Admittedly, the speed and decisiveness with which the girl drew her sword really startled Egger, and he almost jumped back to the table as he had thought after observing the layout of the room, and circled around under the cover of furniture to avoid Arya's attack.

Fortunately, the most exciting situation did not happen, Arya did not chase after him with a sewing needle, but stood on the edge of the bed and raised her small sword to him with the tip of her sword, tears in her eyes but gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Now that I leave Winterfell with your henchmen without sparing, I believe that you are doing this to protect me...... If you can't, shut up and get out of my room!"

The tone was resolute, the posture was sufficient, and the small sword with a metallic luster was quite intimidating, but Egg, who was pointed at by a sewing needle, knew that the most dangerous moment was over.

At the moment when Arya pulled out the sewing needle but didn't stab at him in one go, she had actually lost her determination to kill the other party, and the scene didn't seem to look good, but Egger's previous call played a role without any suspense, and then, it was to continue to advance while the iron was hot, and tear through her last defense.

"Arya, I know you won't hurt me, just as I won't hurt you. Egger straightened his expression slightly, and while saying a strongly suggestive line, he took a deep breath and walked slowly towards the little swordsman, "Weapons are used against enemies, put them down, there is nothing between you and me that cannot be discussed." ”

The girl's expression and movements showed that she was shaken, and then, as long as she mustered up the courage to walk over, with the help of the "True Dragon's Might", who had already figured out how to use it, Iger was fifty percent sure that she would be able to remove the sewing needle from Arya's hand unscathed.

What, what about the other fifty percent? Don't panic, his torso is hidden under a pair of armor inside his coat, and with Arya's far inferior man's strength and sewing needle, the material of ordinary steel can't penetrate it at all. If Arya stabbed him in the head or neck or in the lower body, Egg dodged him, and if he was attacked in the chest and abdomen, he would take the sword with his backhand...... In the case of being a head taller than her, the latter scenario has a greater chance of happening. The little wolf girl in this timeline did not go to Braavos to undergo professional assassination training in the Black and White Academy, neither her psychological nor physical quality can be called a killer, and she is not her old enemy and mortal enemy, so there is no need to be too nervous!

Cheering himself up like this in his heart, Egger walked slowly but without hesitation towards the girl, as the distance between the two approached, Arya, who had lost most of her murderous intent, only felt an indescribable majesty pressing towards her with the tall figure approaching by the man, obviously she was a weapon, but she was forced to retreat again and again, and even the hand holding the sword trembled.

"I said don't come!" she cried out with her sword in both hands, "don't think I'm ...... I don't dare to stab you!"

"Arya, put your sword down. Iger repeated in a declarative tone, slowing down and spreading his hands to show no threat, and finally forced the girl to the wall, and carefully pinched the slightly swaying tip of the "sewing needle" with the two fingers of his right hand, and struck the snake with the stick on the ground, and took complete control of the situation.

......

There was a sense of hard and reliable support from the windowsill and wall behind her, and she certainly couldn't retreat into the granite, and as Egger gripped the tip of the sewing needle and slowly tried to remove it, Arya reluctantly admitted: the hateful man had eaten himself to death once again. For a moment, she really wanted to give up resistance and let Egger disarm herself, but at the last moment before the sewing needle was about to fall into his hands, the unwillingness in her heart finally turned into a unreasonable thought.

Even if I don't want your life, at least I'll make you suffer a little, so that this bastard knows that there is a price to be paid for attacking Winterfell!

Seeing that the sewing needle was about to be snatched away by Iger half a second later, she turned her head and closed her eyes, and pulled the sewing needle back from Iger with both hands with all her strength, and then vaguely stabbed it in the direction of the other party's arm that she didn't know was the shoulder!

"Whew!" a low cry of pain as Egger snatched the sword from his hand.

As soon as he grasped the tip of the sword, he was wary of the girl's sudden attack, so he consciously pointed it towards his own breastplate, and the girl's last stab was indeed blocked by the strong iron armor under his interference...... However, due to the lateral force of her temporary change of mind and decision to change her target, she first pierced Egger's hand between the lightning and flint.

A short-lived but piercing pain came from the palm of his hand, and Egg's third real injury after entering this world after "fighting for life and death with strange ghosts" and "encountering the thugs sent by Genos Slint to destroy his mouth" finally fell into the hands of this little girl!

Snatching the sewing needle from his left hand and holding the blade of his sword in his left hand to make sure Arya couldn't retrieve it, Egg came back to his senses to look at the wound on his right hand: the tip of the sewing needle, which was more blunt than a real iron needle, pierced the edge of the palm between the ring finger and the base of the little finger, pierced not only the flesh but also the fifth metacarpal bone where the little finger was attached, and finally passed through the ulnar side of the palm before being blocked by the iron armor...... Not only was the scratched periosteum painful, but the small amount of bodily fluid lost from the two small holes that was pierced out made the little half of the hand look bloody.

"You...... I told you not to come any closer!" Arya reopened her eyes and looked at the results of the first bloody battle of her little sword since it was baked, and she was a little afraid of the man's next reaction, but she refused to give in: "You deserve it!"

It was certainly a little upset for Iger to comfort a girl who had been under the covers that she could still be injured, but in the end it wasn't completely unexpected, and even to some extent...... The current result is more favorable to his plan to repair the relationship with Arya and the Starks—Starks, look, I didn't get angry and retaliate for your daughter stabbing me, this is enough sincerity and friendliness, right?

