When you enter the city gate, the first thing you see is a bluestone paved street, the street is not too wide, but it is crowded with people on both sides, and the merchants have draped a thick layer of oilcloth on the ground, on which are placed a dazzling array of goods. On both sides are shops made of stone stacks, selling everything from each other.

Zhang Xinyi turned around and came to a blacksmith shop, in the bitter cold weather, in front of the shop, a white-bearded old man wearing only a thin coat was holding a hammer for forging, sparks splashed everywhere, sweat droplets slowly dripped down the oily muscles.

Sensing that a guest was coming, the blacksmith glanced at Zhang Xinyi, and said angrily: "It's all inside, take it by yourself." ”

Zhang Xinyi walked into the store, the huge stone house was full of all kinds of weapons, and all kinds of weapons in the cold weapon era were silent here, exuding a cold, hard and cold light.

These weapons include daggers, scimitars, daggers, two-handed broadswords, spears, flails, battle axes, tower shields, and even a silver knight's armor standing straight in the corner.

But in a moment, Zhang Xinyi walked out of the store, carrying a long-handled sword in his hand.

Seeing that Zhang Xinyi easily lifted the two-handed big sword that needed to be held with two hands, the blacksmith couldn't help but take a serious look at Zhang Xinyi, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with a cloth, and suddenly said: "Long-handled big sword, this kind of sword can be used with one hand or with both hands." It can both stab like a knight's sword, and slash and slash like a two-handed sword, and it can play a role with both hands and shields, and it is a mercenary's favorite. ”

"Good, its price?" Zhang Xinyi asked, holding his sword.

"A golden dragon." The blacksmith replied.

Before coming, Zhang Xinyi had already learned that a golden dragon was equivalent to 210 silver deer, and one silver deer could be exchanged for a pile of corn. At the same time, a simple but complete set of oiled armor with throat guards and helmets would cost eight hundred silver deer, or four golden dragons.

It's ridiculously expensive!

"Give me a reason for the price." Zhang Xinyi narrowed his eyes and asked.

The blacksmith's eyes were raised, as if he had expected him to ask such a question, and a black shadow swept through the air with a wave of his hand.

The silver light flashed, and when it landed again, the black shadow had been flatly split in half, and it was a piece of iron-shirted wood that was often used as the inner core of the shield.

"Nice sword." Zhang Xinyi put away his sword and observed, and the blade showed no signs of damage.

"I want it." Throw a golden dragon in your hand.

The blacksmith nodded, and walked into the room again, coming out with a scabbard and leather strap in his hand, "It's yours." ”

"Thank you." Zhang Xinyi nodded and turned to leave.

……

A month later, a lush forest on the west side of Winterfell.

The sound of a whistling sword wind could be heard in the forest.

Straight stabs, back slashes, flat slashes, left slashes, downward stabs, and upward collapses, the six movements are performed in a fluid manner, and it is hard to imagine that this is a move made by someone who has never been exposed to any cold weapons a month ago.

A sword stabbed out, and a prompt sound immediately sounded in his mind, "The action deviation value is 4%, qualified." ”

As one action after another, prompts kept coming out of my head.

"The action deviation value is 5%, and it is qualified."

"The action deviation value is 2%, and it is qualified."

"The action deviation value is 7%, unqualified, and it is recommended to move down 5 cm."

A smile appeared on Zhang Xinyi's face, and with a flick of his wrist, the heavy sword in his right hand shifted upwards at a slight angle, correcting the angle.

Time passed little by little, and finally when the sun was about to set in the west, there was a prompt sound of the system in my ears.

"Drip ...... The basic swordsmanship of the qualified person is advanced to the elite level, increasing strength by 0.3, agility by 0.2, and physical strength by 0.3, and the existing basic values are strength 2.4, agility 2.5, physical strength 2.2, and spirit 1.3. ”

This is the second time this month that he has increased his physical attributes, and when he advanced to the mastery level of basic swordsmanship, it also brought him an attribute bonus of 0.2 strength, 0.1 agility, and 0.1 stamina.

The effect of the change is obvious, the sword body slashes through the air like lightning, the sound of breaking the air changes suddenly, and the blade cuts through the air with a faint sound, faster and more hidden, which means that Zhang Xinyi's grasp of swordsmanship has entered a new stage.

With a "whoosh", a slight sound slashed through the air, and the sword body pierced into a tree in front of it at an astonishing speed.

At this time, the sound of the crowd talking was heard not far away, Zhang Xinyi put his sword into the sheath, didn't look at the broken tree trunk, and walked slowly in the direction where the crowd came.

"Arya, if you run around like this again, I won't take you out next time without telling my mother." A slightly helpless voice shouted, and the owner of the voice was a young and strong man.

But his words were completely useless, and a girl with dark brown hair ran happily ahead, carefree like a fawn in the woods.

