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"Arya, where are you?"

"Arya Stark! Where are you? ”

One morning when the summer snow was drifting lightly, the chickens and dogs in Winterfell barked and were in a mess. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A team of guards carved with the symbol of Winter, led by a stout knight-armored warrior, searched for the daughter of the Guardian of the North, Lord Eddard Stark, followed by an anxious-looking noblewoman with flaming red hair that could not hide her eagerness at the moment.

This red-haired lady was Eddard Stark's wife, Catelyn Tully of the Riverlands, and the knight behind her was Sir Rodric, the Stark's most loyal subordinate.

He was over middle age and below old age, and his beard had turned white, but from the edge of the knight's armor, his muscles were still hard and tight, and his eyes were still as cold as wolves, this was a very tough character.

"Rod, where is Arya? We've been looking for her all morning, and there's no sign of her in Winterfell. Oh, she's really, always like a boy who likes to get into trouble. Caitlin grumbled worriedly.

"Don't worry, my lady, we'll find Arya soon, maybe she's just curious to take a look at the village outside the city." Sir Roderick comforted Caitlin and tried to ease her anxiety. "You two, quick, go around the city, find out if there is any trace of Miss, and if you see Miss, bring her back." Sir Rodric pointed to the relatively bustling town outside the city and commanded the two soldiers behind him.

"Yes, my lord!"

The backs of the two soldiers hurriedly disappeared into the snow.

At the center of the incident, the mischievous girl, Arya Stark, was sitting in a stranger's shop, listening to the stranger bake bread and tell a story.

"The little king asked William to make him a knight - an honor that might be more appropriate for the little king's father - this was the heaviest gift ever given to William, and this time William's excellent diplomatic skills made him show his face again, and he did not slap the traditional mage but gave him the title of knight of the little king with a graceful kiss."

"But he soon paid the price for his success, and the jealous courtiers spread rumours that William had had had an affair with Margaret, the princess of the young king, which could not be true in terms of William's iron-clad loyalty to the king and his cherishing of personal honor, but the message inevitably spread throughout the royal family, and William's strict asceticism of chivalry made it impossible for him to say anything to deny or admit to such unseemly accusations."

“……”

"As the attendant washed his face with rose water, William said a brief farewell to his family members: 'I am dying, I entrust you to God, I no longer live with you, I am not exempt from death', the faithful knight, with his faith closing his eyes tightly."

The stranger who told the story was Du Yu, and Arya Stark was leaning against the front of Du Yu's shop with a little face, listening carefully to the knightly story of William Marshall, a mischievous girl, unaware of the panic she had caused, and unaware that her mother was anxiously looking for her.

"So, that's all there is to the story, the life of the great knight William Marshall." Du Yu very scribbled and simply summarized this grand story.

This shop was bought by him from someone else half a month ago, with delicious bread and mellow wine. A captivating story and great music helped his outlander-owned grocery store gain a foothold in a small town outside of Winterfell.

Many people like to listen to the story of this young, handsome and mysterious shopkeeper, and then buy a few soft and sweet breads and go home satisfied.

"When I grow up, I'm going to be a knight too!" After listening to Du Yu's story, Arya Stark said to Du Yu with a serious face.

"It's useless for you to tell me this, No, give you a piece of bread to taste." As he spoke, Du Yu handed over a loaf of bread that smelled great, and before baking the bread, he used a knife to cut a large cross on the dough, and after it came out of the oven, he brushed the top of the bread with the honey he had exchanged from the system while it was hot, and finally garnished it with raisins from the same system.

"Oh! Thank you, sir, I don't know what your name is? Arya's smile of surprise spread across her face, for the relatively scarce food of the North, this baked bread with an enticing aroma was far more appealing in the cold than a lemon cake.

"You can call me Olorin." Du Yu looked at the little girl in front of him who pretended to be eating Sven and showed a smile, slowly said the name, and secretly added in his heart, but I am not the bad old man of Gandalf.

"Euro silver?" Arya gave a confused look, probably due to the bread in her mouth, and her pronunciation was a little slurred.

"No, it's Euroin, the Quenya word for 'dreamer.'" Du Yu explained that he was not embarrassed about using the name Gandalf, he just wanted to borrow the word dreamer.

"Dreamer, where is Quenya? I'm really curious boss, where are you from, what's your last name? "Arya is as energetic as any other kid her age, always asking questions.

"You're curious?" Du Yu still smiled at Arya Stark, a mischievous little girl.

She should be regarded as an outlier among girls, and she does not accept the fate of being a girl. Disgusted with learning "female red", refusing to be a lady to marry for the power of the family. Fascinated by war stories and passionate about learning weapons.

As her father said, "Ah, Arya, my child, you have a special wildness, which your grandfather called 'the blood of the wolf'." Lyanna has a little bit and my brother Brandon has more.

Under the successive intrigues and blows, she went from a rebellious aristocratic lady to a ruined family, miserable wandering, facing a cruel life, a bleak fate, and finally being able to break out of the cocoon into a butterfly, proudly saying to Jaquin: "I will always be Arya Stark of Winterfell, and now I am going home."

All this makes her have a completely different essence from ordinary rebellious aristocratic ladies, and it is this kind of strength that Du Yu and even many people do not have, which makes Du Yu more and more appreciative and admiration for this girl.

"Listen to me, little one, it's not a good thing to be too curious, everyone has secrets, and to peep into other people's secrets is to peep into death." Du Yu slightly admonished Arya, and then handed over a roasted chicken wing, which was quickly cooked, crispy, showing a golden color."

