"Erin!" Arya's face changed.

"You name him. The mountain stopped and stared at Arya, "Now that the name has been spoken, someone will definitely die." It's like a proverb, it's like a mantra.

Arya's little face suddenly turned pale.

*

It would have been easy to plunge a sword into Erin's throat. It's easier to stab into the chest, which is larger than a throat, or a cut in the neck, and the splatters of blood will take Erin's life.

But Jaqun couldn't do that.

The Faceless One strikes, and the vanished life is to appear to be a natural death, and there is no doubt about it. Once forced to do so, just like ordinary killers, the person who is killed knows at a glance that he has been murdered, then the Faceless One will leave the place.

Stick a sword into Erin's throat and it will be known that Erin was murdered. This is not the behavior of the Faceless, and their guidelines do not allow it. Unless it's an emergency, or it's an accident.

The name is exported, no matter who the owner of the name is, the prince and the prince will definitely die. - This is the golden sign of the Faceless.

Arya's name is out, and the only thing needed now is time!

Erin climbed the walls of Harrenhal, and when he looked down from above, the lights on the ground were as small as starlight.

Harrenhal, a super-large project in which the King of Heron spent forty years and a total of hundreds of thousands of total labor, can be called one of the wonders of the world.

"Whoever owns Harrenhal will have peace of mind. A voice said from behind Erin. The voice is very charming, and people want to get close to him and make friends when they hear it.

Erin turned back, and in the light of the stars and the torches of the walls, he saw a handsome face, with long, half-red and half-white hair.

"Yes, legend has it that King Heron built this castle with the goal of making it impossible for anyone to storm it. It's just a pity that he met a dragon. Erin laughed. He held the pheasant in his hand and looked out through the observation hole in the pheasant.

Jaqun walked over to Erin's side, and not far away there were two guards talking about women over a fire, and two teams of six patrolling each other. Jakun could knock Erin down, but he didn't smell Erin's wine, and it would seem unconscionable for a good veteran to fall off the wall on his own without drinking.

"Captain Erling, are you drinking?" Jaqun pulled out a wine bag.

Poisoning wine is a good way to kill, but the price, colorless, odorless, and invisible poison is very high, and it is impossible to use it on a small captain of the guard.

Erin took the wine bag, full of affection for Jaqun. He poured a big sip of wine, frowned and said, "It's so sour!"

Jia Kun smiled: "Sir, it's good that our logistics soldiers have something to drink." He took the bag and took a sip, nearly choking on Erin's laughter.

"Is your hair dyed?"

"Yes, sir. Jaqun handed the bag to Erin again.

Erin took a sip, and the second sip felt much better than the first.

"Soldier, you speak the lingua franca of Westeros well, I see you as a mercenary from across the Narrow Sea?"

"Yes, adults have good eyesight. I'm from Rollas, a small place on the other side of the Narrow Sea. I got drunk in the tavern and whistled at a woman with big skins, and then it happened. ”

"Oh, she's in love with you?"

"No, she called three other men, pointed knives at me, and wanted to show me a little color, so I had to kill them all. ”

"Killed all four?"

"Three men, women can warm the bed. Jaquin smiled ambiguously, "Then I was ordered to be pursued by the Archon of Loras, and I fled by boat to Braavos, where I whistled at a young girl with a swordsman by her side. ”

"You killed the swordsman again?"

"Yes. Then I couldn't stay any longer in Braavos, so I came to Westeros. When I got to Westeros, I never whistled in front of beautiful women. ”

"So your swordsmanship must be very good. ”

"It's very ordinary, it's just that I'm relatively unlucky, and I haven't met a real swordsmanship master yet. Jaquin sighed, "Captain Erin, I want to earn a golden dragon for a month, can you help me?"

It turned out that this kid came with the purpose of 'transferring the team', no wonder he appeared on this high city wall, and specially prepared wine.

"You want to be transferred from the logistics team to the guard team?"

"Logistics is not worthy of my sword!" Jia Kun said in a very conceited tone, but he said it very humbly and decently.

"I'll try your sword. Erin placed the wine bag at the mouth of the archery hole, and he pressed his hand to the hilt of his sword, "Come on, let me see how quickly you can draw your sword." ”

He's going to draw his sword with Jaquinbi.

