The good things that the old master had told the kitchen to prepare weren't very good: a small portion of barley bread, a corner of cheese that was somewhat hard, a shriveled green apple, a small portion of butter-boiled turnips, and a bowl of thick, peculiarly fishy broth.

"What kind of meat is this?" There was a loud question next to him. On the left-hand side, a round-faced fat man in a light yellow shirt was staring at the soup in front of him with his small dark eyes, and his ass was moving restlessly on the bench.

"It's not rat meat again, is it?"

Another thin child with blond-red hair on Lan Li's right hand was holding a dagger and pulling a few peas floating in the thick soup, but when he heard this, he suddenly hesitated, and looked at the old man sitting opposite the longboard table with suspicion.

"It's certainly not rat meat." In the small room, Lady Clison looked at the three chubby and thin boys in front of him with a kind gaze. "There are no rats left in the castle to catch."

The little fat man in yellow comes from the Ismun family of Greenstone Castle, from which the long-dead mother of the three Baratheon brothers came from, and because of his age, he was sent to be a playmate of the Blue Rite a year ago.

Another skinny boy with golden red hair was from the Dondelien family in Black Harbor, and Storm's End happened to be in the city when it was besieged, so naturally there was no way to get out.

They were all vassal sons of the Lord of the Stormlands, House Baratheon, and both were children whom Maester Crisson considered very good. Stemming from the special "loneliness" of Lan Li, during the siege of the city, whenever they have the opportunity, they will create opportunities to get together and play, and this is an example.

However......

"If Young Master Lan Li needs it, I can arrange for you an experienced nun to teach you etiquette at the dinner table."

The two children followed the old bachelor's words and turned their attention to the black-haired boy, and found that the one had withdrawn his gaze from the fat dun beside him, as if he had woken up from a dream, and blinked innocently.

"I'm sorry," he said, sticking out his tongue, "but it looks funny." ”

The coat of arms of the Ismond family is a greener turtle on a green background, which usually attracts his attention, but the reason is naturally not simple at the moment.

It's just that you can't talk to anyone about it.

"I think so too!"

When the little fat man heard this, he immediately patted the family crest embroidered on the chest of his clothes, and said loudly: "They are not only beautiful, but they are also edible!" When the tide is high, you can't finish eating. My grandfather said that as long as we eat too much, sooner or later the sons born will be like them in groups! ”

After that, he suddenly thought of a question, so he turned back sideways, and looked at the boy opposite Lan Li: "Nasty ghost Berry, your family's black harbor must not always thunder, otherwise how could you be the only one?" ”

The family crest of the Dondelion family is a forked purple lightning bolt on a black background, and a few twinkling four-pointed stars.

"That's because my dad died early." The other party rolled his eyes, but didn't pay much attention to him, but stared down at his share of thick soup, frowned and asked, "This soup is not made by mice, what could it be?" ”

"It's cat meat."

Before the old man could speak, Lan Li, who was no longer distracted, replied casually: "The horses and mules in the castle have long been eaten, even the few hunting dogs and eagles raised by my eldest brother are no exception. Master Crisson's crows were no longer visible a while ago, and the group outside refused to let us in even a fly. After all the calculations, there can't be anything else besides the black cats used to catch mice. ”

"Clever." The Bachelor nodded approvingly, and the two children breathed a sigh of relief, and after obtaining the Bachelor's permission, they began to feast.

It's just that Lan Li is not sensitive to this.

He hadn't forgotten that he had touched the cats in the castle not long ago, and because of memories that didn't belong to this world, he was naturally resistant to eating cat meat.

"Can I give this broth of mine to Jomi?"

Jomi is Lan Li's personal servant, and is usually responsible for taking care of his food, clothing, and daily life.

The old bachelor was a little stunned when he heard this, "Why did you give it to him?" ”

"No matter how full I eat, I can't help defend the castle, but Jomi has the ability." Lan Li replied solemnly. Only a child would admit to being a picky eater.

Experience has shown that a hypocritical child can always achieve his goals easily, and this moment is no exception. There are even some "extra gains" on the contrary.

The old man was full of relief at this, and the red-haired blonde Berry Dondelion next to him was even more pensive when he heard this, and then he pushed the soup in front of him away, and stood up, not even planning to eat any other food.

