"The Golden Dragon will fly!!"

This immediately became a big deal in White Harbor City, and for the horses of White Harbor City, the Eaglelion and the Golden Pig often hovered in the central bell tower of White Harbor City, although it was no strange, although it still attracted countless people every day to watch and even worship.

But compared to the soaring posture of the Gripen's wings.

The news that the golden dragon took off in the sky over White Harbor City brought an even more shocking impact to everyone.

Everyone knew that the Gripon was the totemic monster that guarded the Lord's home in the North, but the attraction generated by the dragon's soaring sky overshadowed the Gripon for the first time.

Lynn stood on the open-air balcony of his lord's mansion, looked up at the golden dragon with a beautiful posture in the sky, patted the fat head brain of the golden pig sleeping lazily at his feet, and smiled at his aunt.

Although it was the first time that the golden dragon appeared in the sky over White Harbor, it did not learn to fly today.

The lord's mansion is full of pride for the golden dragon to be so welcome in White Harbor, and the servants go out to buy vegetables today with their chests held high, and the passers-by are full of envy of the Rothschild family's golden dragon, but they are often just a restrained arrogant smile, and say in their hearts, they have never seen the world, and the golden dragon has learned to fly for nearly half a month.

This time he appeared outside, but it was the lord who came back and allowed the golden dragon to go out for a break temporarily.

Moreover, the lord also gave this dragon a very apt nickname, what is it...... The gold bar is said to be more compatible when read together with the Gripen Beast Golden Pig.

It's a thief.

Alfred, the old butler, brought the warm ale himself on a tray, and Lynn turned to take the glass, and saw Lyanna Mormont the little bear girl looking at her with an idiotic look.

Lynn touched her face, "What?

The bear girl looked at Lynn with very blatant contempt, sighed, and took a wine glass from the tray in the butler's hand, and slowly walked back to her seat.

"My lord, you don't have flowers on your face, but why do you show a smile at your own monster, it's crazy to look at. ”

Lynn laughed dryly when he heard this, and didn't mind: "The gold bar will fly, as its parent, of course I have reason to be happy, forget it, you don't understand it." ”

The little bear girl Lyanna suddenly said angrily: "Who is the child, I am the patriarch of Bear Island, the director of the fishing village port, and I am about to apply for the post of the white port officer." ”

Lynn took a sip of malt wine, and the warm and somewhat spicy aroma of the wine immediately moistened his spleen and stomach, making his whole body warm, and His Excellency made a wooden wine glass and asked, "So confident?

The little bear girl cut in a low voice and said, "Who is rare!"

Lynn suddenly remembered something, and asked Alfred, the butler on the side, "How is Lynn College built now?"

The affairs of the academy were originally left to the priestesses Maye and Lyanna, but Lynn had instructed the housekeeper to do the construction and overseer.

Hearing Lynn's inquiry, the old housekeeper said with a smile, "My lord, it is estimated that there will be about a month to complete the construction, from the start of the construction to the present, two months, the recruited craftsmen have been working overtime to rush the construction, until recently completed the construction of the main school building." ”

It is indeed not easy to build a large church, and it is already very fast to be able to basically complete it in three months, Lynn nodded. "There's no hurry in this matter, let the craftsmen build it better, and after it's finished, you can take a reward in the lord's mansion and send it down, which can be regarded as a good prize." ”

"Yes, sir. The old butler agreed, and said, "My lord, the free-range pigs in the sacred wood forest outside White Harbor have all grown up recently, do you want to try a roast pig at night?" I can tell the cook to arrange it." ”

Most of the pigs in the Middle Ages were free-range in the forest, and the meat yield was much less than that of pigs in captivity, but the meat quality was much better than that of pigs in captivity.

Pork is more rare in Westeros than horse meat and mutton, the reason is very simple, it is not that no lord's family has a forest to raise pigs, of course, there are not only pigs in the forest, there will be other livestock, but pigs are the least, that thing is too edible, no amount of grass is enough for it to waste, the same forage, can raise ten heads and eight sheep, but only enough for one pig to chew.

This also led to the fact that in the continent of Westeros, pigs, a delicious livestock, almost became a special supply for the great nobles.

The reason why this divine creature has no desire to become extinct in Westeros is simply because lard can be used for lighting lamps and is a valuable portable fuel.

Wealthy aristocrats can afford veal. Except for those large farmers who have the potential to raise a beef cow, ordinary farmers may only be able to eat old beef that cannot be used for farm work.

Although it is also considered meat, it is definitely an excellent food for exercising chewing muscles......

Lynn said to the old butler regretfully: "Pig is indeed a good thing, but I prefer beef, I guess there are not many people in our mansion who rarely eat pork, or you can pull the pig to the market to exchange for some beef......"

"Don't, sir!"

"Lynn, I'm going to ......"

Before Lynn finished speaking, he saw the thin monkey staring at the urn in front of him like a copper bell and yelling angrily, and the little bear girl who was still pretending to be a lady tasting wine on the side jumped her feet calmly, asking for a meal of pork, so she said with a smile in her eyes: "Of course, you don't have to be so troublesome, anyway, our family is not bad for beef, and the Shenmu Forest is almost my captive forest, there is no need to mess with things to the market to change!" Since there are people who are willing to eat, they will slaughter one at night, and some of the northern vassals are still stranded in White Harbor and have not returned, so when they go back, they will bring some pigs into the water and take back the territory to show off, it will also seem that the decency of my Rothschild family is not good. ”

Seeing Han Niu nodding his head like a pile driver, Lynn said to him: "Han Niu, go outside and invite a few more butchers to the mansion to kill pigs, you want good craftsmanship, pigs are treasures all over the body, I want to give them as gifts, don't waste it." ”

Just now, he didn't care about eating pigs, and when he remembered that pigs were so valuable in Westeros, they could be used as valuables to other vassals as gifts, and Lynn suddenly became philistine.

However, none of the people present paid attention to Lynn's careful thoughts, and their minds were already fantasizing about the fat-headed and big-eared pork, and the lard rattling when the fire was set up.

Several butchers in the inner city of White Harbor heard that the lord's mansion was going to kill the pig, and they almost rushed to run, for fear of falling behind, and entered the mansion, and one of the butchers saw the three big fat pigs enclosed behind the fence in the backyard of the lord's mansion, and immediately couldn't help but step forward, and touched the old mother's body full of spots, looking extremely excited, as if he had seen the most favorite woman, and finally put his face on the pig and rubbed it gently, so that the old butler Alfred wanted to vomit.

"Master Butler, do you really intend to ask us to kill these three pigs?" said one of the butchers for a long time before he put down his hand and looked at the old butler with hope.

"If you don't give it to you, I think if you don't kill the pig, you'll kill me! “

The butcher smiled, quickly put away a strange knife in his hand, rubbed his hands and kept circling around the pig, and kept chanting: "Old God, oh no, Lao Tzu doesn't believe in the old god, my God, I am an old butcher on Willow Street in Baigang, killing sheep and horses all my life, finally have the opportunity to slaughter live pigs, and finally can comfort the slaughtering skills handed down from my ancestors......"