Request for Reinforcements

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Robb swallowed the last piece of cheese on his plate and couldn't help but let out a satisfying burp.

Fortunately, only he and the maidservant standing beside him remained at the table, otherwise, Catelyn would have lectured him again.

The second dinner he had just managed to stuff into his stomach did not bring him any Blood Contract Points.

This shattered his idea of relying on gluttony to gain points.

Good!

If he really gained points this way, Robb would definitely become fatter than King Robert Baratheon in the future.

After dinner, it was supposed to be Robb's usual time to practice swordsmanship, but today he returned directly to his room.

This was partly because his father, Eddard, had told him to rest for two days, and partly because he himself wanted to recuperate.

Back in his room, Robb's first action was to look at Blood Wind, who was sleeping soundly.

The blood-red text appeared as his thoughts willed it.

Perhaps because he had gained Blood Contract Points from dinner, a plus sign appeared after each of Blood Wind's three stats.

Robb lowered his head and pondered for a moment. With a thought, the Blood Contract Points in his vision disappeared.

A wisp of red mist, as thick as a chopstick, rose from his body and then flowed into the sleeping Blood Wind's body. Blood Wind's Constitution stat then increased to 2!

Was that red mist the Blood Contract Points?

Robb gently stroked his stubble, some speculation forming in his mind.

If he gained 1 Blood Contract Point per day, he felt that at this growth rate, Blood Wind's stats would be several times that of its siblings within a month.

As for why he chose to increase Constitution first, that was also after careful consideration.

This world was real to him now, not just like watching a drama from a god's-eye view.

There was no one at Winterfell who raised direwolves. If Blood Wind, in its cub stage, were to die for any reason, it would be the most fatal loss for him.

By prioritizing increasing the Constitution attribute, he could most safely ensure Blood Wind survived to adulthood.

Increasing Agility and Strength later would not be too late.

After allocating stats to Blood Wind, Robb suddenly felt exhausted.

He found two thick pieces of clothing in the wardrobe, spread them on the floor, and then gently picked up Blood Wind and placed it within.

He didn't sleep in the same bed as Blood Wind because Robb had a habit of tossing and turning in his sleep when he was on Blue Star.

He had to eliminate all possibilities that could harm Blood Wind.

Hoo! Comfortable!

The thick fur padding on the solid wood bed was indeed soft. As soon as Robb lay down, he felt as if he had sunk into a pile of cotton, and couldn't help but groan.

My advantages!

First, knowing the general direction of the future and some important figures.

Second, Blood Wind, this golden finger.

Third, being the eldest son of noble blood in the North.

But, could he really deal with the cunning Tywin Lannister and Daenerys Targaryen, who possessed three dragons, in the future?

Right, and the Wildlings beyond The Wall...

And finally, the White Walkers...

Lying on the bed, Robb pondered his advantages and the enemies he would face in the future.

Perhaps due to exhaustion, he fell into a deep sleep within minutes.

The next morning, Robb was awakened by his body's biological clock.

As soon as he finished dressing and got out of bed, Blood Wind bit his trouser leg, conveying its hunger.

Fine! This guy is completely an emotionless eating machine.

Robb bent down and patted Blood Wind's fluffy head before going out to get it breakfast.

After a period of busyness and serving the great Lord Blood Wind, Robb went to the washstand to prepare to wash up.

He plunged his head into the washbasin prepared by the male servant and shook it left and right a few times. He suddenly raised his head.

In the mirror on the washstand, a young man with blue eyes, reddish-brown hair, and a sturdy build was looking back at him.

Although Robb's appearance was relatively mature, he was handsome and heroic, possessing his own unique aura.

I am Robb Stark!

After looking at the face in the mirror for a few minutes, which was both strange and familiar, he silently recited in his heart. Then, he wiped his face with a towel and turned to put on his noble casual wear.

The Stark family's breakfast was still very rich. Feeling his stomach was empty, Robb ate heartily without any regard for his image.

"Robb, you ate two dinners last night. Why are you still so hungry this morning?"

Eddard popped the grape in his hand into his mouth, and asked Robb with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"I don't know, maybe I'm still growing! Father Lord!"

Hearing his father's question, Robb quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and replied.

"Father, maybe a nest of fat pigs that only know how to shit is living in his stomach."

Hearing Robb's words, Arya remembered what he had said last night and couldn't help but want to tease him back.

"Arya, what are you talking about? You're done eating, go find Sister Mordane and study today's lessons. Sansa, go with your sister."

Hearing Arya's words, Catelyn frowned and said.

"Yes, Mother!"

Sansa and Arya, the two sisters, responded in unison.

Sansa, who was dragged into it, glared at Arya resentfully, curtsied to her parents, and left first.

Arya stuck out her tongue at Robb, made a face, and then turned and ran out.

