The glimmer of the morning came from afar.

Jones Amber took the initiative to leave the school city after lying down for a whole day and a night, and after sorting out his thoughts, after all, what he did was known by the school city, and the punishment was very serious, so he simply left early.

Jones Amber was nearly two meters tall and was an extremely strong man, wearing black leather boots, black wool pants, black woolen sweater, black soft leather armor, and a silver ring armor, with a shining long sword pinned to his waist, and a black gem inlaid on the hilt, and a black handsome long-haired war horse under his crotch.

These are almost all of his net worth, and the total value is close to ten golden dragons, which is not a small amount, according to his estimates, the purchasing power of one golden dragon is equivalent to more than 10,000 yuan on the earth.

The reason why he hurried with a fully armed posture was because the road might not be too smooth.

The school town where he is now located is located in Old Town, the largest port on the continent of Westeros, one of the five cities, and the oldest of them, located at the southwestern tip of the entire continent.

And his home, the last Hearth, is the northernmost castle except for the Night's Watch Bastion.

The shape of the continent of Westeros is relatively regular, like a north-south rectangle, the north of the Great Wall of Desperation is called Saiwai, and the south is the Seven Kingdoms. Of course, the Seven Kingdoms have long been united, and now there is only one king.

Recently, however, news has spread that the mighty King Robert Baratheon has been killed by a wild boar, much to the surprise of Jones Amber.

He remembered King Robert Baratheon, who was as strong as an ox, fearless and courageous on the battlefield, and a heroic figure who had almost been mythologized by the common people.

Jones shook his head, clamped the handsome horse under his crotch hard, urging it to run wild on the King's Road, now he just wanted to go back to his home, ready to enjoy the life of the aristocratic class, knowing that nobles and commoners are completely two different concepts, and the meaning of his surname alone will require hundreds of years of struggle by others.

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The horse's hooves beat rhythmically on the ground, and Jones Amber looked at the scenery on both sides from time to time, the natural environment here is beautiful, the population density is not too high, although there are some horse-drawn carriage teams on the road, but everyone goes their own way, and everything is safe.

His next stop was the High Court, the most beautiful castle in all of Westeros.

Both the Old Town and the High Court, where the school city is located, belong to the Riverlands and are under the jurisdiction of the Tyrells. The Tyrells are large and wealthy, second only to the Lannisters, who are arguably the richest, but they are able to mobilize a stronger military.

Although his Amber family also has a long history, its strength is very different from that of the Tyrells, who often call themselves the "supreme rulers of the river". Usually they also hold the title of Guardian of the South. The family crest is a golden rose that blooms above a verdant green field.

It is a level of tycoon of the Stark family, which is loyal to the Amber family.

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There was hardly any pause, and it was not until late evening that Jones came across a huge white castle, the upper part of which had been replaced by a white castle, which looked particularly beautiful and magical in the evening glow.

By this time he had come to a better understanding of the Tyrells' wealth, "It can't be compared, it can't be compared!" Jones muttered, and his family's last fireplace town was as shabby as the country.

At the foot of the hill is surrounded by a ring of white marble walls, and the huge gates are bustling with traffic, making it one of the richest castles.

The gates are flanked by two heavily armed guards, blue and white armor is artistic, and the golden roses of the Tyrells can be seen everywhere.

"Tell me the name!" the guard in front stopped Jones and said coldly.

"Oh, I've never heard of this rule, and you need to tell your name when you enter the outer city!" Jones asked, confused.

The guard looked at the strong man who was nearly two meters in front of him, swallowed his saliva, and said, "That was before, let you say it?"

"Jones Amber," Jones replied after a moment's thought.

The guard in blue and white armor immediately asked, "Is it from the Amber family in the North?" This was obviously nonsense, but he wanted to confirm it again.

"Yes!"

"My lord, Lord Tyrrell, please come with me!" the guard immediately bent down and made a gesture to lead the way.

It was a surprise to Jones, who had only planned to stay out of town for one night, and had never thought of meeting anyone, after all, a giant family like Tyrell would not pay attention to a small family like himself.

But the guard in front of him, although his posture was very humble, his tone did not mean much negotiation.

