When Lin En returns to the other courtyard in King's Landing City, the last war in the north is about to begin.

Old Town Harbor.

Onion Knight Davos Seaworth was surprised to see Stannis Baratheon appearing in armor and leading the guards: "Your Majesty, didn't you ask me to lead the fleet to sea to find reinforcements? Why did you come in person?"

Stannis' expression was extremely gloomy and embarrassed, and he couldn't squeeze out a good look when facing this old minister.

"Davers, that bitch Melisandra betrayed me and the King of Light. She made a fuss in the north that I am not the warrior chosen by the King of Light. Now I dare to speak out, you are the only one who is loyal. Now I am going to formally appoint you as the king's hand. My Prime Minister, let's lead the fleet out of the northern border. The Gripen Order on the East Coast of Widow has arrived at the east gate of the old city and has formed a siege attack on the old city with the Baigang advance team in the north."

"I? The King's Hand? But I am a low-born person and it is difficult to convince the public..." Davos was frightened and trepidated. "And my Majesty, please calm down. Our army in the old city has thousands, and they cannot break through here for the time being. I will find reinforcements so that the people in the north can see your Majesty's true strength."

Stannis said coldly: "Davers, Lynn, that guy wants to go to me and die. Although I don't know why he hates me so much, I have a premonition that if we don't leave the North again, we may really not have the chance to leave.

Don't talk, Davos, now I will formally appoint you as the king's hand. If you are willing to bring justice to the continent of Westeros, please kneel down, Sir Davos."

"Your Majesty?" Davos had never seen Stannis so panicked. Was it because the witch Melisandra abandoned the king that made him so uneasy?

What a damn King of Light, a damn witch. If the king could have advised him not to believe that bullshit belief, things might not have been so serious.

Davos thought so, but he still knelt down seriously. He was sure that he was really the only loyal minister who could work hard for Stannis.

Now that the king needs him to take on more responsibilities, he has no choice but to do so.

Davos knelt down, and Stannis took a dark long sword from Queen Salis Florent with a hollow eyes and placed it on the shoulder of the Onion Knight. The Onion Knight was lucky to see this sword once. It was the King's Sword held by Melisandre for Stannis. At that time, the long sword was emitting a red light like flames, but now it is as dim as a piece of scrap iron.

"Dafoss, I once convicted you of salted fish and onions, and made you engraved the prisoner's mark of a smuggler, and also because of salted fish and onions, I made you a peddler. Now, I promote you to lord, a true nobleman."

"I'm very satisfied to be a knight, Your Majesty..."

"Continue listening, Davos, things are urgent." Stannis's voice was unwarming.

"Sir Davos of the Seaworth family, now I ask you, are you willing to be loyal to me from today to forever?"

"Yes, your Majesty."

"Are you willing to swear to serve me throughout your life, and give me honest advice and absolute obedience?"

"Yes, your Majesty."

"Are you willing to protect my rights and my country, regardless of the future, always fight alongside me, benefit my people and punish my enemies?"

"I do, your majesty." The Onion Knight agreed one by one, but sighed in his heart, "My dear king, you have no one in your people now."

"Then, get up, Davos Seaworth, you are now the hands of my king and commander of the Narrow Sea Fleet."

Davos stood up, his face slightly red.

But he didn't have time to think about it. Stannis had led the guards past him and ordered: "Now Prime Minister Davos Seaworth, use your familiarity with the ocean and lead our Narrow Sea Fleet out of the North."

The Onion Knight realized that the King's Narrow Sea Fleet should be the only remaining fifty Dragon Stone Island warships parked at the port of the Old Town. These warships that retreated from the Blackwater Bay became the king's only remaining assets.

Looking at Stannis's back as he hurried towards the port of the old town, the Onion Knight was full of doubts.

As far as he knew, there was no navy in the north that could be taken advantage of. Even if it was abandoned by the damn priestess of the King of Light, there was no need for the king to panic like this.

However, the king's orders must not be followed.

He ordered his servants around him to give the Stannis army an order to prepare the Dragonstone Fleet to set sail.

He had just turned around and was discovering the Count Rock who was coming in a hurry. He was sitting in a carriage with a guard. At this moment, the old Rock, who was poking his head out, asked the Onion Knight.

"Dafoss, what's wrong with your king? We promised to fight side by side, why did he pack up his things and prepare to leave?"

The Onion Knight said in surprise: "Sir, did your Majesty say hello to you?"

"What are you talking nonsense?" A young man riding a horse beside Earl Rock cursed angrily. Davos recognized this man, a descendant of a family who was highly valued by Earl Rock. He shouted loudly, "Sir Smuggler, I need you and your men to obey my command. Because you are besieged in the old city, now you are going to abandon us and open the door!"

The Onion Knight's eyebrows were locked like a cloud of sorrow, but he knew which side he was on, and said lightly: "What? The king has the right to do anything. Do you want to stop it? Besides, I am going to look for reinforcements, but I am not leaving."

"Do you think what you said is credible? There are only two thousand besieged troops outside the city. Our two legions together have three thousand soldiers. What are you afraid of?"

At this time, Davos could only ignore him, turn his head to the old Earl Rock, who was anxious and confused, and said, "Sir, please believe me, we will not abandon the rare and precious ally of the Rock family in the old city. If the king has other plans, the fleet will immediately return to fight side by side with the Rock family after the fleet sends the king to the destination."

Old Count Rock looked at the King's Sword in Davos's hand and said in a deep voice: "Are you the King's Hand now?"

"Yes." Davos said calmly, "I am now making a promise to you as the Prime Minister of King Stannis."

"Sir Davos, you know that I have high hopes for the Stannis and the Baratheon family. If you break the oath of your allies and plan to escape, you will lose the trust of all the nobles in Westeros. Do you know what I mean?"

Davos sighed in his heart and bowed, "The King of the Locke family will not forget, nor will Davos."

Oulu Locke, the elderly count of the old city, received the verbal agreement of the Onion Knight, a hint of vitality regained its old face, and a glimmer of hope in his dark eyes.

He sat in the carriage, wrapped the cotton cloth tightly on his body, waved his hand at the Onion Knight, and said nothing, ordering the escorted cavalry to pull the carriage back the same way.

Onion Knight Davos Seaworth was struggling with his lies for a long time until the carriage of the Rock family disappeared on the road and finally turned into a sad sigh.
Chapter completed!