Gavin Wild, the head of Storm's End, was a middle-aged man in his thirties with fluffy brown hair, dressed in boiled leather armor and chunky breeches, who was standing on the edge of the stable, talking to three heavily armed knights.

It's just that when Lan Li ran over with his two friends and his personal servants, they stopped the conversation appropriately.

"Good afternoon, Sir Gavin." Lan Li was the first to speak. I don't know if it's a delusion, he felt that the other party's blue eyes were a little wary when they looked at his group, and the three knights also nodded and turned away.

Berry and Erin also greeted the head of the sect, and the other replied politely, and asked what they meant.

So the thin bamboo pole couldn't wait to open his mouth.

"We want to ask you about the way of knighthood!"

Before this sentence could be answered, Fat Dun Erin hurriedly said loudly: "And the coat of arms, Master Clison never told us about a coat of arms that was divided into four petals like this!" ”

In fact, the old bachelor taught this, but he never ran to listen to the lecture - this guy first studied with Lan Li for a while, and then he lied about a headache and stopped doing it.

Lan Li didn't speak, because everything he wanted to say had already been said. So he simply didn't say a word, and looked up at the heraldic emblem embroidered on the chest of the Wilder Sect.

Despite being a retainer of House Baratheon, Gavin Wild was of noble origin, unlike his servants, so he was able to keep his personal coat of arms and his own, the four teal maelsel on a golden background.

"Knights? Crest? Hearing this, the middle-aged sect head rubbed his cheeks and said vaguely: "The rule is that you will only be allowed to contact the preliminary knight training after the age of seven, so boys, where to go back and forth, it's not time yet." As for heraldry? Seven Layers of Hell, it's the first time I've heard someone come to me and ask me about this! ”

His voice was a little impatient, and after speaking, he seemed to want to turn his head and leave, so Lan Li opened his mouth appropriately and asked, "Then why is it you?" ”

"What?" The head of the sect stopped, then looked down at him.

Although they were both children, it was obviously impossible for him to turn a blind eye to Lan Li's problems like he did to ignore the other two.

"Master Crisson said that the head of the castle who is responsible for training knights is usually an experienced old knight." Lan Li blinked and said, the expression on her little face fully indicated the meaning of the word in Tong Yan Wuji's memory, "But you look so young." ”

"That's because I personally defeated three experienced knights like you say!" There was no shortage of middle-aged sect leaders who replied proudly.

"Ser Tytos Swain of Stonehelms, Morton Cullen of Nightsong City, and Sedek Storm, the bastard of Bronzegate. They are skillful, but my sword is better than theirs! ”

"I know the bastard Sidek." Hearing this, Thin Bamboo Pole's face was full of surprise: "He once fought three Dorne bandits alone in the frontier and killed them, you can actually defeat him?" ”。

"He's a tough guy, but yes, yes, I beat him." The head of the sect waved his hand, looking unimpressed.

"How did you defeat him? I met him, and at a jousting tournament in Cen Shu Tan, he ...... at the time"

Lan Li had already ignored their conversation, because the close contact with the middle-aged sect leader had made the already strong and unique fragrance a little tangy, especially when this person's mouth opened and closed to speak.

This naturally added to his desire to find out, but he had studied this for a long time in the past, but he never had a clue, so now he directly focused on his newly acquired ability - the look of looking up and staring at the other person's chest was like listening intently.

At first, his gaze did not happen, but when four or five seconds passed, the surrounding environment suddenly became a little illusory and hazy, and even the sound of conversation seemed much weaker. It seems that without a sound, a special passage has been built between the coat of arms and the blue ceremony.

With the formation of this "channel", the originally static vortex pattern gradually changed, faintly, the four vortices rotated as if alive, and quickly drilled towards the separation point in the center of the heraldry, the blue-green color mixed and stirred, and finally all the dye colors that made up the vortex disappeared, leaving only a blank golden heraldic bottom in place.

