Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 30 Crows and Dangerous Buildings

Maester Luwin sat upright. He always wore gray clothes, and his sleeves always hid children's favorite toys and desserts, as well as the books and letters that maesters often carry.It's hard to imagine how he moves his hands.

He sat quietly on the chair, his desk filled with letters from lords and nobles from all over the world and books from the library.

And the Duke of Winterfell, Eddard, whom he served, was sitting on his bed, his brows furrowed, immersed in deep worry and suspicion.

"With all due respect, sir." Luwin said after seeing Eddard not speaking for a long time.

Ed raised his head and looked at him for help.

Luwin swallowed, "This letter, from Lady Lysa, is hard to believe."

Ed stretched his brows and asked, "Tell me about it, maester."

"Motive, sir. As a bachelor, it is my duty to be familiar with history. In my opinion, the eldest son is the least likely to kill his father, especially..." Luwin hesitated, and he looked at Ed. s eyes.

"Let's be frank, Maester Luwin. Ever since the southerners came, I have been deeply tired of lies and flattery. Let's be frank, we are still in the north." Eddard rubbed his temples and said helplessly.

Luwin sat upright and said bluntly: "Especially for an old and frail old Duke like the former Prime Minister, the eldest son and heir are even less likely to take action. Moreover, the father-son relationship between the Prime Minister and Master Attis is known to all seven countries. "

Ed frowned. The running wolf in the north didn't like this kind of calculation without regard for honor, but he agreed with Luwin's last sentence. Jon had a son at an old age, and he put a lot of effort and affection into Attis.

"As for Lady Lysa's letter," Maester Luwin took a deep breath, "I have a very bad guess, sir."

No matter how slow Ed was, he could roughly guess what Luwin wanted to say, "Say, maester." His face remained gloomy.

"I suspect it's Lady Lysa. She wants to frame Master Attis. After all, she has a young son, Robert Arryn. We have seen this kind of motivation many times in history, as is the second son." Luwin looked at it. Looking at Ed, he suddenly remembered something and said hurriedly: "Sorry, sir, I mean there are many in history."

"Don't be nervous, Luwin. I appreciate your outspokenness." Eddard himself was the second son, and he knew what Maester Luwin was afraid of.

"That's all I can say. If the master is still hesitant, it is better to confront Attis directly and see his reaction then." After Luwin said, he left and went to the library.

"Face to face." Ed frowned. He remembered the family motto of the Arryn family, "High as glory." Ed said softly.

"I don't believe anyone in the Arryn family would do something so contrary to their honor." Ed made up his mind and turned around to leave the bachelor's room. Running Wolf never did those twists and turns. He didn't want to interact with his adoptive father's eldest son. There is this layer of resentment between them.

The decaying ancient city of Winterfell is intricate and complex, like a vast maze. In many older places, entering the halls is like walking into an upside-down world. The walls are tilted and cracked, and ancient murals are carved on the walls, which is particularly mysterious.

The king's hunting team had set out as early as dawn and might not return until evening. King Robert shouted that he would add a wild boar dinner to today's dinner, and rode off in preparation.As for Bran, he stayed at home bored and watched the hunting team leave.

Fortunately, Ser Attis has not left. He defeated his eldest brother Robb with a blunt sword in the school yard a week ago, so Robb is always with Attis recently. Even when the king goes hunting, he is still with Attis. Practice swordsmanship.

Bran liked to watch them wielding their swords. He imagined going to the south and to King's Landing in the future. He would be the Kingsguard beside the king, wearing white clothes and white armor, guarding the king's left and right, and killing invading enemies.Fantasy is always exciting, but soon he became bored and slipped out of the school grounds quietly, avoiding Arya's eyes, and ran freely to the castle that belonged to him.

The bonfire in the school grounds was burning, and the guards of Winterfell were roasting rabbit meat on it. The aroma filled the entire school grounds.An Gai looked at the rabbit meat with greed, and even forgot to hand Attis a towel to wipe his sweat.

Robb waved his sword, trying to find the gaps and openings where Attis held the sword, but every time he thought he had found his flaw, it was always the bait thrown by Attis, and he was fooled over and over again. Falling to the ground over and over again.

"Damn it!" Robb got up in embarrassment and slashed at the ground with his sword.

Are all running wolves so impatient?Attis thought to himself that among the wolf children he saw, apart from Sansa, who had the polite temperament of a noble girl, the others, such as Bran, Rickon and Arya, who hung out with boys every day, had a lot of blood in their bodies. The blood of running wolves was always boiling, and Attis felt that they had infinite vitality.

Even Jon Snow, who had always been accustomed to being silent in front of strangers, could not hide his anger and resentment since he rushed out of the banquet, and his temper was very explosive.

Then there is the angry and impulsive Robb Stark in front of him.

"Don't worry, Robb, your swordsmanship needs to be more delicate and don't always try to attack in a hurry." Attis said to Robb.

