Egg crept back to his room in the darkness of the night, unable to calm down for a long time.

It was a big gamble, a huge adventure to make up for his stupid mistake in preventing Bran's fall, and to clear the way he might be in trouble when he left the Wall in the future, and it felt like telling one lie after another to round it up, and if he got through it for a while, it was no less dangerous afterwards than when he faced a strange ghost: once the two sides confronted each other, his little soldier who had framed and slandered the prince would definitely be in a different place.

In the same way that Littlefinger told Catelyn that the dagger used to assassinate Bran was Tyrion's, the time-traveler is now betting that the Starks will respond quietly rather than outburst with fanfare when they learn of this. But in the complete opposite of Petyr Berish, he did not create lies and suspicions to gain a chance to ascend to the throne in the chaos, but to stabilize the situation enough for him to leave the Wall smoothly, and to have a chance to survive Xu Tu's way out of the Night's Watch.

Given the familiarity and understanding of the plot and the characters' personalities, the probability of him winning the bet is very high, but no matter how sure he is, the essence of the fact that he is risking his life will not change...... Now, what he can do has been done, as for whether he is dead or alive, it all depends on the big names above.

If he could choose his future fate, he hoped that he would no longer have to gamble on his life to protect himself.

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Bran was unconscious as in the original story, and the only people who were grief-stricken were the family of the fallen, and life had to go on for the rest of Winterfell, especially the hundreds of King's Landing visitors. Iger picked a few people and returned the scarecrow and other facilities that had been placed in the old inner courtyard to the warehouse, and stayed in the room for the rest of the day, and waited for the day of departure, and after four days, the servant brought Bunyan's words, that they would set out early tomorrow morning, with the king and the new prime minister, and return to the Wall.

......

The sky was bright and the sky was full of thin snowflakes, and Egger reluctantly left his small room on the bottom of the guest house, with "heating" and soft beds, which was like a paradise compared to the desperate Great Wall, and after breakfast, he went to the school yard to wait.

The king probably hasn't gotten up yet, and the master and chief ranger of Winterfell haven't yet appeared...... But the so-called gathering, of course, is the junior and the people below who arrive first and wait for them.

It had been five days since Bran had fallen, and Egger had been called to question or confront anyone as if he had been forgotten, which reassured him a little, and made him even more relieved that his report had paid off: he had learned from the servant that there were guards waiting day and night at the door of Bran's house. Half of his bold ventures have been achieved, and now he will be able to leave the Wall if the assassins of Bran don't find a chance to do so, and Tyrion will be able to convince the higher-ups of the Night's Watch to let him go with him as a "Collector of Supplies" upon his return to the Wall.

Let's hope all the best.

......

The King's and the Prime Minister's retinue gathered one after another, and Jon Snow showed up and greeted Egger. The boy had already decided that he would follow Banyan north to the Great Wall to join the Night's Watch, and now Egger was in his eyes a comrade-in-arms and senior of his soon-to-be-be-black-clad brother, and even though he knew that the other party was trying his best to leave, he still instinctively wanted to get close to the latter.

"Early. Iger nodded at the boy, "When I was your age, I couldn't get up before dawn. ”

"From today onwards, Uncle Bunyan will be my chief. Jon replied with a smile, "Sir Rodric taught me to behave well in front of my new superiors. ”

"Indeed, the life experience of people who have come before, in a few years, you will find that doing well is sometimes far worse than performing well. ”

"Well done or good behaved?" Jon tilted his head in confusion, "Is there a difference between the two?"

"Sometimes it's the same, but more often than not, it's a big difference. ”

......

An illegitimate child, a night watchman, walked and chatted in the courtyard for a while, and before he knew it, he came to the blacksmith's shop at the south end of the schoolyard, where Jon stopped to collect from the blacksmith the slender and delicate sword he had ordered to give to Arya.

"Such a small sword is for girls, right?" asked Egger knowingly.

Jon wiped the little sword clean and raised it to take a closer look, "Well, don't talk nonsense about this, and I won't talk about what you discussed with the little devil everywhere." ”

"Hey, you kid!" The traverser smiled pretending to be lighthearted, though still worried about the future, "Okay, deal." ”

"Boy, you're going to the Wall today?" a hearty male voice suddenly came from behind them, and Jaime Lannister walked over with a spring breeze on his face, seemingly completely unaffected by Bran's fall, and he was sincerely happy to finally be able to leave Winterfell, a haunted place where he couldn't even find a place to cheat.

"Yes, my lord......"

"Please convey my respect to the Night's Watch Legion, and I am grateful to have a group of good men like you to guard the north of the kingdom and save us from the invasion of those wild people, strange ghosts, and other demons, and I will say thank you in advance. He reached out to Jon, and the boy hesitated, then reached out to hold the other as well.

After a few seconds, the monarch killer stretched out his hand to the traverser again: "And you, the ghost killer, kill a few more, but don't let those ghosts cross the Great Wall." ”

"Willing to serve. The night watchman shook hands with him with some uneasiness, and the other man secretly exerted his strength, squeezing his palms so painfully that he had to resist to feel a little better.

"Alright, I wish you all the best on your journey. The handsome blonde guy finished this play without a head, threw down a sentence, turned around and left without looking back.

Looking at the man's distant back, Jon frowned a little dissatisfied: "What does he mean by that?"

"What else can you mean," Iger shrugged, knowing that Jaime was warning himself to keep his mouth shut, but he had a lot on his mind right now, and how could he bother to pay attention to the cynical nobleman: "These children from the southern family have nothing to do all day, and they are a little nervous." ”

The young man nodded as if he didn't understand, and took the small sword in the blacksmith's hand: "I have to go and say goodbye to my brothers and sisters, I'm out of company first." ”

"Well, go ahead. ”

The bastard turned and left, he grew up here, and now it is naturally difficult to leave his heart, compared to him, Egger is unrelated in this city and even in this world, but he has no concern. After wandering aimlessly for a while, he was stopped by a belated Tyrion before he and the dwarf sat on the railing at the edge of the school yard and waited, chatting more about the strange things about his hometown of "Caina" as the procession about to set off for the south began to take shape.

The sun was obscured by the clouds, but the sky was still inexorably brighter and brighter, and at about nine o'clock in the morning, the two most important lords finally appeared in everyone's field of vision, and needless to say, the people who were about to separate kissed each other goodbye, and then resolutely stepped on their horses, rode out of Winterfell from the Hunter's Gate, and headed west on the King's Road, and set out on the journey.

After a few miles, amid the neighing of horses and the crunching of the Queen's Wheel Palace, the King's banner and the caravan, the knights and freeriders turned left and south at the first fork, while Egger and Bunyan Stark and Uncle Jon and his nephew, and Tyrion and his two guards turned north.

Eating and drinking, as well as thrills and accidents, life in Winterfell came to an end, and what awaited the return of the two Night's Watch was the Desperate Wall, which still stands, and the legions of the dead to the north of the high walls, which had grown in size in the intervening years.

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