"It was about the fourth sound of the evening bell, and the enemy appeared so quickly that we heard the sound of horses' hooves even outside the barracks, and we were caught off guard and could not organize our defenses at all, during which time I saw Sir Darkest besieged to death, and they came with a clear aim, and clearly prepared."

Under the light of the tent brazier, a soldier with a disgraced appearance kept telling the surrounding lords led by Robb about what had happened, and his dirty, blood-soaked face still had the same panic as before.

"Where's the sentry?"

"We don't see any warnings."

"Why did the enemy find out when they were near?"

"Their horses' hooves were wrapped in cotton cloth and their voices were very quiet."

"No one organizes defense?"

"No, the commanders are too busy to take care of themselves......"

The soldiers kept talking, and the many lords in the tent were silent.

"The dwarf is too bold, and he doesn't have many troops to dare to go out of the city overnight, so he is not afraid of ......"

"As it turned out, he was not afraid, and he succeeded!"

"The army at the crossroads cannot stay any longer, and must first return to Carlin Bay to guard the return to the north, otherwise they will inevitably be harassed from time to time."

"Not stationed here, with no one to defend the rear of our army, what if the gnomes sneak up again while we build the bridge?"

"Then we'll swing south from Carlin Bay and swallow him in one fell swoop."

"My lord, you said lightly, don't you know who are in the dwarf army? By the time we had organized the outflanking, those savages would have already burrowed into their lair. ”

"This ......"

"The Duke has been away for so long, he should be returning soon, right?" Someone digressed the topic and asked.

"Who knows, that in the valley is very difficult."

"Damn Lyza!"

……

"If Sir Cranston had more skeletons, our battle would have been much smoother."

In the midst of the constant discussion, some people sighed.

"This kind of shady trick is not the right way." Someone retorted.

"Did you get a straw in your head? If we can reduce our casualties and losses, it doesn't matter if it is the right way? ”

"That is, when did Sir Tawha become so devout in his belief in the Seven Gods?"

"The most pious Baylor. Targaryen I's wife openly cheated on him behind his back and bore him an illegitimate child for his brother, could it be that Sir Tauha was very interested in it? ”

“……”

Hermann. Tao Ha didn't expect to be "besieged" as soon as he spoke, and even among the besiegers, including the Earl of Streamland, who had been "taught" by Charles, which made his face slightly stunned, but when a lord who usually had a good relationship whispered a word in his ear, he suddenly realized.

His lord was saved by the dark tricks in his mouth, and now he is uncomfortable to say such bad things?

Although the Duke is not here for the time being because he has gone to the bottom, his son is here, and who can guarantee that the words will not reach his ears......

At this point, someone proposed: "It can't go on like this, who knows where Sir Cranston has gone?" We should perhaps ask him if there is a solution. ”

"Is anyone going to invite him?"

"The squire didn't find anyone."

"I only saw him once when I came back, and I haven't seen him since."

"Maggie. Where did Mormont go? It was normal for Mr. Wizard not to attend the meeting, and as a vassal under the Duke's command, she refused to participate in such an important battle meeting? ”

"You should wait until her daughter's funeral to tell her."

"That's it, a little sympathetic, sir! If your son is seriously injured and dying, how are you in the mood for the meeting? ”

……

The ruined camp in the distance is slowly being rebuilt, and the burning embers are rising in the moonlight, and countless smoke is rising, and the dead are being cleaned up and replaced. If that's normal, the charr might be interested.

But he didn't have time to care about it now.

At this moment, he was frowning at the large pile of white debris in the stream.

"What is this? Molt? ”

The extreme itching still seems to still exist in every inch of the body, and the feeling of constantly tearing off pieces of skin on the surface of the body is a special feeling of refreshment in retrospect.

When reinforcements arrived, Charles hurried out of the camp to a nearby creek and "took a bath" in the icy water. ”

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have come to take a shower or anything in the middle of the night, let alone just experienced a big battle.

But who made the charr run into something abnormal.

After accumulating to a certain extent, the unknown cooling sensation called life energy began to undergo special changes in his body. The exact transformation of Charles could not be understood, but he could experience the consequences firsthand.

The whole body is numb, itchy, accompanied by a slight tingling, and under the constant scratching, the overall skin is like a rag, and the tattered ones are constantly scratched, and finally a whole layer is directly removed!