"My lord, please follow me. "The outer city at the foot of the hill and the inner city on the hill had a vast labyrinth of plants, which caused the guards to look back from time to time to warn Jones that he was afraid of getting lost.

"I wonder what Mistress Tyrell is looking for me?" Jones finally asked.

"You'll know when you arrive. The guard didn't say much.

"It's not going to be on a thief ship, and the Amber family and the Tyrells don't have any entanglements. Jones thought worriedly, his heart began to beat faster, I don't know if it was his own delusion, he felt his body temperature start to rise, and even the blood flow faster and faster.

Just as he felt that he was about to undress as he felt hot, a group of richly dressed people appeared in front of him. There were about a few dozen people, and they gathered around a fire to talk to each other, and the guard immediately ran up to an extremely handsome man and whispered a few times.

The handsome young man immediately turned around and looked Jones Amber up and down with his beautiful golden eyes.

I don't know if it's Jones's delusion, he can even feel a little seductive from the other party's eyes, "Is this person the recognized beautiful man of the Seven Kingdoms, the Knight of the Hundred Flowers?" It is said that half of the women in the Seven Kingdoms want to go to his bed, and he is the envy of all boys, Loras Tyrrell?"

I saw that the other party smiled at him, then got up and stepped forward, clapped his hands and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is a huge awakening, there is a nobleman from the north in our riverbend!"

"That person?"

"Just look at his outfit and know he's a northerner!"

"This guy is really tall, about the same as Tars's beauty Brienne, haha!"

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The crowd whispered that it was rare for northern nobles to come to their southern borders, especially when King Robert Baratheon had just died.

Jones was so uncomfortable by everyone's gaze that he had to salute, "It is my honour to be met by Sir Loras Tyrrell!"

"It's not like the Amber family said it. "Knowing the characteristics of each aristocratic family was a compulsory lesson for Loras as a child.

"There are not a few people in the North who have been impressed by Sir Loras," Jones casually patted a sycophant, patting a sycophant and not spending money, and still in other people's territory, it is always right to be polite.

Hearing that even stubborn northerners liked him, Loras's fair face instantly flushed, and he pulled Jones's arm excitedly, "Come on, come on, let's talk while drinking!"

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"So you studied in the school city before?"

After a complicated greeting, at this time, Jones was surrounded by a circle of people, most of the nobles here were vassals of the Tyrell family, of course, there were exceptions, maybe like Jones, they were also invited by passing.

"Then why did you leave the school?" asked the freckled little Daismera Redwin curiously.

"When I heard that bachelors were not allowed to marry and have children, I left, after all, I had grown up and knew that a beautiful aristocratic lady was an indispensable part of life. Jones had already thought of an excuse, but in fact he really couldn't understand the various perverted rules of the bachelor, and he could only say that the original Jones Amber was too simple.

"Woo~!" The people around him heard his explicit thirst for women, and immediately burst into a chorus, but no one laughed at him, most of these people were about fifteen or sixteen years old, and it was the time when they most yearned for the opposite sex and love.

Little Daismera blushed when she heard Jones's reply, turned her head away from him, and whispered something to her sisters.

"Jones is right, love is not to be disappointed, let's toast together!" Loras enthusiastically proposed.

"Let's toast love!" said in unison.

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"Brother, why are you happy?" Suddenly, a crisp and confident voice came from not far away.

I saw a very beautiful girl, wearing a blue and white dress walking slowly, she has soft brown curly hair, a beautiful figure, the most attractive thing is her bright eyes, it is Margaery Tyrell, known as the "Rose of the High Court", is only sixteen years old this year.

After Jones saw her, he swept around again, and I have to say that as soon as this girl came, she immediately became the most dazzling pearl in the audience.

"Dear sister, we're talking about love, something you're about to have!" said Loras, slightly vinegared.

"It's an honor to marry Lord Lanli!" replied Margaery bluntly.

At this time, everyone's expressions became obscure, and the affairs of Loras and Ranly Baratheon, the gay people, were known almost in the circle, and only Jones was still in the clouds.

Margaery didn't want to say anything more, but looked at Jones and said with a smile, "Is this from the Amber family, who claims to have giant blood?"

"Your eyes are not only beautiful, but also very sharp, I am Jones Amber, and it is my pleasure to know Miss. ”