Blood Pact

After carefully examining the bloody text before him a few times, Robb didn't rush to sign the contract.

He bent down and put Blood Wind down, and the bloody text in front of him instantly disappeared.

He tried to pick up another direwolf cub, but the bloody text still didn't appear.

Finally, when Robb picked up Blood Wind again, the text reappeared before his eyes, just as he had expected.

"Robb, let me help you! Jon found another odd-colored wolf cub."

Theon walked over, gathering the remaining three cubs into his arms and said.

"What is destined, and what changes! Let's go home."

Confirming that only Blood Wind could trigger his golden finger, Robb hugged the direwolf cub even more carefully, while uttering a sentence that left Theon bewildered.

What was wrong with him today?

Glancing sideways at the sworn brother he had known for nearly ten years, Theon suddenly felt a bit unfamiliar with him.

When Robb and his party returned safely to Winterfell, his mother Catelyn Tully, along with Sansa, Arya, Rickon, Maester Luwin, and Hodor, had already been waiting at the main keep's entrance.

After exchanging greetings according to noble tradition, Robb's three younger siblings excitedly divided the three direwolf cubs in Theon's arms.

Catelyn had initially wanted to question Robb in detail upon hearing that he had suddenly fainted. However, Robb, with his little secret, was too impatient.

He excused himself to his parents and, carrying his Blood Wind, returned to the main keep first.

As for dinner, the servants would naturally notify him.

Robb's room was located on the far left of the second floor of the main keep. The room had good lighting, was bright and spacious, but its interior was simple, purely functional.

In fact, no bedroom in Winterfell was luxuriously decorated.

A large candelabra was placed in each corner of the room, which could illuminate the entire room when lit at night.

Above the wall where the door was located, a row of fist-sized wooden pipe openings was embedded.

Winterfell was originally built over a hot spring, so the heat from the spring was transported through these pipes within the castle walls to warm the rooms of Winterfell.

This made Winterfell more comfortable than other castles during the harsh winters of the North. In essence, it was equivalent to a super central air conditioning system that could only provide heating.

In the middle of the room was a large wooden bed, layered with thick furs.

Opposite the wooden bed was a wooden desk. A wardrobe was placed to the left of the desk, and a washstand to the right; these were all the furniture in the room.

Bang!

Closing the door, Robb walked a few steps to the bed and bent down, gently placing Blood Wind amidst the thick furs.

...Mmm!

Whether it was hunger or some other reason, Blood Wind on the bed opened its eyes, its nose sniffing the air, and it let out a soft, milky wolf whine.

Sign the Blood Contract!

After returning to his room, Robb couldn't wait to activate his golden finger.

[Initiating Blood Contract Signing!]

As the Chinese characters in front of Robb's eyes flickered, Blood Wind's yellow eyes instantly turned blood-red. It bit down on the tiger's mouth of Robb's right hand.

Although Blood Wind was still a cub, as a direwolf born to be a killer, its sharp teeth easily tore through the skin of Robb's right hand, and blood immediately flowed out.

The blood from Robb's right hand did not drip onto the bed; it was all absorbed by Blood Wind.

Gradually, a faint red light emanated from Blood Wind's and Robb's bodies, bathing the entire room in a scene like a sunset.

[Blood Contract Signed!]

After about a minute, the red light gradually merged into Robb's and Blood Wind's bodies.

The blood-red color in Blood Wind's eyes receded. When its small, bright yellow eyes saw Robb's bleeding right hand again, it instinctively extended its warm, wet tongue to lick the wound.

After the contract was signed, Robb suddenly felt a sense of telepathic connection with Blood Wind. He could sense its apology, as well as its hunger, thirst, and other emotions in his mind.

When he focused on Blood Wind, blood-red text appeared again.

[Name: Blood Wind, Contractor: Robb Stark]

[Constitution: 1, Speed: 2, Strength: 1]

[Species: Warg Direwolf (6)]

[Blood Contract Points: 0]

For Robb, who had been through countless games on Blue Star, the information in the blood-red text was easy to understand.

The first item could be ignored for now. The second item referred to Blood Wind's three-dimensional stats. As a newborn wolf cub, these stats were understandable. Robb eagerly anticipated Blood Wind's future growth.

The third item definitely referred to the six cubs obtained by House Stark. He hadn't expected Blood Wind and the others to have the prefix "Warg."

It made sense that these six cubs all possessed extraordinary bloodlines.

After all, in the original story, Brandon could spontaneously commune with his direwolf without any guidance or training.

