Chapter Ninety-Three: The Resurgence of Strife (1)

"Do you want me to read it again for you?"

Sir Barry stomped his iron boots in anger, and as a sign of his pride as a knight, his breastplate and iron boots were emblazoned with a golden personal coat of arms.

"The Black Knight is too defensive, especially for us, no, for all the adults except the Northerners, he is on guard, and the stupid people have not yet seen it, and they regard the Black Knight as their Heavenly Father, and change their children's surname to Jones...... Dick Jones, Panda Jones, Gerry Jones...... Is this a great gathering of untouchables? Seven Hells, now that I hear these names, my head is going to explode. ”

A grumbling voice was heard.

Scott also wanted to laugh when he heard this, many of the unsurnamed teenagers in the recruits have changed their surnames to Jones, and the ass babies in the city who can't do anything except bask in the sun have also changed their surnames to "Jones".

I heard that these people wanted to change their names to "Jones" before, but after being known by the black knight Jones Amber, he issued an awkward order like a poem, "In the name of the father, cast your surname, is to inherit the ......"

Now the bard is still being sung in the city.

Therefore, now "Jones" has become the number one surname in the city, and he can't hide if he wants to.

And after the damn wall was built, the refugees who had taken refuge in the jungle and cellars in the Riverlands, like hungry ghosts smelling the smell of food, began to frantically rush here.

At the same time, they also brought a large number of orphans.

It may be that after hearing that after changing the name of the lord, he will be less bullied, and the baby surnamed 'Jones' will become the same as the fish trapped in the moat, and he can be hit by any piercing.

......

"I won't wait any longer," said the cold voice of the sir, who had barely spoken, "Char has been sent back and forth by you because he has been stripped of his knightly name.

Who are you, or rather, who are we, I know very well, now that I have the lowest amount of work, and I may be stripped of my knighthood at any time, is Char's fate not enough of a warning?

Yes, Duke Tywin has promised to carve out a large territory so that each of us can become an earl, but wouldn't it be better if there was one less?"

Char was the one who spoke out against the Black Knight at the knight's canonization ceremony prepared that day, and was stripped of his knighthood as a result.

Scott was shocked when he heard this, and he suddenly realized that his thoughts were still too simple.

He now wants to seal the field or not, and there are no attendants and soldiers, and his former friends avoid him like a snake and scorpion, and the people around him laugh at him more than once.

What qualifications does he have to be a brother and sister to these knights?

By the way, I can go to the Black Knight to tell the truth, these people's plans are simply a pest in the dark, and there is no light to see.

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I might be able to become a Jazz Master again.

At that time, I must protect the lord well and stop being stupid.

Perhaps because of the lack of alcohol, Scott's mind became clearer and clearer.

"You don't have to worry, Lannister, debts must be paid, and what Duke Tywin promised never counts......" Sir Barry's voice of relief came out.

But Scott wasn't interested anymore, he slowly leaned back and stepped back softly.

As soon as he turned around, his excited face froze directly.

Because he saw a few people looking at him with a smile.

The sneer on the faces of these former knight brothers was as pale as the moonlight tonight.

Scott's cold sweat flowed uncontrollably, and his heart beat wildly, so much so that he could hear the thump himself.

"Damn, I listened so seriously just now that I forgot that someone might be coming from behind. ”

It turns out that the gap between him and a clever thief is not small, at least the thief will not make such a stupid mistake.

"I know about you," Scott said as he forced himself to compose, but he heard a tremor in his voice, "I'm with you, and I hate the Black Knight more than any of you." ”

The more he spoke, the brighter his eyes became, and maybe he would really have to quit drinking in the future, he thought.

"Hahaha, you scared the hell out of my dear Scott, damn it, put away your stupid jokes, Scott and I are true friends...... We were knights canonized by Moswood at the same time. ”

"Yes, yes, Joe, we're friends. Scott looked at his old friend's familiar smile, said gratefully, and specially called his old friend's nickname.

......

Under the moonlight, under the attention of everyone, the two hugged each other tightly, just like more than ten years ago, when they first became friends.

With a "poof", Scott felt a sharp pain in his lower back.

"You...... Why ......" He struggled to step back, and the first thing that caught his eye was Joe's hideous face.

"Because, you're so stupid, I can't let your stupid pig spoil our business!"

The sound of cutting flesh was remembered again, and in the process of retreating, Joe's dagger took advantage of the situation to cut his stomach open.

Scott, who successfully left the arms of his old friend, covered his tattered stomach with both hands to prevent the contents from leaking out.

At this time, he couldn't help but think of the armor and long sword that he had exchanged for wine, and the stupid words he had said when he first met the black knight because of drinking.

"Moswood has betrayed the Tully, betrayed the Riverlands, and we are all on the right side!" he said at the time.

"Is this the punishment of the gods for breaking their oaths?"

......

Suddenly, he felt his mouth covered, and a long sword came through his back, piercing his hands.

Blood filled his throat, and he coughed hard a few times before it spurted out of the crack in the hand that clenched his mouth.

"Guess who I am?"

"I guess your mother, Barry. Scott wanted to scream, but the blood poured out so much that he couldn't make anything but gurgling.

In a blur, he felt Barry's sword churn in his abdomen.

But it doesn't matter.

The pale moonlight seemed to get brighter and brighter.

The stars twinkle like the eyes of the gods.

"It's beautiful," Master Scott thought at last.