He stared at the bloody heads wrapped in linen in front of him, and then looked at the Count of the Horror Fort in front of him, who looked sincere and without regret.

Charles didn't know what to say.

"If you are still unhappy," Luce Borton looked at Charles with his pale white eyes and said softly: "Rams' mother is still alive. As long as I return to the territory, I can capture her and offer you."

"No need..." Charles twitched his eyes, feeling that all this completely refreshed his views.

After the Earl of the Horror Fort came to Winterfell with Duke Stark, he was not angry at the experience of his illegitimate son. Instead, after learning the details, he decisively cut off his head and sent it to Charles himself.

What is the reason?

"This cruel little thing will offend the adults, so it would be too offensive to let him live." Earl Burton calmly commented on his actions.

Then he saw that Charles' expression was different, and he explained a few more words.

"Rams is cruel by nature. I have long suspected that he poisoned his brother with his own hands. I believe that when my wife and my wife's legitimate son are born, he will definitely attack again without hesitation."

"But I guess I won't live to be a legitimate son, and the throne of the Count of the Horror Fort would never be handed over to a child who didn't know anything, so I used to tolerate him a lot." Luce Bolton said, looking at Charles with a passionate look on his face

"Your appearance has given me new hope."

Shahr muttered.

He really wants to say that you are too perverted and I don’t want to talk to you?

Or the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment?

However, in the end he only said one sentence, "I wish your legitimate son a successful birth."

"Thank you for your blessings, sir." Borton stood up and saluted at Charles: "I heard that you are about to go north to the Great Wall. I am going to dedicate the 500 private soldiers of the Borton family to you. Of course, all expenses will still be under the responsibility of the Horror Fort, you can use it with confidence."

Shire suddenly couldn't react when he heard this, but Bolton did not stop

"In my letter, my wife advised me to convert to the Seven Gods. I thought it carefully and thought what she said was very reasonable. The Borden family was shrouded in the old gods. I believe that it will improve after turning to the new gods."

"This is very good." Shire nodded subconsciously, and then heard Bodon say again: "If I turn around, I will cut off the heart tree or burn it?"

"You'd better keep it." Thinking of the three-eyed crow, Shahrgan coughed and said, "The gods don't care about such small problems."

"As long as you tell me," Luce Bolton replied.

Next, there were another polite words. Although Charle didn't want to pay much attention to this person, he was not able to drive him out directly under the series of "sugar-coated shells".

He even said that he felt that no one could do better than Bolton.

He sent his own son's head with his own hands and sent him five hundred troops for his power to drive him. He did not need to worry about food and grass, and he did not hesitate to send a letter to the Seven Gods...

If Charles refused, he would be embarrassed to say that this series of sugar-coated shells would be rejected. If he didn't refuse, he would always think that this guy was too perverted.

But then I thought about it, what does his pervert have to do with him?

So he accepted all this calmly.

...

"If you want, Horror Fort welcomes you at any time." After saying this, Lusbord said goodbye and left.

Watching his departure back, Charles sighed secretly.

Compared to this person, Stark was much hesitant.

Shire had informed him of some of the things he knew, but the other party still did not make a decision immediately.

Mainly, winter is approaching, but the north is now without time to harvest agricultural products due to war.

In fact, the forces that form the northern army are basically composed of farmers. When needed, they can wear clothes and fight for their respective lords. In their spare time, they are completely different from ordinary farmers.

So after finally finishing the battle, you can’t start the next battle without stopping, right? If you really want to do this, what will they eat soon in winter?

Of course, it is necessary to send troops, but the number of troops still needs to be temporarily discussed.

The northern lords are discussing this time.

No one was skeptical of Charles' words. At this moment, no one regarded Charles as a simple wizard.

It was because of this that Bodon asked to send troops to him, but this was different from normal dispatch. This part was an additional gift, belonging to the regular private army of the Bundon family, and was specially used for protection. It was thoughtful.

However, if you want to choose, Shire thinks Stark is more reassuring. He still has to consider whether there is a fraud when using the private soldiers of the Borton family.

He doesn't need to think so much about Stark.

Most of the lords' teams need to be reorganized and planned, but a small number can still be squeezed out. So with the running-in of the lords of all parties, a team of thousands of people has already gathered in the winter escape town outside Winterfell, waiting for the logistics to be replenished and then heading north to the Great Wall.

All things are in trouble, and Duke Ed needs to be in Winterfell at this moment, so the trip was led by his heir, Robb.

Charles also planned to follow this team north. Although life in Winterfell is comfortable and leisurely, his strength has fallen into a bottleneck, and he will only waste time if he stays here.