Fortunately, there was no one else in the place where he was at this time, otherwise the previous scene would have scared people to death.

After molting, it feels very refreshing, as if the thick cotton clothes have been removed in the summer and a thin layer of light shirt is put on, and it is very sensitive to the coolness of the surroundings.

At this time, under the moonlight, Charles's skin looked very fair, and if you looked at it alone, you might be mistaken for a woman, but he was a living old man.

"It doesn't seem to have any effect other than whitening......"

In his thoughts, Charles straightened his shirt and turned to walk back.

He didn't feel any increase in strength or speed, nor did he notice any internal or special powers in his body, and the coolness disappeared after the explosion, and Charles didn't think it would reappear until he killed someone next time.

So, what's going on?

He had no way of knowing, and no one in the world could give him an answer.

"Maybe I've evolved?"

Confused, he returns to the camp to find that his tent has been burned to ashes, much to Charles' dismay—all the spell secrets he had accumulated had been burned to ashes.

Shaking his head, he was about to go to the quartermaster to apply for another tent when a shout suddenly came from not far away.

"Sir Branston!"

Hearing the sound, Charles turned his head to see a short, middle-aged lady with messy gray hair and armor.

Yes, she was a woman, not a man, and she wasn't a prostitute, she wasn't a logistician, she was a lord.

This was quite rare in the barracks, so Charles recognized her with just one look.

"Hello, Madame Mormont."

He bowed his head as he spoke, thinking that he was just passing by to say hello, but who would have thought that the female lord, who was only as tall as her chest, would come to him in a hurry, and took a deep breath under Charles's puzzled gaze.

"I've been waiting for you, Sir Branston."

If a young girl said this, Charles might have misunderstood, but the mother of five young girls in front of her, and as an earl lord, Charles didn't think that she would come to her arms "for the sake of old disrespect".

"You're looking for me?"

"If Sir can save my daughter, the Mormonts will be grateful!"

Hoarse, sharp, and expectant words from the bleak, even rather old-fashioned Meggie. Mormont said it, and Charles was a little unresponsive.

That's too straightforward, right?

"Sorry ma'am, I don't know your daughter'......"

"She had half of her shoulder chopped off by a Lannister mongrel with an axe."

"Then you should hurry to the Bachelor to treat her." Charles replied.

The profession in charge of healing and curing diseases in this world is called a bachelor, and basically every noble family is equipped with it.

"The bachelor can't heal this wound." Madame Maggie said with a tired expression: "I know this very well, everyone knows it, so they are ready to attend the funeral of the heir of the Mormont family, heh! ”

"Please mourn, ma'am......" Charles understood what the man in front of him was trying to do, but his ability was limited, and he didn't dare to guarantee anything.

So he just shook his head.

His answer was obvious - nothing could be done. This couldn't help but dim the expectant look of Lady Maggie.

"Could it be that the Old Gods are destined to bring disaster to the Mormont family?" She muttered, desperation.

The Mormont family, to which she belongs, is sparsely populated, and even has only one of his brother and one of his brother's sons.

In order to make room for his son, the elder brother went to the Great North to join the Night's Watch at the age of 70 to continue to win glory for the family, but his heir, who had great expectations, ran to sell people because of the excessive expenses, and was found by Duke Stark and fled in panic, and now I don't know where he has gone.

The territory of Bear Island fell into the hands of her lord's sister, but to her despair, she also had no heirs, only five daughters.

In the North, it is difficult for a woman to lead a territory, let alone a female lord who has no male offspring; For so many years, she had worked day and night to revitalize impoverished Bear Island and nurture her eldest daughter so that the Mormont family could continue and not be cut off.

As a result, a war was completely ruined......

Although she has five daughters, except for the eldest daughter, the others are not suitable to be a lord at all! I've never been educated by any lieges! Now faced with this situation, Bear Island's future predicament can be imagined.

"Stand tall ......" Daisy, who was seriously injured, was still muttering family mottos in a coma, but she didn't know that if she passed away as the hope of the family, the Mormont family could only continue to survive.

Sadness, unwillingness, grief, despair......

Looking at Charles' departing back, Madame Maggie gritted her teeth and suddenly ran up again.

"If you can save her, the Mormonts are at your disposal."

Charles paused.