Jia Kun shook his head: "My lord, I started practicing swords at the age of three, small wooden swords, training swords at the age of seven, and being hired to kill people at the age of eleven." ”

"Draw your sword! If you want to earn one golden dragon a month, not seven silver deer. Erin said, "I'd like to see your swordsmanship too." ”

"Alright!" Jacquin said, his hand pressed to the hilt of his sword.

The two drew their swords almost at the same time, and the two guards who were roasting the fire turned their heads to look this way, their eyes wide and their interest was high.

The two of them shot at the same time, the momentum was like a rainbow, and when there was a bang, the two swords struck, the sound was clear, and the sparks splashed, and both of their bodies were shocked. Speed, power, equal!

Erin retreated half a step, Jia Kun also retreated half a step, turned in a circle, and suddenly shouted at the same time, the double swords drew out a silver brilliance, when there was a loud sound, the sword of the northerners was mainly wide and thick, Jia Kun's sword was slightly narrower, but it was also hard to block and slash, and a logistics soldier against the captain of the guard of the Lord of the Demon Mountain, did not lose the slightest momentum and sword move.

Erin is fast, Jaqun is fast, Erin is more attacking, Jaqun is also more attacking, every sword strike is hard-hitting. Erin encounters a strong opponent with almost exactly the same style as him, as if he were practicing his sword in front of a mirror. With the exception of former Prime Minister's captain Jory Kesso, Erin has never met such a strong swordsman.

It was another series of stormy attacks, the two swords exchanged blows, the two of them turned sideways at the same time, their shoulders slammed into each other, and with a loud bang, the two of them separated in a flash, turning into exactly the same two-handed sword holding defensive posture.

Erin slowly put away his sword and said, "How long have you been learning our sword?" The swordsmanship on the other side of the Narrow Sea is different from the swordsmanship of Westeros, and Erin understands a little difference in this regard.

"Half a year!" Jia Kun also returned the sword to the sheath and said.

"What if you use your own original swordsmanship?"

"Maybe you've already lost. ”

Erin was sweating, but he was physically and mentally comfortable, Jia Kun was obviously conceited, but his swordsmanship must have worked hard, and it was indeed very good. Erin didn't think Jaqun could win him with his original swordsmanship.

"Come to my team, I'll tell Lord Magic Mountain, and I'll say hello to the notepad. "Erin likes the politeness of young lads mixed with the conceited temperament. He reached into the archery hole and grabbed the wine bag, drank it with a gulp, and let out a breath of wine, and the sour taste of the wine was no longer felt.

The two squads patrolling the city wall were still stopping to watch, and the sword fight between the two people just now was very enjoyable to watch.

Jaqun grabbed Erin's tossed wine bag and took a sip of it and was gone. He was not reconciled and shook it, but he was not able to conjure wine.

"Do you still want to drink, let's go down, I have good wine there." "Jaqun's swordsmanship impressed Erin with him.

"Good!" Jaquin looked at Erin, who was drinking, and the smile on his face was charming. He did a little bit of trickery with this bag of wine, the sourness disguised everything, and the wine strength will be strong in the future.

The way down from the gate wall is too high, and the road is not short, and there are several steep corners. All it takes is a push behind Erin to make him fall from a high place in the darkness. Well, he still owes Arya two names.

Drinking and stumbling, many alcoholics have this experience. As for falls from heights, there are fewer people who fall and more people who die.

*

A voice sounded in the precipitous corner with a wheezing dissatisfaction: "Erin, you me easy to find!"

Erin and Jaqun, who were chatting, were startled. A figure stood up from the base of the wall, panting, it was none other than Polivier, the knight who was very favored by Lord Magic Mountain.

"What's the matter? Erin said busily.

Polivier was already a knight, and Erin was not. Although Erin is the captain of the guard of the Magic Mountain, his position is below Polivior.

"Lord Moshan is looking for you. ”

"Now?"

"Yes, now!"

"What's the matter with me?"

"I'm not Lord Magic Mountain, how do I know?"

Erin was embarrassed: "Uh, I see, sir. ”

"It's not that you know, it's that you have to come with me now. What are you doing on such a high wall at night?"

