"Arm hard, not wrist, you, Sardin, you kid is the stupidest soldier I've ever seen!"

……

In the courtyard outside the tower, the new night watchman instructor Sandor. Clegane was impatiently reprimanding the white-faced, beardless young man in front of him, his long, half-charred face towering and looking terrifying.

The other party lowered his head and responded resignedly, not daring to look at the hound. The black robe on his body silently proved his identity at this time.

Night's watchman, recruit.

Since the beginning of the Heroic Age, the Stark family's ancestors built the Great Wall of Despair, an organization called the Night's Watch has been guarding the foot of the Wall here, and it has not changed for thousands of years.

They are beyond the various forces of Westeros, and the purpose of their existence is only to defend the Great Wall, the end of the continent, and to deal with the many dangers behind it.

It's just that compared to the glory of the past, the night watchmen are now completely lost.

The Strange Spirits have been missing for thousands of years, and only the savage hordes beyond the Great Wall are considered enemies.

Occasionally, the Savage Boys could cross through the narrow crevices of the Great Wall to harass and plunder, but the large forces had no ability to cross the giant's frozen walls.

And that kind of small-scale harassment, there is no need to worry about anything at all.

As a result, the support of the lords of Westeros for the Night's Watch has diminished day by day, until now, to the point where they don't care.

This is the case with recruitment, in the past, there was no need to ask, and the nobles of Westeros would take the initiative to send people here, but now not only is there no such treatment, but the veterans of the Night's Watch take the initiative to recruit only some crooked melons and cracked dates.

Rapes, thieves, robbers, male prostitutes, etc., this kind of person belongs to the ranks of scum and can't get along outside, and joining the black robe has become a hero who defends the frontier in a blink of an eye.

In the past, their daily task was to confront the savage tribes that had taken root outside the Great Wall, but as winter approached and the long night was coming, the heavy and arduous burden was quietly weighed down, and few people in this place seemed to be able to withstand it.

Commander-in-Chief Mormont sensed the signs of the long night, so he went with a large number of troops to investigate the situation, but he had not yet returned.

Charles felt that the last two times he had encountered the ghouls, the group of people attacked by the ghouls, were the main army of the Night's Watch, so their fate was self-evident.

Before Robb's army came, there were even less than 300 people here, and there were only some logistics personnel, and even the position of recruit training instructor was vacant.

So the hounds who had just arrived were directly entrusted with the important task.

He didn't seem happy with that, so he trained with impatience on his face.

But for some reason, he didn't make a run away, annoyed and scolded, but he was also dutiful.

……

"After leaving Little Joe, this dog is much cuter." The blonde dwarf standing in front of the window withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Charles who was sitting at his desk in the study and was writing with his head down.

"He said he was now his own dog and didn't need to listen to any more owner's orders."

Charles replied without raising his head, and between the quill sketches, paragraph after paragraph of various materials written in the lingua franca of Westeros appeared on the paper of the pen.

Yesterday, I unexpectedly gained a lot of knowledge about the production of local spells and magic items. Compared to the many spell books brought in by the Overworld, this knowledge can basically be used immediately.

Glass Candles, Phantom Turtles, Eye of Destiny Magic Circle, Night Shadow Waters, Illusion Curse...... There are quite a few more than a dozen immortals, but there are generally only these things, because there are repetitions.

But even if it were, it was already good. After all, it was all a surprise, and Charles didn't expect anything.

It's just that this unexpected joy is not so easy to use.

These things, whether they are spells or magic items, must be used on the premise that there must be casting materials or crafting materials, and now he obviously has nothing.

Not convenient at all.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something, and looked up at the blonde dwarf, "If I remember correctly, the 'clever' Ran, is it your ancestor?" ”

"That's right." Tyrion replied, then shrugged, "Thousands of years ago, I heard that he had a hundred sons and a hundred daughters, so when I was a child, I always wondered how many wives my ancestor had. How? ”

"Nothing." Charles shook his head. The heart said that the soul of your ancestor is here with me now, but this is more terrifying, and he still doesn't say it.

The so-called heroic soul is actually a human spirit, a historical spirit that originated from the Lannister ancestors of the Heroic Age of Westeros.

"Clever " Rann.

I don't know why the man who was obviously from Westeros was gouged out of his heart and imprisoned by a male witch from outside the continent.

But all the secrets were turned into dust after his hair was purified.

Unlike normal spirits, the Hero's Soul emits a faint golden light throughout, which is similar to the state of the Charr's spirit, except that the forehead mark is missing.

As time passed, the spirit had completely lost its spirituality, and had become sluggish like a puppet, and as a result, Charles had no way of learning any secrets from it.

At the same time, he didn't know what the golden spirit was for.

At the very least, the hint of the True Eye doesn't show what it is for. So after a little research, he was stocked in the black space of the scepter and didn't ask.

