"Sir, Tywin sending someone here at this time is definitely to humiliate you. Should we just kick him out? " Sandor whispered to Jon.
Jon looked at the group of noble generals in front of him, each with a worried expression.
Especially Hoster, whose name means "black-faced man," is a prime example of his dark complexion after his second trip to the West. Today, he volunteered to lead the first wave of attacks, resulting in over three hundred casualties. He'll likely face a scolding from Old Walder when he gets back.
Unless they can take Casterly Rock.
People like Brynden, on the other hand, believed that they should try to take as much territory as possible from the start, as they wouldn't gain any advantage in Casterly Rock.
If Jon simply dismisses the messenger, it might be detrimental to Shi Qi.
"No need, let him in."
When Adam saw Jon, Loras, and Garlan in the tent —people who were around his age or even younger—he couldn't help but feel contempt. In his mind, these people would never be able to breach Casterly Rock, which was personally guarded by Tywin.
——
They might besiege Casterly Rock for a year or two, but if it goes on for too long, they'll have to leave. Even if they have enough supplies, the Soldiers can't endure a war that lasts forever.
Moreover, the daytime battle had already proven that Jon was helpless against their defenses and had even foolishly chosen a worthless target.
Thinking about this, Jon's reputation on the battlefield no longer felt oppressive to him.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Adam spoke in a disdainful tone, saying to Dao: " Lord Jon, lord of casterly rock..." Lord Tywin told me to tell you that Casterly Rock is not something you can lay a finger on, nor is it something a mere bastard can defile! You've already done quite well to have deceived Sir Daven and entered the Westerlands, but if you don't want to die at Casterly Rock, you'd better retreat as soon as possible. Lord Tywin said that if you're willing to stay in the Westerlands as an earl, he can grant you Casterly Rock as your territory.
As Adam spoke, he quickly glanced at the attendant beside him. If the attendant hadn't been there, he would have been much more polite.
But if he did that, he wouldn't be able to explain himself to Tywin when he got back, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say those offensive things.
Given Jon's current status, he naturally wouldn't be the first to speak out in rebuttal.
"We adults have long been legalized by His Majesty Stannis," Martin said. "But it's Tywin's good son, Kingslayer! He can sleep with his own sister whenever he wants, does he think he's Targaryen?!"
Listening to Martin's remarks, Jon's eyelids twitched slightly. Well said, Martin. Don't say that again.
"I think Tywin and you are both tired of living!" Jon still didn't speak, so Sandor spoke in a sinister tone.
He's now not only Jon's personal bodyguard captain, but also a mouthpiece when necessary. Jon doesn't like being called a "dog," but he thinks this is the time to show his fangs.
Before anyone else could react, Sandor pressed his large, thick hand down on Adam's shoulder.
Adam saw a giant a head taller than himself looking down at him, and instinctively shrank back.
Especially that face, twisted and grotesque from being burned, was so terrifying that just looking at it would give you nightmares for three days straight.
Adam had served in Lannister's army for a long time, so he naturally knew Dao. Sandor, but I've never been this close before.
" Santor," Jon, leaning back in his chair, spoke up, gesturing for him to step back.
Seeing that Jon wasn't an unreasonable person, Adam relented and spoke more respectfully: " Lord Jon, perhaps you are not aware, but Casterly Rock's water supply doesn't come from those few wells or springs. The water there is at most a little sweeter. Casterly Rock's real water comes from the rain bestowed by the gods. Unless you can fly up to the sky and stop the rain, it's impossible for us to die of thirst."
Adam glanced at the others out of the corner of his eye, then lowered his head and remained silent, as if to tell Jon that this was all he had to say.
To everyone's surprise, Jon, sitting at the head of the table, grinned and said, "Hehe, I actually have a way to stop the rain."
"What?" Adam seemed not to have heard clearly, and everyone else looked at Jon with curiosity.
Loras, in particular, scratched his ear, thinking he had misheard.
Melisandre, sitting in the corner, abandoned her statue-like expression and, for the first time, showed a human expression on her face.
"By the way, what's your name?" Jon asked Dao.
"Ah, Adam."
" Adam, do you know Dao? The stronger the fortress in this world, the more likely it is to be breached from within. If you are willing to help me in the future and help me solidify my title as Lord of Casterly Rock, then you will have a place by my side."
"That's impossible, sir. I am a Lannister and I will never kneel before you." Adam said with a serious expression, realizing that Jon was trying to persuade him to surrender.
Jon already knew about Adam through the lurking ravens. But it would be beneath him to engage in a war of words with him now.
"Alright, just remember that my promise is always valid."
Jon casually said "Dao," but not only Adam, but also Brynden and Hoster didn't really believe it.
Intercepting rainwater from the sky?
Are you kidding me?
Even water on the ground is difficult to intercept.
But Jon had no obligation to explain anything to Adam, the messenger, and simply waved him away.
" Jon, Your Grace, do you really have a way to stop the rain from falling?" Brynden, who could no longer sit still, asked Dao.
Jon fought well and avenged his father, and had previously declined the duke's investiture. Therefore, in the eyes of others, he was a good person and did not seem like the kind of guy who talked big.
Even though Loras muttered that Jon was exaggerating, he still looked at him with a hint of expectation. Although he didn't like Jon, he agreed that Jon didn't have the habit of exaggerating.
Maybe he really can stop the rain from falling?
Jon then noticed that even Melisandre's usually expressionless face showed a hint of curiosity.
"Yes, I can, but to stop the rain from the sky, I need a boat on the water," Jon said unintentionally, a line that could almost be sung in a song. He turned to Garlan and asked Dao, " Ser Garlan, Lord Redwyne's fleet should have set sail by now, right?"
"Yes." Garlan nodded. "We'll probably resupply in Highgarden, but we'll be here soon."
"Why do you need a boat to stop the rain? Why is that?" Loras asked Dao like a curious child, though he still didn't quite believe it.