Of course, there was no poison on the sewing needle, but just as Egger wiped the blood with his coat and was about to continue to appease him, a strange mutation suddenly happened to him.

The scales of Lahlo on his chest, which had sunk into the skin and were about to fuse with his sternum and became imperceptible, seemed to sense the trauma of the host, and suddenly began to show his presence without warning, not only suddenly heating up to the point of discomfort, but also as if two drops of lava had been squeezed out...... Two streams of heat were pumped up and down - one aimed along the right arm to the wounded part of the palm, and the other swelled upwards and permeated the skull.

The pain from the wound stabbed by the small sword subsided in the warm soaking sensation, and the heat that permeated his head made Egg feel as if he had eaten a large piece of mustard, and an indescribable rage and bloodlust filled his entire skull for no reason, almost drowning his reason completely.

What's going on, could it be that Rahlo's scales are also attached to the magic of the guardian bearer to heal his wounds? or even ...... It also has its own anthropomorphic temper, feeling angry when the host is hurt, urging the latter to resist and protect itself?

If this is the case, then the gold content of this gift from the red god will suddenly go up a whole notch!

......

didn't have time to think about it, and with a "bang", the guards who heard him screaming in pain pushed the door in: "My lord?"

"It's okay, get out, close the door!" Egg quickly waved his hand at the guards, suppressing the bad emotions that had poured into his head from the scales, squeezing out a smile and throwing the blood-stained sword on the bed, continuing to approach Arya, reaching out his uninjured left hand, trying to take her into his arms, "Now, we can have a good talk?"

"If you have something to say, don't touch me!"

Contrary to what he had thought, this gesture was not enough to soothe Miss Stark's resentment at betrayal, and she twisted her shoulders to get rid of the man's hand, and then pushed him hard in the chest, and then discovered the secret beneath Egger's clothes: "You, you...... You're wearing armor to see me?! Oh, get out of here, don't touch me!"

The anger that had already been half eliminated rebounded a lot with the discovery that Egger had the confidence to be fearless, if a few seconds ago she didn't want Egg to touch herself, it might have been half-pushed, then now she was really annoyed that she didn't even want to be touched. Egger hugged it down, like catching a fried female cat, not only did he not have any warm drama of reuniting with his previous suspicions, but he was scratched countless times by fists and claws on his chest and face, and it was better to have a breastplate barrier, but the few hits on his unprotected face made his face hurt hotly......

In the case of being at a loss, Egger naturally would not turn his face because he was scratched or slapped. But this time, he had to pay attention to the wound on his hand that had been stabbed by the little sword, and at the same time concentrate on suppressing the anger that had welled up on the scales on his chest that interfered with his emotions, how much thought and energy did he have to endure and deal with Arya's stubbornness and trouble? Not to mention, with every additional red or bloody streak on his face, the scales on his chest would heat up for a moment and send out two streams of heat at the same time, and finally, after eating another solid palm on his nose, the anger of the added material finally overpowered his reason.

"That's enough, stop!" he growled under his breath.

"Get out!" the little she-wolf was not frightened at all, and even slapped her backhand.

Then her arm was pinned to death in mid-air by Egger's left hand, his eyes flushed as he glared, and his right hand, which had stopped bleeding, rose uncontrollably.

If this slap had been to Miss Stark's face, all the previous work would have been done in vain—reason had given a last-minute kick to the out-of-control gaffe, and the raised palm paused in the air, and when it fell, it finally changed direction and force, and slapped the girl's buttocks with a "snap".

"Oops!" Arya jumped to her feet at the blow, and without showing any weakness, she also escalated her counterattack: she bit Egger's left hand, which was holding her arm, and broke away the moment he let go of the pain, rushing towards the sewing needle that had been thrown to the other side of the bed, intending to regain the weapon and restart the "assassination plan".

But she didn't get her wish, and the bite she bit down just now became the last straw that broke the camel's back, and she came with good intentions and calculations, but Egg, who was disgraced and bruised by her, finally stopped retaining his strength, and he made the following judgment in the short-term state of "True Dragon's Fury": If you don't cook this stinky girl in place at once today, you can't think you can be a good director during the Winterfell.

Arya, who was about to reach the little sword, felt a strong force coming from behind, and instantly pulled her back from the state of rushing forward- Egger, who was affected by Rahlo's gift, was even faster and stronger than usual, he grabbed the girl's clothes and dragged her back, and then grabbed her arms and cut her back before she could react, and then sat down on the bed, and pressed her back up on his knees and thighs, locked her arms with one hand and quickly rose and fell with the other, and fiercely slapped the second lady's small buttocks.

This time she didn't spare her hand, and in a crackling moment, Arya was so painful that she even cried out to her mother, but even at this point, she still refused to obey, but writhed desperately like an earthworm, not only opened her mouth to bite his thigh, but also won briefly between the battles - her arms broke out of the man's lock.

But the limited freedom came and went as quickly as Egger stopped his spanking and wrenched her arms back into place with both hands, then quickly pulled out a small dagger from behind her waist - shaved Arya's belt with a swoop, pulled out strips of cloth to tie her thin wrists together, and then ripped off her pants.

It's been a long time since Egger had taken down the previous captain of the King's Landing garrison, and he was now overwhelmed by the she-wolf...... To what extent does the fight stop? What should I do when the fight is over? He can't think about this kind of problem calmly at the moment, and his brain, which is carried away by the anger from above, can now only deal with simple logical deductions like this: since he can't accept it through his pants, then take off the sticker and beat him, he doesn't believe that this little girl is steel and iron!

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