Robb walked aside in frustration and said, "Let me rest, Attis." He sat down by the fire, picked up the rabbit meat handed to him by the Winterfell guards, and chewed it. The guards and Star There seems to be no distinction between the brothers, and several people enjoy it together.

He had only seen this kind of scene in Winterfell. He heard from Robb and the others that Duke Eddard would call a servant of Winterfell, or a blacksmith or a soldier to have dinner with him every night. Unheard of.

Attis didn't know why, but he was always attracted to the dancing flames in campfires. Especially after his father ordered him to leave King's Landing and go to the valley to prepare for war, the flames always occupied his sight inadvertently.

The sound of the bonfire was getting louder and softer, and the burning charcoal was releasing tiny bits of gray smoke. A tall building appeared vaguely in the rising flames, and a boy climbing the wall appeared, and the scene gradually came closer to the boy's face.

"Bran?", the boy's face became clear, and Attis recognized it as Bran Stark, the second son of the Wolf family.Bran's figure crawled on the high wall, but gradually became smaller, and he was falling!Attis's pupils suddenly enlarged, "Damn it!", Attis cursed. He remembered the dream he had by the campfire, the dream he had when his father was poisoned.

Attis quickly ran towards the ruined tall buildings of Winterfell in the distance. In the scene of flames, it seemed to be the tallest building.

"Attis!" Robb asked in confusion behind him.

A flock of flying crows rushed into the shed where the horses were tied. The groom froze in shock. The horses stamped on each other and kicked each other. They suddenly broke free from the ropes and ran around in fright.

Attis saw the crow, and the mysterious fear in his heart could not help but rise. He flew towards it, jumped on a horse, controlled the frightened horse under his crotch, and galloped.

The guards of Winterfell were chasing their horses in a panic. Robb looked at the mess in front of him and was a little overwhelmed. Seeing Attis walking away, he hurriedly called after him, trying to catch up with a horse and follow Attis. , but to no avail, Attis was already far away.

There were countless abandoned towers in Winterfell. Speeding through them felt like walking through a maze, the wind howling in his ears, covering up the heartbeat in his heart.He had become somewhat calm at this time, looking back on his previous impulsive behavior with some disbelief.

Just as he was thinking about it, he came to the tower in flames.

Bran's body was crumbling.

"Bran!" Attis called.

Bran climbed up with peace of mind, and seemed to hear someone calling his name downstairs. When he was about to lower his head and look down, a crow blocked his path, its scarlet eyes staring closely at Bran, which made him angry. He felt horrified in his heart.

"Get away, black crow!" Bran waved his hand and swatted away the crow blocking the road, and continued to climb up.

When Attis saw this, he cursed in his heart and climbed up the tall building with his bare hands. From time to time, he raised his head and shouted Bran's name loudly, trying to make him hear.

Crow, crow again.

The black wings blocked the view, like swarming crows rushing towards Attis, pecking Attis' wrist, forcing him to stop his movements.

Scarlet eyes stared at Attis. Attis drew out his long sword and stabbed the crow in the eye. Suddenly, the crow flopped to the ground, leaving blood splattered on Attis's light cloth. On armor.

When he looked up again, the crow sky was no longer filled with black masses, and he could clearly see Bran's figure, getting bigger and bigger.
Bran fell at his feet.

Attis froze on the spot, the crow perched on the tower, its scarlet eyes staring at him closely, as if mocking.

"Bran!" screamed another voice, but it was not from Attis.

Attis turned around and saw that Lady Catelyn was staring at him with fear and anger, running towards him quickly.

"Seven hells," Attis thought to himself.

Caitlin stood blankly in front of the unconscious Bran, her eyes full of exhaustion and confusion.

"Caitlin, it's time for you to rest." Ed said helplessly.

Caitlin sat there like a dead corpse and asked mechanically: "That Aelin, he wants to murder Bran."

Ed looked at Caitlin who was losing her mind in silence, "Don't be ridiculous, Caitlin, Bran fell from upstairs."

"Then why were Bran and him together at that time?" Catelyn asked, raising her voice.

"Didn't you hear what Robb said clearly? Caitlin." Ed shook his head helplessly, "Attis has been practicing swordsmanship with Robb. He must have seen something before he ran to the tower. That kid Attis wants to go. Save Bran, how could he harm Bran?”

"Lisa's letter, Lysa can't lie. Attis is born evil. He can do things like patricide, and he will definitely do the evil thing of murdering the little boy!" Caitlin screamed loudly.

Ed's face instantly turned gloomy, "Caitlin, I order you not to talk nonsense."

Caitlin's tired face drooped and she remained silent for a long time.

"The king wants to see me, be strong, Catelyn, you are the Duchess of Winterfell, and the North needs you." Eddard walked out of the room, leaving Catelyn alone.


　The battle between the old god and the red god
　　
　
(End of this chapter)