This was Lynd's first time officiating a wedding.
Everyone in the camp set up a simple wedding altar, and most of the people in the camp gathered there to watch the ceremony.
Lynd stood on the altar, flanked by temporary representations of the Father and the Mother.
Then, under the guidance of the Black Harbor maester, he completed rituals such as prayer, vows, and hymns, and then had the kneeling couple exchange cloaks and recite their marital vows.
"In the presence of the Gods and men, I, Linde Terra, in the name of the Chosen of the Seven, solemnly declare that Rossos of the Terra Family and Obara of the Veil Family are united as husband and wife.
From this day forward, you are one body, one mind, one soul, forever and ever.
Any who interfere with your marriage shall be mercilessly cursed."
As Lynd read the wedding vows, Obara, who had been nervous, finally relaxed, while Rossos appeared extremely emotional.
His excitement was not only because he was marrying a future Countess but also because Lynd had granted him the Terra surname, officially accepting him as a member of the Terra Family, which also gave him confidence in front of his wife in the future.
After completing the wedding, Lynd did not attend the simple wedding banquet set up in the camp.
Instead, he walked over to Rosso Brun, who had just finished discussing the ambush with the Wildling King.
At this moment, Roso looked somewhat enviously at his colleague, who was surrounded by people and receiving blessings.
After all, the other party's status was now incomparable; perhaps in the future, he would have to address him as "Lord."
"Are you very envious?" Lynd walked up to Roso and asked.
"A little," Roso answered truthfully, but then added, "Even if I had been there, and Obara of the Veil Family had chosen me, I probably wouldn't have agreed."
"Why?" Lynd asked, somewhat surprised.
"Because that's not what I want," Roso shook his head and said, "Although Rossos's status has leaped to that of a true noble, he can't advance any further, and if he and Obena Weir have children in the future, the children will only bear the Veil surname.
Rossos cannot establish any inherited family."
"It's good that you can see this point; keep it up, and don't be swayed by immediate gains," Lynd patted Roso's shoulder and said, "Also, don't worry, there will be opportunities in the future."
"Understood, Lord," Roso nodded in response.
"How are things over there?" Lynd turned back to the main topic and asked.
"Everything has been settled," Roso replied, "He will send someone to take us to the other side tomorrow morning, arrange our ambush location in advance, avoid the pre-inspection by Weil City's garrison soldiers, and when night falls, they will conduct the handover there.
Then, we'll wait for his signal and attack those Weil City garrison soldiers."
Lynd nodded, waved to Jon, and had him bring over the bag prepared in the tent.
Then he threw the bag to Roso and said, "Come on, follow me to meet the warriors you'll be leading this time."
Roso weighed the bag, finding it heavy, and from the feel, he could tell it probably contained money.
However, he didn't open it immediately.
Instead, he followed behind Lynd, wondering, "Aren't I leading the cavalry in the camp?"
Lynd said in a deep voice, "Of course not.
Besides you, none of the rest of us will directly interfere with the ambush of the Weil City lord."
Roso did not continue to ask, silently following behind Lynd.
From his habitual act of taking out a small knife to peel an apple, it could be seen that his inner self was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.
The two quickly left the village camp, then passed through Bone Road, entering a dense forest on the west side of Bone Road.
After walking for a while longer, they finally arrived at an open space at the foot of a cliff.
At this moment, the open space was already filled with people.
These individuals were all wearing the clothes of Lynd's soldiers, and from the bulkiness of the clothing, it seemed they had simply put them on over their other clothes, with their heads wrapped in hoods and cloth, making their faces indistinguishable.
When Lynd and Roso appeared, everyone alertly drew their weapons and looked over.
When they saw Lynd, they immediately relaxed, then all knelt on the ground, expressing their reverence for Lynd in a Wildling language that Roso did not understand.
At this moment, Glory, who had been missing from Lynd's side for several days, appeared from nowhere, sidled up to Lynd, and rubbed his head against Lynd's arm.
Lynd also reached out and stroked Glory's head, satisfying Glory's needs.
The observant Roso could see that these kneeling people were all simply disguised Wildling warriors.
