Traitor

"Well done."

King's Landing, Corleone rode their horses slowly outside Lion Gate, while watching the fresh news coming from Xinyao.

Lysa is dead, and Petyr is also dead. Although there is no evidence of death, now the Eyrie is only left with a "Duke" who is only eight years old and has some intellectual disabilities.

With Sansa's methods and the Hound's help, it's really hard to control that kid.

The team left by Jon·Arryn was cleaned up a lot by Petyr, which just left a gap for Corleone to arrange for people to take over.

Now Riverlands has settled down, and Vale will also fall into the arms of Iron Throne after a while.

Dorne There was some trouble over there. It was said that a fisherman discovered the body of Anders Yronwood on the beach.

Now the Yronwood family is summoning their vassals to seek explanation from Martell.

The day Oberyn got the news, he rushed back with a few snake killers. With that guy's temper, it was impossible to hand over the murderer, and he clamored to lead troops to open the package for Yronwood.

Corleone did not intervene.

After all, no matter how chaotic Dorne is, in the final analysis, the alliance between him and Oberyn is not that strong, and the other party is just the second son.

He didn't want to be stabbed by Doran Martell when he sent troops to the North, although this was unlikely.

Over at the Reach, Mace·Tyrell has freed up his hands from the Redwyne rebellion and is preparing to return to King's Landing and take up his post as Master of Ships.

As for the reason for suppressing the rebellion so quickly...

Naturally, in order to win over the old woman Olenna, Corleone made some concessions and returned House Redwyne's eldest son, Horace Redwyne, to Arbor.

It has to be said that the primogeniture system of Westeros is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

When Horace returned to the fiefdom, it could be said that he responded to everything. The people who supported Hobber did not hesitate to turn against him and directly pulled him from Earl's position.

It is said that he is still in jail.

However, after this battle, the cooperation between Corleone and House Tyrell has taken a step closer.

He sent a caravan to the Reach to spread the goods in large quantities in the market in exchange for the support of the lords in establishing Black Hand Mafia branches in various towns.

It can be said that if there is any trouble with the Reach in the future, Corleone will definitely know about it earlier than the Duke Mace·Tyrell.

Of course, there is also the reason why Mace is a fool.

Now that almost everything south of Moat Cailin has been pacified, there should be no possibility of large-scale wars for a long time in the future.

Except...

"I must remind you, Lord Tywin."

Corleone looked at the figure on horseback in front of him.

Even though he had just recovered from a serious injury and lost a whole lot of weight, Tywin·Lannister's back was still straight.

"Your current physical condition is simply not suitable for riding a horse."

"As a professional the Doctor, I suggest that you'd better take a carriage back to Casterly Rock. Although it may take a little longer, it's better to be safe."

He persuaded him earnestly, "And... doesn't your butt hurt?"

As soon as these words came out, Tywin's originally unattractive face became a little longer.

"No need for you to remind me."

"Carriage?" He snorted coldly and moved his butt quietly. If it weren't for Corleone Insight, he wouldn't have noticed at all.

"How can a lion return to its territory and be in a cage?"

Corleone raised his eyebrows but did not refute.

I have to say that Tywin is really the biological father of Jaime, and his arrogant behavior is exactly the same.

But he didn't try to persuade me again.

Send the Buddha to the west, send the lion to...Lion Gate.

Corleone doesn't care what kind of transportation Tywin uses to leave King's Landing, but this old lion really needs to go.

Sept exploded, Cersei died, Kevan resigned from Master of Laws and returned to Westerlands, Jaime is still in the North, I don't know which Wildlings to learn the left-handed sword from, Tyrion...Tyrion is not important.

Moreover, Iron Islands is in big trouble.

Iron Islands leader Baron Greyjoy died suddenly in an "accident". The old guy had no children... Well, having one means no more.

In short, only one daughter succeeded, but her younger brother Euron "coincidentally" returned to Iron Islands and finally won 0

Under his leadership, Ironborn, who was originally just making a small fuss with Westerlands, actually took the courage of a leopard, and almost the entire army was dispatched to loot Lannisport!

The most annoying thing is that those Ironborn robbed and ran away, and Casterly Rock acting city lord Kevan·Lannister was completely helpless about it.

But even Corleone has to admit that when it comes to the ancestral craft of robbery, Ironborn is the expert.

