Without a doubt, the capital of the Northern Territory was Winterfell, but Winterfell was only 300 meters wide and 500 meters long.
It was large enough to be the residence of a noble lord.
However, it was too small to be the capital city of a country, so it was not qualified.
The real Winterfell was divided into an inner and outer city. The inner city was the castle, and the outer city was the town.
Outside Winterfell, there were neat rows of houses made of logs and rocks. Along the muddy streets, there were many wooden stalls for merchants to rent.
In the summer, it was empty. Only one-fifth of the houses were occupied by nearby farmers and merchants. In the winter, it was crowded with people. Even the Mountain Tribes from the north of the Wolfswood came over.
However, they didn't build a wall outside the town. Part of the reason was that they were too poor and couldn't afford to build a wall. In Winterfell, there were many towers that were in disrepair and abandoned!
For example, the place where the story began: the tower where Cersei and Jaime clattered.
Of course, with Stark's 10,000 years of history, he built a ten-meter wall every year. After a few thousand years, he could build a magnificent city.
However, the city required a large number of soldiers to guard it.
For example, there were 3,000 Golden Robes at the King's Landing.
Winterfell couldn't afford to have so many soldiers!
Without a wall, there was no defense. After Tiemin, Skinwalker, Erlu, and Jon, there were almost no soldiers left.
Especially Skinwalker, who massacred Winterfell once to cover up the fact that he had burned Winterfell.
Winter had arrived for almost a year, but Winterfell was empty. This winter, most of the Northern Territory residents went to White Harbor, while those who were near the Great Wall went to Mole Village.
Dragon Queen gave silver coins to the Night Watchmen every month. It was too extravagant. With thousands of Night Watchmen, it was equivalent to tens of thousands of Silver Deer. How many jobs would that create?
If Danny were the King of the Seven Kingdoms, she wouldn't give land to the Night Watchmen. The land, which was larger than the land of Korea, couldn't support a thousand Night Watchmen!
Though the climate in the Northern Territory was harsh, winter wheat, apple trees, and turnips could be grown. There was no shortage of cash crops and grain crops!
At the end of the day, it was due to the fact that everyone ate from the same pot and specialized in different fields.
If the night watchers could support themselves by farming, would they still commit crimes and be caught as night watchers?
It would be better to raise them with high salaries. High salaries would lead to high consumption, and high consumption would lead to a large number of employment opportunities. With the population base, there would be no need to worry that business and agriculture would not be able to develop.
Then, as a feudal lord, he would collect business taxes and agricultural taxes. From time to time, he would deal with real estate in Mole Village …
Not to mention the salary of the Night Watchers, the king could probably earn a sum of money.
.....
"… So, no one in the town harmed the pterosaur. Instead, the pterosaur might have been injured by the cold," the red-faced fatty said.
His name was Schaumer, and he wore a scholar's necklace. He came from White Harbor, and he had thin lips, a red face, and curly blond hair. He was a fat man just like Lord Eel.
After House of Stark's Scholar Luwin was killed by Skinner, Winterfell didn't have a new Scholar.
There was even a long period of time when Winterfell was burned down by Skinner, and it was in a state of desolation.
White Harbor was the richest fief in the North, and its trade was prosperous. It had frequent exchanges with the outside world, so Scholar Schaumer had many apprentices under him.
In fact, the communication between Braavos and the North used White Harbor as a transit point.
After the Dragon Queen exposed the evil side of the City of Knowledge, the people of the world knew that Scholars were not good people, and so did Jon. But like all the nobles, he couldn't do without Scholars.
Hence, he had long asked Lord Eel for help to arrange for a capable apprentice to be a temporary worker in Winterfell.
When Scholar Schaumer heard about this, he immediately volunteered.
Lord Eel was very unhappy, but he couldn't object.
There was only one Scholar in Winterfell, but there were two masters. Hence, Schaumer often appeared in Erlu's guest castle.
Erlu burned the statues of the Seven Gods and chased away the Seven Gods, but he still couldn't do without Scholars.
The Scholar's vitality was really …
"The Pterosaurs come from the Sosros Rainforest, and they prefer the hot and humid climate of the South.
Of course, the Pterosaurs are not ordinary creatures. If the Southerners can come to the North to live, so can they. But now, King Aegon's Bellerion is severely injured.
If you don't want to lose the precious Pterosaur, you should treat its injuries and build a shelter to protect it from the cold, "Scholar Schaumer suggested seriously.
Jon asked worriedly, "Will it go berserk again?"
"This …" The Scholar's red and chubby face showed some embarrassment. "I don't know. Our City of Knowledge … our Scholars don't know much about the Pterosaurs.
For thousands of years, everyone knew that there were Pterosaurs in the Sosros Rainforest, but we've never seen one before. "
"It's exhausted, it won't go berserk again," Melisandre said.
Then he turned to Erlu and suggested, "Sacrifice Theon to solve the problem once and for all."
Hearing this, Schaumer was furious.
Without waiting for Erlu to speak, he warned bluntly, "King Stannis, Priestess Melisandre, you have to understand that you're only Winterfell's guests!
Theon was never your captive, and you have no right to punish him.
I agreed to leave him for your trial because I pledged my loyalty to you.
Trial isn't the same as execution! "
Erlu's eyes were sharp. "Are you threatening me?"
Jon sighed and softened his voice. "Your Majesty, do you still keep your promise?" he asked. "Do you still keep your promise?