And the so-called thread of fate is similar to the treatment of the soul of a hero. It doesn't seem to be clear, but I don't really know how to use it.

"Learn from those wizards and mix silk threads in the illusion magic array?"

Thinking secretly, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when he saw the dwarf approaching and sat down across from the desk.

The glass bottles and silver glasses placed not far away floated up "automatically" and stopped leaning in front of Tyrion, and the golden liquid flowed down and swayed into the glasses, giving off a faint sweet smell of wine.

"The golden wine of Qingting Island? The gods are above, and I haven't tasted it for a long time. ”

Staring at the alluring golden liquid, Tyrion pursed his lips unconsciously. After the glass was full, he couldn't wait to pick it up and take a sip, and then exhaled a sigh of relief.

"You're going to be in danger here."

Charles ignored this strange expression, looked at him and said to himself: "After the martial arts trial, you should have taken the opportunity to go back to your Kaiyan City to stay honest, but now you may be killed by an arrow." ”

It's not that he's talking nonsense, he has the ability to predict the death of the target.

However, since arriving in the north, the Shire's authority over death has been suppressed, and the ability to see the image of death has disappeared, but the Great Wall here is different from other places.

There are people from all over the continent in Castle Black, and there are more people who believe in the seven gods than in the old gods.

Coupled with his efforts in the north during this time, the authority has been lifted, so he can already see some fragmentary pictures at this time.

Therefore, he found that the fate of the person in front of him had unconsciously changed, from "happy" old age to death, to an arrow shot in the brain.

"If the wise Duke Tywin can forgive his humble and ugly young son for betrayal, perhaps I will go back." Tyrion said, watching Charles' gaze change, and after taking a sip of his drink, he suddenly said something that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

"I'm sure you saved those people in King's Landing. Because as far as I know, no one can save people from wildfires, no one! ”

"So I'm not human?" Charles replied with a cold humor, and when he saw that the other party was still trying to say something, he immediately changed the subject.

"Count on me to turn you into a tall and handsome Lannister, then you might as well count on yourself to have a good baby in the next life."

He meant this, in fact, the reason why Tyrion was still here, even after Charles's ass, was because of this, otherwise a fool would stay in the north longer when there were people everywhere hostile.

This has a claim to Charles, but his appeal is very different from the others.

"I believe that the Seven Gods can do anything." The dwarf raised his glass as he spoke.

"I'm not the Seven." Charles didn't pretend to be a god stick this time. It's okay to fool around in front of strangers, and to pretend to be a "god" in front of people around you. I'm so tired that I can't say anything, and I really can't pretend to be much like it.

So instead of making irresponsible remarks, it's better to be honest. In fact, in many cases, the identity of an oracle is much more convenient than that of a deity.

"That's right, how could the seven gods still need to eat, drink, and Lazar." The dwarf thought he was humorous and said: "I see that you are no different from a normal man, eating, drinking, and reading, maybe one day I can see you go to prostitution."

"So what else are you expecting? I know I can't. ”

"Just because you can't do it now doesn't mean you won't be able to do it later." The dwarf said: "For example, the method of sucking people into dry people, I have been paying attention to it since the last time I was in Luanhe City. You also needed that kind of slate fit at the time, and now you can use it at your fingertips. ”

Charles looked at him silently, but did not respond. The other party coughed dryly.

"I don't know exactly how you wizards or god apostles learn spells, but it's not out of hope that you've increased your abilities to such a level in such a short period of time, and you'll be able to grow a dwarf tall in the future."

He said. Seeing that Charles was indifferent. couldn't help grinning, and then his ugly face became calm: "Now what I'm thinking about is what to use to impress you to help me once." ”

Charles still didn't answer, and the other began to gush.

"In order to slap you, Bolton killed his son and sent the army, which can be described as a bloody investment. But I'm neither Burton nor Stark, the Lannisters have a lot of gold, and it's useless to you, I'm not a woman, and I can't throw myself into my arms, and I'm ugly and not very pleasing, so when I think about it, I'm a little clearer than others. ”

"So what?" Charles raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not familiar with your mystical knowledge of witchcraft, but I'm pretty good at aristocratic drama, so if you need it, how about I help you with this kind of trivial matter? And then in the future, if possible......"

The blonde dwarf tried to keep his tone calm, but the misshapen little hand hidden under the table unconsciously clenched.

When he was a child, he loved to fantasize, always thinking that if he slept on his own, he would grow taller the next day, or like the giant Grigor in the Age of Heroes, he could become a giant from a small man by eating a green fruit casually.

He also wants to be a giant, a Lannister giant.

However, as he grew older, he read more and more. This nonsensical fantasy has disappeared from nowhere.

Life brought him only ridicule, prejudice, invective, contempt, and no miracles.

But are there really no miracles in the world?

A year ago, he could have said with certainty that no.

Now, however,

A miracle is just around the corner.