Chapter 265

"Anyway, I firmly oppose this stupid plan!" Brandon Asna turned his big, stubborn face like a bear's; if not for the helmet covering his shaggy brown‑yellow beard, one would think he was a stinky bear.

Whenever this happened, Will felt that amicably discussing matters with these northerners was utterly pointless; he felt like he'd been thrown into an arena to fight, where only the true winner deserves to take all the prize money—by proposing a plan that convinces everyone.

He could of course accept differing opinions, but it would be better if Brandon's words didn't contain the two words "stupid".

He dislikes stupid and hurtful remarks; of course, he dislikes being scolded even more. Fortunately, Credo died, leaving only the she-wolf as his superior…… The last time he was called an idiot was in Junlin, when the squad leader of the Rotten Mud Gate—a squad leader actually dared to shout at him, Lord Will—he simply took off his gold robe and beat that idiot severely, then fled; he swore that if he hadn't seen a woman win the martial arts championship, he could certainly endure more insults.

What was the name of that squad leader he beat? It feels like something from a thousand years ago.

Actually, he dislikes even more the way the she-wolf solicits opinions from simple‑minded people, which is just a waste of time; that woman always enjoys it, as if she truly believed they could come up with brilliant ideas.

If it were Lord Will, he would have long ago used that sword capable of felling anyone to issue orders directly; she sought so many opinions, but how many did she actually listen to? They wanted her to go south to join Robb Stark's battle, yet she acted like an obedient little widow, meekly staying in Winterfell; they wanted her to take advantage of Bolton's return to the north to swiftly clear the lands west of the river, but she insisted on going south; they wanted her to wear the crown Robb once wore, but she hemmed and hawed…… Yet he would never ever say these words out loud.

The name component Shugan is covered by the title Sir Shugan; we do not need a separate entry for Shugan alone because the glossary entry for the person Sir Shugan already includes both name and title.

This really is a messed‑up world compared to bloodlines, but when everyone's differences are similar, one still has to compare a bit of seniority and the monarch's trust. He believes in himself; besides the experience he gained adventuring the world with the she‑wolf, he has also earned special trust.

The term Bōlóng juéshì translates to Sir Bolong.

The she‑wolf explicitly appointed him to lead this cavalry unit to act freely, not anyone else; as long as they acknowledge that, it's enough. Moreover, this is the North—letting a southerner be chief in the North naturally means that southerner must have extraordinary ability, right? He truly hopes these savage horsemen can, like him, fully grasp the she‑wolf's thoughts and recognize this unique point.

"Whether it's stupid or not, anyway I've decided." Will threw his glove onto Roga's table, as if challenging the map, "We can't now build a giant wooden horse to give to Viscount Snow of Windsong, but we can make a pile of pork, beef, or mutton and have the butcher deliver it to the Snow Hall; anyway, if he opens the gate, the castle is ours. Roga already said the Snow Hall has no barbican; those left in the castle are only the old, weak, sick, and disabled. Give up this chance, and the she‑wolf will have us flayed!"

"Only if we fail will we be flayed." George Sven grinned sideways; Will couldn't tell whether he approved or objected.

"Anyway, I don't want to be flayed by a woman." Will said to the squad officers, "Now I'm calling for volunteers; preferably those who usually claim to be superb swordsmen, and……"

"Haha, count me in." Willis Qiao laughed, "Never mind those who usually claim to be experts; this is real knife work—admitting you can't do it benefits everyone! Anyway, let me lie on the cart with the pork."

The term Láng nǚ translates to Wolf Girl.

"Someone your size would do better posing as a groom or butcher and riding in the cart; likely a cart could only hold you alone." Will turned his head to the roomful of officers, "Three‑horse wagons—this is the maximum amount Roga can transport supplies; I want at least three warriors hidden on each wagon. Your builds are not small—well, except Sir Shugan—I hope you can help me pick nine heroes before dinner."

The term Sī nuò wén wēn dé sāng zǐ zhào translates to Viscount Snowden Windsong.

"You can pull the cart for me." Roderick Shugan flashed a teasing smile, a dagger twirling nimbly in his hand.

The term zǐ zhào translates to Viscount.

Note that we already have Sir Bolong and Sir Shugan which include juéshì, but we still need to list the rank term itself; the glossary asks for official and sect ranks/titles, so we should include juéshì and zǐ zhào as separate entries.

