69novels Chapter 121 The Living Divide the Spoils
Chapter 121 The Living Divide the Spoils
Chapter 121 The Living Divide the Spoils
James was born a warrior, with only a slight interest in politics and strategy, and he didn't take his studies very seriously.
He was quite familiar with the political stances and power of the main families, as well as matters related to war and military affairs.
But detailed local administrative knowledge, such as which families have branches in which places.
Um----
Without a quick-witted scholar to remind me, it would be easy to forget.
Inheritance rights are the most troublesome issue.
Especially large families like the Freys.
Clio, dressed in a robe embroidered with twin towers and a lion, had been fawning over James since the start of the banquet, serving him food and wine.
This guy is the eldest son of Aunt Gina and the dull-witted Emmon Frey, and James had dealings with him during the war.
"Sir, what happened not long ago felt like a dream. It is the greatest honor of my life to fight alongside such a great knight as you."
James smiled knowingly, pretending that this shameless sycophant had successfully won his favor.
In reality, he didn't kill a single person in the war; he only gave a few commands. Bronze Yorne did far more than him.
The strategic plans were all decided by Xiao Qiao and Ed.
When asked for his opinion, all he can think about is grabbing a weapon and fighting with someone.
It was only then that James took a closer look at Cleo's appearance.
To be honest, nobody would consider him a Lannister.
This guy clearly has more Frey in his blood.
It looks like a weasel, fights like a goose, and has the courage of a rather brave sheep.
It's like a collection of all the worst things James could imagine.
"Alright, Cleo, let our good James go." Aunt Gina squeezed in.
The knights sitting nearby very tactfully made way for them.
"After such a long separation, don't you want to give your overweight aunt a hug?"
As she spoke, she spread her arms wide, completely shielding her husband, Frey, behind her.
Gina Lannister was quite shapely in her youth, but now she's square-faced and her neck is as thick as a pillar supporting a wall.
Although there were many people here, James could only accept it and wait for his aunt to pinch his ears.
From as far back as he can remember, his aunt liked to pinch his ears.
However, she only gently touched his left cheek, showing a regretful expression, and then placed a wet, soft kiss on it.
James touched his scar.
After meeting him, his father simply nodded as a greeting and didn't even ask about the matter.
Then he hurriedly went into the house with Xiao Qiao to plot their secret meeting.
"When Arthur Dayne, the Dawn Swordsman, was fighting the Smiling Knight, he used Dawn to break his opponent's longsword, so Arthur stopped fighting and let him take another one."
"When I was fighting a knight, I knocked off his helmet, but I couldn't find a new one on the battlefield, so I took off my own."
"He left a scar on my face, and I left a scar on his neck."
James calmly fabricated the lie.
"Then you two are both big fools," Aunt Gina said sharply.
"Madam, Ser James is both a great knight and a Kingsguard."
Uncle Aimon finally managed to squeeze in, twisting his hands nervously.
"This is enough to demonstrate his honor."
When these idiots flatter him, can they at least consider his nickname? Everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knows that Jaime Lannister treats honor like dog shit.
But James simply clenched his fist and placed it in front of his chest, then nodded solemnly.
My uncle, wearing a wool sweater, looked like a reed, weighing less than half as much as my aunt. He also had no chin, and his prominent Adam's apple looked quite ridiculous.
He also particularly enjoys chewing sour grass leaves.
Even while eating, he never stops talking, and pink saliva splatters out whenever he speaks.
"Can honor heal scars?" Auntie sat down on the bench.
"If that person had cut any deeper, it wouldn't have been his mother crying, but me."
James felt the stool beneath him rise a little.
"My swordsmanship could never allow such a thing to happen," he said, while the wounds on his arm and face were itchy.
"It's best if this doesn't happen," Auntie said.
"Tyrion and Cersei didn't come. Are they both in King's Landing?"
"Doesn't the new prime minister recognize them?"
It seems that Xiao Qiao was also worried about this matter, and before setting off, she asked him to persuade Cersei.
The older sister and younger brother seem to have a minor disagreement, but James doesn't think it's a big deal.
Perhaps during the time they were away fighting, they spent some time together and their relationship actually improved.
"They are all in the royal council now, and Tyrion has been appointed acting Hand of the King."
"Prime Minister—" Aunt hesitated for a moment, "Your father seemed quite angry when he didn't become Prime Minister, but now it seems he has a good relationship with the King."
"The war is over, but these important figures are busy with the aftermath, such as paying reparations, distributing land, and burying the dead—"
Uncle Aimon squeezed to the other side, cleared his throat, and his prominent Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
"Because of the war, my beloved brother Steveren lost two grandsons, and his eldest son, Ser Lyman, was also driven mad by the enemy."
"Alas, war is terrible."
So that's where he was waiting.
James finally understood.
"I was with the soldiers in the valley on the east side at the time, and I didn't know much about these things," he instinctively defended himself, not wanting to get involved in such trouble.
"Then you are very lucky, Sir."
"I heard from Cleo that those damned Nameless Brotherhood dismembered Edwin and Blackwald's bodies and laid them out in the villages they had plundered."
"Luckily he didn't go with them, otherwise his life would have been in danger."
"Amon, everyone's eating, why bring up such upsetting things?" His aunt called out his husband's nickname.
"Okay, I won't say, I won't say." Aimon twisted his hand.
"Sir, look." He pulled out a crumpled piece of parchment. "This is my family tree and the order of succession."
Gods have mercy, James gets a headache just looking at so many words.
"Oh, get this stupid thing away from me!" Auntie cried.
"James, it's actually quite simple." She took a big gulp of her drink and then poured James a glass as well.
"Steven is older than my son Amon, and after experiencing this kind of blow, he probably won't live much longer."
"Lyman was mentally unstable, and his two sons were dead, leaving only his youngest son, Petyr the Bumpy-faced."
"And he's still a child," Amon interjected. "Marrying a thirty-year-old woman when you're ten won't result in many children."
The aunt continued, "Although Stevieren has married two more wives, one of his children is mentally challenged and even named Aegon."
"Logically, the eldest son's son has a higher right of inheritance than the second son."
"But they're all dead, and the rest aren't very successful."
"As the second son of the Marquis of Walder, shouldn't our son, Ammon, be able to contend for the Twins?"
"Back then, your father had a big fight with your grandfather because of my marriage to Amon."
"The noise made your grandfather Tethos pale, and Walder Frey tremble."
He was only ten years old then.
"Now this grown-up fat woman wants her older brother to protect her one more time, but Lord Tywin is only willing to discuss it with Kevan."
"I had no choice but to look for his son."