The little girl in front of her stopped her horse, broke away from Sweetmouth's group, and waited for Gregor and Maester Harry on the side of the road.

Gregor paid a secret attention to the little girl.

He didn't allow himself to think about what the little girl had been through on the mountain, if he had experienced something like that himself, if he had been a little girl, he would have felt that it was the end of the world.

But this little girl's strength is like the black stone of the silver mountain.

As the lord of the little girl, before this, Gregor had no impression of this little girl named Julie.

"Father!" said the little girl.

Gregor was a little cramped.

In his previous life, he was an unmarried student, and he was also an ordinary dog dumped by his girlfriend, but he fused Grego's soul memories and got Grego's body. Get...... Body...... It seems that two men have carried out a strange trick across time and space, which is a bit awkward.

"Hmm!" Gregor snorted.

"Father kill me. The little girl said again.

"Uh!" Gregor was stunned, "I'm not your father. ”

Maester Harry was also surprised: "Julie, call your lord." ”

"Father, kill me. ”

Gregor suddenly felt his head get a little bigger: "I won't kill you." ”

"Don't kill me?"

"Not to kill you!" Gregor was sure.

It's because you've caused a lot of trouble, why should I kill you? I'm not the Gregor I used to be.

"If my father doesn't kill me, I'll follow you. The little girl said. Then the little girl slowed down her horse, and naturally pushed Master Harry behind, and she and Gregor rode together.

This is another small detail, proving that the little girl can ride a horse, and there are little calculations.

Gregor looked at Julie condescendingly, with dry yellow hair, sparse, pointed chin, small face, single eyelids, amber eyes, thin lips, without the slightest childishness, revealing sophistication and composure that absolutely did not match her age.

This reminds Gregor of the wild girl of House Stark in Winterfell in the North, Arya Stark. If Julie was also from a famous aristocratic family, would she also grow into a ruthless character like Arya, or even more powerful.

This reminded Gregor of a sentence: Princes and generals, rather have a kind!

"Julie, have you ever practiced swordsmanship?"

"No, but I've seen people make swords. ”

"Have you ever used a knife?"

"Used. ”

"How does it work?"

"Kill chickens, kill ducks, kill pigs, kill goats. If you kill someone, it should feel the same way. ”

"You are young, don't say anything about murder. "Gregor felt a little cold.

Julie's small eyes squinted: "Lord Magic Mountain is still afraid of killing?"

Gregor 'uh': "You're still a kid." ”

"I'm not a child, I'm a woman. The little girl, Julie, turned her head to look at Master Harry behind her, "Bachelor, get to Fort Klegane and give me moon tea." ”

Moon tea, a kind of medicinal tea used by women to have a fetus.

Maester Harry stammered, "...... Julie...... Are you pregnant...... Done?"

He was amazed at the little girl's calmness, or - there was no sense of shame.

"I don't know. The little girl's natural tone.

Gregor felt even more cramped.

He may not have saved a little Arya second, but a little Gregor the second.

Little Gregor, at Julie's age, had already burned his brother Sandor's face and broke his biological father's neck in the grove.

None of them are normal people.

Things gather by like, people by groups, could it be that his notoriety as the number one murderer in the Seven Kingdoms can only attract similar people and things?

Gregor didn't know much about moon tea, but he knew that it was used by women to have a baby.

In the distance, Sweet-mouthed Raff is humming a ditty tune and singing a vulgar song with a notepad: Noblewoman's Supper. They sang one song after another, all of which were the three vulgar songs from Gregor's previous life, and finally attracted Dunsen, who could not sing, and Polivior, who could only hum, also sang together, a more vulgar song that was very obscene and inappropriate for children: the queen took off her shoes, the king abandoned her crown, the queen took off her skirt, and the king took off her pants......

The hostage in the middle of the four, Addo Charlotte, also sang along, a vague smile on his stiff face.

It can be seen that whether it is a nobleman or a soldier, as long as they don't pretend, men's interests are actually the same.

Only the horseman Thomas Man looked frowning and worried.

*

Night.

Maester Harry was undecided.

As soon as they returned to Fort Klegane, they sent the raven, and the raven had flown back, but there was no reply from Earl Tywin.

This made Master Harry uneasy, wondering what Master Tywin thought when he read the letter he had written.

Lord Tywin sent Master Harry to follow Gregor, in addition to treating Grego's headaches, it also served as an eye for Lord Tywin.

Fort Klegan was less than a hundred miles from Kaiyan City, and the ravens came and went quickly.

At the table, Addo Chariot had already had a hot fight with Sweet-Mouthed Raff, which was Sweet-Mouthed Ralph's ability, and Julie did not go home, but knelt beside Gregor to help Gregor cut the meat, spread honey on the bread, serve bacon soup, and pour wine, just like a father's little padded jacket.

Sitting at the bottom of her real father, Thomas Mann, Julie never took the initiative to communicate with her father.

In the afternoon, Sweetmouth Raff taught the little girl manners, the executioner Dunson taught the little girl how to hold a sword on her side, Ado Chariot taught her the bow and arrow, and Gregor slept in his bedroom until evening when Polivier came to call him for dinner.

After recovering from drugs, he traveled all night and needed to rest.

The food in this world is very rich, there is no shortage of all kinds of meat, and you can often hunt and eat wolf meat, bear meat, wild boar meat that cannot be eaten in the earth civilization, and shadow lynx meat as big as a tiger, but there is one point, the meat quality is not delicate, the salt particles in various mixes are large, and the grit is heavy.

It's by the sea, but everyone actually eats mineral salt.

This makes Gregor miss the snow-white fine salt in the earth's civilization, and it is also added with iodine.

The salt here can not be done as a business, purified, there is no grit, there is no bitter taste, bag by bag of exquisite packaging, sold to the nobles like a beautiful gift.

The answer should be feasible, because the salt here is bought and sold in the salt ponds, and the workers stand barefoot in the salt ponds when they unload and load the trucks. Whether it was a nobleman or a commoner, the salt purchased was filled with wooden salt tanks. Bulk!

To refine mineral salt, salt and salt are as white as sand, no chemical technology is required, and it can be done in a purely physical way, which is a very simple high temperature to filter out the slag dust, cool and crystallize.

Sea salt can also be boiled by the sea.

It's just that Gregor doesn't want to make this his main business.

He wanted to mine, dig for gold.

If you don't move your brain to dig gold in the West, you must have in your head.

But there were no gold or silver mines in Gregor's territory.

His territory is pitifully small.

The western realm is mountainous, golden, and silvery, but the mountains have masters.

The only two gold and silver mines that are unowned are the two families that have been wiped out by Lord Tywin: the Reyes family of Castelmeh and the Tabek family of Tarbek Hall. The gold and silver mines of the two families have been abandoned for thirty-eight years.