The moment Arya came out, this fight was doomed to fail.

The main protagonist of the incident, the noble Arya Stark.

Who is going to do anything to her friend, the butcher's son, in front of this one?

The prince's order is the prince's order, but she is also the daughter of the Duke of the North.

This kind of conflict between people of noble blood, what kind of excitement is there for this group of soldiers to eat food?

What if I have to cut Mikay and this young lady is directly in front of her? Are you going to be rough?

That's really if you don't die fast enough.

Who would have thought that the daughter of the Duke of the North would be injured less than the prince being injured?

Lan En chuckled and put his sword back into its sheath, while the six people on the other side took it back in embarrassment.

Anyone knew that they couldn't cut anyone present with their swords drawn, and it would indeed only be embarrassing to hold the sword again.

"Come with us, Miss Stark, Your Majesty and your relatives are in a hurry."

The Hound Rider lifted the closure of his helmet, revealing a badly burned face, and looked at Arya as he spoke calmly.

Although the tone was still intimidating enough, Lan felt that this should already be his mildest state.

Arya was followed by Nemelia, who tugged at the corner of Lane's armor and stubbornly looked at and nodded to the Hound Knight.

Immediately, the group followed the firelight and came to a rather large camp.

Butchers, carpenters, and cooks were all at work in the camp, while well-equipped knights and warriors patrolled the perimeter of the camp.

In the darkness of the night, the whole camp was suddenly impossible to tell how many people there were.

Lan En watched all this with a little novelty.

According to Arya, this should be the convoy that the king took the Duke of the North to the capital to take up the post of prime minister.

Fleets of this size are rare.

On the way, Arya whispers to Rann that the Hound Knight's name is Sandor Clegane, and that he is the prince's bodyguard.

Sandor led the three men and one wolf all the way to the largest tent in the middle of the camp.

If you think about it, this is the king's tent.

Nymelia was led to a stake on a horse, strapped around her neck, and placed next to the other, a much quieter icewolf.

It was supposed to be Arya's sister's wolf, named 'Lady'.

Walking to the door, a man with the same brown hair and gray eyes as Arya walked out quickly.

"Daddy!"

Arya shouted with joy and pounced.

He has a temperament as cold as frozen rocks, and at first glance he looks like a person who has grown up in a harsh environment.

But the moment the man saw Arya, the glacier melted.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then put on an anxious face and hugged Arya, who was also running towards him.

Arya had never been separated from her father for so long.

Her outpouring of affection was easily perceived by her father, and then the reprimand that had already poured into her mouth could not be spoken.

Eddard Stark, the Duke of the North known for his silence, justice, and severity, was known as the 'Silent Wolf'.

He didn't know why his daughter had been away from home for so long, but he instinctively knew that what Arya needed now was not admonition, but relief.

"You shouldn't be no, it's okay. Arya, you'll be fine when you come back. ”

Lan En watched this scene calmly and with relief.

That's why he wanted to send Alya home.

Lan's appearance, as well as his shawl hair that looked like melted silver, were very eye-catching.

After Ed comforted his daughter, Arya dragged him to Ran.

"This is Lanne, Daddy. He saved my life! ”

The little girl said happily.

Ed smiled, scrutinizing the witcher's pupils and thanking him.

"Thank you for taking care of my daughter, Lord Ran. Soon, the king will make his judgment on this matter, can I invite you to attend with you? Your testimony may be needed then. ”

"This is the honor of meeting the king, and I can't ask for it."

Lan En winked at the little girl and gladly accepted. This was something he had agreed with Arya on the way.

Ed led Arya and Ranne, and one of his guards supported Mikay, who couldn't walk, as the group entered the huge tent.

But the Hound Knight stopped Lan at the door, who was about to enter.

"Unload your sword."

"Hey, I can see a lot of people in there wearing swords."

"You're not like those people, you don't know where you came from. And "Sandor Clegane's badly burned face had no expression and lowered his voice. "I know how dangerous you are, boy."

Walking ahead, Eddard, who had already entered the tent, heard the movement and turned around to speak for Lane.

But before he could speak, a fiery roar came from the tent.

"Seven fucking hell floors! Let me in, hound! Just because of a sword? Do you think that the men with swords in this room are all soft eggs that have not been planted?! ”

Lan En could see Sandora gritting his teeth vaguely, and then he stopped paying attention to Lan En and walked in.

This voice can command the hound knight at will, and the status is definitely above the prince, and the timbre is a mature man. That is, the king?

It's really a standard warrior's fiery temper.

Lane walked inside, the king's dwellings, even the tents, were very different.

The floors, the décor, the furniture are all there, and you can't even tell from the inside that the outside is just a layer of canvas.

Many people are gathered here tonight because of the conflict between the king's son and the daughter of the duke of the North.

As soon as Lan En entered, he saw a handsome young man with blond hair speaking aggrievedly to the fat man sitting in the only chair in the room.

"I saw her being bullied, so I drew my sword to help her, but I didn't expect her to let the wolf bite me, father!"

Wow, is this a picture when it just comes in?

If it weren't for Ran's knowledge of Arya's personality and character, he would have had to weigh for a few seconds before he could make a judgment.

Originally, the fat man sitting on the only stool was listening to his son's cry with obvious irritability and impatience.

He was the king who took the throne as a warrior, and the bravery of his youth was known in the Seven Kingdoms.

Who knew that now his son was crying because he was bitten by a wolf, disgusting!

Even if you hammer that wolf to death on the spot, I'll laugh twice!

What kind of waste is being bitten and crying by a brute?

But this irritability and impatience cooled down the moment Lan En entered the door.

The fat man's eyes squinted into the flesh of his cheeks were nailed to Lan En's silver hair, and at that moment he shot a terrifying murderous aura.

The room fell silent.

The crying Joffrey even twitched because of this, and no longer dared to say more.

"Ed, is this the person you brought?"

The Duke of the North seemed to have anticipated his reaction and spoke naturally.

"Robert, he has nothing to do with the Targaryens. Lann, come closer and let Your Majesty look into your eyes. ”

Alya, a local, was confused.

Instead, Lan remembered the gaze that Ed had had lingered on his hair and pupils when they met.

Eyes, hair. It seems that the molten silver hair color and some kind of special pupils are the physical characteristics of one of their hostile races?

Anyway, Lan En himself knew that he had no blood connection with this world.

And this pair of cat's eyes is obviously a safety feature.

So he approached the king with great peace of mind.

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