And when Arya last saw her Nymeria, the pack of direwolf-blooded kinwolves Nymeria led did not have the size that Nymeria possessed.

Robb guessed that if Blood Wind were just an ordinary direwolf, they might not have been able to sign a Blood Contract at all.

Blood Contract Points! This should be what helps Blood Wind grow quickly.

This fourth item is the most crucial part of his golden finger!

So, how should he obtain them?

Robb stared at the bloody text before him, contemplating the possibilities of acquiring Blood Contract Points in his mind.

Whine!

Seeing Robb spacing out alone, Blood Wind restlessly shifted its furry body twice and let out a low growl.

Hungry... thirsty... hungry!

It was only after these thoughts had been continuously transmitted for a long time that Robb snapped out of his deep contemplation.

Leaving the little glutton who only wanted to eat on the bed, he opened the door and went out.

About half an hour later, Robb returned to his room carrying a small wooden basin. As soon as he opened the door, Robb tried to send the thought of eating to Blood Wind in his mind.

"Blood Wind, your nutritious dinner is here!"

But Blood Wind lay lazily on the bed, motionless, probably too weak from hunger to move.

Seeing Blood Wind in this state, Robb tilted his head in thought, placed the small wooden basin on the desk, and turned to rummage through his wardrobe.

The small wooden basin contained dog milk.

On the way back today, Ser Rodrik had mentioned that his family had a red female dog that had just given birth, and most of the pups had died. They could squeeze milk to feed these six Direwolves.

Northmen's clothing was generally made of thick wool. Robb finally found a linen lining and cut off a palm-sized piece with the sword he was wearing.

He dipped one end of the cloth into the basin of dog milk, and the white liquid instantly soaked the cloth. Robb held the small wooden basin with his right hand and brought the cloth to Blood Wind's mouth with his left.

Blood Wind's nose seemed to smell the dog milk. It first stuck out its tongue to lick the cloth, then suddenly opened its mouth and bit the front end of the cloth, sucking on it.

After repeatedly feeding Blood Wind all the dog milk in the basin this way, Robb, who had maintained the same posture, felt a bit of a sore back and legs.

However, looking at Blood Wind, who had eaten its fill and was sleeping on the bed, he actually felt a sense of accomplishment, like a new father.

As Robb was busy feeding Blood Wind, the sky outside was gradually darkening.

At this moment, a male servant knocked and entered, informing Robb that dinner was ready and lighting the candlestick in his room.

Robb nodded in agreement and then tidied his attire before heading out.

Walking for more than ten minutes along the dimly lit corridor, even with the lit candlesticks, Robb arrived at the banquet hall from the main keep.

The Stark ancestors of the past were clearly very hospitable. They had built the banquet hall quite large. The entire outer wall of the hall was made of gray stone and hung with Stark's Direwolf banners.

Robb pushed open the oak and iron doors and saw eight long tables arranged inside the hall. These long tables were separated by a central aisle, four on each side. If they were all filled, it would take at least several hundred people.

Of course, these were for ordinary guests.

They, the members of House Stark and noble guests, would dine at the long table on the high platform in the hall.

At this moment, the entire House Stark had already taken their seats at the high platform's long table, with Jon and Theon also among them.

When there were no distinguished guests, Catelyn, for Eddard's sake, could still tolerate a certain 'bastard'.

During dinner, Eddard and Catelyn, the couple, tore at their rye bread and whispered to each other. The table was mostly filled with Theon's voice. He loudly bragged to Robb's four younger siblings about how he discovered the bodies of the buck and the direwolf.

Robb had only briefly answered Catelyn's concern about his health at the beginning of dinner, then silently ate his food. After all, he had too many things to think about and organize.

As he carelessly consumed most of the various foods on his plate, a bloody inscription suddenly appeared before his eyes.

[Blood Contract Points +1]

What! You can get Blood Contract Points by eating?

Robb was overjoyed to get Blood Contract Points from eating.

"Robb, what's got you so happy?"

Arya, sitting to Robb's right, happened to see his expression. This curious girl immediately asked.

"Arya, I discovered that eating can help you grow!"

Having gained Blood Contract Points, Robb was no longer as preoccupied as before. He smiled and replied to Arya, then turned to the maid standing by and said, "Please bring me another serving of dinner, the same portion."

"Hmph! I'm not talking to you anymore. Eating so much, you're such a glutton!"

Arya, who had a good appetite but never seemed to grow, had always been her weakness.

Hearing Robb's words, Arya felt he was teasing her. She immediately turned hostile, dropped this sentence, and ignored Robb.

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