The conversation continued, and Berry Dondelion, who aspired to become a knight, was very interested in the middle-aged head of the castle who was responsible for teaching martial arts, and the questions continued one after another.

And the fat dun Erin on the side was not to be outdone, but he was not as old as Berry, and he might not have paid much attention to knights in the past, so naturally he couldn't ask some questions that seemed very profound to him, so he simply interjected frequently on the topic of heraldry.

"Why the whirlpool?"

"Maybe the gods in heaven will know why, you see, boy, the Wilds were an ancient family before Aegon's conquest."

"Then why the four whirlpools?"

"Because I'm the fourth in the family."

"How did it get to the clothes?"

"This ...... With a needle and thread? Or a wood machine? That's it. Boy, stop asking me questions like that, do I look like a bachelor? ”

"Could that be a painting?"

"Draw it? How is this possible!? ”

"I've heard that the Dornites are very good at drawing things on clothes."

"The Dornes are also good at sheep." The head sneered, then waved his hand.

"Okay boys, that's the end of it, you should understand that I'm not an idler."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving behind two little ones who were surprised by his words, and a thoughtful dark-haired boy.

"The Dornites sheep?" Fat Dun stared at the back of the middle-aged sect leader with wide eyes, and the expression on his face seemed to have discovered some new continent.

Although he is still young, people in this world are generally precocious, and some things are slightly understood, if not fully understood.

"Why would they do that?"

"Why are there so many, the Dornish do everything, they can do anything." The territory is on the frontier of the Stormlands, and Dondelion, who is a neighbor of Dorne, has more say in this, and when it comes to the people of Dorne, he also has a look of resentment and contempt.

Among the Seven Kingdoms (formerly known in ancient times), Stormlands and Dorne have always had a feud, and some nobles in the Stormlands Frontier are even more powerful with Dorne.

In recent years, the two sides have eased up, but in the past, especially when the Seven Kingdoms were not unified and were still six countries, there were countless tragedies in the frontiers.

It's not hard to imagine how they usually denigrate each other.

"Dorne is so hot, could there be sheep?" Lan Li, who came back to his senses, kindly reminded the friends.

He couldn't help but yawn as he spoke, and his voice was a little muffled, but it didn't prevent the two children from understanding what he was saying.

"Yes, Dorne is a desert, alas, no grass grows at all, what do sheep eat?" Fat Dun came back to his senses and looked at Berry with a suspicious gaze, as if questioning what he had just done not know and pretending to understand.

"This ...... Who cares about such a boring question. "The skinny bamboo pole blushed a little. He didn't really think about it, and when he heard about the Dorn, he subconsciously began to pour dirty water on them.

"And the sheep have so much hair, and when they stand on the sand, they will die of heat." Fat Dun dwelled on this issue.

"Maybe they'll complain about their Dorne master before they die. Why do you raise me? Don't you know that I don't eat sand? Did you mean to-"

"Can you shut up!"

"Deliberately raised me in the sand so that it would be convenient to frame me?"

……

Children just talk a lot.

Lan Li listened to their argument as she took the lead in the direction of the tower.

The head of the sect is gone, and he naturally can't continue to observe, but maybe because he has activated this ability several times in a short period of time, he actually feels a little sleepy right now.

However, although his attention could not help but diverge, and his body instinctively wanted to lie down and rest for a while, he still tried to lift his mind to ponder the phenomenon, or omen, he had just seen.

Four vanishing vortices?

disappeared, or rather, drilled out......

What does this mean?

Along the way, Lan Li kept thinking, and her little face wrinkled.

He wasn't disappointed that he hadn't achieved what he had hoped to achieve, as he had been able to take it with a calm mind after many previous encounters without any clues.

However, it's not really fruitless......

Thinking about everything he had seen before, and considering the current situation in the castle, a trace of doubt flashed in Lan Li's eyes.

So when he returned to the tower, he wrote a line on the shredded parchment he usually used to practice in an unfamiliar way, and then summoned the short servant who followed him, and whispered, "Jommie, help me hand it to Master Clixon." ”