The lobby of the Curtsy Knee Hotel is long, but it is well ventilated, so it doesn't feel stuffy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info When Zhao Mai walked into the house, it was not yet dinner time, and only a few resting farmers were holding glasses of ale and talking in low voices. They looked up at Zhao Mai and looked up and down: there was no metal armor or long sword, no family crest, only a large cloak and black leather cuirass, either mercenaries or lone killers or robbers.

"Dinner time is coming soon, so you can make a fire first. Martha began to chew tobacco again, her cheeks bulging, propping up the muscles in her face. "Unfortunately, there is no room left, so if you want to change your clothes, you have to go to the kitchen or the pantry. ”

"No need for a room, I'm not here for the night. Zhao Mai stretched hard, and the muscles that were instilled and massaged by the natural force creaked and rattled, much to Martha Hyde's surprise. She no longer dared to treat Zhao Mai as an ordinary merchant or servant, but classified him as "a somewhat dangerous role".

"By the way, the dog is not allowed to come in, and there is no rain under the eaves outside the door, so it cannot be drenched. Martha hurriedly explained: "The rules here are like this, even the nobles will abide by them. ”

"The guest is as he pleases. Zhao Mai raised his finger and pointed, and the reserve grain obediently went over and lay down, put his head on the overlapping front paws, and looked at the rain outside in a daze. "The duck will come in a while, and I'll let you pick it first. Zhao Mai said a word to it and closed the door of the inn.

The people inside were observing him, and he was observing the place. The rectangular hall has a whole wall of space stacked with large wooden barrels, and on the other side of the wall is a stove. The guy was wiping down the table and looking at the barbecue skewers by the fire in between work, flipping it over or greasing it as needed. From the stairs came the sound of talking and laughing, and the characteristic sound of boots stepping on the planks. Zhao Mai took two quick steps and grabbed the position close to the stove. Unfastened his cloak and set it aside, the heat came, and the wet clothes on his body emitted white vapor, making him feel as if he would form a cloud.

After a while, the benches were full, and it was time for dinner. Villagers, farmers, and fishermen on the Three Forks (in fact, the Red Fork, Blue Fork, and Green Fork) sit side by side with travelers of all origins, and there is not much separation. There didn't seem to be any aristocrats present, so everyone didn't need to pay much attention to it, comfort was the most important thing.

Of course, not all of them were laborers, many of them were carrying swords, and some of them had full-body chain mail. Three swordsmen wearing red horse badges also crowded around the fire, seemingly faking the heat. They glanced up at Zhao Mai and noticed the rising mist on his wet clothes, so they just snorted and didn't drive him away. If they do, it will form a domineering and unreasonable impression in the eyes of others, which is not a good thing.

The iron boots pressed against the wooden staircase, making a pounding sound. A group of men dressed in blue steel rings and silver-gray cloaks on their shoulders stepped down. Finally, there is a coat of arms that Zhao Mai knows! The twin towers symbol representing the Frey family in Twin River City is on their shoulders. Frey of the Twin Towers is under the banner of the Tully family's Big Fish, but its lord, Wald Frey, is dissatisfied with the Tully family and has long been friends with the Lannisters of the Lion Banner.

After the duck in the reserve grain was cooked, it exuded an attractive aroma, and Zhao Mai brought the reserve grain to him as agreed, leaving only one duck leg. The proprietress Martha prepared him a plate of fried fish fillet with refried beans, two pieces of broccoli for garnish, and an apple. When he returned, there was no seat next to the stove, and the guy with the red horse badge spread his arms and occupied the place that originally belonged to Zhao Mai.

So he took a seat at another table and sat with a couple of guys who looked like caravan guards. The men took the initiative to clean up the table and make way for him.

"Young people who are traveling in the rain are so easy to get sick. A mercenary wearing a faded blue cloak with a mustache on his lips said to him, "I recommend that you drink some of the spirits here, brewed with barley, which is quite vigorous and the best way to get rid of dampness." ”

"Ah, thank you. Zhao Mai thought for a while and shouted to Martha: "Boss, the liquor brewed from barley, give us a share here!"

The mustachioed mercenary gave him a thumbs up: "Good lad, you will always have good luck." My name is Bollon, and I want you to serve you. ”

So you're Bolon, an agile, quick-witted, and very realistic freelancer. Zhao Mai remained silent, turning his head to carefully examine the guys around him. At that moment, an old man with a white beard and a round belly helped a woman down from the second floor and sat down near the window. The woman's eyes were full of sorrow, and she looked at the rain curtain outside that was gradually stopping, and she was quietly distracted.

The white-bearded old man was very alert and stared at Zhao Mai, a silent warning shooting out of his gaze. Zhao Mai sighed lightly. Because he was familiar with the information of the original book, coupled with the calculation of time, he already had a guess about the identities of these two people in his heart. The sad woman was Caitlin Stark, the wife of Ned Stark, Lord of the North, and the eldest daughter of the Lord of Riverrun. Her union with Ned was a political marriage, but after the marriage, the couple had a very good relationship and had three sons and two daughters. Now her two daughters followed their father to King's Landing, and her second son was thrown from the tower and was seriously injured. He had been unconscious before, but he finally woke up recently, but he couldn't remember who pushed him down. If these were just life setbacks, it was more than she could afford to have an assassin assassinate her unconscious son. Like a frightened she-wolf, desperate to protect her cubs, the current Caitlin Stark is full of anger and sorrow that could erupt like a volcano at any moment.

The rights and wrongs of this scene have nothing to do with themselves. Zhao Mai thought about it, his purpose was to go north across the Great Wall of Desperation and go deep into the wasteland to find the Three-Eyed Crow to learn the arts. The rights and wrongs of the aristocracy are interesting from the perspective of an onlooker, but when mixed in, they are completely different, and often turn into bitterness and boredom.

It only takes a moment for an important event to take place in the inn that will affect the entire country: the mother of the Stark family, the lord of the North, has captured the second son of the Lannisters, the guardian of the West, causing the two families to turn from a secret struggle to an open one. The sword is unsheathed, the bow is wound, and there is no turning back.

Zhao Mai was ready to get up to see his dog, and by the way, he avoided this turmoil. At that moment, a handsome young man sat down across from him, playing with a wooden harp in his hand. "Good Samaritan, the Seven Gods bless you. He raised his eyebrows at Zhao Mai, and his eyes crackled and discharged indiscriminately. An empty wine glass somehow rolled out of his cuff and stood quietly on the table: "Can I sing a song for your passion and generosity?"

This is the troubadour before, and his words have attracted the attention of many people, and if you go out at this time, it will seem very abrupt. Zhao Mai looked at it, the dinner in front of him was almost untouched, and the wine was not drunk, and it was obvious that he couldn't explain it at this time. The white-bearded Sir Rodric had noticed him, he was the kind of person who was cautious and alert, and Zhao Mai couldn't think of how he would react.

The buttocks that had just been lifted twisted an angle and sat down steadily. "Bless you too, good singer. Do you want to dine with me?" Zhao Mai had no choice but to say. (To be continued.) )