Winterfell, night.

Jones was in the light, writing a short letter earnestly.

"I'm back, but I'm going south with your brother Robb, so I can't come to the Great Wall of Desperation to look for you. If you get stuck, you can go to Last Fireplace City and ask my uncle for help. The territory of the Amber family, near Seal Bay, and near the Great Wall and the East Sea, already belongs to me. In the absence of my return, with this letter, you can levy troops, buy food, and even exercise the right of the first night in my domain (the first night of the woman in the Amber family domain should be contributed to the lord). Even though others call you bastard, you are my friend. ”

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Although he didn't understand Jon Snow being a stricter night watchman than a monk, he still wanted to help his friend.

There are a lot of strong beliefs in this world, perhaps to the gods, or to honor and responsibility, although Jones asked himself if he could be so noble, but it did not prevent him from recognizing and liking noble people.

But this exclamation can only be made in times of silence, and he is still facing life and death, as the Stark family motto says,

"Winter Is Coming!"

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The next morning, Jones arrived at the blacksmith shop full of anticipation.

After a night of polishing and carving, the armor and heavy sword were already in shape. The body of the heavy sword and the hilt are one, with a total length of more than two meters, weighing more than 100 catties, and the whole body is dark and glowing with cold light.

The armor is extremely thick, and the helmet has no strange shape, but the angry expression on the mask is absolutely unforgettable, the armor covers the whole body, except for the joints, and the front of the breastplate has a roaring giant pattern of broken chains outlined by silver wires, and the silver shines against the black background.

Jones put it on and tried to run a little, it was a lot slower, but when he fought in heavy armor, he had his own horses as his feet, and maybe it would be much better then.

Swinging the heavy sword with all his strength, it naturally brought a gust of air current, blowing the clothes of the people around him.

"Yes, this wide can also be used as a substitute for a shield to block arrows. He was pleased with the armor and epee he had completed under his tutelage.

There is a heavy sword Cato on the back of the armor, and the heavy sword can be placed vertically behind his back when he is not fighting, which he learned from his favorite comic book protagonist in his previous life.

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Unfortunately, the joy was interrupted by the owner of the house not long after.

"How much?"

"My lord, eight hundred golden dragons, I don't dare to deceive you. The owner of the house begged for mercy, "You're running out of tungsten steel in our shop." ”

"Alright, alright. Jones agreed with some discouragement, and the golden dragon that had just arrived was so nearly spent, "Jookin, this bag counts two hundred golden dragons out, and the rest is given to him." ”

"My lord, you can really spend money, this is the money of a hundred sets of good armor. Joaquin said with a bitter face.

"If you don't have enough money, you can earn it again, but if you don't have a life, you can't be resurrected. Jones reassured himself.

But how to make money, you really have to think about it. As for why he wants to make money, Jones has not thought about it, maybe this is his nature.

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How to think about making money, to put it simply, is the four aspects of clothing, food, housing and transportation.

In terms of clothes, the only breakthrough point he can think of is women, and this world should have no bra (xiong) cover and stockings, but if he really wants to be this friend of women, he may have to have a "vest" first, after all, Jones Amber's reputation is also very important.

Food, there is no stir-fry in this world, if he has a restaurant hotel, it can indeed be used as a means to attract customers, but most of the restaurants and hotels in Westeros are family-owned, and there are no chain hotels across different territories, so this business does not seem to be big.

Of course, there is also wine, and the wine he has heard of is the sweet red wine from Qingting Island, the white wine from Reese, the pear brandy, fire wine, and pepper wine from Telosi, the light green god wine from Mill, the tobaccobacle brown wine, the Andal sour wine, and the summer red wine from Dorne, each of which has a history of more than 1,000 years, and there is no market for what high-purity distilled spirits he wants to do.

However, no one has associated disinfection with alcohol, and in the case of more unreliable housing and transportation, medical alcohol should be the only convenient thing for him to achieve now, especially when the war is approaching.

Thinking of this, Jones excitedly shouted to the owner of the house, "Bring me a pen and paper." ”

The owner of the house didn't know what was crazy about him, but after a short time together, he had learned to be obedient.

Then Jones drew a strange goose-like jug on paper, "Can you make this? There are no requirements for the material, it doesn't matter whether it is pig iron or steel." ”

"It can be done, it must be able to be done. ”

The neck of the "goose" was not easy to do, and the owner of the house wanted to refuse, but when he looked at the black-armored giant with a heavy sword in front of him, he suddenly changed his words again.

"Seven layers of hell, I'm scared by the armor I've made. ”

"Well, I'll send someone to fetch it tonight. ”

After saying that, Jones walked out wearing heavy tungsten steel armor, as if shaking the ground.

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"Apples, good apples, twice as much as the price, you'll think it's cheap. ”

"Let's buy blood melons, they're as sweet as honey!"

"Kohlrabi, onions, potatoes, come, kohlrabi, onions, potatoes, come, come!"

"Beer, white wine, red wine, sour wine!"

The vegetables and fruits transported to Winterfell were no longer in good condition, and the small traders and vendors could only shout harder.

After passing through the food street, Jones bought several barrels of Reese's liquor, but fortunately, there was no shortage of manpower, so he did not have to carry it himself.

"Joaquin, I want to sell something, is there any firm I can join?"

"My lord, if you are in a free city-state, there are countless large and small trading houses, but most of the commercial trade in Westeros is controlled by lords and nobles, and there are almost no free trading houses. ”

"Hey, the backward social system hinders the development of commerce, and the free city-states do want to visit it if they have time. Jones lamented, "But don't I have a free city-state?"

After saying that, Jones stopped and stared at Joaquin, who was holding the golden dragon behind him.

Because Jones's young face was covered by a terrifying mask, Joaquin's attitude couldn't help but be much more respectful, and at this moment, he couldn't see the gaze under the mask, and Joaquin actually lowered his head nervously for the first time.

"Big ..... My lord, I don't understand what you mean. ”

"I'll give you a few men, you can set up a uh..... Well, the Dwarven Merchant House, as for the origin, it's from your hometown. ”

"My lord, what does this 'dwarf' say?"

"A bunch of highly skilled guys. ”

"And what are we going to sell?"

"What to sell, we'll have to see if we can succeed tonight. ”

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