When passing by Zhang Xinyi, the girl glanced at his long sword curiously, and suddenly made a grimace at him.

Zhang Xinyi smiled back at the girl, and bowed his head lightly as he staggered past the three young men and a thin boy who followed the girl, and said, "Good afternoon, everyone." ”

"Good afternoon." Jon was stunned for a moment, then immediately responded.

Zhang Xinyi waved his hand and disappeared behind a big tree.

Robb narrowed his blue eyes and suddenly said, "That person gives me a strange feeling. ”

"What does it feel like? Robert. Suddenly, a small black head protruded from Jon's back.

It was Arya, and she didn't know when she ran back again.

"Arya, you shouldn't be too far away from us." Jon grinned and reached out to ruffle the girl's hair, not caring if the girl's palm was knocked off.

"I can only feel the same breath in Sir Roderick." Robb said solemnly.

Sir Rodric was a master swordsman in Winterfell, teaching him and Jon and Theon Greyjoy swordsmanship.

Little Bran also wanted to show his presence, and asked, "Are you saying he's a master of swordsmanship?" ”

"It's not a mediocre person who can lift that sword with one hand." Jon spoke with a calm face, and he felt a faint sense of oppression as the man passed by.

"Just a civilian, maybe I'll never see him again." Theon Greyjoy said dismissively, as if he wanted to end the uninteresting topic as soon as possible.

"Hey, that tree was fine some time ago?" Arya asked, suddenly pointing ahead.

A thick tree trunk was in front of the five men, and it was cut off by the waist.

Jon examined the cross-section of the trees and said with a serious expression, "It was cut by a sword, and only one sword was used." ”

"Could it be him......" Robb muttered.

On the other side, Zhang Xinyi showed a thoughtful look, and after watching TV, he naturally recognized that the children of the Stark family just now were them.

"The Starks, the plot is about to start at this time, and it's time to get involved in this Game of Thrones."

……

The North has always been the coldest place in Westeros, and even on sunny days, the wind can freeze a person's nose, and the most popular place in Winterfell is the tavern.

Think about it, sitting by a wood-baking fire, drinking a glass of Northland's specialty spirits, listening to the drinkers around you tell meat-and-vegetarian jokes, or immersing yourself in the epic stories of the bards' stirring lives on a cold and windy day.

So most of the men in the north are drunkards, and even women can take a sip.

Another ordinary evening, when Zhang Xinyi walked into the tavern, the tavern was already crowded with all kinds of people from the Seven Kingdoms.

Among them are mercenaries who travel from south to north and lick blood, greedy and cunning merchants from all over the Seven Kingdoms, honest farmers, disabled retired soldiers, muscular blacksmiths, and villagers who live in the vicinity, of course, there are **, thieves and killers in this kind of place, and a group of guys who work for the golden dragon.

Knights and nobles do not come to such lowly places, and they go to the richly decorated castles of the nobles, showing off their muscles and prowess in the sultry eyes of the noblewomen.

"Good evening, Zoro." By this time, Jim, the chubby hotelier, had become familiar with the nightly regular.

"Good evening Jim, a glass of ale, thank you." Zhang Xinyi, who goes by the pseudonym Sauron Melko, puts the big sword on the table specially reserved for him, and a silver deer pops out, which lands right on the bar.

The drinker next to him glanced at this person, as ordinary as thousands of mercenaries on the mainland, and then continued to chat indifferently.

They talked about the scandal of the knights of the noble family and the mistress of the nobleman and the mistress because of the cold weather this year, from a thief who was supposed to cut off his hands and chose to be a night watchman at the Wall, to the recent attack on the villagers by several wild men who were caught and executed, and finally to the debauchery of His Majesty and the fact that His Majesty suddenly visited Winterfell.

"Did you hear that, Master Stark's Bran fell from the tower and is still unconscious." At this time, a small man suddenly said with a secret expression, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

When Zhang Xinyi heard this, his heart suddenly moved.

"Oh! I've heard from my sister who works as a cook in my castle. Bless the seven gods, bless Lord Bran safe and sound. A woman with a southern appearance said reverently.

"Hey, the Seven Gods won't bless us northerners, it should be the old gods." A muscular soldier drained the glass of liquor in one gulp and said nonchalantly, "But be wary of King Robert falling and injuring him shortly after he came to Winterfell, and I dare say it must have been done by the Lannisters, who have always been at odds with the Starks......"

"The lion in the west has never wanted Lord Stark to be the Prime Minister, perhaps deliberately to make Lord Stark worry about his youngest son's injury, the despicable Lannisters." Another drinker with a big nose chimed in.

"We can't afford to be mixed up with the affairs of the nobility, but Lord Stark is a fair and benevolent lord, so let's give a toast to the beloved Lord Stark!"

"To Lord Stark!"

"I wish little Bran a speedy recovery!"