Chapter 266: Wise Man Will

After the "bandits" were sent out for less than half a day, he received a reply from Sir Bronn.

He took the cavalry unit, leaving enough cavalry to guard the farmhouse—this was to prevent Rogas Swift from reporting to Wind Snow Hall—and went along the undulating long hills and the edge of the harvested wheat fields.

If it weren't for the occasional stench of dead rats, he felt he would like the air of the North, cold and fresh. If there were no cavalry around him, this feeling would be deeper. They were all sweaty, and Will felt he was no different.

Wanting to take a bath on the battlefield was simply a dream, and it was even more impossible during the march. What's more, this was the North, and reckless wild bathing was very likely to make people die of wind-cold that night.

It wasn't Winterfell everywhere, nor were there hot springs everywhere, nor was every lord willing to share hot springs with soldiers.

Damn, she was good, but she never bathed with them, except once, only that once...

He felt itchy everywhere, but the ointment for knights to drive away insects had long been used up, and northerners also despised this stuff. Fluffy hair and big beards were most loved by them. "Winter will teach you, kid!" This was the education they often hung on their lips. However, he didn't see any real winter in the North.

A few small snows melted, and the cold he felt was nothing more than that, and even the warhorse under his crotch didn't feel anything different. He didn't like the long-haired horses common in the North. Their endurance was undoubtedly better, but the sturdy southern warhorses were suitable for charging knights...

In fact, the wheat stalks left in the wheat fields could best explain the problem.

A hot sun after a snow and a continuous heavy rain made these wheat stalks sprout tender buds again. Compared to the slow ravens in the Citadel of the South, these things were obviously the most qualified to tell people what season it was during this period.

The resentment accumulated by the old heaven through more than ten years of summer was like a bloated sheepskin, which was poked a big hole by a naughty doll. Now the old grandfather could only hold his calloused old hands, sewing stitch by stitch, and then blow it up again, so that it would eventually burst in everyone's shock.

Looking at the stupid appearance of the old heaven, sometimes snow, sometimes rain, and sometimes sunny, it had better learn how to sew sheepskin first.

"The 'bandits' chose a base that was too hidden." He bypassed two old forests and three rivers with the cavalry before seeing them in the depths of a valley entrance.

Two corpses lay on the ground at will, one lost half of its head, and the other had a big hole in its chest and lost an arm at the same time. He rode past, confirming that it was not his cavalry.

Further inside, they saw two hanged ghosts on the arms extended by a bent oak tree. One of them had a flayed man emblem on his leather armor, and the other was worn out, looking like a bear and a woman, but no matter which one it was, he didn't know which surname it belonged to.

"Damn, what kind of farm has so many bastards sending meat?" The one speaking was "Stupid" Brandon Asna.

Will dismounted. However, his eyes swept over a sentinel tree on the side, and he found another row of corpses hanging. They were wearing all kinds of tattered leather armor, and some weapons Will didn't like, mainly greasy and bloody broken swords and broken swords, were piled on one side.

Sir Bronn walked out of a simple tent with his back straight and his head held high, obviously feeling that this was a stupid question and didn't want to answer at all.

"Are these people from the Nacho family or the Gecin family?" Will expressed doubt about all the answers. Gecin was a knight family and would never have so many emblems. Nacho was too far away, so they wouldn't run around here to be killed by mercenaries.

He was most concerned about whether this mercenary had completed the task.

He didn't want to stay in Rogas's manor for a day. Eating the master's bread and then killing them was a great crime. Will didn't know what crime it would be to eat the master's bread and then fuck the master's wife. He felt that Mrs. Swift was seducing him, but as long as he moved his hands and feet, she would shout loudly, so that they would have no reason to stay in the farmhouse... But no matter what, as long as the Wolf Girl knew, his castle would be finished. The style of the Stark family was not much different from that damn Stannis.

He was still carrying a wanted order from the Iron Throne signed by Stannis, just for a small matter of beating his superior!

"Maybe there are Gecin, maybe there are Nacho, but who the hell cares what their names are, anyway they are all dead."

"In my order, there was one, don't kill them all, at least send one back to Wind Snow Hall to report the news." Will looked at the mercenary with a smile.

"If you say this, I didn't do it wrong. Look, this one is still alive," he pointed to a soldier hanging beside the corpse, "This one said he is a knight, and can give ransom. Damn, since I am a knight, I naturally have the obligation to treat a knight's self-redemption request seriously, right?"

This knight was tied to a tree. Will didn't see him when he dismounted. At this time, he was full of dirty blood, disheveled hair, covered in mud, and a piece of skin on his face was scraped off. Even if he asked for self-redemption, this request was not said in time.

Will drew his sword.

"This is troublesome." Will was a little angry at this mercenary, "I asked for someone alive to go back to the castle to open the door and suppress the bandits, not to let someone go back to the castle to let the master be careful. He knows too much, he can't live!"

Hearing this, the knight's eyes were full of disbelief, and also carried three points of resentment.

"Hey, good captain, Sir Will, Lord Will," the mercenary laughed casually, looking extremely proud, "I didn't say they were sending meat to Wind Snow Hall."