"Robb, if you feel unwell in any way, remember to tell Maester Luwin."

Catelyn was still worried about Robb's health.

"Yes, Mother!"

Breakfast ended, and Robb didn't get any Blood Contract Points. He wasn't in a hurry, as there was still dinner.

Moreover, he felt that Blood Contract Points were not as simple as just getting them by eating.

Yesterday, after adding attributes to Blood Wind, the sudden fatigue he felt was a bit abnormal.

The next period of time should have been Robb's usual archery training. Like sword training, his father Eddard had given him a holiday, so he immediately returned to his room to increase his intimacy with Blood Wind.

About an hour later, a male servant notified Robb that it was time to go to the council hall.

As the heir to Winterfell, accompanying Eddard in handling the trivial matters of the territory every day was his bounden duty and responsibility.

Of course, the final decision rested with Eddard. Normally, he just accompanied him to watch and learn.

When Robb arrived at the council hall, his father Eddard and Maester Luwin were seated on the high platform.

Captain of the Guards Jory, along with two fully armed soldiers, guarded the entrance to the hall, while the commoners lined up behind them, waiting.

After Robb took his seat to Eddard's left, the territory's council for the day officially began.

In this era of peace, most of the matters were trivial. Some were about old houses collapsing and requesting the lord's help, while others were about one neighbor's livestock crossing the boundary and eating the other's grass.

Robb's head was swimming with all this, and he was starting to doze off.

After all, Westeros had severe criminal laws, and even theft was a serious crime.

In some places, the penalty was as light as chopping off hands or feet, while in others, it was direct hanging or banishment to the Night's Watch.

The population of Winterfell's domain was simple, not as complex as King's Landing. Therefore, crime rarely occurred.

"Let me in, I have urgent business with the Lord!"

A shout from outside the great hall jolted Robb, who had been feeling sleepy, awake.

Eddard gave Jory a look, and he turned to leave. Following him in was a young man in simple clothes, still bearing traces of blood.

"My Lord, I am..."

"Address him as Lord!"

A young man, about Robb's age, was interrupted and corrected by Jory as soon as he started speaking.

"My Lord, I am a villager from Eastwatch Village. Last night during dinner, a group of soldiers broke into our village, burning and looting. I was ordered by Village Chief Wood to sneak out and seek reinforcements."

"Approximately how many? What weapons did they use, and were they wearing armor? Did you see any house sigils on them, did you get a clear look?"

Eddard asked, his brow furrowed.

The questions startled the young man. He recalled for a moment, then hesitantly replied, "About fourteen or fifteen people. They were mostly wearing leather armor. Most used longswords and shields, and two or three used bows and arrows.

As for sigils... Right! One person's shield had a mark shaped like this."

Saying this, the young man used his hands to form an 'X'.

"I'm afraid he's referring to the sigil of House Bolton's Flayed Men, Lord Eddard," Maester Luwin said, turning to Eddard.

"House Bolton?

Maester Luwin, send a raven to House Bolton and ask them what's going on."

"Yes, I'll go to the ravenry now."

Eddard pondered for a moment, then immediately gave Maester Luwin his orders.

He then turned to Robb and asked, "Robb, how are you feeling today?"

"I'm perfectly fine, Father Lord."

"Very well, then. Go and prepare yourself. You will depart for Eastwatch Village. I will have Jory bring twenty men to meet you at the East Gate."

"Yes!"

Robb nodded in agreement and immediately got up and returned to the main keep.

After watching his eldest son's retreating back, Eddard gave Jory a few instructions before continuing to handle other matters.

Because the situation was urgent, Robb hurried back to his room, called his male servant, and instructed him on how to feed Blood Wind.

Afterward, he changed out of his noble casual wear for the meeting into a leather-lined jerkin. While Robb was changing, Jon and Theon, having likely heard the news, arrived together, expressing their desire to accompany him.

Jon's swordsmanship was extraordinary, and Theon's archery was also very good. It would be safer with the two of them.

Robb's thoughts raced, and he readily agreed.

With two more people, he believed his father, Eddard, would definitely agree. If not, they could simply replace two soldiers from Jory's contingent.

The three of them, Robb, Jon, and Theon, passed through the bridge passage north of the main keep and went directly to the armory.

Standard chainmail, finely crafted longswords, longbows, short swords, and daggers were all available.

The three helped each other put on the standard chainmail common in the North, gathered their weapons, mounted the Winterfell warhorses that the servants had led from the stables, and with considerable presence, headed towards the East Gate.

Hmm, the first three chapters, nearly ten thousand characters, have completed the setup and world-building. Since the story starts with the Young Wolf Lord, some plot points from the original drama are unavoidable, but I will try my best to incorporate my own original plotlines and write something new.

I hope my esteemed readers will follow along daily. This is very important. Thank you!