Before entering Winterfell, Tyrion requested you to promise in front of everyone that you wouldn't sacrifice Ramus and Theon. "
Er Lu stared helplessly, his jaw clenched, his teeth grinding.
The Onion Knight quickly stood in front of the two and said, "Duke Stark, you're mistaken. His Majesty has never thought of breaking his promise.
Priestess Melisandre was only thinking from a professional point of view. Sacrificing Theon would be the best, but His Majesty has always refused. "
"The Pterosaur belongs to my husband. Does the 'ransom' only redeem himself and not the Pterosaur, armor, and weapons?" Sansa said unhappily.
Hmm, Aunt Danny prepared the Tile Steel Armor for Big Nephew, and Illyrio gave the Black Fire Sword to King Aegon. They were all in Erlu's hands.
However, Erlu didn't wear armor or the Black Fire Sword.
If he wanted to snatch the Pterosaur, he could use time as an excuse.
If he wore Aegon's armor, he would completely betray the Westeros' traditions.
— Unless he was like Tywin and killed Aegon and Aegon's heir. Without a heir, the armor and weapons naturally didn't have to be returned.
Davos looked at the determined Erlu and smiled bitterly in his heart. On the surface, he looked gentle and comforted Sansa, "Your Highness, the Pterosaur is too special and precious. Unless you exchange it for another Pterosaur, any kind of Pterosaur … Dragon Queen doesn't lack one or two Pterosaurs, right?"
"Too shameless, too shameless!" Sansa's pretty face flushed red with anger.
"This is also a tradition. Good armor has a high ransom, and the Tile Steel Sword has a higher ransom." Davos's face was red with embarrassment.
Indeed, good armor ransom was better.
But since ancient times, no one had ever used armor to redeem armor or a Tile Steel Sword to redeem a Tile Steel Sword.
Most of the time, out of respect for the defeated, the victor not only did not accept the ransom, but also took the initiative to return the relics and bodies of the deceased to their families.
For example, Ned.
After Ned killed Arthur Dane, he obtained the Dane family's ancestral greatsword, Dawn.
Tile steel swords were common, but the white sword of dawn was unique in the world.
Ned never wanted to possess it. Instead, he immediately sent the sword to Dane City and personally reported his death and burial place to Arthur's family.
Earl Dane and Ashara didn't resent Ned for killing their brothers on the battlefield. Instead, the two families established a deep friendship.
Ned entrusted the mother of his illegitimate son, his lover, to Earl Dane. Earl Dane found a good husband for her, perfectly helped Eide clean up the mess, and even named his son Ned.
This was the true path of the Westeros knights under the teachings of the Seven Gods Sect.
But now …
With an idea, the Onion Knight quickly suggested, "Why don't we use Tyrion's Pterosaur to repay the debt?"
Sansa shook her head and said, "Tyrion won't agree. Besides, his Tessa also has the Holy Knight's Seal. You won't be able to crack it either."
"Tyrion isn't dead yet?" Davos said in surprise.
Sansa was stunned for a moment before she realized that she hadn't seen the dwarf for a long time.
Is he dead?
She looked at Awkward with a searching gaze.
"Tyrion …" Awkward thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "He's probably not dead yet! He didn't die at that time … "
Then, Awkward looked at Mei Ji and the others with an inquiring gaze.
"Yes."
"Probably."
"Maybe."
Everyone pondered.
Mei Ji scratched her head and said awkwardly, "Where is Tyrion? I've been so concerned about His Majesty Aegon these past few days that I forgot about him. "
Mormont was an honest man!
Everyone had forgotten, but she was the only one who said it out loud.
Poor gnome …
The red-faced scholar said, "Lord Tyrion has burns all over his body and is recuperating in the small sanctuary. I change his bandages every day."
This was the role of a scholar. Everyone was so concerned about King Aegon that they forgot about the dwarf. However, it was the scholar's responsibility to treat the patient. Without the lord's orders, they would do it automatically.
"So he's in the small sanctuary, no wonder …" Jon smiled awkwardly. "How's he?"
Stark believed in the old gods. A few thousand years ago, Winterfell didn't have a sanctuary.
However, Catelyn believed in the seven gods. Eide built a small sanctuary for his wife in a secluded corner behind the main hall of the castle.
Catelyn was the only one in Winterfell who believed in the seven gods. At most, little Sansa came with her mother a few times. The location was very secluded. It was no wonder Jon and Mei Ji had neglected the dwarf … Well, if they really cared about him, even the ends of the earth wouldn't be a distance.
Scholar Theomer glanced at the red-robed woman warily. His red fat face trembled as he said, "Lord Tyrion has fire repelling ointment. It's a holy medicine for burns, but his injuries …
The flames spread from the inside out. His organs are almost charred. "
"That bad?" Sansa's face turned pale as she exclaimed.
Mei Ji quickly glanced at Aunt May and said fearfully, "Tyrion's body was on fire. When he howled, red flames and black smoke came out of his mouth. I thought he was dead."
Melisandre frowned and said doubtfully, "He should have died long ago. How did he survive until now? Could it be that his body … "
The red-robed woman was never a kind person. Not to mention, Tyrion had countless reasons to die.
He was a Winged Dragon Knight, Aegon's strongest subordinate.
He was very smart and was heavily relied on by Aegon.
He was hostile to Erlu.
He destroyed all of Erlu's efforts at the Blackwater River.
He was ugly and frustrated, but he often tiptoed and peeked at her big white rabbit with a wretched look.
More importantly, he dared to kill her!
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