Zhao Mai drove the "the・che" disguised as a horse-drawn carriage, and headed north along King's Road. The road surface www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion is flat, and the wheels run over a layer of fine sand, making a pleasant rustling sound. Warm and humid winds blow from the trees, bringing with them the fragrance of flowers and plants and the aroma of trees. If you prick up your ears, you can faintly hear the sound of pheasants flapping their wings and the crunch of deer walking through the forest and stepping on branches.

The road is not alone, and it is common to see groups of people marching in columns. They were heavily armed, talking and laughing loudly, and constantly making noises. Most of these men on horseback carry flags depicting intricate or simple coats of arms. Zhao Mai only knows the family crests of a few big families, such as the black wolf head of the Stark family, the golden lion of the Lannister family, and the crown buck of the Baratheon family, etc. Some of the larger subsidiary families, such as the Skinners, the Twin Castles, and the Great Bear, also had some knowledge of these. But along the way, Zhao Mai didn't see these kinds of flags.

Zhao Mai greeted them, and the other party responded to him enthusiastically. After a simple exchange of words, Zhao Mai knew the information he needed. These knights marched south to King's Landing to attend the "Prime Minister's Tournament". Lord Ned Stark, Lord of the North, is invited by his brother, King Robert Baratheon, who almost became his brother-in-law, to become the new Prime Minister in place of Jon Arryn, the former Warden of the East, who died of a "sudden illness". The prime minister has a lot of power and is known as the "Hand of the King" and assists the king in administering the country. There are even times when the prime minister can give orders like a king, and it can be described as a position that careerists, strategists and ambitious people alike.

King Robert didn't have many people he trusted, but Duke Stark was definitely one of them. Since the new prime minister is in place, he can enjoy himself even more unbridledly. A jousting tournament was born to celebrate the new prime minister. This is a grand event that affects the whole of Westeros, and knights, warriors, and fighters from the north and south hope to show their skills in this grand event, gain the favor of the king, and thus gain fame and fortune.

"I wish you all the best!" Zhao Mai shouted, sending the same blessing to every group of travelers on the opposite side. Such blessings are often reciprocated with kindness. Through the accounts of these travelers, Zhao Mai knew that there was a good hotel not far ahead, close to the Three Forks River. Although the fee is a little more expensive, it is genuine. At least the lamb for the roasted potatoes was cut from the sheep, not rats or dogs, and the ale and fruit wine were not mixed with water unless the guests could not afford to pay the price and asked for dilution.

Okay, so let's let go of the pheasants or rabbits in the forest, and go to the restaurant at night! After more than half a year of desert life, I want to have fun when I see the green woods and meadows, and I look at Zhao Mai with irrepressible thirst.

"Okay, okay, don't hum, go run!" Zhao Mai turned around and opened the car door, allowing the big dog to jump out of it. "Don't run far, it's not good to have too much fun. ”

The reserve wagged its tail and jumped into the woods, stirring up a flock of birds. Zhao Mai continued to drive north along the road, completely ignoring the small flower lying on the window with his heart wooden spear in his hand. Rotten spots appeared on the surface of the heartwood spear, expanding and expanding. A few of the fluffy roots of the little flower were wrapped around the heartwood spear, and they were constantly absorbing the weapon.

After a while, it rained in the sky. The raindrops are warm, and the feeling of falling on the body is also gentle. Zhao Mai simply did not put on a cloak, but let the rain that still smelled of summer fall on his body. His ponytail hair quickly became heavy and clinging to his scalp. The rain also soaked his sleeves and pants, but his torso, protected by the tireless leather armor, was still dry. Not to mention a warm rain, even a blizzard will be blocked by this magic armor, and it will not affect Zhao Mai's health in the slightest.

The abundant humidity soon turned into a gray mist that permeated the trees. The leaves were hit by raindrops, and there was a crackling sound. Zhao Mai tilted his head and spread his hands, immersed in the natural force full of water vapor. The long-drought body was restored, and the balance was maintained again.

The environment is quite beneficial to Zhao Mai, the forest is the place he is most familiar with, and the vibrant vegetation exudes a sense of warmth and comfort, which is very helpful for soothing the state of mind hurt by the scorching heat of Atas. The curse of blasphemy magic was still on Zhao Mai, and when he was cultivating the Natural Force, he would come out to make trouble, slowing down his improvement. But the natural force here in Westeros is slowly soothing the anger and sorrow from the other world, and the curse of blasphemous magic is showing signs of fading.

There is no such effect on Earth. Maybe only those places where the environment has been protected have such characteristics? Zhao Mai has been in the city for a few days on earth, and this may be one of the reasons.

Before the ground began to get muddy, Zhao Mai smelled the smoke of firewood from the fog. Along with it, there is also a faint aroma of food, including the sweetness of cake pastry and the strong aroma of stewed meat and roasted vegetables. There was a neighing of mules and horses, and it seemed that the inn was not far away.

Zhao Mai whistled vigorously, and then shouted loudly for the reserve grain. only heard a crackling sound, and the reserve grain was directly transmitted to Zhao Mai's side. It had a fat mallard in its mouth, and after putting it on the saddle, it stuffed the dog's head into Zhao Mai's palm to "ask for praise".

Zhao Mai rubbed its wet fur vigorously, drove around a small corner, and sure enough, he saw an inn sitting on the side of the avenue, most of which was embedded in the woodland. It is a large three-storey house, the foundation and the first floor are made of stone, painted with grayish white lime and paint, and used as a tavern hall. The upper two floors are wooden and the rooms with windows are used as guest rooms. In front of the inn is an open space with a well, and the water from the well is left in the tank for half a day before it can be fed to the livestock in the adjacent stable. Now the stables were almost full, and more than twenty horses of all kinds were rubbing shoulders in it, some with saddles and soaked cloaks. It seems that a few of the horse owners were lazy and went to spend their days drinking before they could take care of their mounts.

Outside the inn was marked with the words "Bend the knee for the lord", and from inside there was the sound of laughter, which was not noisy, but it was also enthusiastic. The sound of cups and plates colliding is mixed with the sound of harps and singing. With its simple repetitive tunes, subdued voice, and not-rhyming lyrics, it is estimated that this is a crappy troubadour who has not been able to learn the real skills from his master.

A slightly blessed woman pushed open the door, and warm light slowly flowed out of the doorframe behind her, blending into the rain. Her sideburns have turned gray, her waist has been rounded, and she is no longer as beautiful as she was when she was young. However, she was more athletic, carrying a large basin of clothes that needed to be washed, and she didn't see how laborious it was. It seems that she didn't expect that there would be a calm and slow traveler like Zhao Mai when it was raining, or she simply didn't hear the sound outside, and she was startled when she came out.

Hiding the chewing tobacco in her mouth to her cheeks, the proprietress Martha is not Superman and Batman's mom Hyde greeted him warmly. She wouldn't be stupid enough to get her clothes wet, unless she saw the big fish banner in Riverrun. The inn is located in a place that is managed by the Tully family of Riverrun, and uses the big fish as a family crest to symbolize the richness of the Three Forks River Valley. As long as it's not a lord, the others are just guests, and it's not worth her to be overly enthusiastic.

Zhao Mai jumped down from the carriage, carrying a fat wild duck in his hand. "I want something to eat and drink, and I'll take shelter from the rain and leave. I hit a duck on the way, so help me process it. ”

"The prey here belongs to Lord Tully, so your duck must have been brought from home, right?"

"You really have a vision!" Zhao Mai praised. (To be continued.) )