Chapter 594

Robb chose Rickard Karstark, the Earl of Cahor City, as the chief administrator of the North, which is not unexpected and reasonable.

He also lived up to the education of his father and mother, at least he did not choose the Earl of Wyman Mandalay from White Harbor, or the widow who was far away on the edge of the mainland and looked at the countess.

The Karstark family is a distant relative of the Stark family, and Lord Rickard Karstark himself is a heavy general under Eddard, so it is the best choice to entrust the north to Rickard.

"Robb chose Lord Rickard"

"fine."

Both Ed and Lady Catelyn breathed a sigh of relief.

Rickard Karstark, who was named, was burly and mighty, with long hair and beard, his face was full of gray beards, and he was dressed in bearskin clothes. It's a dark cloak.

wow-

He heard the young master call himself the chief director of the North, and immediately stood up and walked to the front of the stage, hammered his chest with one hand, made a dull sound, and then knelt down on one knee.

"His Majesty!"

"I would like to take over the Northern Territory for you."

Rickard Karstark first knelt down on one knee to the silver-haired youth on the stage, and his voice rumbled.

"'The Winter Sun'. Is it the Count of Kaho City?"

And Viserys didn't seem to be too surprised to hear Robb's designated candidate for the North Territory, because the range that Robb can choose is actually not large.

Although the Mandalay family in Baigang is powerful and extremely wealthy, the Mandalay family is not actually a true Northlander. They are nobles who later migrated to the Northland, their blood is Andal, and they still believe in the seven The gods, not the old gods, have always been somewhat out of tune with other northern nobles.

In addition to the Mandalay family, the people that Robb can choose must not be too weak, otherwise they can't suppress the heroes in the north, and they can't be too far away from the Stark family, so Robb chose Rickard Casta. Ke was also expected by Viserys.

"Can."

Viserys nodded slightly, and Rickard Karstark, who was kneeling on one knee below, was instantly delighted when he saw the king's nod, but he couldn't reveal it on the surface.

Although Robb can designate the chief general, the candidate still needs the consent of His Majesty the king, and since the king has agreed to this matter, it is inseparable.

Then the burly Northlander nodded and stood up, then knelt down on one knee to Eddard and Robb Stark and his son who were dressed in black beside him.

"Lord Robb Stark, you will not be disappointed when you entrust the North to me."

"The north is yours, Rickard."

And Ed's face was still full of vicissitudes, looking at the general he once had, then patted his arm, and said in a hoarse voice.

The reddish-brown-haired boy on the other side was still nervous, his cheeks were green, and even the fluff around his lips had not turned into a beard.

"I trust you, Lord Rickard Karstark!"

This is the first time in his life that he has made such a major decision, so that even now his palms are still slightly trembling, but his heart is beating faster than just nervousness, and blood is surging.

Father went to the Night's Watch Legion, and he was the Lord of Winterfell in the future. He really participated in this world of great competition. From then on, he was intrigued by the palace, the golden horse and the iron horse, and more important decisions were waiting for him.

"Lord Robb Stark!"

"Lord Rickard Karstark!"

At the scene, the clamor of the nobles in the north suddenly sounded.

The trial of the former guardian of the north, the Duke of Winterfell, is definitely a major event in King's Landing.

In the end, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Stark family and the royal family must have reached some political compromise in exchange for Eddard Stark's life.

These people who are good enough to reign in good things and people who have a heart have discussed it for a long time, and even the drunkards in the tavern have arranged some lace news.

He swore that he had seen Lady Catelyn walk into the king's bedroom for a long time before coming out, and the sound was loud enough to be heard by the entire Maegor House.

"You know me!"

The drunkard's voice was suddenly high, and he stood up with the jug, but almost fell.

"You know mine. I would never lie about such a thing."

He wobbled with the jug in his hand, still speaking drunkenly.

"Hahaha--"

His words elicited a burst of laughter from the drinkers present, as well as the rolling eyes of the tavern maids.

Of course they knew that the alcoholic was talking nonsense. A pariah like him didn't even know which way the king's bedroom door opened, and it was even more impossible to witness Lady Catelyn walking into the king's bedroom.

But for the vulgar people at the bottom, there is nothing to do after dinner, and they like to drink and brag, and arrange some aristocratic lace news.

And the alcoholic got even more excited when he heard everyone's booing laughter, and then a little finger came out.

Mrs. Caitlin needs to find a new bed partner, unable to satisfy her own lady.

bang bang bang-

The drunkard's words were once again filled with laughter, and the drinkers slammed their wine glasses against the table, and then drank them all in one go.

In the corner of the tavern, a man in a white cloak and a hood silently took a sip from his glass.

His head was very low, and when he was drinking, he could only see a rough golden beard on his chin. He listened to these drunkards choreographing the vulgar jokes of princes and nobles, and he couldn't help but squeeze the hilt of the sword at his waist slightly.

bang——

However, at this moment, the door of the tavern was kicked open, and a group of warriors wrapped in black robes and masks broke in.

Their target was directly on the drunk who was full of vulgar jokes just now, and it seemed that they had solid evidence.

"Organizing royal rumors, maliciously slandering the nobles, adding one more crime."

"take away!"

The leader of the captain said in a cold voice, the internal affairs guard stepped forward to grab the other party, and then bound the drunkard's hands and feet with chains.

"Forgive me!"

"Forgive me! My lord, I don't dare anymore!"

And the alcoholic was suddenly sobered up from fright, and when he saw that the Ministry of Internal Affairs took action, he was scared to death.

Of course, he had heard the bad name of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and what went in didn't come out completely, but now begging for mercy was no longer helpful.

Then the captain raised his head and looked coldly around everyone in the tavern.

The others hurriedly lowered their heads like frightened rabbits, daring to look at them.

Then his eyes fell to the corner, a man in a white cloak frowned slightly.

"you!"

"Head up!"