"What are you sending?" Will turned his head and asked the embarrassed knight with a smile, "Could it be that you are also sending mercy to the Wind Snow Hall lord?"

"He is sending mercy to the civilians. This is a group of real bandits." The mercenary laughed and said, "This is great. Before us, this group of bandits had already been looting everywhere. No wonder Rogas was so enthusiastic about us. If you ask me, Wind Snow Hall should be starving, at least greedy, right?" He kicked the bandit knight, "Tell Lord Will quickly, how much pork of Viscount Windersand did you loot? How many Nachin and Gecio who sent vegetables did you kill?"

After some intermittent narration, Will finally understood the situation and couldn't help but sigh.

This group of bandits was complex in composition, not only including real rogue bandits, but also cavalry from the vassal families under the Karstark family who were broken by the Lannisters, wildlings from outside the Wall, exiles from Skagos, and even several bankrupts from Braavos. So many scum gathered in this small territory of Bolton, and he didn't know what other places in the Riverlands were like.

What surprised Will even more was that they also slaughtered the Wind Snow Hall's master-at-arms and captured a daughter of the Wind Snow Hall Viscount who went out riding...

"You said you are a knight?" Will asked the bandit, testing the feel, and carefully inserted the sword into his chest, "Who knighted you?"

Just as he was about to say a name, Will had already inserted the sword into his heart. "Shh..." Will opened his mouth slightly, feeling his divine light slowly disappear from his eyes, watching the shock, pain, and surprise expressions slowly fade from his face.

"Sir Bronn, you are really not honest. Where did you hide that girl? She didn't die, right?" Sir Bronn laughed loudly.

"I knew you would come, and you would definitely say some things that are not suitable for girls to hear, so I threw her far away. As long as she didn't bite off her tongue herself, she probably didn't die." Sir Bronn laughed loudly.

"You didn't fuck her, right?"

"Lord, you came too timely, I didn't have time to take off my pants!"

"That's good." Will felt a little regretful. If Bronn had really done it, it would naturally be better, "With this girl, our plan can be changed!"

Sir Bronn smiled playfully and waited for him to continue.

"If we really take Wind Snow Hall, I will naturally record a great achievement for you, Sir Bronn!" Will felt more confident.

"But it must not be as big as yours." Sir Bronn spread his hands, "Who let you be the officer?"

"I will naturally tell the Wolf Girl everything!" Will laughed and hugged the mercenary. The mercenary was not only a little shorter than him, but also thinner, but Will knew the huge power contained in this body when he touched his shoulder. "Of course, you can also tell the Wolf Girl yourself."

"The Wolf Girl likes you more, Lord. If you say it, I will definitely get more credit?" The mercenary laughed loudly, "However, Wind Snow Hall hasn't been taken yet, it's too early to share the credit!"

"Not bad!" Will let go of him, and a plan immediately floated in his mind and was immediately perfected. He was so excited that he wanted to clap his hands. He felt more confident, "Now there is one last play missing."

"What play?"

"Not talking about the play yet, the head of the master-at-arms of Wind Snow Hall, you didn't throw it away, right?"

"No one will grab that thing, we will find it."

"Very good!" Will shook his hands and licked his lips, "With the head of the master-at-arms and the daughter of the Wind Snow Hall Viscount, we can openly raise Bolton's flag and send them back to Wind Snow Hall."

"The heroes hidden in the meat pile will be disappointed!"

"That idea is not used! Damn, hiding in a wooden horse and then sending the wooden horse into the city is a bit romantic—this is the strategy the Wolf Girl used against the arrogant Tororo—sending pork is too stupid, I doubt singers are willing to sing this kind of song with a greasy smell—but sending the lord's virgin back to the city is different, and it doesn't need the butcher's wife to help. The city lord will personally order the gate to be opened, hehe, I, Lord Will, want to be invited into the city with my head held high." Will felt that his face was already smiling like a flower.

"Whether that girl is still a virgin or not, I don't know, but I know she already knows I'm not an elegant knight who will send a virgin back."

"You are a 'bandit'!" Will laughed loudly, "Didn't I say, we are still missing the last play!"

"What play?"

"Now I can say it! Since you want to play a bandit, then I naturally have to play a good 'knight'—I plan to raise Bolton's flag, defeat your group of bandits, and then rescue the princess occupied by the evil dragon, and then, send her back to the city. Do you think this idea is good, or is drilling into pork better?"

"Damn, I think playing a knight is good. That woman will offer her chastity to you on the road, if she still has it." Sir Bronn was indignant, but from his eyes, Will could tell that he highly recognized this idea.

"I don't want her chastity, I only want her old man's castle."

"Really cruel, not only to cheat her chastity, but also to cheat the castle... Lord Will, when others are acting, I will suggest them to put on makeup first," Will could hear his loneliness, "but for you, I suggest you go take a bath first. You are so smelly, don't ruin the play because of this."

Will laughed and mounted his horse.

"When I take a bath, I will let the cavalry know that they are going to change their door to Bolton again!"

"Then I will also tell the soldiers, when they see 'Bolton's' soldiers later, they must be defeated without hesitation, and their screams must be louder." ===== CHAPTER 267 =====