Luxuriously decorated room.

When Queen Cersei Lannister was the last to leave.

King Robert Baratheon lay on the bed with a pale face and weak face. He looked at the old friend in front of him and smiled, "I really didn't expect that I would fall into the hands of a beast in the end..."

"I don't have much time..."

Robert Baratheon spoke up with emotion.

At this moment, Ed Stark, who was struggling violently in his mind, felt less and less uncomfortable when he looked at him.

He thought how angry Robert would have been in his heart if he knew that Queen Cersei Lannister had all his own children for the sake of his three children.

With Robert's body at this time, he could still accept the queen's cheating. Isn't his children such stimulation from the Baratheon family?

Looking at my old friend's unprecedented weakness, he sighed with regret and unwillingness.

Ed Stark's thoughts, who had originally strongly wanted to reveal the truth, slowly fell silent.

"Ed, pick up the paper and pen on the side..."

"I said, you write..."

"In the name of Robert I, the Baratheon family...you know how to write it, write all those damn titles..."

"The Stark family was specially appointed "Ed Stark, Duke of Winterfell... All your own titles are written as "Regent and Guardian of the Whole Land"..."

"After my death, I acted as a court...until my son Joffrey became an adult..."

Ed Stark listened to his old friend's last words and kept pen in his hand.

But just when writing about the heir, Ed Stark's thoughts moved slightly and wrote "my son Joffrey" as the "legal heir"...

"Come on, let me sign..."

When Ed Stark finished writing, Robert Baratheon struggled to sit up and take over the "destiny".

He was too lazy to see what his old friend wrote, so he took the quill and signed his name behind the decree.

When I lay down from bed again, I took a deep breath.

Ed Stark could see that his old friend had signed the letter and immediately relaxed, as if he had completed the last major event in his life.

"You're right, Ed..."

Looking at his old friend again, Robert Baratheon was very eager to express his desire.

"Little Finger, Varis, and my brother... are all waste..."

"Only you Ed, you dare to say no to me..."

"Assisted Joffrey, don't let him follow my old path..."

Hearing this, Ed Stark was obviously silent, but in the end he nodded: "This is my honor..."

“…”

"King Robert Baratheon I died at the hands of a wild boar..."

"What a joke..."

Speaking of this, Robert Baratheon smiled with a tragic expression, then gritted his teeth and said, "Ed, help me and help me end this pain!"

Ed Stark: "Your Majesty..."

Robert Baratheon: "Hurry, I don't want to be tortured by this damn pain anymore!"

Ed Stark: "Abide by the order..."

......

The continent of Essos.

Norfoss Free Trade City State.

The little slave Aphra drove the carriage into the gate of Norfos.

Morgan was teasing the young dragon Sigria in the back compartment.

"Sir, where are we going?"

Afura turned her head and looked at the car behind her and asked.

“Go to the tavern…”

"Look for a bigger one..."

Soon, Morgan's voice came from the carriage.

Aphra immediately headed towards the busy street ahead.

It didn't take too long.

When Aphra stopped the carriage in front of a large tavern.

Inside the carriage.

Morgan took out a large empty cage made of wooden strips, opened the cage and said to Little Sigria in front of him, "Come in and come later..."

These days, thanks to Morgan's teachings.

Sigria is still very obedient.

But it's always a young dragon, so it's naturally a time when it's naughty and rebellious.

However, the little guy obviously could tell the difference. Although he was a little unhappy, he still obediently got into the cage when he looked at the old father's serious face.

Morgan closed the cage, then picked up a large black cloth and covered the cage.

When I walked out of the car with a cage.

Morgan knocked on the cage and explained softly: "Siglia, be good, don't speak..."

Just finished speaking.

“Hmph…”

Then I heard a few dissatisfied breaths coming from the cage covered by black cloth.

Over the past period of time.

Even the night did not tie up Little Sigria.

At this time, it is normal to have a temper.

Morgan didn't care.

After handing the carriage to the tavern attendant, Avra ​​walked into the tavern with a cage covered with the black cloth in her hand.

Proficient in checking a room and ordering.

Morgan soon got to the room on the second floor of the tavern.

Because of Little Sigria.

Instead of dining in the downstairs lobby this time, Morgan chose to let the tavern deliver food to the room.

The two of them just walked into the room.

Soon, the door of the room was knocked.

When Avra ​​opened the door, she found that four strong tavern attendants were carrying two buckets of steaming hot water.

When the attendant left.

Close the door and look at two large buckets of hot water.

Both Morgan and Alfra breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hmph…”

Little Sigriya's dissatisfied breath came again from the cage covered by the black cloth.

Finally put the little guy in a cage.

Morgan has no plans to remove the black cloth and open the cage.

Ignore the little guy's dissatisfaction.

Morgan took off all his clothes in a few seconds, revealing the strong and strong, sculptural curves.

Aphra, who was beside him, immediately blushed.

Although she and her master have been sleeping together for more than half a month.

But I was wearing pajamas. Although my pajamas were thin, I had never met them shirtless.

At this time, I came to the tavern, and the hot water was present, and I saw the owner's strong fruit body.

Aphra's face turned redder as she thought of what would happen next.

Morgan did not pay attention to the expression of the little slave girl on the side. After taking off his clothes, he stepped into one of the large, steaming tubs.

“It feels so comfortable…”
To be continued...