it.
"
Bang bang, two metal nails were inserted into Sansa's body, and the metal disc stuck tightly to her shoulders.
Geralt looked from behind and saw that Sansa's original arms were gone, leaving only two black metal discs.
The rest of the adjustment work of the vest was left to Menedith. Under her adjustment, it didn't take long to get dressed.
The treatment has completely healed Sansa's wounds, and Sansa's breathing has returned to normal. Her fair skin is stained with sweat, and the straps of a small black vest are outlined along the lines of her body.
"I wonder which man these cute little white pigs will take advantage of." Menedith stretched out her hand and gently touched Sansa's red spot.
"Don't touch!" Sansa instinctively bent her body and tried to push Menedith's hand away, but she remembered that she had no arms and lowered her head in embarrassment.
"It's moving!" Menedith pointed to the metal arm placed on the bed. Being familiar with Sansa's character, she knew that she wanted to push her away. The left arm on the bed made a bending and stretching movement under Sansa's thoughts.
Sansa also felt her arm rubbing against a foreign object from the metal spike on her shoulder. She turned around excitedly and looked at the metal arm on the bed, trying to recall the feeling just now, and mobilized her magic power to control it.
Watching the two skeletal arms slowly fly to both sides of the body, returning to the correct position of the arms. Although the only touch was not as good as real arms, the feeling of regaining them made Sansa very excited, and she began to use her hands to make
Various actions.
However, she forgot that she was wearing an extremely alluring black strap on her upper body, and two red grapes were dangling in front of Werther and Geralt's eyes.
This temptation was nothing to Werther, and he was thinking about how to improve his arm next. This was a business that could make a lot of money after the war. But Geralt was blushing.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Perhaps because they watched Geralt grow up around them, Sansa and Menedith didn't care much about Geralt being around, and kept waiting for Sansa
Feeling a bit of chill, she used the new metal arms to put on the skirt for herself.
Geralt's feelings for Sansa and Menedith were very complicated. He originally thought that age was not a problem, as long as marrying one of them was his lifelong pursuit. But after learning that Sansa was his biological aunt, he
His thoughts turned to Menedith. But Menedith had no feelings for him, and after being led by Oberon and experiencing many women, Geralt gave up this thought.
Now that Sansa almost died and her arm was broken, Geralt made a decision in his heart.
Geralt pulled out the Siren Sword from his back, walked to Sansa and knelt down on one knee, holding the Siren Sword flat in front of Sansa with both hands: "Sansa Stark, I, Tyrosh's
Geralt Sand, I am willing to be your sworn knight for life! Always protect your safety!"
Sansa looked at Werther with a blank expression, and Werther nodded seriously.
Werther saw that Geralt's words were sincere and came from the heart. First he was a sworn knight, and then he married Sansa. Werther did not want to interfere with his and his aunt's business. Now the green seer Bran made a move with him, and his brother's
When his son plots against his sister, Werther also feels disgusted with him.
Receiving sworn knights is not a big deal. Every lord has a lot of them. Sansa thought about it for a while before taking the Siren Sword.
"In the name of the Virgin, I ask you to protect the weak and the innocent. In the name of the maiden, I ask you to protect all women. In my name, I ask you to abide by your oath." Sansa put the tip of her sword on Geralt's shoulders.
After connecting the dots, he held it in both hands and handed it back to Geralt.
Just as Geralt was about to stand up, Sansa spoke again: "My brother Robb's left palm was also cut off. What do you think?"
"What? I can only cut off Robb's hand!" Geralt took the Siren Sword and wanted to rush out.