"The Great Wall is so fucking cold!"

……

The murmur of Momoa beside him came to his ears vaguely, and he turned his head to see the other party standing next to the carriage full of goods, rubbing his hands impatiently.

If memory serves, this is the seventh time he's said this.

Born in Braavos, Momoa was a new crew member recruited by Raff, and because of his size and strength, he came here with the transport team.

As a result, his face was red from the cold.

It's cold, and Raff thinks so, and he thinks it's probably the coldest place in the world.

The leader of the procession, the fat Earl of Mandalay and his men, ran to the main castle to warm themselves by the fire, leaving them to wait for the wizard to check on them.

I don't know exactly when I'm coming, so they can't find time to be "lazy" or anything, so they can only wait here, for fear that they won't see anyone when the wizard arrives.

Bored, Momoa casually asked, "Boss Raff, what does the legendary wizard look like?" ”

"Two eyes, one nose and one mouth." Raff replied, "What else?" ”

"Have you seen him?"

"Approximately." Raff said without changing his face. I can't tell if he's lying or the truth.

Momoa wondered about this, after all, this was also the first time to visit. However, after so many years of traveling from north to south, it seems that it is not surprising that the captain has seen the wizard.

"Fat Peter has been touting that wizard since the last time he went back, and I want to see what the gods look like."

Muttering, Momaha rubbed his hands angrily, then stomped his feet again and scanned the surroundings.

At this time, they were in a school field on the edge of Castle Black, very close to the ice wall, and the temperature was naturally much colder, and because of waiting, they couldn't move much, and their bodies were gradually frozen.

He couldn't help but complain again.

"The Great Wall is so fucking cold! After watching The Witcher, I don't want to come back. ”

……

Momoa seemed to be looking forward to the wizard, but instead of waiting for the wizard in their mouths, they met another legendary figure.

Looking at the short man approaching outside the courtyard, Momoa's eyes widened, and his tone was suspicious: "Boss Raff, look, that, is that the little demon monkey of the Lannister family?" ”

"I think so." Raff replied, glancing at the visitor without knowing what he was thinking.

Momoa opened his mouth to say something more, but the visitor had already walked in, and the words in his heart were not spoken. But their eyes still stared at each other without blinking.

He is ugly, short in stature, with deformed legs that look a little lame when he walks, and his black and blue eyes look very weird.

Momoa stared at him for so long that the other party couldn't help but glance at him

"If you haven't seen a gnome, I'd suggest you take a look around the Old Town, where the gnome troupe is the most spectacular in Westeros."

Hearing this slightly teasing words, Momoa looked away in embarrassment, but the Lannister didn't pay attention to him anymore, and instead looked up at Raff beside him.

"The messenger will be here soon, if that thing is really golden ghost grass, I don't think he will be stingy with rewarding you."

"Thank you, sir." Raff humbly responded.

"Forget it, you have to thank you so much, next time you come, it's best to tell your subordinates not to make such a fuss, it's basically me who receives you people every time."

"Yes, yes, I'll do it next time." Raff nodded hurriedly, then looked around and asked with a little confusion, "Didn't you bring a guard?" ”

"No one dares to do anything to me here." The other party replied, and then shrugged his shoulders, "Of course, northerners don't love money, and no one pays attention to me when I hire me at a high price." So I was going to propose to my young boss that he send some men to protect him, the royal errand boy. ”

Raff remained silent, but the talkative Lannister didn't stop talking, and instead looked at Momoa.

"Hey, big man, do you want to stay here and be my bodyguard? Give you a golden dragon every month? ”

"It's too cold, I'm not going to do it." Momoa replied decisively.

"How about two golden dragons a month?"

"It's ......," Momoa replied cautiously as he glanced at Raff, "I'll think about it." ”

"Three golden dragons."

"Deal!" Momoa nodded busily. Then he ignored Raff's face and ran straight behind the Lannister's ass.

This embarrassed Tyrion, so he pulled out a gold coin and threw it to Raff.

"The person who poached you, give you some compensation, and hire him from White Harbor, you should be able to find a better person than him"

Raff was about to say thank you when he saw this, but the dwarf in front of him suddenly trotted away from the place, he was slightly stunned, and then followed the path of the dwarf, and a young figure in a black robe and a hatless snow bear cloak came into view.

At this time, he was rushing here with a group of guards.

"That's the wizard, right? Boss Raff, that's right. Momoa did not go up with his new master, but craned his neck to look at the place.

He was very curious about the legend whose fame spread throughout Westeros, but he was a little afraid to ask him to run up and say hello.

"That's right, it's him." Raff replied, narrowing his eyes and silently prepared.

Arriving at the school gate, the young wizard walked in between the conversation with the Lannisters, Raff's right hand tucked into his sleeve and quietly grasped a dagger, then he raised his head slightly, ready to burst out when the other man was a certain distance.

As a result, the light in front of me, which should be normal, suddenly brightened!

The sudden light was bright and dazzling, as if you were looking up at the sun in the sky, and suddenly it became white, and the eyes ached faintly, and a hot touch appeared.

He was very caught off guard by this light, and under the hissing sound, he couldn't help but take a step back.

However, the psychological quality of "Raf" is very good, even in this situation, he did not show any horses, but just as he tried to keep himself calm, he suddenly heard a sentence in his ears.

"Is that you? Get him! ”

The voice was clear and a little magnetic, and the tone was slightly suspicious.

It's the wizard!

Although he didn't know what was wrong, Raff knew that he had been exposed, and he didn't care about his eyes that were still unable to see clearly from the sun, and his steps scurried away, flying along the path of his memory.

Unfortunately, there was only one exit here, and there were many guards beside the young wizard.

Seeing him fleeing, the two guards immediately drew their swords and stopped him. The other two guards who stood there to protect the wizard pulled their crossbows from their waists at the same time and aimed at the White Harbor boatman!

Although his eyes could not see clearly, a faint danger came to his mind, so when the arrow came, Raff's step was wrong, and his speeding body immediately turned a strange turn, directly dodging the fierce attack.

However, at this moment, before Raff could continue to exert his strength on his legs, he suddenly tripped over something, so that this skilled first-class assassin couldn't help but chew on.

"There's nothing there!"

The pain hit, his mouth hit the hard dirt and there was a little bit of blood, and the sight in his eyes still did not return to normal, and Raff did not dare to move, so that the guards quickly stepped forward to subdue him!

He was then violently pinned to the ground, and a fist slammed into his cheek, and a feeling of dizziness instantly spread through his mind.

The northern soldier riding on him shouted and quickly pulled out the dagger at his waist and prepared to kill him, but the soldier's dagger did not fall in the end.

"Don't kill him yet."

The words faintly heard in his ears made Raff suddenly think of something, and he struggled to get up, but the attack on his brain made his mind heavier and heavier, and he finally fell into complete darkness.