The sound of the march of the army was loud, and the footsteps of the march into the city alone were comparable to the beating of war drums.

The gates of the castle, which had been closed for a year, were now wide open, and the narrow army was slowly entering the castle like a long prostrate snake.

At the front was a group of heavily armed knights on horseback, who passed through the gate under the steel gates, wearing capes with various coats of arms, horse heads, iron fists, buckets, and crossed axes.

But the most conspicuous thing is the wolf, the ice wolf.

The army from the north entered the Storm's Rest Castle under the leadership of the Wolf Banner, but the enemy army outside the city, which had been surrounded for a year, retreated in dismay.

The crisis was lifted, and a grand feast ensued, in which the arrival of the northerners not only relieved the siege of the castle, but also brought with it cartloads of axle loads, whole pigs, turnips, carrots, steers, cheese, bacon, and dried meat......

There were too many people, and at first Lan Li was confined to the tower and not allowed to go out, but when the banquet began, it was naturally impossible for him, the third young master of the Baratheon family, to be absent.

However, Lan Li didn't feel honored or anything, he felt that the banquet was very noisy.

Or rather, it's too noisy.

The hall on the ground floor of Storm's Rest tower, which was empty enough to accommodate a few hundred people, was now largely occupied. As far as the eye could see, long tables and benches were set around, servants were shuttling through dense crowds, and food was served in an endless stream.

A crowded hall is enough to make a dense phobia uncomfortable, and if you don't plug your ears, the constant mix of boasting, laughing, slapping tables, and even yelling can drive people crazy.

When the northerners entered the city, they wore armor and were majestic, but at this time, they were noisy and arrogant. It seems that everyone is bragging to the people around them about how brave they are in the war, and how rich their achievements are.

Lan Li even saw a bearded man with a big waist banging the table bare-chested and laughing, and the reason he laughed was because someone next to him claimed that he had kicked a southern mongrel's dick on the battlefield.

"He looks horrible." Berry, who was sitting next to him, muttered next to Lan Li, "What like a lord?" ”

"Judging by the coat of arms, he should be the patriarch of the Wauer family in the north." Lan Li said absentmindedly: "Or it should be called the Wuer clan, they are one of the northern mountain clans. ”

"What is a mountain clan?" The fat dun on the other side asked curiously.

Lan Li ignored his childish question, and kept looking at the other group not far from the bare-chested beard.

At this time, Lan Li and his friends were sitting at a long table under the banquet chief, and the table of people he saw was not far from his lower left corner, and there were three tables of northerners in the shadows, but Lan Li could still see the target through the gap in their heads.

It was a thin, short young man, who, unlike the other northerners, was still dressed in a somewhat faded sleeveless bronze scale armor, and he did not make any exaggerated body movements when talking to his fellow tablemates, but seemed very quiet.

The hustle and bustle of the banquet hall should have obscured the senses, but as Lan Li stared closely, it didn't take long for him to look over, as if sensing his gaze.

But when he saw that he was only a child, the emaciated short man didn't pay much attention, and after smiling gently at him from afar, he turned his head back.

Lan Li stood up instead, ready to walk up and take a closer look.

Unfortunately, he didn't notice that the two of them were whispering something at the head of the banquet at the moment, and then pointed at him a few times.

As soon as the boy stepped out of the narrow gap in the bench, a faint greeting came from there: "Lan Li, come and meet our Lord Stark." ”

He followed the prestige, and his brother Stannis was nodding at him. Secretly pursed his lips, but Lan Li walked over without resistance.

Although the host of this room was Stannis, who sat in the chief center, the young man with dark brown hair next to him was the focus of the banquet.

The young man looked to be in his twenties, wearing a brown wool shirt embroidered with the Icewolf's family crest with silver thread, a straight waist, and the facial features on his long face were not outstanding, except for those gray eyes, which were a little brilliant when looked close, but they were affected by the seriousness that filled them, which made him look a little cold.

At this time, this person frowned, as if some worry was pestering him, but after Lan Li stepped forward to pay his respects, he still reluctantly smiled.

"Robert told me that his little brother looked very similar to him when he was a child, and now it seems that he really didn't lie."

"My brother once said that Ed never likes to laugh, but it's as refreshing to laugh as if the snow has melted in winter." The boy's serious words made the person concerned laugh, and the people in the north who were watching this side also laughed.

Only Stannis, who was sitting next to Stark, and the old maester standing behind him did not smile.

The former's personality has always been like this, and he never seems to know what it is to be happy, and he has always kept a straight face during the banquet. The latter, accustomed to the boy's rhetoric, shook his head helplessly.

However, this was only a small episode in the banquet, and after a short conversation, Lan Li returned to his place, and then subconsciously looked at the short man who seemed very strange to him again.

It's a pity that after just such a while, the figure of that person is no longer visible.

"Zedi people...... "The badge he had seen before flashed in his mind, and Lan Li was thoughtful.

The Zedes are a group of people who live in swamps, and they live in the Neck, which is the watershed between the north and south of Westeros, or the gateway to the whole north, which is full of rotting mire, both light and dark, and very difficult to walk.

But the only way to get into the north is to go through that place, or simply by water.

The reason why he cared so much about the little man was simple, there was a scent on the other party.

It smells like a book, but it smells a little burnt.

The smell was smelled by him as soon as the cavalry entered the city, but it was not until the banquet began that he was sure who the specific target was.

Lan Li, who had had an experience once, didn't think that this fragrance was coming from the other party's body this time, but it might be something on his body, but unfortunately he didn't give him a chance to observe it up close, and the other party disappeared.

However, it was actually easy to find him, and he could do it directly by following the scent, but after Lan Li thought about it, he didn't act rashly - now that there were many people, he was going to wait until the banquet was over.

So he turned his attention to the Chief Stark.

Whether it's his impressions of Westeros in his past life or now, Eddard Stark is a very important person.

The young Duke of the North and Robert Baratheon, Duke of Stormlands, grew up as adopted sons in the Vale, and their relationship was like brothers, if not closer than brothers.

Stark's sister was once engaged to Robert, but the wolf girl was later taken by Prince Rhaegar of House Targaryen, and war broke out.

The rebels began with the North, the Stormlands and the Vales, then the Riverlands, and finally the West and the Iron Islands, bringing to an end the Targaryen dynasty, which had lasted for nearly three hundred years.

Now that the war is almost over, and the capital King's Landing has heard that it has been occupied by rebels, he still looks sad, and it is clear that something is bothering him.

Embarrassment, don't understand anything, Snow?

Lan Li's name flashed in his mind, but before he could think about it more, the fat dun next to him, who was originally gnawing on a burnt yellow steer, secretly poked him and whispered: "Lan Li, look, that fat man is watching you." ”

Fatso?

Lan Li looked at the little chubby dun in front of him strangely, and then followed the other party's gaze.

A handsome young man with short curly brown hair was sitting in the corner of the banquet at this time, looking sneakily in this direction.

When Lan Li looked away, the other party subconsciously withdrew his gaze, but immediately shifted back, and then smiled at him.

It's not fat.

Lan Li subconsciously flashed this thought, but then he saw a gold thread rose embroidered on the front of the other party's green velvet shirt.

The Tyrells of Riverland?

He was a little puzzled.

How did the enemy, who had surrounded them for a year, now run into the castle and swagger to the banquet to celebrate victory?