Ser Barristan wiped the dust from his white robes and said disdainfully, "Marquess Walder hoarded taxi soldiers and grain for so long, yet never participated in a single pitched battle. Marquess Walder is more like a merchant than a Lord."
"Plan before acting, that is precisely the Frey's way of survival," Lord Jason sighed, and it was precisely because of this way of survival and wealth accumulation that the Frey's became the foremost great Lords of the Riverlands.
"One person is still missing," Lord Jason said in a low voice.
"Who?"
"bastard Walder. He is Marquess Walder's eldest bastard son, known for his formidable martial arts."
"Search thoroughly, he must be caught," Ser Barristan said in a deep voice.
"I've found him!" Anguy said excitedly. He led a few Gold Cloaks, with a slightly plump middle-aged man under escort, towards Gendry and the others. The captive was not wearing armor, only draped in the Frey Family's distinctive silver-grey robes.
Rosso The Cripple, Marquess Frey's twelfth son, Rosso had served as his father's steward for twelve years. Rosso was a plump man with narrow-set eyes, a pointed beard, and shoulder-length black curly hair. His nickname came from his naturally disabled leg. Disability aside, Rosso was a clever, cunning, and eloquent man.
"Hello, Master Rosso," Anguy said. "You know what we want."
"I know." Rosso The Cripple's face showed a look of fear. He had naturally seen the Frey's heads in the square. "I will provide you with the account books, which are the foundation of the Frey Family: the Frey's wealth, vassals, land, and population."
Ser Barristan was very satisfied with Rosso's answer, as it would make things much easier.
"However, I have more secrets I wish to share with you," Rosso The Cripple said with a humble smile, fawning over Gendry. He naturally recognized the mastermind of the operation, the Victor, The Conqueror, the one everyone was watching. He was truly handsome, but he was also the Frey Family's nightmare.
"Speak here, Rosso." Gendry looked at Rosso The Cripple.
Rosso Frey's smile froze, and he stammered, "It's more urgent information than the Frey Family's ledgers and accounts. I can only speak to the King."
"Right here." Ser Barristan stood not far from Gendry, calmly watching Rosso.
"It's the Frey Family's secret treasury, the wealth our Frey Family has accumulated for hundreds of years. It's somewhere in the dense forest near the Twins. It's at..." Rosso The Cripple said slowly. The Frey Family's secret treasury indeed attracted most people's attention, and this was the opportunity Rosso had been waiting for.
"Die, bloodthirsty demon!" Rosso The Cripple looked at Gendry and suddenly said maliciously, a cold glint in his eyes.
A faint glint shimmered in the sun, and Gendry suddenly felt a chill—the sharpness of an arrow.
In the diagonally front direction of West River Square in the Twins, at the top of a tower dozens of meters away, a grey figure appeared again. The assassin carefully hid in the shadows of the tower, like a stone, unmoving. Now, he had finally waited for his chance. In the cold wind, amidst the successive deaths of the Frey Family, no one knew how long he had waited.
It was probably an opportunistic strike, taking advantage of Rosso The Cripple's capture. This was the Frey's revenge. They not only resembled weasels but were also equally vengeful.
"Bastard Walder?" Lord Jason was greatly startled. By the time they noticed, Bastard Walder's arrow was already speeding towards Gendry, seemingly faster than their alert speed. Ser Barristan quickly raised his round shield, preparing to block the incoming arrow.
Gendry saw the rapidly flying arrow, but he was not overly flustered. He shifted his feet backward; the arrow did not strike him but deeply penetrated the ground.
Gendry noted Bastard Walder's position, snatched a shortspear from a soldier's hand, and then threw it directly. Bastard Walder was not far from him. This was the opportunity Bastard Walder had painstakingly found, and it was also Bastard Walder's death.
"Quickly protect His Grace!" Lord Jason quickly shouted. Anguy immediately stood by his side, alert.
Bastard Walder saw the assassination fail and could not help but sigh in sorrow. With the assassination failed, the Frey Family was truly finished.
"Whoosh!" Bastard Walder heard the sound of the wind and saw the arc of the shortspear cutting through the sky, rushing towards him with exquisite accuracy. Bastard Walder panicked but was directly hit by the shortspear. The shortspear pierced through bastard Walder's chest, blood flowing freely, demonstrating the effect of a thrown javelin.
"Thud!" Bastard Walder's body slid down the tower, dead beyond dead, blood continuing to cover the ground. Bastard Walder's eyes were filled with indignity. He was Walder's eldest Bastard son, with grey hair and a stern expression, also known for his formidable martial arts.
Soldiers rushed over to pull Bastard Walder's body away. Bright red blood flowed on the ground, like a carpet.
"Cut off his head and hang it on a spear," Gendry said.
"Yes."
Gendry looked at "The Cripple" Rosso. Rosso's legs were as soft as cotton. This was his only chance. He had summoned his greatest courage for his family, but fate had not favored him.
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