When Maester Clerson had finished talking with the people, and climbed up the stone ladder out of breath, Lan Li had already left the bedroom and waited at the Bachelor's quarters, which was not far from his room, and he was no longer dressed in pajamas, but dressed in formal clothes—

The black wool pants were cut half a year ago, and they were a little too small to wear, so that when he got up to greet him, he unconsciously showed a little ankle.

Mr. Clerson didn't notice this, but instead he praised the boy's velvet shirt for fitting well, but the color selection was not suitable, the color was the same as the trousers, and the short hair was as black as ink, and the whole body was black, and he looked even thinner.

"It's impossible to find fault with being able to get dressed yourself without having to trouble your servants. But don't forget, child, that you are not yet five years old, and that it is right to take proper help and advice from servants. ”

The Bachelor ended his greeting with these words, and then sat down beside a small partitioned table by the window in his arms, holding a heavy parchment.

Lan Li then sat across from him, his clear eyes glancing curiously at the books that the other party had spread out on the table, and then blinked.

"It's a heraldic ...... again."

"It is to learn the family history of the nobles, to distinguish the lingua franca vocabulary, and to understand the coats of arms of the lords and lords by the way." The old scholar replied, and his age-stained hand turned the book to a certain page in the back, carefully smoothing out the folds of the page, and he began to teach in earnest.

The layout of the rooms in the tower is basically the same, except that the windows of Master Clisson's room are larger than those in the Blue Rite bedroom, and the abundant sunlight shines through the windows on the sides of the two of them, and the small but delicate black lingua franca characters on the surface of the old yellow parchment pages seem to have a sacred aura, which is accentuated by the carefully painted heraldic motifs in the upper left corner or in the center of the page.

The children's voices were pure and pleasant, the old man's words were kind and steady, and there was no noise in the room except for the voices of the old and the young. Silent metal utensils and messy glass jars are quietly dotted around, and a half-open black parchment book is placed on a desk not far away, and a quill is inserted in an inkwell, which emits a unique smell that makes Lan Li faintly have the illusion that it seems to be some kind of mountain and sea delicacies.

There used to be a group of black ravens here, and they were very noisy, but as the siege unfolded, most of them had been released to ask for help, and the few who had not been released gradually disappeared.

Lan Li guessed that the old bachelor might have funded them all to the fat chefs in the city—there was always a smell of guano at lunch lately.

It is worth mentioning that there is currently no breakfast or dinner in Storm's End, food is scarce, and everyone in the area only has one meal to eat.

"A silver seahorse on a seagreen bottom."

"The Valerian family of Tidehead."

"Family motto."

"Ancient, true, brave."

"Their History."

"Originating from the extinct Valyrian Fortress of Liberty, it was once an ally of the Dragon Riders, the Targaryens, and migrated to Westeros with the Targaryens...... The best of the Valerian family was Count Coris Valerian, known as the Sea Serpent two hundred years ago, and his fleet sailed to the ...... of the known world."

……

Maester Clison was already an old man in his sixties, but his body still looked strong, only the back of the gray wool robe was slightly rickety, but this did not affect his spirit, and when he spoke, his gray-brown eyes seemed to be full of wisdom.

With each page, the old bachelor would first speak and explain, and then ask Lan Li to repeat what he had just said.

Lan Li didn't think he was very smart, but he had the mind of an adult, so he learned these things relatively quickly. At the same time, he didn't know if it was an illusion, he always felt that his memory was exceptionally good today, and even the expression of the old man opposite him became more and more satisfied.

"I should have suggested that Robert send you to study in Old Town, yes, I should have done so, if he was here. Kid, you were born to be a bachelor, and you even have the opportunity to become a doctor! ”

Lan Li had no interest in being a medieval doctor, especially since he also knew that scholars in the school city were not allowed to marry and have children, so he didn't take the stubble, but instead pointed to a dead brown deer hanging from a crossbar in the book and changed the subject.

"Does this Hunter family have a grudge against us?" The clear voice characteristic of a young child is full of doubt.

"Why do you say that?" The old bachelor asked strangely, and only after saying that, he looked at the coat of arms before he reacted, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

"It's just a coincidence, besides, the deer of Baratheon's house is black, not brown."

Lan Li sighed, and then suddenly asked, "What about the black dragon and the red dragon?" ”

"Black dragons and red dragons?"

"Three dragons, one black and one red, the red is the coat of arms of the Targaryens, I know. Which family is black? ”

This question made the old bachelor stunned.

"Three-headed black dragon?"

"Yes, the three-headed black dragon on a red background."

"It was the coat of arms of the Blackfire family, designed by a noble bastard, taken from the inversion of the coat of arms of the House of Targaryen. But the last of the Black Flames had died 21 years earlier on the Stone Steps, where the Guards, the intrepid Sir of Palestine had killed him with his own hands. ”

The old bachelor asked strangely, "There is no record of the Blackfire family in this book, where did you see this coat of arms?" ”

"I can't remember which book I saw it."

