Chapter 99 Return to Mingyue Mountain Range

"Welcome to the North, Sir." After listening to Ed Stark's introduction to Cole, Earl Mandalay greeted slightly.

Wyman Mandler, known as "Lord Eel", was so obese that he had to rely on a sedan chair to move around. He was the fattest man Cole had ever seen.

Count Wyman's appearance is quite kind.

"I am not unfamiliar with the North at all, Lord Mandalay." But he was very unfamiliar with White Harbor. Cole took a look at the port of White Harbor. It is divided into an inner harbor and an outer harbor and should be able to accommodate hundreds of people. battleship.

The fat piles on Mr. Weiman's face were squeezed together, and his eyes narrowed into slits. "I hope it left you with good memories. The North is too big. I have set foot in less than half of it, and I have a lot." I can’t ride a horse in my youth, and now some people call me ‘too fat to ride a grown-up’.”

"As the host, I shouldn't let the guests stand on the dock blowing the wind. Please move to my castle. I have already prepared a banquet."

Wiman saw the Duke's foot injury and gave up his sedan chair.

"It's great that you can come back, Lord Ed." At this moment, the Northern Territory is in great need of a master who can shake things up. The Northern Territory has been really troubled recently.

"Lord Wyman, do you know the situation in Winterfell?" Lady Catelyn asked the question she was most concerned about.

He sighed, "Please express your condolences, Master Bran and Master Rickon have already"

It is self-evident how devastating this news is to parents.

God damn Theon Greyjoy burned them alive.

Lady Catelyn fainted when she heard the news. Lord Eddard Stark looked very solemn, and Cole could see his trembling fists.

"Sir Wyman, do you remember your oath." Ed's voice trembled.

"Yes, Lord Eddard. I am loyal to your father and to you. The Manderlys will never forget the oath they swore before the gods."

"I order you to summon all the warriors at once. I am going to Winterfell."

Wyman could understand his pain, but he still advised him, "Ser Rodrik Kelso and Lord Clay Severn have led people to surround Winterfell. Lord Eddard, you can rest for a while. Go."

The remonstrance was useless. In the end, Weiman gathered a hundred people for them. He was unable to accompany them due to his health, so he could only send his knights to escort them.

"Sir, aren't you going with them?" Cole and he watched the Stark family heading north.

Cole shook his head, "I am only responsible for escorting them to White Harbor."

Although Lord Wyman is well-informed, many news from the south have not yet arrived, and he has only heard a little bit about Sir Julius.

"Lord Mandalay, may I have the honor to buy you a drink?" Cole turned to look at him.

"Of course, you are the Duke's guest. How dare I neglect you? Please follow me back to the castle. The banquet has been prepared."

Cole passed with him on horseback, and he was carried in a litter, held at the four corners by four servants.

"It seems that a lot of things have happened in the north recently. I wonder if Lord Mandalay has any news about the Night Watch?" he asked Mandalay.

Mandalay's thick neck squirmed slightly, "I never know much about the situation on the Great Wall."

"After the death of King Aegon V, the Wall became almost a deserted place. By the way, Lord Manderly, how many ships are there in your port?"

He didn't understand why Cole asked this, and casually said: "If you include merchant ships, there should be hundreds of them. I usually only understand when the financial officer reports taxes to me."

"I remember that the Mandalay family's ancestral home is in the Reach, right?"

"Yes, the Mandalay family once ruled the Mander River Valley for a generation."

Cole had some memories. It was the big river that the Bitter Bridge spanned. The Lamboon River next to Green Valley City also merged into the Mander River downstream, and then flowed together to the Westeros Sea.

"How many golden dragons do you think I would need if I wanted to hire all the ships in the port?" he asked again.

Lord Mandalay frowned slightly, "What do you want to do by hiring all the ships in the port?"

"This is a considerable expense, my lord."

"Thousands of golden dragons, I guess." He looked at the ships, "I wonder, Mr. Mandalay, are you willing to do the next favor?"

Wyman Manderly entertained Cole at his new castle, Mermaid Palace, and occupied the port, where his family was quite wealthy.

After spending the night repairing in the Mermaid Palace, Cole took the Myrs' ship across the Bite Bay the next day and stopped the ship on the shore of the valley.

"Mr. Captain, please wait here for a few days." Cole ordered the Myr people.

"Lord Marquis, I heard that the valley is not peaceful, so you should be careful."

Cole led the people towards the Mingyue Mountains.

After entering the Mingyue Mountains, he led people to hunt and barbecue, which was very enjoyable.

That day they camped under a rock, and mountain deer were roasting on the fire.

"Sir, that arrow during the day was a miracle. It hit the mountain deer's head with one arrow." They drank wine and talked, but they didn't know that the fire and smoke had attracted the attention of the aborigines.

Cole listened to them laughing and ate the venison in silence.

He suddenly stood up, "Quiet, guys. Our friends are here."

Looking at the forest, Cole said loudly: "Come out, there is no need to hide."

A group of more than a dozen Gaoshan clan members wearing rough linen clothes and with broken armor came out.

"Protect the Marquis." The guards drew their weapons one after another, as if they were ready.

But Cole came up to them and waved his hand to signal them to put down their weapons, "We are friends, it would be rude to draw your swords, put them away quickly."

The guards were a little surprised, but it was the Marquis' order, so they could only obey.

Cole turned around and faced the people of the Gaoshan clan, "Which tribe are you from?"

"We are the Black Ear Tribe, flatlanders, hand over your weapons and armor."

Cole drew out a sword and threw it to him, "Don't be nervous, warrior of the Black Ear Tribe, we can give you the sword, we have no ill intentions, I recognize your daughter Qila of Qike."

The Gaoshan man picked up the sword in a daze, and this sword was many times sharper than the broken iron knife in his hand.

"I'm Cole from the Painted Dog Tribe. I don't think we need to fight. Um, what's your father's last name?"

"I'm Daru, son of Baal."

"Okay, Daru, son of Baal. I want to ask you about the location of the Painted Dog Tribe or the Burning Man Tribe, and that sword is your reward."

"The words of the flatlanders are not to be trusted. You are not from the Painted Dog Tribe." The people of the Painted Dog Tribe and the Burning Man Tribe all have burn marks on their bodies.

Cole pointed to the armor of the guards beside him, "You can see that we are wearing heavy armor and sharp swords. You have no advantage in a fight."

"If you are willing to lead the way, how about I give you another set of armor?"

Daru fell into deep thought.