"Finally, the Night's Watch has a new commander, Jon Snow, another Stark. Pen %Fun %Cabinet www.biquge.info" Mance Rader sat by the campfire with a wine glass. His lyre was at his feet, and his son lay in his arms.

"Do you know how many Commanders the Night's Watch have? Jon is the 998th. He asked himself, and all he needed was an audience. Zhao Mai sat next to him, as well as Tormund, Harmon, Valamir, Jingle Shirt, as well as the leaders of many savage tribes, and the only remaining giants elected to represent "Mengmeng". "Of the 998 Night's Watch commanders, about a third are from the Stark family, called Stark or whatever, it doesn't make a difference. Do you know why?"

"The Wall of Desperation is 8,000 years old and was forged by Brandon Stark. When the Ancestors arrived in the land, Stark was one of them. Stark has owned the North since eight thousand years ago and has never lost it. The mana of the ancestors has always existed here, and the rules of the ancestors have always existed and have never been lost. Without Stark's support, the Night's Watch would be nothing more than a plate of loose sand. We call ourselves Free People, and the people south of the Wall call us savages, but even they have to admit that we are descendants of our ancestors, no different from the Starks!"

"We don't bow down to their kings and laws, but we have our own traditions, our own customs. We know the rules of being a guest. When I visit you in your tent, I can eat the food you have brought me, drink the wine you have served, and have a place of rest with your permission, without having my neck wiped in the middle of the night. And the host of the reception is not worried about being killed by the guests in the middle of the night, is it?

The Thorn spat out his bright red tongue and nodded, for the cannibals and their eyes were all blue.

"Well, then will you eat the guest? will you eat the master after eating the master's bread and salt?"

The Thorn spat on the ground, believing himself insulted.

"We respect this rule together, just as Stark, the descendant of our ancestors. "We fought bravely, and they fought back with the same valor. Now they are going to open the gates of the city and let us go and visit. ”

Harry bared its sharpened teeth, hissed and said, "As long as we pass, don't eat their bread and salt, kill them, kill them all!"

"Shut up, stupid dog. "Again," said Tormond, "I remember what I've always wanted to do with a dogskin coat!"

Harblin glared at Tormond and snorted a few times in his throat, but in the end he didn't dare to speak.

"Mike kept running around and negotiated a good deal for us. We will have a place to recuperate, to farm, to graze. Although there is not a lot of prey in the woods, it can be hunted with careful maintenance, there are fish in the river, and there is a lake. "The ownership of that piece of land belongs to the Night's Watch, but the Night's Watch is willing to give us the right to use it, just like a guest room for entertaining guests. Within that boundary, we practiced our own customs and rules, as we do now. When you leave that range, you have to obey the rules of your master. ”

Shapeshifter Valamir's eyes widened, and he clapped his hands sharply and said, "Isn't that captivity?"

"The territory has borders, but there are no walls. Mance Rader shook his head and said, "Do you still think it's captivity?

"That's not ......," Valamir quickly changed his words, "Anyway, we crossed the Wall, and this is a victory, right?"

"Yes, that's always been our purpose. "Jon Snow also said that if he doesn't feel comfortable living, he can open the gates of the Wall of Despair at any time and let us go back to the north. When the threat of the Stranger is eliminated, we can still go back. ”

The crowd bowed their heads and remained silent. If there is a better environment, who would want to return to that bitter cold place. But it's good to have this, at least there is a way out. However, there is another question to ask: "Jon Snow, can you believe that raven who lied to us?"

"He lied to us, which only shows that he is smart. "It's true that he never thought of himself as one of us, and he admits that. But do you think that after he ate our bread and salt, did he not follow the rules?"

Everyone looked at each other, but even Harry, who disliked Jon the most, shook his head. He disdained any Night's Watchman, and Jon was even more reluctant to lie about him and put his reputation on the line.

"In addition to following the rules, what else do we need to do, let's talk about it together. Tormund stroked his beard that hung down to his chest and said to Mansred.

"Together with the Night's Watch, we will defend the Wall of Desperation against the Strangers, and obey their command in this matter. ”

"Let's listen to them, no way!" Clankle roared as he stood up. He was covered with countless bone fragments, all trophies from the enemies he had slain, and as he moved, the clank-bells gave him his name.

"When it comes to defending the Wall, the Night's Watch is better than any of us. Mansred said, "All of you listen to Tormund in this matter, he has the most experience in dealing with the Strangers. ”

"Me?" Tormond was stunned for a moment, "I naturally deserve this kind of good thing, but why me and not you?"

"I have to follow the rules. I am the king of the Cypriots, but I am also a traitor to the Night's Watch. When I stepped into Castle Black, I was arrested and hanged. ”

"No, no way, kill it!" Tormund roared, and drew the knife from his waist, "Damn, I'm going to kill them!"

Mance handed his son to his wife, then slowly stood up, grabbed Tormond's wrist, and snatched the knife from his hand: "This is what I requested, do you understand?

Tormond was dumbfounded, his eyes widening. He cupped Mance Rader's face, "Why? Why did you do such a stupid thing?!"

"I am your chosen king, and the king who dies for the people is the best king. From now on, you, your descendants and your descendants will remember Mance Rader. You must remember that I died for you to defend the sacred rules of our ancestors. He kissed Tormund hard and then laughed: "I don't have to sing again, because I'm going to be a song!"

"After my death, our agreement with the Night's Watch is secured by blood. The Night's Watch can entertain the descendants of their ancestors, but they cannot entertain a king outside the Cypriots. Don't forget, the king of the kneeling man is in Castle Black, messing around with his woman in red! He's not strong enough, he hasn't had a son, he's far worse than me, haha!"

"After I die, you live well. We didn't surrender, we didn't kneel, my death was of my own volition, and you don't have the fool to claim revenge for me! If it weren't for them, we would still be happy in the north! Okay, I have finally found a good place for you and for my son, and a person with a sad face should be happy. Come, come, come, barbecue!"

He sat down, took his lyre and threw it into the fire, and by the light of the fire he began to roast a sheep for everyone. He doesn't allow anyone else to interfere. (To be continued.) )