Euron's move was too beautiful, and Westerlands's coastline was too long. Kevan couldn't take care of it with the few troops in his hand. By the time Casterly Rock's reinforcements arrived, those guys had long since disappeared on the horizon.

No, the old lion was so anxious to go back and take control of the overall situation soon after he woke up that he didn't even bother to fight for power and profit with Corleone.

"We agreed."

Before leaving, Tywin did not forget to tell Corleone: "I will keep Westerlands and will not return to King's Landing. You are responsible for sending Jaime back to me to inherit Casterly Rock."

"Otherwise, even if I really only have three years left to live, I will definitely lead my troops to fight King's Landing before I die!"

The autumn wind stirred up dust and swirled it between the two.

Corleone met his gaze without blinking, obviously not guilty at all.

"Don't worry about that."

"Cersei is dead. It's meaningless for that kid to pretend to be Kingsguard. I'm sure to convince him."

Tywin stared at him for a few seconds, seeming to determine whether the words were true or false.

"If you are worried, I can hand over Tyrion to you as a hostage."

... Forget it." Tywin sneered at this.

"I feel sick when I see that Tyrion."

After going through so many things, his attitude towards Tyrion is no longer what it was before, where he was still concerned about family dignity in front of outsiders.

Corleone raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but did not defend Tyrion.

Firstly, it is difficult for an upright official to stop household chores, and secondly, he has no obligation.

The team stopped at the intersection.

Tywin did not rush the horse immediately, but turned back to take one last look at the outline of the city in the distance.

He started Hand of the King here when he was twenty years old. He almost watched the destruction of the Targaryen Dynasty here, then watched the rise of Bila Theon in its prosperity, and then watched it decay.

Now, he is leaving.

The second time, and probably the last time, will never come back.

"King's Landing is yours, Corleone."

He didn't stay too long, Tywin quickly looked away and waved casually, looking very free and easy.

"Take this well Hand of the King. If you don't do it well...

He paused, then clamped the horse's belly, and the black horse strode forward with four hooves.

"Just give it back to me as soon as possible!"

The sound was scattered in the autumn wind, and was mostly covered by the sound of horse hooves.

Corleone watched the group of crimson figures heading west along Kingsroad.

The setting sun sank into the horizon in front of them, dyeing the sky a dark red, like coagulated blood.

Rorge rode his horse closer and lowered his voice.

"Sir, do we really want to get Ser Jaime back?"

"That guy hasn't even replied to my letters since he left. Who knows what he's doing at the North."

Hearing this, Corleone just looked at the dark red sky in the west, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

As expected of an old lion, he walks so handsomely.

Even though he is absolutely unwilling to do so, there is no better way now besides returning to Westerlands.

After all, Sept was bombed by Cersei, and Corleone at most just stood by and reaped the benefits. There was no way the old lion could get angry at him.

The only thing to blame is that there is something wrong with the way he educates his children.

But then again, who is Cersei following so crazy?

"Jaime will come back." It wasn't until Tywin's figure disappeared on the horizon that Corleone slowly spoke, "A Lannister Always Pays His Debts, not to mention that boy still owes me a bathtub of Gold Dragon."

"If he doesn't come back...

"I will send troops to attack the North and capture him!"

The North.

Jaime, who was galloping on a horse, suddenly panicked and almost fell off the horse.

He instinctively tightened his left hand to steady his body.

Seeing this scene, a Bolton cavalryman behind him couldn't help but complained in a low voice, "Do we really want to listen to this cripple?"

"That guy can hardly even ride his horse safely."

Hearing this, the companion beside him mocked. "This cripple defeated Captain Haken and the others in a one-on-three fight before.

"If you are not convinced, go challenge him to a duel. If you win, we will all listen to you."

The young cavalryman shrank his neck, murmured his lips a few times, and finally said no more.

After all, my companion was right.

They set off from Winterfell about half a month ago. Although at the beginning, due to Roose Bolton's order, no one said anything about Jaime being the commander.

But as they got further and further away from Winterfell, these the North soldiers could no longer hold back.

We are all elites here, why should we be commanded by a cripple who has lost his right hand?

So, a captain named Haken launched a challenge to Jaime.

The result...

Although it was difficult to win, Jaime really won the three-on-one battle. Haken had a tooth knocked out and now he can still speak without speaking.

From then on, no one dared to mention the word "disabled" in front of Jaime.

The team continued to move forward, but as it got colder and colder as it went north, its speed gradually slowed down.

Hackenze immediately stepped forward and stood side by side with Jaime.