A rough count suggested there were around a thousand of them, and from their physiques, it was clear that they were all elite warriors from the Savage Tribes.
The eyes of these kneeling Wildling warriors were filled with adoration when they looked at Lynd, and with fear when they looked at Glory.
"Rise!" Lynd said to these Wildling warriors after stroking Glory's head a few times.
Under the translation of the leading Wildling warriors, everyone stood up, and those leading Wildlings also walked up to Lynd, bowed, and said, "Great Godsworn, Sans has selected the most elite warriors from each tribe to obey your command."
Lynd frowned and asked, "After these people were selected, did it affect the war over there?"
"Please rest assured, with the assistance of the Holy Beast, the war over there has ended very easily, and our losses were minimal.
Moreover, we have incorporated the warriors from those few tribes, so our overall strength has not only not weakened but has increased significantly," Sans, who was fluent in the common tongue, explained to Lynd on behalf of the others, his tone extremely respectful.
"Now the chiefs have personally led the tribal warriors and are waiting for your orders in the Deer Herd Forest, ready to attack the Stone Mountain Tribe in the valley at any time."
Lynd nodded, then looked at Glory, giving the subsequent command.
Glory, upon receiving the order, bumped Lynd with his head in dissatisfaction, growled a few times at Lynd, and then turned and walked into the shadows of the forest, disappearing from everyone's sight.
"He is the commander of this operation.
All your subsequent actions must follow his command, without any mistakes, understand?" Lynd pointed at Roso and said very seriously to the few individuals.
The few immediately turned to bow to Roso and swore that they would obey Roso's command.
Afterward, Lynd carefully explained his plan to Roso and the few Wildling warrior chiefs, and also clarified some crucial points.
Only after confirming that they all understood did he turn and leave.
Not long after Lynd left, Roso led the simply re-equipped Wildling warriors away from the open space and hurried towards the location he and the Wildling King had agreed upon.
Time quickly passed another day.
Lynd spent the entire day dealing with the issue of port site selection, as if he had already forgotten about a crucial ambush taking place on the other side of the Veil River.
Compared to Lynd's calmness, Obara, the bride, seemed somewhat anxious and uneasy, as this concerned whether she could inherit the title and territory of Weil City.
Although the person to be ambushed tonight was her biological father, it was difficult for her to feel any affection for Hylan Veil.
Over the past decade or so, the times they had met were countable on one's fingers.
To her, he was just a stranger, and this stranger's illegitimate son had brought her two years of suffering, which made it even harder for her to develop a father-daughter bond with Hylan Veil.
"Lord, is there any news?" Obara, accompanied by Rossos, came to Lynd's tent for the third time, inquiring about the situation.
Lynd ignored Obara's question, still reading the authorization document drafted by Jon quickly with his head down.
Then he handed it to the stonemason master waiting nearby and instructed Jon to take a team of people with the stonemason master to that fishing village tomorrow to discuss relocation matters with the village chief.
A suitable location for building a port was not difficult to find.
There was a natural harbor at the mouth of the Veil River, very suitable for building a port, and not far from this harbor was a quarry.
If they chose to build a port city here, materials could be directly transported from the quarry, eliminating the need to spend a lot of effort and money on procuring stone from elsewhere.
The only problem was that this harbor was already occupied by a fishing village.
For this, Lynd could only relocate them elsewhere, or, following the practice of his previous life, hire them to build the port city.
Once the port city was built, they would be directly incorporated into the port city's residents, given houses, hired for positions in the port city, and so on.
He believed that under such generous conditions, even the most foolish person would know how to choose.
After finishing the matters at hand, Lynd looked at Obara and Rossos, who had been standing quietly aside for a long time, and said, "Lady Obara, you don't need to worry.
Regardless of whether things go smoothly, you will return to Weil City and appear in the castle as Weil City's sole heir.
With my support then, you will smoothly become the Lord of Weil City, so please calm down.
If there's nothing else, I think you two should return to your tent and do what needs to be done; it would be best if you could become pregnant this year."
Having received Lynd's renewed assurance, Obara relaxed a little and said nothing more, turning and leaving the tent with Rossos.
