In the evening, the sunset burned the sky red.

The breeze swayed the branches and leaves of the tall pine, and under the reflection of the sunset, it looked more vigorous and upright.

The dappled sun hung on the treetops, falling little by little.

The sound of the horse's hooves gradually became clearer.

A strange trio comes out of the mountains, tall men, slender women, and a small dwarf.

......

The little dwarf held a branch in front and shook it unpleasantly, and from time to time he whipped the grass that stood in the way.

He has a big head that doesn't fit his figure, just looking at his face, it's not ugly, his blonde curls are scattered randomly, his blue eyes reveal a bit of shrewdness, and when he whips the grass, his eyes are constantly scanning left and right.

Walking behind him was a warrior with black armor, nearly two meters tall, and two giant swords hanging from his back.

Looking through the open mask, it is clear that he is still a teenager, with angular outlines, dark and deep eyes, and thick eyebrows, making the teenager look tall and handsome but not rough.

The young man held the reins of the war horse in one hand and the sleepy woman on the horse's back in the other.

The woman's face was a little pale, her lips were lightly pursed, her long eyelashes continued to tremble with her eyelids, and there were patches of black blood on her silver-white battle armor.

.......

"Daisy, it's almost safe. The tall and handsome young man said with some concern.

"Uh-huh......" Daisy replied with her lips open as if she were whispering.

"Boy, don't think about safety, you're catching a Lannister. "The Lannisters have debts to pay, and that's something that the newly-talking children of Westeros know." ”

"I didn't arrest you because you were a Lannister, if you hadn't said, 'Dead Lannisters are worthless,' I wouldn't have known you were the most famous little dwarf of the Seven Kingdoms, Tyrion Lannister. ”

Tyrion's flicking branch suddenly stopped, and the man choked as if he was choking, and said in disbelief, "You didn't recognize me, why did you arrest me? Do you have a grudge against you? Or do you have some strange fetishes?"

"We'll talk about that later, but I warn you not to try to run away again, after all, I don't have to take two steps. ”

"Yes, I admit that you are very tall, but heroes should not be concerned with the weak, and I believe that you, as a knight of honor, will not be too much to deal with poor gnomes. Tyrion said with a hint of agitation.

"You're the Black Knight, the Inheritor of the Academy, the Clegane Nemesis, Jones Amber. And I, a little devil, a little drunkard, a little pervert, a little dwarf, I don't have a good nickname, and even more annoying people still have a little ......"

Jones no longer paid attention to Tyrion's babbling, and he found out on the way that this guy was very shrewd, from luring to threatening, from being reasonable to provoking his relationship with the North, and he might have been persuaded by this guy if he was really a native.

......

"Finally a place to rest," Jones said happily, looking at the distant village.

Beyond the neat fields, the sunset shone and the barley, wheat and corn sparkled in the fields, but there was not a single farmer in the fields.

There was no sound or smoke in the village, and the whole land was silent.

"There's no one here," Tyrion said nervously.

"Of course it's your father, Duke Tywin," Jones replied sarcastically, leading his horse, "and there are many such places in the whole Riverlands. ”

"My father doesn't represent me, and there's no need to flee in such a remote place. Tyrion argued.

"The sword is not on your neck, and you certainly don't fear. ”

"Boy, my courage is definitely greater than what you see, I have urinated on the Great Wall of Desperation hundreds of meters, I have slept in a thousand-meter-high wind-leaking prison, and I have escaped under the siege of hundreds of mountain clans......"

"I find you, like your brother Jaime, never try to convince you by your mouth. ”

"Then you haven't seen my sister. Not only will she not be convinced, but everyone who tries to do so will end badly. ”

Suddenly, Tyrion stopped, turned around, looked up, looked at Jones in some disbelief, and asked, "You're trying to convince James? What's wrong with James? Is he already being captured by you?"

"I do underestimate you, and your mind is one of the most flexible I've ever seen," Jones said hopefully, looking at his face, "and if you're cooperative enough, I'll let you go." ”

Tyrion was a little overwhelmed by Jones's staring, and quickly took a few steps back, made a defensive gesture and said, "What the hell do you want to do? ”

"Shut up and hurry up. Jones shouted angrily.

Then he glanced at Daisy, her eyes slightly closed, her upper body almost entirely clinging to her.

"I don't think I heard this guy's vulgar words, otherwise it would be too embarrassing for me. Jones breathed a sigh of relief, "Girls don't like vulgar men. ”

He has very little love experience, and his emotional intelligence in this area is not high, so now he can only remember some points and keep reminding himself.

The sunset stretched the reflections of the three of them long, and also stretched the young man's thoughts far away.

......

Shortly before the sun had set completely, they finally arrived at the first house.

It was a cosy little hut.

A few old trees surround the small hut, and there are neat piles of firewood waiting to be chopped outside.

Jones first tied Tyrion with a tie and hung it in the doorway of the hut, then gently lifted the sleepy Daisy from her horse.

"Don't try to run away, or I can't guarantee that you'll miss something. Jones kicked open the door and said to Tyrion on the side.

"I know, I know, I'm like this, how can I run. Tyrion said as he moved his dangling hands, rolling his eyes.

Jones ignored him and ran into the hut, carefully laying Daisy flat on the wooden bed.

"Hmph~" As soon as she lay down, Daisy let out a thin soft snort, and her frowning brows were soothed a lot.

As soon as Jones put her down, he immediately got up to make a fire, and when he turned around, he found that one of Daisy's hands was still subconsciously dragging him.

"I'm going to make a fire and help you get the arrows out. ”

Daisy hummed softly, and then let go of her clenched right hand.

After a clanging sound, Jones finally raised the fire, placed the little dagger on it and roasted it, and pulled out a sealed round crystal pillar.

It was filled with disinfectant alcohol that Joaquin had prepared for the nobles of the North and Riverlands, and it turned out that almost not a single one was sold, and most of the current production was scattered by Jones to a few familiar men.

So far, his disinfectant alcohol business has lost money.

The reality is so cruel.

But the last few battles have just been fought, and with more wounded to us, maybe they can make a name for themselves in the North and the Riverlands, Jones advised himself.

......

"Treating the wound with boiled wine prevents the wound from worsening. Tyrion at the door said suddenly.

This made Jones's action of unscrewing the crystal pillar stunned, and he asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

Tyrion couldn't see the scene in the house, but it wouldn't surprise him to guess that it wasn't hard for him to help Daisy with her wounds. The point is that the approach of Tyrion goes straight to the essence of the problem.

He had always thought that Westeros had not noticed the details of disinfection and sterilization.

"A good brain needs to be honed by books, Inheritor of the Academy, obviously you haven't read enough. ”

Tyrion's words pierced Jones's heart.

His alcohol business was not very good, and he made a fuss, so angry.

But he still has Daisy's wounds to deal with, otherwise he will have to use more advanced knowledge to make this guy speechless.

......

Jones carefully removed Daisy's armarmor and carefully observed the arrow on her left arm and the wound.

"I'm going to single it out," Jones reminded.

"Hmm~"

Because of the pain, Daisy grabbed Jones's arm so hard that tears were about to fall out.

Jones held her down with one hand, and with the other hand, he held the treated dagger and carefully inserted it into the edge of the wound.

Finally, with a clang, the arrow with the barb was picked out.

"The wound wasn't too serious, the bleeding was fine. Jones breathed a sigh of relief, and a fine layer of sweat had appeared on his forehead just now.

He then washed the wound with alcohol several times before he was completely reassured.

He patted Daisy's clenched right hand and said, "You wait for me a while, I'll take care of some things first." ”

"Very important," he said to himself, getting up.