I have a Mount and Blade panel and I kill people in the Game of Thrones

"A harmonious land and a quiet people. That is how I rule, and it seems that is what the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch has declared."

Roose Bolton couldn't help but pick up the handwritten letter from Lyon that was sent along with Ramsay's letter and read it carefully.

In the letter, Lyon earnestly expressed his guilt for killing Ramsay, and at the same time hinted in a gentle tone that if Roose Bolton was dissatisfied with this, he was willing to reunite them in another way.

In addition, he also made it clear that he treats all lords of the Seven Kingdoms equally, and is not just targeting his Bolton family. The Lord Commander of the Night's Watch also showed little respect for the current king in his words.

But while the handwritten letter contained a threat, it also gave Roose Bolton a chance to have a good ending.

That is to lay down weapons to show submission to the Night's Watch, and under the supervision of the Night's Watch, not to provoke any war again, and to ensure the people under the rule can live and work in peace. If he acts in this way, Roose Bolton, the Shepherd of the North, will have a great future.

"The Lord Commander of the Night's Watch in the letter has a unique idea. He sincerely invites me to serve as the Shepherd of the North. Although this position cannot be inherited, its duties are quite similar to those of the Warden of the North. Therefore, I am quite curious about how powerful the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch has become. How dare he dare to defy the world? He completely disregards the laws of the kingdom?"

"I think the commander-in-chief has gone mad."

When Roose Bolton gave his evaluation of Lyon in such a calm tone, his vassals immediately showed an expression as if they wanted to laugh but did not dare to.

After all, no one can guess what Roose Bolton is really thinking. If you laugh awkwardly and annoy Roose Bolton, you will be in big trouble.

"My Lord, what should we do?"

"wait."

"Wait? Wait for what?"

"Wait for more accurate news about the Battle of Winterfell. I will not act rashly until I understand the confidence of the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch."

Roose Bolton was very patient and did not immediately gather his troops and march to Winterfell to avenge Ramsay like a fool.

Although his cautious move confused his vassal ministers, it was ultimately understood by most of them.

"Also, as requested by the commander-in-chief, send this letter by raven to King's Landing for the king's decision."

After several days of long waiting, the Dreadfort was once again filled with talented people.

At this point, one of the vassals could no longer suppress his panic, so he asked Roose Bolton:

"White Walkers and dragons coexist. Could this Lord Commander of the Night's Watch be a combination of the Night King and the Son of Prophecy?"

Other vassals also expressed their opinions:

"Many in the North have compared the Lord Commander to Aegon, the only difference being that he only has one dragon..."

"But those forty unkillable White Walkers are a real threat, not to mention he has a huge fortune from Braavos and a hundred thousand wildlings under his command."

"I heard that he has mobilized a lot of peasants from the North. How can our small Dreadfort resist him?"

Roose Bolton listened to the opinions of his vassal lords calmly, and expressed his own opinion in a calm manner:

"His dragon is still young, and is far from growing to the size it was during the Battle of the Fields of Fury. Besides, we have at least four dragon-slaying crossbows in the Dreadfort."

"As for the forty White Walkers, there are ways to deal with them. I heard that the dragon crystal produced from Dragonstone is a powerful weapon to restrain the White Walkers."

"As for those peasants and savages, they are just fence-sitters. They will not completely lean towards either side until the winner is truly decided."

Roose Bolton saw through the three trump cards in Lyon's hand with ease, as if they were just insignificant chickens and dogs.

As soon as these words were spoken, the confidence of the vassal officials increased greatly, the fear on their faces dissipated a lot, and they even began to chat and laugh.

"I was wondering how the small Night's Watch could become so powerful right under our noses."

"Indeed, if it weren't for your words, I'm afraid we would have been kept in the dark for a long time."

"After listening to your explanation, I feel that we are extremely powerful, as if those dragons and white walkers are no more powerful than us."

After encouraging his bannermen, Roose Bolton pressed his hand down to stop their noise.

"Even though the Night's Watch is so weak, we, the Bolton family, cannot be used as a gun. Tell the king what I think of Lyon and ask them to send a coalition force to wipe out the Night's Watch."

"Also, send a raven to send an invitation letter to Leon, saying that I am very interested in his plan and would like to invite him to the Dreadfort for a chat."

After listening to Roose Bolton's words, one of the vassal looked confused and asked:

"Sir, we clearly have the upper hand, so why do we choose to negotiate with him? Why don't we just order him to surrender to the Dreadfort?"

Roose Bolton glanced at the bannerman who asked the question, then explained calmly:

“Why use commands when a problem can be solved with an invitation? Power needs to be wrapped in etiquette to exert its greatest effectiveness.”

However, Roose Bolton's invitation might be sincere, and he doesn't mind Leon, whose hands are stained with Ramsay's blood, coming to the Dreadfort; or maybe he has other plans. But in any case, Leon's reply came quickly.

"I am well aware of the Frey family's style of doing things. Lord Roose Bolton, as the son-in-law of the Frey family, must have learned a lot from them. However, I will never follow the footsteps of the Stark family. Please don't misunderstand, this is not a rejection. I attach great importance to your invitation and will attend the appointment as scheduled. In addition, I need to remind you that there are only two days left in the one-week deadline I gave. At that time, I will ride my dragon to the Dreadfort to accept the surrender. Please make corresponding preparations."

"Signed by—Peace-loving, Leon Victor."

Seeing this polite reply, Roose Bolton's expression did not show any sign of being threatened by the dragon.

The corners of his mouth inadvertently curled up into a sly smile after his conspiracy succeeded. He knew very well that if it were any other calm middle-aged lord, he would not easily come to the appointment.

However, Lyon was young and impatient after all, so he decisively issued an order:

"Quickly grease the dragon-slaying crossbow and hide it in a hidden place in the sentry tower. Once the dragon appears, be sure to shoot it immediately!"

With Roose Bolton's order, the defensive strength of the Dreadfort, which was easy to defend but difficult to attack, was immediately raised to a higher level. The dragon-slaying crossbow that had been gathering dust in the warehouse was moved to its position by the craftsmen, and after being carefully maintained, it was aimed at the sky.

However, at this moment, what no one, including Roose Bolton, expected was that a dragon roar suddenly appeared in the sky...

Lyon, here we come!