"What a powerful gaze, I like it."
Robb looked at the other party's eyes, smiled, grabbed the hilt of the dagger, and then threw it out.
Lord Frey let out a pig-like shriek: "My foot!!!"
The dagger pierced Lord Frey's foot, the tip embedded in the floor, and the hilt trembled on his foot.
The Frey Family descendants who heard the noise outside all craned their necks to look into the reception hall, and when they saw that Lord Frey was not dead yet, they each couldn't hide the disappointment on their faces and retreated sullenly outside.
Robb looked at the screaming Lord Frey: "Perhaps now you can understand your situation. Actually, I don't mind killing you."
"Robb… Lord," Lord Frey's face was pale, "Whatever you demand, just ask, and I will surely satisfy it."
The over ninety-year-old Lord Frey was unwilling to die like this; he hadn't yet tasted enough of the nectar from his newlywed sixteen-year-old wife. His heart was filled with fear, and he was absolutely certain that as long as he displeased the young lord in front of him, his head would immediately fall.
Robb spoke: "It's simple. I just hope you can uphold your oath, pledge loyalty to my Edmure, open the city gates, and allow my troops to pass through Riverrun."
Lord Frey quickly interjected: "No problem, I can raise the city gates right now!"
The Old Weasel agreed so quickly because he already knew that Robb had only brought three hundred Wolf Cavalry. Even if these three hundred people were allowed into the city, he had four thousand men under him, a complete advantage. The other party couldn't possibly occupy Riverrun with three hundred men.
Moreover, the battle at Riverrun was currently in a stalemate, and the other party would definitely not waste too much time here with him. As long as he let them pass, he would surely rush to Riverrun without stopping, and then his life would be saved.
Robb's face showed a happy smile. He stepped down from his seat and came before Lord Frey: "I'm glad we could reach a consensus so quickly. It was a truly friendly negotiation. You see, we didn't really need to make it so stiff."
The Old Weasel cursed inwardly but showed a fawning smile on his face: "You are absolutely right."
"But, I'm still a little worried. After my army crosses the river, you'll be on my rear flank, with a full four thousand men. Isn't that terrifying?"
Lord Frey quickly assured: "I swear I will never do anything dishonorable."
Robb didn't buy it at all: "You also swore to my Edmure, and now it seems your oath is no different from toilet paper. How about this: let your son Ser Steffon Frey accompany me on the campaign. Additionally, to witness our friendship, I will arrange a marriage between my Edmure and one of your daughters, how about that?"
Lord Frey just wanted to live now: "Good, no problem!"
He had an exorbitant number of sons and daughters; giving away two was no problem at all, and he wouldn't feel any heartache.
Robb smiled and said: "As for your four thousand soldiers, I'd like to borrow them."
Lord Frey said with utmost sincerity: "Good! They're all yours. They will go with you to Riverrun."
As if! As soon as you leave Riverrun, I'll send people to hunt you down, you bastard!
Robb laughed heartily: "You misunderstand. I've humiliated you like this here, so I wouldn't dare use your men right now. Your men can stay in Riverrun. Once I've dealt with Kingslayer, I'll come back to borrow those four thousand men from you."
Ah, what does this little fellow mean?
Lord Frey found himself unable to understand the young man in front of him. Every move the other party made landed in an unexpected position, completely disrupting his initial plans, and he was following the other party's rhythm throughout.
Is this little fellow really only fifteen years old?
However… he's still too naive after all. He thinks the battlefield is like child's play, and he wants to defeat Kingslayer with only three hundred men?
Lord Frey quickly calculated in his mind: War is a matter of slaughter. This boy in front of him doesn't understand its cruelty. Once he is defeated and killed by Kingslayer, I will be able to get back at him for today. At that time, I want the entire Stark Family to be buried with him!
Robb knew his thoughts perfectly. This vengeful Old Weasel would definitely not swallow this insult, and he had given him another reason to rebel.
The plot of the Red Wedding was relatively important to Robb; it was an excellent major event. Because there was an information asymmetry between himself and his opponent, as long as he could leverage this information asymmetry, Robb could achieve his desired goal.
Hopefully, Edmure won't mind that I've arranged his engagement in advance. It's said that this Old Weasel has a rather good-looking daughter; Edmure should be satisfied.
The matters were mostly settled. Robb smiled and pulled out the dagger plunged into Lord Frey's foot. Immediately, blood gushed out, and screams echoed incessantly.
"Order the city gates opened and let my army cross the river," Robb looked at that twisted face, feeling very pleased.
After the Wolf Cavalry marched neatly across the bridge, Robb also brought Lord Frey to the city gate to rendezvous with his army.
Ser Steffon Frey also, as agreed, put on his armor and followed within the Wolf Cavalry ranks.
Lord Frey was almost in tears: "N-now you can let me go, right…? My foot is still bleeding, I'll die if this continues!"
Robb looked troubled: "Logically, I should let you go, but how can I be sure you won't bring four thousand men to hunt me down?"
"I swear I will absolutely not do that!"
"You see, swearing again." Robb patted the Old Weasel's face with the flat of his dagger, "I told you your oaths are worthless."
Lord Frey said tearfully: "Then… then what can I do to make you believe me?"
Robb thought for a moment: "Call your other sons. You and we will walk five kilometers, and then you can return to Riverrun with your sons."
Then, without waiting for Lord Frey's agreement, he directly threw him to Theon: "Stop the bleeding from his foot, or this old man will die soon."
The Wolf Cavalry escorted Lord Frey forward. Robb, as agreed, had the Frey Family pick up Lord Frey five kilometers away.
"Old man, when you go back, do two things well. Prepare a grand wedding, and also get your four thousand men ready for battle."
Most of Riverrun's soldiers were infantry, primarily for defense, and being five kilometers away from the Wolf Cavalry essentially meant they could never catch up to Robb's army.
And the pitiful Lord Frey was punched by Robb before he left, a punch strong enough to make him unconscious for a day and a night. By the time he woke up and wanted to issue orders, the world might have already turned upside down.
After crossing Riverrun, the Wolf Cavalry's journey was unimpeded, speeding like lightning towards Riverrun.
Ser Steffon Frey followed Robb, somewhat puzzled: "Why do you want me with you? My father has many sons; he doesn't care if I live or die. It's impossible for you to threaten him with me. And those terms you discussed with my father, he couldn't possibly agree to them after what you've done."
Robb rode his horse, holding the spurs: "It doesn't matter. Once I defeat Jaime Lannister and reclaim the Riverlands, then he won't have a choice. As for why I want you to follow me, don't you understand, the heir to the Lordship for sixty years?"
Ser Steffon Frey did not directly answer Robb: "Are you so confident you can defeat Kingslayer?"
Robb looked ahead: "I have never doubted myself."
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