However, judging from the stay time, he seemed to have to leave if the team could not really set off.

Thinking of this, he didn't feel any regrets. Anyway, time will stop here after he leaves, so many things have no effect at all.

However, just as Charles time was about to run out, a loud prayer suddenly appeared in his ears.

...

Golden flames flashed, and suddenly a white bedroom was turned into.

The bedroom seems to be newly sorted, and it looks very empty, with white walls on all four sides. Its structure is very different from that of Westeros and is full of exotic style.

Charles looked down and saw that the bald girl he was kneeling at the carpet at his feet was the one he guessed that she looked much better.

"The hair has grown too." He sighed secretly. The girl in front of him was sensitively aware of a "person" coming, so she immediately raised her head.

After seeing Charle's golden light flashing figure, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, as if she had just been full of uncertainty about whether she could call out the "god" again.

So she said happily: "Thank you for your response, Daenerys Targaryen greets you."

"You can get up and talk." Charles smiled at him like a charlatan.

He has encountered many such scenes in the past. When responding to prayers, sometimes believers will find the arrival of "gods", and most of them will react.

The person in front of me is probably not a devout believer, and may not even believe in the Seven Gods, but no matter who he is, he will not be too presumptuous when he sees the "god".

So Charles is quite experienced.

"If you wish." The girl nodded, stood up from under the carpet, and saw Charles' expressions kind, she couldn't help saying: "They said there are ghosts in this deserted city."

It seems that this question has been in my heart for a long time, and the first thing I said was to ask this.

"Believe me, dead people are more harmless than living people." Shire replied.

In a spiritual state, his voice should have been weak or even silent, which is no different from the kind of resentful spirit he encountered in the past to talk to himself, but it may be because of the Seven Gods' Seal, so he is obviously very different from the resentful spirit.

Not only can it make sounds, but it also has ethereal, solemn and full of majesty.

With his holy temperament, anyone who looks at him will subconsciously think that the gods will come, and will not doubt others.

Last time she was in the scorching sun wasteland, the girl did not fully see the appearance of the "god". At this time, she looked carefully and found that this person seemed to be no different from a human.

If you don’t consider the golden light on his hazy body and the seven-pointed star mark on his forehead.

"Are you the Seven God?" she asked carefully.

The seven gods are named Seven, which are actually seven manifestations of a god, so seeing only one at the moment does not surprise her.

"I am not the Seven Gods, but the Seven Gods are me."

Hearing this, the girl was very excited. A "living" god appeared and spoke to a mortal, which was simply a dream thing.

However, under Shire's quiet gaze, she quickly calmed down not long after. After all, there were speculations before, and now it's just a confirmation.

So she thought about it and she whispered: "I want to ask you to guide the believer Daenerys out of this red wasteland. We have been wandering here for a long time, but we can never find a way out."

She directly called herself a believer, but Charles did not forget how she prayed last time...

However, he ignored such small things and instead pondered on the other party's problems.

He didn't know where the girl was at this time, and he couldn't guide him. However, being unable to answer did not mean that he could not respond, so he raised the scepter in his hand and gently touched the other party's forehead.

A flash of light, and then the other party nodded clearly.

"Persevere in your own ideas? That's right, I should stick to it..."

"If we could go out, what would be waiting for us?" the girl asked again.

Charles was also unable to answer, so he had to wave his scepter again with a calm look on his face.

"Trial and growth?" The girl bit her lip lightly, feeling nervous about the result.

After that, the third one, the fourth one...

Every time the girl had a problem, Charles would raise her scepter and gently touch her smooth forehead, so the girl's face was depressed, excited, clear, and sad.

Finally, she gritted her teeth and said, "You are right! Comfort only satisfy the status quo. Daenerys, who was born in the storm, would rather suffocate in the storm than drown in the Dead Sea!"

What did I say?

Charles was full of ignorance about her words. However, he knew some of the functions of the scepter but did not react extra, but just smiled.

Then he looked down at himself. Seeing that there was not much time left in residence, he stroked his forehead under the regretful gaze of the girl and said, "The light of the seven gods will always cover you, Daenerys born in the storm."

After saying this, he saw the golden flames ignited all over his body, and in the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared here with it.

Seeing that He was leaving, the girl sighed quietly, then turned to look at the pure white city outside the house, excited in her heart, and subconsciously clenched her fists.

He couldn't help but smile, "With my dragon and the seven gods are blessed, Westeros is destined to be mine!"

"Carrihee, I heard someone speak?"

A puzzled inquiry suddenly came from outside the door.

"No, Sir Jora, you heard it wrong!" the girl responded quickly.
Chapter completed!