"How about we take a break, Ser Jaime."

"It's really hard to travel like this. Even if the people can bear it, the horses are almost exhausted. I'm afraid if we keep running like this before we get to the Wall, the horses alone will fall by half."

Jaime did not answer immediately.

His gaze crossed the gray skyline in front of him and landed further away, and the majestic outline of the Wall gradually came into view.

Previously, because Roose Bolton said that Stannis was operating near White Harbor, he was suspected of conspiring with House Manderly to rebel against Bolton.

He thought he could stop the guy at the port, but he failed.

A week ago, the eldest son of Weiman Manderly Earl personally received them at White Harbor. After all, Roose Bolton is still Warden of the North in name only.

But unfortunately, Manderly told Jaime and others that they were late.

Stannis had already taken a thousand soldiers to the Eastwatch-by-the-Sea by boat more than ten days ago. It is said that he had received a letter asking for help from the Night Watchman.

In the words of Sir Manderly: "Sir Stannis is a man with a sense of honor, and he is sincerely saving this country."

Jaime scoffed at this.

But since Stannis was not in White Harbor, he had no choice but to lead his people back all the way north, in the direction of the Wall.

After several days of raiding, nothing was achieved, and the two hundred knights plus Jaime were full of resentment.

But fortunately, the Wall is right in front of you.

Castle Black ago.

Jaime reined in the reins and looked up at the fortress where he had stayed for half a year.

To be honest, he never thought that he would come back with two hundred fully armed Bolton cavalry.

Hey!

To put it bluntly, it seems like they are here to attack the city.

Hackenze immediately stepped forward with a hint of exclamation in his voice. "Is this the Wall?"

"Just a short section of the Wall."

Jaime said without looking back, "The real wall is up there."

He raised his chin and pointed at the ice wall that towered into the sky behind the castle.

Haken followed his gaze and was shocked speechless for a moment by the magnificence of the Wall. Most of the cavalry behind him were also like this.

After all, even if you are a the North person, not many people can go to the Wall in your life.

Jaime did not wait for them to recover from the shock, but galloped towards the city gate alone with the horse's belly under his arms.

"Hey!"

He shouted towards the city wall at the top of his lungs, "As agreed, I'm bringing you reinforcements, Jon·Snow!"

Hearing this, several heads wearing black woolen hats stuck out from behind the battlements, but they only glanced down and then retracted.

There was no surprise at all to welcome the arrival of reinforcements, but he was just as wary of outsiders as always.

Jaime frowned and shouted again, "Jon·Snow!"

Still no one responded.

Behind him, low murmurs came from Bolton's team.

"Reinforcements?"

The young cavalryman from before began to mutter again, "Aren't we here to do Stannis?"

"Shut up!" Seeing how stupid his subordinates were, Haken immediately yelled.

The young knight kept silent.

Jaime ignored them completely, his attention was entirely on the city wall.

The night watchmen still showed no intention of opening the door.

What's more, what puzzles Jaime is that he doesn't recognize any of the defenders on the city wall, as if they have all been replaced.

But... the Night's Watch only had a small number of troops left before, and it was impossible for them to undergo such a major replacement.

What happened?

Just when Jaime was waiting impatiently, a snarky voice finally came from the city wall. "I have never heard any news about the arrival of reinforcements!"

"Get out of here now, stranger!"

Jaime narrowed his eyes.

I saw two figures appearing behind the battlements, both wearing the black robes of the night watchman.

The one on the left is tall and thin, and the one on the right is shorter but stronger. It's too far away to see what he looks like.

"Who are you?" Jaime asked loudly.

The tall and thin man replied proudly, "Alliser Thorn, this place is now under my control!"

Jaime searched this name in his mind.

A bit of an impression, but not much.

I seem to have heard of it in King's Landing, a certain Crownlands knight who was assigned to the Wall, but it's just that he was too old and I can't remember the reason clearly.

"It's under your control?"

Jaime mocked. "Where is your commander Jon·Snow? I made an agreement with him!"

However, it was okay not to mention it. As soon as he heard the name "Jon·Snow", Alliser·Thorn suddenly became furious, as if the name inherently offended him, and immediately roared, "Jon·Snow is a traitor to the Night's Watch!"

"Since you are with him, you brought the army to Castle Black with the intention of attacking the city!"

As he spoke, he commanded the men around him without hesitation, "Shoot arrows to drive out these guys with unknown origins!!"