"I'm going to give this of mine to Master Stannis, he'll need them more than we do!"

He declared this, as if he had realized some virtue from Lan Li's words, and his face was full of seriousness, and the bachelor persuaded him for a long time before the fellow reluctantly sat back, bowed his head and reluctantly nibbled on the coarse bread.

"If you don't want to eat it, can you give it all to me?" The little fat man asked expectantly, but no one paid attention to him.

……

Lan Li was hungry, so although some kind of change in his body was deeply appealing to him, it didn't affect him from filling his stomach.

He successfully gave the cat broth out, but he took all the other food. Coarse barley bread, sweet and bitter cheese, and soupy butter-boiled turnips......

Turnips are delicious, this radish is commonly known as kohlrabi in memory, but after processing, it tastes like potatoes, soft and delicious, with a long rhyme, and the faint milky aroma of butter boiled in turnips is accompanied by this long feeling lingering in the nose and mouth, and it refuses to disperse for a long time.

It wasn't until he ate his share of the wilted apple that the long fragrance quietly dissipated from his lips and teeth, making him sigh with some wistfulness.

The lunch did not last long, but the old bachelor left in a hurry because someone summoned him, and he did not return for a long time, and the three children, who were unattended, were a little dazed for a while after eating.

Berry, who looks like a thin bamboo pole, proposes to go to the courtyard to see if there are any knights to train, and Erin the little fat man thinks it is more attractive to play castle games in the Sacred Wood Forest, but Berry thinks that the grimace on the trees in the Divine Wood Forest is terrifying, so he insists on not going.

Lan Li didn't say anything about this, but stared at the green turtle on the front of the little fat man again.

In the eyes of others, the coat of arms embroidered on the robe was normal, but it was a dark green sea turtle lying on a green background, made of dyed silk threads. But in his eyes, this turtle can move!

Originally, it was motionless on all fours, but after the change, it struggled to break free from the seemingly heavy turtle shell on its body, squatting down like a naked villain, the turtle's face was red, leaving a little black mark on the green ground, and then it got into the "clothes" again, and continued to return to the original appearance of lying still on its stomach.

In this way, the normal coat of arms becomes a dark green sea turtle lying on its stomach on a green background, and a small black dot with a mysterious shape next to it.

If you stop observing at this time, then there will be no new changes, but when Lan Li continues to watch, everything that has just happened will be wonderfully repeated.

Crawling, kicking off the shell, crouching, and a second small black dot appears. Indent the turtle shell, crawl, kick off......

The lines embroidered on the placket wriggle and tumble one after another, as if it were a short mime composed of dyes and lines, repeated and bewildered.

Until the little guy who was staring at him was a little uncomfortable.

"I'll invite you to eat turtles on Ismoen Island another day, and I'll do that!" Fat Dun told Lan Li loudly, but he was faced with the other party's inquiring gaze.

"Are you...... Didn't rub your ass? ”

These words made the little fat man stunned, and then his round face quickly turned red, and his voice was not loud, but he became stammering.

"Blind, nonsense! The Ismond family's Erin has always rubbed his ass, don't believe it, don't believe it, you go ask Pate! ”

Pate was one of Erin's servants who took care of Erin's daily life, but in his desperation, the little fat man apparently forgot that his servant was mute.

A fool could tell that he was lying, but Lan Li had no interest in debunking this guy, because his mind had already drifted elsewhere.

Psychic Emblem ......

He thought thoughtfully about his special ability, and didn't speak again for a while.

The little fat man was secretly relieved to see this, but then he found that the thin bamboo pole was squeezing his eyebrows at him, so he glared and shouted: "Nasty ghost Berry, what do you see me doing!" ”

"Don't call me a nasty, you're a nasty."

"Just call, I'll call!"

"Then I'll call you Stinky Ass, Smelly Ass Erin!"

……

They were arguing and shouting, only to find that the black-haired boy, who had been quiet, suddenly turned his head and walked out of the house.

"Lan Li, why are you going?" Seeing this, Thin Bamboo Pole hurriedly asked, and by the way, he got rid of Fat Dun's angry gaze.

"I'm going to head the Wild Sect." The other party replied.