"It's not a good habit to lie, kid, you have to tell the truth."

"I'm telling the truth." It's hard for a four-year-old child to be as skilled at fooling people as Lan Li, and he looks serious. However, Bachelor Crisson, who knew something about his character, was not blindfolded.

"I don't think there's a book in this castle that I haven't read, kid." He emphasized: "And those who are not surprised that none of the Black Fire families have been recorded. ”

The Bachelor's expression was meaningful, but it was a pity that his words did not show the boy's feet.

"Well, Master Clisson, I'll confess, I remember which one." Lan Li bowed his head, as if full of shame: "But it was the book in Stannis's room, he didn't know, I sneaked in." ”

As he spoke, he added a little "timidly": "Master Clisson, you must not tell him that he has such a bad temper......

"Call the second brother, child."

The old bachelor corrected, "Stannis is your second brother, and his temper is not really bad, he is just- just a little bad at words, yes, it is like this." ”

Stannis, the second son of House Baratheon, was a withdrawn man, the most indifferent of the three brothers, and no one dared to approach his room except for the attendants, and the old bachelor was no exception.

So the topic of lying has been skimmed.

However, Lan Li was not complacent about this, but seemed a little absent-minded in the following teaching because of the information he had just learned.

Why did he dream of a war between the red dragon and the black dragon, and then be killed by a black fire that had died in history for a long time?

He wondered.

Or rather, why did you dream that you would become another person and be killed by a knight of the Black Fire Family?

He had never known about the Blackfire family, and the prophetic prescinations about the current world were only vague impressions in his mind, and there was no such thing as a blackfire in them.

How can you dream if you don't know anything?

And it's not once......

"What's the motto of the Lannisters of the West?"

The tone of the question from the other side was normal, and it didn't make Lan Li much more vigilant, so he subconsciously replied, "The Lannisters are in debt—"

Halfway through the sentence, he couldn't go on, and blinked, and the boy looked a little innocent: "Listen to me roar? ”

"In the school, many apprentices have fallen into this trap. They always want to find some more in-depth knowledge from books, but they don't bother to memorize the superficial common sense. ”

Lan Li was a little embarrassed when he heard this, but the old bachelor didn't delve into this, but waved his hand.

"The siege has deprived us of news from the outside world, but Robert has proven his prowess in the Summer Hall. And even if war is not good for us, this question should not be on your mind. Child, you have talent and a much more mature mind than the average child, but it's hard for me to say whether this is a strength or a disadvantage. I feel sad for you as I watched your second brother grow up, he was quiet and withdrawn, a man who lacked childhood. But you, though you laugh all the time, are more than—"

Suddenly, he seemed to realize that he shouldn't have said these things in front of a four-year-old, and he closed his mouth apologetically.

It's just that there is still a trace of sadness and worry on the wrinkled old face.

Maester Crisson is a good man. Lan Li understands this.

Scholars from the academy have always been politically neutral, serving the castle rather than a lord. So even if Storm's End was captured, his life would not be in danger. But the old maester remained loyal to the Baratheon family, and feared for the family and every member of the family.

"I'm just hungry." He tried to change the subject.

It's a lie, but it's not a lie. He was indeed very hungry, but the adult mind made Lan Li not show it - because it was not yet time to eat.

The bachelor opened his mouth at the words, and then sighed.

"You know Stannis's rules, there's really not much food. Good boy, be patient, we will finish the last few pages, and it will probably be time for dinner. Maybe I should consider telling the kitchen to prepare something nice? Look, you've finished another book, isn't that something to celebrate? ”

Lan Li couldn't agree more with this sentence, but it also reminded him of something that was about to happen in his memory, or rather, someone who was about to come.

He had no idea what Robert Baratheon's overthrow of the Targaryens had done, nor did he know much about the siege of Storm's End. The only thing he knew about it was a guy named The Onion Knight.

Remember, it was during this siege that a boatload of onions came in and solved the famine in the city, and he was later knighted.

"You can't just have onions, how can you be full of onions? What else would there be? Will there be a few boxes of bacon? It would be nice to have a few steers...... When will he come? ”

Every time he starved, Lan Li thought of the onion knight, but the food he expected was different, but it didn't take long for him to pay attention to it.

As the old scholar finished the last page of the heraldic book, coughed when he closed the book with his dry palm, and the screeching sound of the chair sliding on the ground when he got up, the boy who got up at the same time as the scholar suddenly felt his heart beat rapidly, and even the violent noise suppressed all the sounds around him very weakly.

At the same time, his brain was unusually clear, and involuntarily, the knowledge about heraldry quickly flowed through his mind, and finally all converged and disappeared.

Lan Li realized something, so he turned his head to look at a mirror on the edge of the long shelf table not far away, and the blurred mirror stained with dried bird droppings reflected a child's face with wide eyes.

There is also a line of "information" that has never appeared like a fog.

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Heraldic level increased to LV7, derivative trait: [Psychic Empalette]