Although the entire tavern, nay, or most of the North was praying for Bran of House Stark, Zoro knew that although Bran finally escaped the call of death, he would never be able to ride on his own legs again in his life.

But his arrival is to change all that......

At Winterfell Castle, Lady StarkLady Stark sits on the edge of her bed.

For the last two weeks, she has been guarding Bran almost day and night. She sent food to her room, as well as a potty and a small hardboard bed, and she barely closed her eyes for so long. She personally fed Bran with a drink mixed with honey, boiling water, and herbs.

However, even under Mrs. Stark's careful care, Bran was in a bad condition, describing him as withered, scrawny, and with his feet curled up in a disgusting shape under the blanket. He looked like a lonely leaf that was weak from the wind, and a gust of wind was enough to blow him away.

"Ma'am." Sir Rodric walked in and whispered, "There's a civilian out there who wants to see you." ”

Mrs. Stark's eyes were particularly lifeless, and she said coldly, "I don't see anyone. ”

Sir Rodric hesitated, he knew that his best option now was to turn around and leave, but the knight's duty made him obliged to do his duty, "The commoner said you would meet him, because he was the only one who could restore Bran to health. ”

A cold glint flashed in Mrs. Stark's eyes, and she remembered some rumors in the city, and the Assassin who burst into the castle that night.

"Let him see me." Mrs. Stark said, her eyes glinting with a cold, piercing light, "But if it's a lie, I'll let him know the cost of cheating the Starks." ”

"Yes." Sir Rodric took the order.

When Zoro walked into the room, he saw a line of soldiers on standby and a cold, metallic sheen.

"It's you." Robb, who stayed with his mother, wondered.

Mrs. Stark looked over, and Robb glanced at Zoro and whispered a few words in his mother's ear.

"Tell me how you will treat Bran, even the old bachelor can only maintain it temporarily." In essence, Mrs. Stark does not believe it, and it is more likely that the other party is a liar, but as the mother of the child, she is not willing to let go of even the slightest opportunity.

"Magic, ma'am." Sauron had been prepared for this, and he said, "Ordinary methods will not cure your child, only magic handed down from the time of the ancestors can produce miracles." ”

"The magic is long gone, don't try to deceive me with your tricks." Mrs. Stark's eyes were as cold as a she-beast guarding her cubs.

"Seeing is believing, ma'am." Zoro smiled slightly, put his hands together in his palms, and the next moment, brilliant brilliance burst out from his palms.

With his hand open, a transparent crystal bottle was presented in front of everyone, with a bright red liquid rippling inside.

"It's ......," Mrs. Stark's eyes looked excited, nervous.

In order to win the trust of the other party, Zoro deliberately created such a sound and light effect, which was not difficult for him with the backing of the system.

"There is a very rare potion in the world, and I want to exchange it and my wife for something." Sauron stared directly at Mrs. Stark.

"What do you want?" Mrs. Stark had regained her composure, and she knew that the other party must have asked for something, otherwise she would not have come up with such a precious potion to save her son.

"A knighthood." Zoro said.

"You just want to be a knight?" Mrs. Stark asked, not because she was talking too much, but because what she was asking was too simple.

"Yes. But I owe allegiance to anyone, including the Starks, I fight only for freedom and justice, and I will become a freelance knight! "Sauron's words are astonishing, and this completely subverts the old knightly concept of Westeros.

In people's hearts, knights are always heroic, honor-oriented, faithful to their promises, loyal to their lords, and faithful. In fact, most of the knights in this land are not noble, and can even be said to be cruel, murderous, and even cunning. Many knights did not even think of practicing chivalry, and the knighthood was just a means of speculation and ascension.

But they all had one thing in common, they all had the honor of allegiance to the nobility, and those who did not have a master were called hired knights, who were generally not trusted and had a bad reputation.

"If you can save my brother, I, Robb Stark, Inheritor of Winterfell, will not only personally canonize you as a knight, but will also give you a rich land from the North." Robb suddenly said solemnly.

"You are generous and care about your brother." Sauron looked at Mrs. Stark, waiting for her final decision.

Mrs. Stark decided almost instantly, "Your name?" She asked, "Save Bran, and you'll get what you want." ”

"Zoro, Sauron Melko, ma'am."

"Okay, Zoro." Mrs. Stark nodded, a confident and shrewd look on her face again, "So, how are you going to prove to me that this potion is a potion to heal Bran, not a bloody **." ”

"It's easy, ma'am." Zoro smiled when he heard this, "Find someone to test on, and you'll believe it." ”

"So, it's up to me, can it heal sword wounds?" Mrs. Stark endured the pain and tore the gauze off her hand, which she had left behind to protect Bran from the Assassin's assassination of Bran some time ago.

