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Chapter 118 Returning Home in Glory
Chapter 118 Returning Home in Glory
The northerners, who traveled the furthest, were the first to say goodbye.
Greatjon Amber stood before the gates of Highgarden, his massive frame bearing a hint of melancholy, as if he had lost some precious treasure.
"Lord Amber, you haven't been in the south for too long and don't want to go back and freeze, have you?" Joffrey teased from his position on the battlements.
"No way," Big Jon said in a loud, confident voice.
"No matter how good a place is, it's never as good as our old home in the north."
That's a strong statement, but it might be more convincing if you took off the silk and brocade underneath his armor.
The people of the North are resistant to cold but not to heat. Their clothes are already thick, and they don't have the spare money to buy new armor for the South.
During battle, they don't care about these things in order to survive, but in peacetime, they all complain that they can't stand it and wish they could take off all but their clothes.
The men from the Amber family were even more outrageous, wandering around shirtless, revealing the thick hair on their chests.
But on the day they were to leave, they wrapped themselves up tightly and looked much fatter.
Everyone knows what was stuffed under the armor.
Even Ed tacitly approved of it.
They all contributed greatly to the siege and suffered the most casualties. They were also the main force left to defend Gaoting, so they deserve this benefit.
In this way, Joffrey shared the opportunity to make contributions with others, ensuring that everyone received the recognition.
They may bring money and silk, and silver plates and cutlery, but they are not allowed to take away other people's belongings as they did when they looted the Eyrie.
With no heir in the Arryn family and no other spoils to share, no one cared about Harry's feelings as the heir.
And along the way, they had already reaped considerable rewards.
Moreover, the Tyrell family remains the supreme ruler of the Reach. Although only half of them remain, they still have to save face, and matters involving dignity cannot be touched.
The fight went too far; it'll be difficult to meet again in the future.
Therefore, plundering must be limited and disciplined.
Those who sneaked into the warehouse, took off their clothes and used them as parcels to fill with hundreds of silver deer coins were all kindly persuaded to put them back.
They were dissatisfied, so the lord was summoned.
When I poured it out, wow, at the very bottom were hidden glittering golden dragons.
Basically, all you have to do is apologize, return some of the items, and take the child back for a few lashes as a token gesture.
But Lucas Bolton is different.
He skinned the soldiers in his household who had committed crimes, and hung them, still bloody, on a skinning rack on the plain outside the city.
Then he said in a gentle and refined manner: "A harmonious land, peaceful people."
"I won't stop them from having some fun, but I don't want to see them acting so ostentatiously."
He was polite and kept silent, and those who were afraid of him respectfully called him Lord Leech.
But people like Great Jon Snow weren't so polite; they called him Ramsay Bolton to his face.
"If he's this ruthless to his own people, what wouldn't he do?"
"When we were fighting, he followed behind me, and I was always afraid that he would secretly stab me in the back."
He changed into clean clothes, then turned back, lingeringly touching the white city wall of Gaoting.
Then he started drooling over the girl's slender waist in the river bend.
But this is strictly prohibited.
Soldiers are forbidden from touching the maids and cooks inside the castle; if they need anything, they should go to the technicians outside the city.
Even "voluntary" is not acceptable, because who knows whether they are coerced or bribed.
If anyone violates this rule, they will all be exiled to the Great Wall.
"I heard Stannis was castrated," Greatjon muttered. "That guy doesn't sleep with his wife himself, but he tries to stop others from doing it."
He glanced into the city and left his final comment.
"Girls from the South are too thin; they look like they can't have children easily. I prefer girls with big hips."
The soldiers who had been pecked at by crows were left here, while the people of the North went home together.
Sea monsters continue to wreak havoc on the western coast of the North and the Riverlands. While coastal castles like Deepwood Keep and Seafront have not fallen, many villages along the coast have been burned.
Therefore, people in both places are eager to leave.
Joffrey didn't want to stay in the High Pavilion any longer.
The longer you stay, the more people will hate you.
So he left the cleanup to Eddard and traveled light to Casterly Rock.
"I guess I made the right bet!"
Theon Greyjoy held the letter from the south, a look of delight spreading across his face.
Renly has descended, and the Reach and Stormlands are settled.
He crumpled the letter into a ball, then unfolded it again, reading it over and over three times, a slow smile spreading across his face.
Theon was nominally an adopted son of House Stark, but in reality, he spent half his life as a hostage.
But he only understood after returning to Pike Town.
There, he was a true stranger.
Everyone thought he was a fool.
