Why did a butcher's son pop up again?

"How many people did you mix with the stick you beat the prince?"

Lan En looked helplessly at the nervous Arya.

"That's not my fault! It's Joffrey who goes too far! ”

"Mikay and I were friends, and we were playing with sticks by the river, and when he came over, he didn't know what was going on and asked Mikay to fight him. He's got a real sword! Mikay froze in fright and begged him to take back the order, but Joffrey said that if he didn't fight, he would be contemptuous of the prince. He also slashed Mikay in the face with his sword. ”

"If I don't beat him, Mikay might be hacked to death on the spot!"

Arya has a good storytelling ability, and she dances to bring a prince to life.

The corners of Lan's eyes twitched when he listened.

A duel with a real sword and a civilian with a wooden stick demanding blood?

Is that prince mentally ill? Sadistic?

Stesa's actions are still a bit of a profit-making logic, will this Prince Joffrey increase his prestige by abusing civilians here?

And you guys ran away separately, and finally met up here?!

Under Lan's gaze, Arya lowered her head, while Nymeria tilted her head, and the dog tilted her head.

Anyway, since the cheering place over there wasn't far away, take Arya over and have a look.

Appearing in public with the daughter of the Duke of the North, these people should not dare to attack Arya even if they don't deal with the Starks.

Lan nodded at Arya, and the little girl immediately understood what he meant.

With a small cheer, he pulled at Nemelia's wolf ears and stood up.

Like a trained hound, the wolf roams around Arya as a guard.

The two wolves were not hindered by the shrubs and branches along the way because Lan En was at the front, and they soon walked to the place where the cheering crowd was.

A red-haired freckled boy dressed in burlap sat slumped in horror against the edge of a tree.

He looked like he wanted to shrink himself to the size of an ant.

In the surrounding circle, there were five soldiers with torches in their hands and long swords at their waists.

They looked at the boy like hungry rats staring at a piece of cheese.

Lann noticed that the soldiers had a lion pattern on their chest armor.

Five soldiers approached the boy with a delighted and tyrannical smile, and with a punch and kick, the boy fell to the ground like a muddy mud.

Rann held back Arya's intent to get out.

Although Lan En still has little understanding of this world, through Arya's description and on-site observation, he can be sure that the family of the little girl next to him must be involved in the power struggle.

It is difficult to say whether the scale of this power struggle is large or small, and it is difficult for the top nobles themselves not to encounter this one.

And this butcher's son, if he is involved, there is a high probability that he will not survive.

If he can be taken out of the beaten here, Lenn thinks that his beating is worth it.

When the 'hound' who sounded like he could take things in check, he would go out with Arya directly, and then people's attention would naturally be diverted from the worthless Mikay.

Seeing that he is being beaten like this now, it is estimated that at most he will be reprimanded in the later stage.

After all, he's just a butcher's son, so why bother?

Lan En was figuring out the possibility of things developing from the perspective of a normal person.

But he forgot one thing—

There are many abnormal people in this world.

"The Hound is here!"

A small circle of five people moved out of the way, and a huge figure of at least two meters and two or three walked through the woods with torches in hand.

It was a knight in fine black armor, and the helmet on his head was made in the shape of a hound.

He approached Mikay with heavy steps.

And the boy, who had been beaten to the point that he couldn't even turn over, actually whimpered as the person approached, and moved back desperately.

When Lan saw this, he sensed that something was wrong.

If it's just to arrest people and take a beating, why is Mikay so afraid?

Immediately, Lan En squinted slightly, felt the hilt of his sword with his palm back, and led Arya and her ice wolf in the direction of the crowd.

Sure enough, with a metallic grinding, the Hound Rider pulled his size-fitting half-sword from his waist.

Without the slightest hesitation, the dark sword was about to stab Mikay who had fallen to the ground!

The five soldiers in the circle originally had a playful expression, but then. The wind whistled behind him.

That's something running wild!

The process of changing the expression from 'watching a good show' to 'being surprised' is very interesting.

Their eyes widened and they wanted to turn around and look back.

But the two in the middle were only halfway through the turn, and a tall and heavy figure crashed directly into the gap between them!

"Woo!" *2

"Bang!" *2

The two soldiers felt like they had been hit by a frenzied buffalo!

Lan En obviously just brushed it over, but he knocked them over violently.

A second before the Hound Knight's sword pierced Mikay, a clear sword light suddenly appeared.

With a "poof", he blocked the opponent's wide blade.

"Huh?"

Lan En's slightly narrowed eyes widened slightly at this moment, and he could see through the gap in the hound's helmet, the other party's suddenly tightened eyebrows and surprised eyes.

This is the first time he has felt a little struggling with humans since he transplanted the genetic seed.

Although the other party is nearly forty centimeters taller than him in height, this strength must have been trained the basis of talent.

This is a great knight.

Lan En didn't expect that he hadn't met the well-known knights and warriors in the magical world for a long time, but he first met a good hand in an ordinary other world.

Wrestling with a sword is not a wise gesture in a sword fight, so the Hound Rider and Lan En draw their swords together and retreat.

set up their respective postures and fell into a confrontational posture.

"I don't know who you are, but this is the fugitive who hurt the prince, don't meddle with it, boy."

A hoarse, low voice came from the hound's helmet.

Although the other five soldiers also gathered around, Lan En's expression was quite relaxed.

"He's a fugitive? But I've heard that it was the young lady of the Stark family who hit the prince with a stick. Isn't it good to kill a butcher's son? ”

"Huh." A mocking sneer erupted from under the hound's helmet. "Okay, no one can stop anyone who wants to die."

There was a sound of swords unsheathed around them, and the five soldiers were also going into battle at this time.

Their expressions were very confident, not because of their own prowess, but because they were dealing with an enemy with the Hound Knight.

In their eyes, although this kid who suddenly rushed out was a bit good in terms of appearance and ability, how could he beat the hound and them?

Again, it's a lot of credit.

But at this moment of tension, Lan En instead let down his guard and held his sword, looking playful.

"Tsk, I thought you were the kind of person who would duel fairly."

"You're just a nobody." The Hound Rider's tone was always impulsive, as if everyone owed him money. "I can't benefit from a fair duel with you."

He led five soldiers cautiously towards Lane.

"Maybe I'll be famous tomorrow?" Lan tilted his head and smiled, as if he hadn't seen their movements.

"Arya, come out. The Duke of the North will surely make a name for himself in the recovery of his daughter. ”

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