Winter is coming. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Outside the window, the white snow was flying all over the sky, and the fireplace in the house was blazing.

When the snow doesn't stop, it's winter in the north.

Winter in the north freezes to death every year, and this year is no different.

"Crackle, crackle. ”

The decaying firewood in the fireplace warmed the cottage and time passed slowly.

In the warm cabin, Su Chongcheng stood in front of the window, looking at the sky outside the window in a daze.

Light snow is called romance, heavy snow is not necessarily, the snow that falls every day is a foot deep, and the white expanse outside the window is a long time to be committed.

Only the rare snow is romantic and precious, and the non-stop snow will only turn into dirty mud under your feet when it melts.

"What should I say now?"

Su Chongcheng said to himself.

When he woke up, he had somehow run from his office in the heat of summer to a snowy medieval cottage, and now he didn't seem to have much to say except to say, 'It's the season of white albums again'.

"I guess I need to at least figure out where this is. ”

Su Chongcheng thought for a moment, "Then, I still need to be clear about my own identity. ”

Although there is no one around him, there is no way to ask the people around him for information, but there is more than one way to obtain information, it is better to observe the layout and decoration style of this small room than to know nothing, right?

After thinking about it, Su Chongcheng began to look at the layout of the house one by one.

A wooden room, a small bed, a basin of water, a fireplace, a pile of firewood, an oil painting of a woman, a small bookcase, a small wooden table, a few small wooden chairs, a leather notebook on the table, a matching pair of quills, an inkwell, and all that remains is a small staircase leading to the attic.

Is this Baroque, or Rococo, or is it a representative of postclassicism?

These Su Chongcheng didn't know, but relying on these clues, he vaguely guessed something.

First of all, according to the rhythm of online novels, this may be in ancient Europa, or it may be an otherworldly continent, with a similar degree of development as the Middle Ages.

The medieval style is gone, but I don't know what the quill and leather notebook on the table are, and these two things always have the flavor of fantasy novels.

After confirming this, Su Chongcheng walked to the place where the basin was placed on the table.

There was some clear water in the basin, and Su Chongcheng lowered his body to look-

A black-brown haired, gray-eyed foreigner, thin and wearing a shabby coat, looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, and this was his face.

"Oh, it looks like it's a soul piercing. ”

Su Chongcheng nodded thoughtfully, thinking to himself, "Shabby coat and thin figure, from the analysis of these conditions, this boy's family background must not be too good, but looking at the vigorous fire, as well as the quills and leather notebooks that are definitely not too low, it doesn't look like a poor family......"

As he spoke, he tugged at his shabby coat again and took a cursory look at it, confirming his conjecture.

The clothes are very clean, unlike the poor people, if it is really a hard-working guy who is in danger, how can he wear such clean clothes?

"Maybe this isn't the boy's home, or maybe the poor boy just happened to get into this room, and changed his clothes?"

Su Chongcheng guessed like this, and finally looked at the leather notebook on the table.

Hopefully this is the original owner's diary or something, so that at least it can give him some useful clues.

Su Chongcheng took a deep breath, sat on the small wooden chair, rubbed his hands, reflected the white snow and the burning red fire, and read it with a leather notebook.

............

The notebook recorded a script whose name Su Chongcheng could not speak, and Su Chongcheng was not sure that there must be no such language on earth, but there was certainly no such language in Europe.

Medieval style, but the text does not belong to one of the Indo-European, Ural, and Caucasian languages, and it seems that this is a different world.

Aren't you going to Westeros?

Su Chongcheng sneered, he looked through it, and found that although he had never seen this language family, he could read through and understand the information conveyed by this language.

Is this a golden finger?

He looked down and sighed, then continued.

April 21, 1493 in the Ionian calendar

"The fireplace was blazing, and Dry Wood traded his decaying corpse for the Stark family's castle for a sweltering heat comparable to that of summer.

It was not their will, they were just thrown into the fire by the servants.

The temperature inside the castle was suffocating, but no one dared to reduce the firewood thrown into the fire.

Outside Stark Castle, there is a torrent of snow, as beautiful as flowers, but also as harsh as hell.

