Inside the Storm's End, in a straw shed next to the inner city wall, two rows of knights in chain-plate armor sat around the long table, led by Stannis, whose cheeks were emaciated and sunken, but he never spoke, but listened silently to the chatter around him.

"The loss of two boats would at best sober up that stupid Redwin, but now that they know that our food problem has been resolved, they are likely to change their strategy."

"It's possible, but Storm's Rest Castle's defenses are strong enough to withstand anyone's attack."

"Just our manpower?"

"You may have forgotten that we've been guarding the castle for almost a year."

"Have you forgotten what we're talking about?"

"The walls of Storm's End are tall enough—"

"Our walls are very high, but do you really think this castle was built by magic? Hell, tell me, there's no castle that can't be breached! ”

"Good sirs, we're talking about whether they'll attack the city, not whether they can break the castle."

"Isn't that a problem?"

"I don't think Tyrelll would risk attacking the city, even if we were short on manpower, and he wanted to storm it, and he wouldn't want to attack without thousands of dead and wounded."

"I think the crux of the matter is Robert ......"

……

The scorching sun from the sky dried the land outside, but the meeting room was obscured by a grass hut, and the heat was not felt.

However, even in the shadows, the knights in the armor were still sweating profusely, and even the meeting began to adjourn after a short time.

Then the knights, who had left the table, saw a black-haired boy crouching at the base of the rock wall of the wall at the edge of the hut under the care of a sturdy servant, and the two guards who were supposed to stop people from approaching were standing helplessly.

It was Lan Li, the third young master of the Baratheon family, and there was no one in the castle who didn't know him.

Several knights raised their hands to greet him, others glanced at him and walked away, and some knights curiously asked why he was here.

"There are two nests of ants here."

The boy replied in a dismayed manner: "I find it easy for them to fight each other, as long as I throw a little breadcrumb." ”

The knights who heard this couldn't help laughing, and one of the brown-haired ones even came up and squatted with him to watch it for a while, and then touched the boy's hair and walked away.

No one thought that Lan Li was unreasonable here, and no one doubted the words of the other party.

Until finally Stannis came out.

"You shouldn't be here." He said expressionlessly.

"I'm looking—" Before the boy could finish his words, the other man had already turned his cold gaze to the servant Jomi behind him.

"Take him back to the tower, there is really nothing to do, and tell Cresson to teach him a lesson."

Stannis walked away without giving Lan Li any chance to speak, which made him roll his eyes, and then patted his ass and stood up, "Jommy, let's go." ”

"Okay young master." The servant nodded hurriedly, and then kindly proposed, "I have seen a nest of ants and a nest of wasps at the back door of the kitchen." Let's go there and play, little master, if you want. ”

"We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Lan Li waved his hand and turned around on his short legs and walked in the direction of the tower.

He was just listening to the corner, but he wasn't much interested in ants or anything. The reason for listening to the corner was the same as that of the knights before, fearing that the sudden shipwreck and food supplies would irritate the other party.

It's just that whether he is worried or not doesn't change anything, pretending to see the ants turn out to be dry in their mouths, and he didn't hear much of the harvest, except for hearing one thing-

His brother, Robert Baratheon, joined forces with the Starks of the North, the Tully of the Riverlands, and the Arryn of the Vale to win a battle in a place called Stonetown.

This news seems to be outdated, or was it provided by the smugglers when they first came, and Lan Li didn't know before. He was comforted by this, but he was more looking forward to the news that Robert had killed the royal heir with a hammer.

He remembered the rebellion, and as long as the defeat of the Targaryens was assured, he didn't think that the enemies outside Storm's End would risk attacking the city—who would be on the side of the doomed losers?

"Hopefully it's happened now." Muttering, he was still a little worried about whether the enemies outside the city would suddenly come to attack the city, so he began to think about what he could do if he did attack.

Come to think of it, he doesn't seem to be able to do anything other than rely on the mermaid's breath trait to jump into the sea and escape.

So in the next two days, Lan Li prepared to escape.

However, as time passed, there was no major movement outside the city, except for the occasional horseman or two horsemen riding in the direction of the city gate and shouting loudly.

The atmosphere inside the castle is much stronger than before, the food has been replenished, and the people who had been numb will become more and more active, like withered plants rejuvenated.

Ever since the smugglers returned, it was clear to him that everyone here was smiling more and more, and he was relieved that no one had learned that it had anything to do with him—people didn't like witchcraft in a medieval world right now.

The smugglers have now become popular in the castle. No one knows exactly how they managed to get a boatload of fish, and most people thought it was because they had super good fishing skills.

An old fisherman named Tom the Cripple in the castle began to gather around the butt of a pointy-faced smuggler, hoping to learn the technique, and Lan Li had introduced his daughter, who was a cook in the kitchen, to the young smuggler.

It is obviously impossible for him to learn any skills, but his daughter has already fought with each other, and they are about to talk about marriage.

The servant Jomi was full of anger when he told this, mainly because his youngest son, who worked in the stable, had been on good terms with the daughter, and even he had prepared the taxes that they would have to pay to Baratheon when they got married, but in the end the basket was empty, and even at first Jomi was happy to call the smugglers the great saviors sent by the gods, but now he blushed and sulked at the mention of them.

Lan Li, who has nothing to do with herself, has the mentality of watching the excitement, and has been paying attention to the development of the situation, and has no empathetic emotions, but is quite happy to watch.

……

Ordinary time flies by, daily study of history and writing, eating, hanging out and watching plays, sleeping......

Repeatedly, two months passed in a flash.

The change also came on a somewhat gloomy afternoon in the sky.

The situation inside and outside the castle has been stalemate for a long time, but on this afternoon, the sound of trumpets suddenly sounded outside the city that should have been peaceful, and the melodious whining sound accompanied by the sound of the waves resounded in the ears of everyone in the castle.

"Are you going to take the city?"

"What happened?"

"God forbid!"

With the sound of the horn, figures came out of the buildings in a panic, the kitchen chef, the cook, the steward, the stableman, the steward, the many servants in the castle, the shoemaker, the shaver, and so on.

With the horn roaring, they subconsciously gathered in a courtyard near the tower, hoping to quickly take shelter in the event of disaster.

But the reality is not what they imagined.

Being in a room at the top of the tower, facing the castle gates, Lan Li could clearly see something outside the city.

The enemy camp that surrounded the castle was full of commotion at the moment, and as far as the eye could see, dense black dotted figures appeared from the tent and shuttled back and forth, and finally they formed a defensive formation in front of the camp, as if there were enemy troops.

But in the end, it was not the army, but a group of people, a group of people who looked gray, but only a dozen people on horseback.

They arrived at the besieging army's formation, and after a moment of confronting them, before they knew what they had said, a figure that looked slightly larger stepped out of the formation—

Then he knelt in front of the riders.

"That's the Icewolf Banner of the North, that's Stark!"

There was a voice murmuring behind him, and Lan Li looked sideways, the old bachelor, who had always been steady, was opening his old brown eyes wide at the moment.

"Eddard Stark!" He muttered repeatedly, as if in confirmation, and tears began to well-open his eyes.

"Tyrells knelt down and surrendered to him without resistance, surely your brother Robert succeeded! That's right, it must be. We-" He grabbed Lan Li's arm tightly and laughed excitedly at the boy.

"Kid, we beat the Targaryens!"