"I've never seen such a high wall, so I was curious, so I came up and took a look. ”

"Why can't you come up and see me tomorrow during the day?" Polivier grumbled, angry. He turned sideways and let Erin go ahead.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but please first. ”

"You've been drinking a lot! be careful of falling you, what the hell are you!" Polivier looked at the ground. It was dark and dreary, like an abyss. He reached out and nudged Erin, letting him lean against the wall inside.

Erin didn't care, nor did he care about Polivior's foul language, he knew that Polivier was good at swordsmanship, but he had a problem with his brain.

But suddenly, Polivier's voice was surprised and delighted: "It's you, recruit, it's a coincidence that I met you here, and I'm looking for you everywhere!"

"Looking for me?" said Jaqun in a wary voice.

"Recruit, your hair is beautiful!" Polivier said in a very envious tone, and there was a flattering tone in his tone.

Jaquin was wary, but understated "Thank you, knight, for the compliment." ”

"On our way back, you were in the notepad team, and I saw you for the first time, and I was still smiling at you, don't you remember? I've already figured it out, glue them to the frame, and frame them again. ”

“............”

"Recruit, your face is also very handsome, and your eyes are really good. The first time I saw your eyeballs, I was fascinated, can I dig one out of your eyeballs, soak them in a small wine vat, and take them home so that my wife can also enjoy them. I promise, I'll keep my excitement under control and just dig one out, if you agree. Polivier's tone was eager, full of sincerity.

Thoughts raced through Jakun's mind, and he wondered if his identity had been sensitized, and if so, Jaqun Hegar would have to die. To die means to never use this face and this name again.

Erin laughed, "Don't be afraid, Jacquein, Sir Polivier is joking with you. Erin knew about Polivior's neuroticism and peculiar fetishes, but Jacquen apparently first recognized Polliver.

"I'm not kidding. Polivier swore with a curse, "Recruit, your name is Jacquen, a good name, a wonderful name, more than a hundred times better than my Polivior." Polliver enthusiastically sent his top hat, "Soldier Jaquin, you are perfect in every part except your eyes, your nose, your lips, and your face, and if I could peel off your whole face, I would go bankrupt, even though I only have a few golden dragons." ”

Jia Kun's heart jumped again.

Jaqun could easily peel off this face, but the place where this face would stay was not Polivier's wine vat, but the face wall of the Black and White Courtyard.

"Soldier, you are the perfect angel. The first time I saw you on a horse that day, you mesmerized me. It's the first time I've seen half-red and half-white hair, it's actually on a head, it's such a perfect work of art, will you give me your hair?" Polivier said eagerly. Polivier circled around and then returned to his hair.

Jaquin finally realized that the Polyvier knight was really asking for him, not the vigilance of some powerful person. In the continent of Westeros, there is only one powerful dark organization, named Stranger, and after calming down, Jaquin quickly judged that Polivier would never be a stranger. He breathed a sigh of relief!

"Knight, my hair is like my life. "I love them more than you do." ”

"Uh......" Polivier said in a sudden, dejected tone, "well, recruit, you won't understand my fondness for your hair, so be it, I'll give you a golden dragon!"

"I'm sorry, knight!" Jaquin wondered if such a man was also a knight. By whom was he canonized? Was the man who canonized Polyvo a fool?

A knight is not a viscount, a baron, an earl, a marquis, a knight cannot be inherited from his father, and can only be knighted through the bravery of battle and the perfection of noble character. A knight is a supreme honor and the lowest rank of knight. Some of the sons of nobles inherited their father's barons or marquises, but were not knights.

Every noble child is very eager to become a knight! Their title can be inherited, but the title of knight cannot be obtained, and it can only be obtained by their own efforts.

Although Jaqun clearly rejected all of Polliver's requests, Polliver did not give up.

Although the three of them had already descended to the ground, although the three of them had finally arrived at the gate of the Burning King Tower, although Jaqun had decided to return to the logistics accommodation first and report to Erin tomorrow, despite Erin's repeated obstructions, Polivier still clinged to Jaqun's hair, eyes, nose, face, and mouth, and finally the trend developed towards Jaqun's hands. To tell the truth, under the huge torch at the gate of the Burning King Tower, Jia Kun's hands were really like beautiful jade, and his fingers were slender.

Eventually, Jakun left in disarray, and Polivier followed him, and the night wind whispered Polivior's plea to sleep with Jaqun tonight, leaving Erin, who was standing at the gate of the Burning King's Tower, stunned.