"OK, I see." Arya excitedly put down the bread and took a small bite of the chicken wings, "Oh, Eloin, your craft is amazing, I'm going to ask my father to recruit you into Winterfell to be my chef, and by the way, tell me a story, and my father will give you a lot of golden dragons." ”

"The golden dragon is not all, and I am not short of money. If you want something nice to eat or want to hear a story, you can always come to me. Du Yu smiled and rejected Arya's proposal, if she proposed to make herself a knight, maybe she could consider it, but becoming a cook, to be honest, Du Yu really didn't think about it.

"Forehead......" Arya twisted her fingers, her little face a little tangled, she wanted to continue listening to those legendary stories, but she couldn't guarantee that she would be able to come to this town every day.

"Miss Stark, you've finally been found, Madame and Ser Rodric are looking for you." A guard from Winterfell wearing shining silver armor and a great sword at his waist said, while another person in the same dress came directly to Du Yu: "Stranger, who are you?" What do you do?"

I have to say that Du Yu's appearance is still very conspicuous, although he is also very white, but Oriental people are Oriental people, from temperament to appearance, there are always differences, we are proud to call the result of 5,000 years of cultural precipitation.

"You can call me Euin, as you can see I am now only a bread maker, I can be a storyteller, like a bard, or a singer, and if anyone wants to listen, I can be called a warrior, if I have to fight with a sword." Du Yu always smiled when he spoke, and looked very kind.

However, his words drew the ridicule of the two Winterguard guards: "Oh haha, you, a warrior? A bard? If you dress a little poorer, you might be a beggar, but not necessarily a poet, and warrior, the word will never be associated with toast. ”

"Alright, stranger, we're going to take Miss Stark home, and you can go ahead and make your bread, and stop trying to attract Miss Stark with your story of lies, she's a nobleman, and you're just a commoner. The next time we see Miss Stark with you, you'll get a sword instead of a warning! ”

Another guard soldier threatened Du Yu with disdain.

Then the two directly led Arya to turn around and leave, although Arya was noble, but her mother's order could not be violated, she could only reluctantly look back at the same Du Yu timidly asked: "Aloin, can I come again?" ”

"Of course, you're always welcome here, as long as I haven't left, lovely Miss Arya Stark." Du Yu stroked his chest with his right hand, performed a Hun etiquette, and waved goodbye.

In Winterfell

Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully look at Arya as she was brought back by the soldiers.

"Arya, where have you been, your mother and I have been worried about you for so long," Ed asked, half pampered, half worried.

"Oh, Daddy, I just went to Euin, a new baker in town, to listen to his story, and he gave me delicious bread and chicken wings." Arya said to Eddard Stark with an excited face, then added, "There's nothing to worry about, Olrope is a good man." ”

"Oh my God, how can you run out into town without telling us and eat whatever people give you, you know, you might even die, that's how a lot of people get poisoned." Caitlin Tully looked a little flustered, and there was a hint of anger on her face.

"No, Oloin is a good person, how could he be poisoned." Arya retorted, pouting her neck. In fact, a child is so simple and kind, she will not look at others with colored glasses, she thinks you are good, you are good, and will try to maintain your reputation.

"Listen to me, Arya, the bad guys never tell you you're the bad guys, and the wolf won't do it lightly until the prey leaks out, so be wary of everything." Ed touched Arya's head and smiled and said, he knew very well that his daughter had a lively personality, so he didn't say anything too serious.

"Ned! How can you ......" Before Caitlyn could finish her words, she was stopped by Ed waving his hand and shaking his head.

"She's still a child, and children are always curious and energetic, aren't they?"

"Okay, but Arya, you have to promise me that you won't go again, okay?" Catelyn tried to calm her mind, and with a pleasant face, she softly hoped that Arya would not go outside of Winterfell in the future.

Obviously, she was destined to be disappointed, and if Arya obediently agreed, then she wouldn't be Arya.

"I'm sorry, but, Mom, I've made an appointment with Oloin! He'll tell me stories tomorrow. Arya hesitated.

"Aloin, the bread maker? Storytelling? Eddard Stark asked, stunned.

"Yes, Oloin promised to tell me a story tomorrow, and I really want to go to Daddy." Arya slightly had a coquettish tone, although she was rebellious, she was a girl after all, and there were some things that didn't need to be taught.

Eddard Stark almost agreed, but seeing Catelyn's eyes glaring, he changed his words: "Arya, how about I ask him to come to Winterfell tomorrow to tell you a story?" I can appoint him as a ......" Eddard Stark paused for a moment, and it seemed that the only person who specialized in storytelling was the bedside nanny, neither of which seemed to be suitable for a bread maker like Du Yu.

"I can appoint him as your temporary teacher, until you get tired of hearing his stories." Eddard Stark finally thought about it for a long time before he came up with such an idea.

"Okay, good daddy, you're the best, I'm going to tell Jon the good news." Little Arya was so excited that she didn't notice a look of disgust on Catelyn's face at the mention of Jon.

"Go, my little Arya." Eddard Stark watched Arya scurry away, then turned to a guard beside him who had just brought Arya back and ordered, "Tomorrow, you go and get the baker in the town, and say that Eddard Stark, the Guardian of the North, Lord of Winter, wants to see him, go." ”

"Yes, my lord!"

Eddard Stark looked into the distance, his eyes were deep, his face was worried, he didn't know what to think, and he said to Catelyn for a long time: "Raven has brought news, Arryn is dead, Robert is coming, winter is coming." With that, the wrinkles on his forehead deepened.