Now places:

The term Fēng xuě tīng translates to Hall of Wind and Snow.

"When you meet the Snow Hall guards, you'd better not say, 'Oh, our cart is full of monkeys.' Damn it, I'm not like you Iban people; I don't have that much hair."

The term Lín dōng chéng translates to Winterfell.

The term Hé xī translates to West of the River.

"Those fit to hide in the cart are the she‑wolf's personal guards; damn it, the she‑wolf herself would be best, but they're not here, so we have to rely on ourselves." Sir Bolun added in a calm voice, cutting off the petty argument between the small and the big. "Compared to lying beside dead pork, I'd rather ride on horseback."

"Anyway, we can find suitable people; that's not the hardest part. The hardest part is how we'll deal with the Snow Hall guards." Brandon Ridell leaned against the wall, askew, "Even if the she‑wolf comes, if the soldiers shut the gate she'll be shot full of arrows like a porcupine. Moreover, the Windsong folks aren't stupid; seeing this strange long‑haired groom," he pointed at Willis Qiao, "if they still think this person is just delivering meat, that's truly stupid—especially since we've been spreading word all along that Bolton's defeat has spread throughout River East—how could they still easily open the gate for strangers?"

The term Luó jiā zhuāng yuán translates to Roga Manor.

The term Dōng dà lù translates to Eastern Continent.

The term Sēn lín shì zú rén translates to Forest Clan.

"His wife will sleep with him." Wei Er pressed, dissatisfied, "And as long as there is gold, you can always exchange it for willing 'butchers'."

"Another certain Pet?"

"A certain Pet's son." When everyone else was still at a loss, he had already solved the most difficult part himself; he believed this was his value of existence, and also the reason the she-wolf could entrust him with the heavy responsibility. Ha, this bunch of idiots may never understand what important figures need them to do, "He doesn't want to be like his father, dealing with smelly pigs and pork all day, so he wants to join my troop..."

"He came looking for you?"

"Most butcher lackeys don't have this courage, so you need to encourage the right person. And coincidentally, this butcher lackey's demands are low: a sword, a shield, a servant's status; of course his meaning is that he hopes to become a knight someday." If the she-wolf can make so many people into knights, he can too. "And these, I can all provide." He laughed, "So I promised him, and he promised me."

"Putting hope on a young butcher lad? Expecting the guards of Wind Snow Hall to see the butcher's son and obediently open the door?" Branden Ridel leaned against the wall corner and laughed, "Inexperienced youths are unreliable; my father said, only after shooting two deer and ten wild boars can one become a qualified hunter."

If the young person is no good, why would he follow the she-wolf?

"My father, however, said, listening to young people talk big principles makes his asshole hurt," Wei Er and the nearby officers burst out laughing, watching the young man before them slowly straighten his body, face flushed with embarrassment; he promptly turned his body, pretending not to have seen, "This butcher lackey's mother is a laundress at Wind Snow Hall, and Luo Jia Swift will also send an old man familiar to the guards—this old man is a mute; you don't need to cut out his tongue, nor worry about him reminding the guards to close the door—uh, I hope the guards will be a bit more humane, willing to open the door for the son of an acquaintance and an old acquaintance." He looked around with a smile full of satisfaction, feeling he far surpassed these people, "Besides, to make Wind Snow Hall more willing to open the city gate, hey, we'll have part of our people pose as bandits, killing all the good people who send fat pigs to Wind Snow Hall; Luo Jia told me, besides their manor, there should be three more places with similar obligations..." Wei Er looked at the smiling, silent Bolong Jueshi, "This task, Sir, you are the most suitable for it!"

"Killing work is most suitable for mercenaries." Bolong Jueshi shrugged.

"Oh, then I found the right person?"

"Since passion has rested on my shoulder, I've come to see myself as an honorable knight or gentleman, but at least the time hasn't been long, I still haven't forgotten what it feels like to be a mercenary."

Wei Er smiled and nodded.

"What I need to remind you is, Sir, you will have to kill many people, but you can't kill them all—someone must run to Wind Snow Hall to report, after all; if the bandits can lure some of their guards out and then take them down, that's best. As long as we strike a few times, making them unable to get good things, the meat our Luo Jia Manor sends over will be most welcome, and they'll also be more willing to open the city gate—haha, having a few more unfamiliar faces guarding the pork so it isn't snatched by bandits is also more normal, right?"

Finally, there were no more objections.