The northern part of the Ionian kingdom is always like this, and there is rarely a person who has not had their toes or fingers frozen off.

The young woman lay on the big bed and wailed, she was very young, only a half-grown child, and yet she was about to become a mother of a new life. 」

"Childbirth is the greatest pain that the gods have inflicted on human beings, but on her face, apart from pain, there is hope.

The maids walked back and forth restlessly with braziers. The person who gave birth was none other than the bride of Duke Aaron Stark. If something happens to the lady, none of them, the lowly slaves, want to live. 」

"But it was extremely unfortunate that this young woman had a difficult birth.

The valets gathered in the hallway, whispering with fear. They were afraid that when the Duke returned and saw that something had happened to his wife, the castle would be immediately crowded. Even if they don't see any responsibility, the angry tyrant won't reason with them.

The young woman whispered her husband's name, but her husband was fighting on a distant battlefield. In the eyes of a cold man, territory and killing are far more important than the wife at home.

The young woman's wail was heartbreaking, the scholar who had induced her labor had beads of sweat on his forehead, the crackling sound of firewood in the fire reminded him of his fate, and the fact that the fetus was in the wrong position made him despair.

Protecting adults or children?

The poor scholar felt that no matter which one he chose, he would have no hope of life.

I paced up and down the hallway, my heart filled with fear, and though I had served Duke Stark since he was only five years old, I didn't know if all these years of toil would bring back the safety of my butler.

As the minutes passed, the fear in everyone's hearts was amplified minute by minute until it occupied the entire atrium.

I've mentally planned an escape route, and maybe I still have a chance to live.

Until the faint singing voice rang in everyone's ears, the voice was old, but full of magnetism.

"Oh, Red, did you hear anything? I suspect I heard the devil calling. ”

The young groom next to me said to me. 」

"Jean, I heard it too. ”

"Maybe this is really the call of the devil, otherwise Madame would never have had a difficult birth. ”

The young groom's voice was a little uneasy in reply.

The singing became clearer and clearer, like a dead spirit, striking at everyone's heartstrings.

"I think we should look outside, maybe some traveler happens to be passing by this castle." ”

This sentence was unanimously agreed by everyone.

You really should look outside.

Although it is a big joke that there will be travelers passing by in this harsh winter, you should really look outside.

The young groom opened the window in the hallway.

His mouth grew in surprise.

What did he see in the snow?

"Oh my God, what the hell did I see? a ...... Wizard?"

April 25, 1493 in the Ionian calendar.

"It's been so busy these days that I don't even have time to record what's going on these days. 」

"If it weren't for the fact that all of this was happening right in front of my eyes, I wouldn't have believed it was real. 」

"Madame gave birth to a baby. 」

"You can't believe that on the night Madame gave birth, the snow had stopped for an unknown number of days, and the moonlight covered the sky like a clear blue ocean, and I could even hear the cheerful chirping of the elven forest in the distance, and the hymns of hymns coming from the church. 」

"The Duchess said that this newborn boy would make new history, and I am sure she was right, and so did the other servants. 」

June 27, 1493 in the Ionian calendar

"Duke Stark is back!"

"Duke Stark was so pleased to see the young master that he named him 'Briss', and he said that in the old saying that Briss means a blessing from heaven. 」

"Bryce Stark, he says, will be the next generation of Kings of the North. 」

"The Duke says that Bris-Stark will carry on his legacy and be the glory of the Ionian kingdom in the name of Winter. 」

December 27, 1495 in the Ionian calendar

"Winter is coming. 」

"Here they are, the cardinal of the Holy See of Light is here with his Knights, the shameless and greedy Holy See of Light, they want to take the God-given Gate of Strasbourg!"

March 12, 1496 in the Ionian calendar

"They are well prepared, they have brought the Knights of Light and the Knights Templar, and there are even some people from the Inquisition, their paladins are too strong for the Duke to resist their onslaught. 」

"The God-given door cannot be transferred, and Duke Stark can only defend it. 」

May 9, 1496 in the Ionian calendar

"Strasbourg, broken by Gladyse Louisa, the head of the Knights of the Holy Rose, who has just joined the fray. 」