No, it's not.
They are the fools.
His uncle, his father, and his sister are all mentally challenged!
They spent their entire lives holed up on those few dilapidated islands, guarding a few longships, and never set foot on the so-called green lands they spoke of.
They had no idea how vast Westeros was or how powerful the Iron Throne was.
Robb sent out several ravens, but not a single longship came to meet him.
Theon waited in Seafront for three days before a merchant ship from Oldtown finally arrived. He bought a cabin and headed to the Iron Islands on his own.
Upon arriving at King's Port, not a single honor guard came to escort him.
Finally, it was Uncle Wet Hair Ellen who came to our door.
He even became a monk, someone Theon barely recognized.
"There are wars everywhere outside the island." He didn't bother with pleasantries and was eager to reveal his plans. "King Robert's two brothers are no match for a united lion and wolf."
"A new era is coming, and we must seize the opportunity to join the ranks of the Grand Dukes recognized by the seven kingdoms."
But his uncle ignored him, only concerned with his drowning god.
He made Theon kneel on the muddy ground, covering Theon's good trousers in mud and horse manure.
"The dead are not dead," he said, and poured a bucket of seawater over his head.
"The dead are not dead," Theon said.
"Uncle, my father is assembling longships on Pike Island. Where are they going to fight?"
Theon realized this and seized the opportunity to quickly offer his opinion.
"Your father has a plan," the uncle said. "I can't tell outsiders."
outsider!
"How could I, as his son, not know that my father was going to send troops?"
"My brothers are all dead! I am the heir to Pyke and the Iron Islands!"
"And your sister too," the uncle said.
Theon was shocked.
My uncle thought that after living in Winterfell for ten years, he had become a wolf cub and an outsider.
They are still living in the past.
That's just how old nobles are; they're unwilling to let go of old grudges until they die.
Theon fell silent and followed his uncle back to Pyke City.
His father did not come to greet him, but simply had him arranged to stay in a suite in Blood Castle.
Blood Fortress!
A thousand years ago, the son of a river king was chopped into pieces while he was asleep.
Gods, this violates the rights of the guests!
Moreover, in the Iron Islands, it was not uncommon for brothers to cross walls, but fortunately, Theon's brothers were all dead.
He changed into his best clothes to see his father.
The father huddled in front of the brazier, wearing a moldy sealskin robe, turning his head to look at himself up and down.
"This outfit was taught to you by Eddard Stark, so you could be his obedient daughter?"
Theon opened his mouth.
"What's that thing around your neck?"
His father then grabbed the gold chain he was wearing: "Was it bought with gold or iron?"
Since you can't rob in the North, and he can't buy it with the money Ed gave him, where else can he get it from?
Theon mumbled incoherently.
"It's gold—"
The father grabbed the gold chain and yanked it hard, nearly breaking his neck.
"The Starks really raised you to be a little wolf cub!"
"No!" Theon exclaimed.
"Ed is the jailer who imprisoned me; the blood of sea salt and steel still flows in my veins."
He took out the letter that he had finally managed to persuade Robb to agree to write.
"The royal fleet is destroyed." Theon forced himself to say what he had prepared. "The strongest navy in Westeros is our Iron Fleet."
"As long as we help the Iron Throne take Dragonstone and achieve crucial victories, we will definitely succeed."
The father threw the letter into the stove.
"Are you crazy?!"
The father slapped him across the face.
Theon's ears were ringing, and half of his face was burning with pain.
"Iron will only pay for iron; it won't kneel on the ground begging for a wolf's reward," the father's voice came from afar.
"I don't need anyone's charity; I will take it all myself."
Theon stood atop the tower of Winterfell, gazing at the gray earth outside.
His father was going to attack the North, but he didn't tell him and kept it a secret from him because he thought he was a wolf cub.
But he figured it out at that time.
Theon confessed the matter, and his father laughed and said that he was still somewhat useful.
But this is impossible.
When Eddard summoned his vassals, he deliberately left one-third of the troops in the castles near the coast for defense.
If he had informed Robb in time, he would have had even less chance of capturing any castle.
So Theon didn't tell anyone about it.
He spat downwards, just as he had spat towards the gray sea after returning to Bloodhold.
A small village can't be robbed of much. Ed has already won, so he'll definitely go after the Iron Islands to settle accounts.
He had met King Joffrey once before and asked Robb to intercede on his behalf.
When his father's head was on the tip of a gun, he would be the new Duke of the Iron Islands.
They called me a wolf cub.
Then I'll act like a wolf cub and show you.