Zoro handed her the potion, "Just drop a little on the wound." ”

Mrs. Stark carefully unscrewed the cap of the bottle, only to see a few drops of crimson potion slowly dripping onto the wound, and an amazing scene occurred, the potion seeped into the palm of her hand, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few moments, Mrs. Stark's palm returned to its original state, and the sword marks disappeared, as clean as new.

"Hiss......" Everyone present couldn't help but exclaim.

Mrs. Stark's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but look at the mysterious man in front of her, who only knew how amazing it was if she had experienced it herself.

"Bran's injuries are severe, and this bottle of potion is just enough, half applied to the wound, half fed to him." Sauron had to be reminded again.

Mrs. Stark thought for a moment, and did as he said in front of everyone.

When he took off his clothes, he saw that the young man's skinny back was covered with hideous scars, but when the red potion was applied, the scars fell off one by one, and the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and pink skin grew.

Mrs. Stark was overjoyed, and fed the remaining half of the potion into his mouth, and the boy's pale face did not take long to become as rosy as ever.

Xu was woken up by the sound of heavy breathing from everyone, the young man Bran slowly opened his dark eyes, he looked at everyone, and suddenly said, "Mom, I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?" ”

Mrs. Stark burst into tears of joy.

"It's a miracle." Sir Roderick muttered to himself, this potion could relieve disability and sickness, something many warriors could only dream of.

Robb's face was even more joyful, he glanced at Zhang Xinyi gratefully, and hugged his brother.

"Welcome back, Bran ......"

Three days later, under the throne of the acting lord of the North, Robb Stark, the heir of Winterfell, made the mercenary who saved his brother Bran a knight in order to fulfill his promise.

"Your name?" As is customary, he must ask for the canonized person's name and family name.

"Sauron Melkor." This name will be Zhang Xinyi's pseudonym for a long time to come, and will surely accompany him to the pinnacle of this world.

"So, Sauron of House Melcor." Robb drew his sword in his hand and put it on the shoulder of the man in front of him, "In the name of the brave, you are brave and useless." ”

The sword was moved from the right shoulder to the left. "In the name of the Father, make you impartial."

The sword rests on the right shoulder. "In the name of Our Lady, let you protect the weak and innocent."

Move to your left shoulder again. "In the name of the Holy Maiden, let you protect the women and children of the world."

"From now on, you are a freelancer."

At the end of the salute, Robb nodded to his men, and an attendant brought a black horse and a simple but complete set of fine steel armor with a greased throat guard and helmet.

"Thank you for everything you've done to House Stark, Sir Sauron." Robb took out another piece of parchment from his bosom and handed it to the other party, "This is your well-deserved territory, it includes two villages and an iron mine. ”

The crowd on the side listened, showing envious expressions, these lands have even surpassed some poor lords, and the other party only paid a bottle of potions.

Of course, this is not to say that potions are not precious and can save the life of a dying person, and if they knew about its existence, many princes and nobles would fight for it, but the sincerity of the Stark family is enough to be worthy of the value of this potion.

Knowing that this is an inheritable land, protected by the laws of the kingdom, and that the descendants of Sauron can be passed down from generation to generation, it may take generations of effort for commoners to fight to this point.

And he did it in only one day, and of course, the rest of the people could not imitate it at all, and they could only envy his good luck.

As everyone knows, Sauron also sighed in his heart that he was just a small clerk when he was on Earth, not to mention a large area of land like two villages, and his only place to live was rented by others.

If there is no such opportunity, presumably his future is to work hard for a few years to save his savings and make a down payment, and then repay the loan for decades, buy a small house, the most speechless thing is that the land under the house belongs to all the people, and he only has the right to use it for 70 years.

Maybe he never forgot to be a feudal nobleman in another world, and there are also factors in this aspect.

While Sauron was considering whether to build a villa or a castle in his domain, Lady Stark approached him.

"What, you want me to go to King's Landing?" Sauron was surprised.

"Please forgive me for a mother's wayward plea." Mrs. Stark's expression was calm, and her gray eyes looked directly at each other, "I suspect that Bran's injuries are inescapable of being blamed on the Lannisters, and that my husband, Eddard Stark, is too upright, which is both his strength and his weakness. I don't worry about my family, Sir Sauron, I want you and me to go to King's Landing to warn my husband to watch out for the Lannisters. ”

"In exchange, of course...... You will be paid what you want. ”

"Deal." Zoro pondered for a moment and said slowly.