Nameria watched the newlywed couple leave and said, "After just one day, Rossos is completely under her thumb.
It looks like Rossos is in for a hard time in the future."
Lynd smiled and said, "Under her thumb?
Rossos is not as simple as you see him.
It's not certain who will control whom in the end."
Nameria suddenly raised an eyebrow and said to Lynd, "You just told them to go back to their tent and do what needs to be done.
I think we should also go and do what needs to be done, and I also want to get pregnant this year."
Lynd couldn't help but smile at her words, cooperatively put away the documents on the table, stood up, and returned to the tent with Nameria.
Meanwhile, on the south bank of the Veil River, in a small valley about thirty leagues from Lynd's village camp, a fierce battle had just ended.
A group of Wildlings dressed in animal skins were chasing and hunting down the fleeing Weil City garrison soldiers.
However, if one looked closely, they would find that their method of pursuit was somewhat strange; rather than chasing to kill, it was more like herding.
Compared to the Weil City garrison soldiers who fled, far more of them died in the valley; a rough count put the number at over six or seven hundred.
Near the entrance of the valley, there were some wagons loaded with goods parked.
Next to the wagons, the Wildling King stood before the corpse of Hylan Veil, surrounded by the bodies of knights and Wildling warriors.
From the wounds on the bodies, it was clear how fierce the battle had been.
Although half of Hylan Veil's head, now a corpse, was smashed, the remaining half still showed his surprised expression before death.
Clearly, he had not expected his illegitimate son to suddenly launch a fatal attack on him until his dying breath.
The Wildling King stood beside the corpse, panting, his specialized leather armor having several cuts in very lethal places.
Fortunately, a thin layer of iron plate beneath the leather armor had blocked these attacks, preventing him from sustaining any injuries.
Although his long-awaited revenge was now complete, he felt no joy, because the people gathered around him were not the Earl of Summerhall's army he had seen before, but a group of Wildling warriors, and from the language these Wildlings used, it was clear they were all from the Red Guard Clan tribes.
"Sans, Bador, is that you?" By the light of the torch, the Wildling King clearly saw the faces of the two leading Wildling chiefs, and his expression darkened.
"Hamil, congratulations, you've finally avenged your foolish mother!" Bador, with half white hair, looked at the Wildling King, then lowered his head to look at the human skin undergarment he had just stripped from Hylan Veil's body, and said with deep sadness in his eyes, "Clearly a Wildling, yet she dreamed of becoming a noble outside the mountains, and as a result, she was skinned and made into leather clothing.
She was a foolish woman."
Undoubtedly, this Bador must have had some relationship with the Wildling King's mother.
"Now is not the time to grieve for your old lover," Sans pushed his companion away, looked at the Wildling King, and said, "Hamil, you don't need to return to the Red Mountains anymore.
The tribes you abandoned have all been dealt with by us, and the Stone Mountain Tribe you left in that valley should have disappeared by now.
There's no place for you in the Red Mountains anymore."
Upon hearing Sans's words, the Wildling King's breathing immediately became much heavier, and he gripped the spiked club in his hand, looking as if he was prepared to fight to the death.
However, the enemies in front of him had no intention of attacking him.
Then he saw Roso walk through the crowd and stand in front of the Wildling King.
"Is the Godsworn also going to betray his oath?" the Wildling King questioned.
"The Earl will not betray his oath; he has kept his oath and helped you get your revenge," Roso, covered in blood, looked coldly at the cornered Wildling King.
He wanted to deal with him immediately, but he ultimately held back, not daring to disobey Lynd's command.
He took out the bag Lynd had given him yesterday, threw it at the Wildling King's feet, and said, "Inside are four hundred gold dragons, the Earl's relocation fee for you.
With this money, you can live a prosperous life in any city."
After speaking, he raised his hand and made a gesture, and the surrounding Wildlings made way for him.
The Wildling King stood still for a long time, then bent down and picked up the bag from the ground.
With his other hand holding the leather clothing made from his mother's skin, he turned and walked out of the encirclement, disappearing into the darkness of the valley.
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