"You two, bandage him first."

Lanne retracted Arondait and commanded the two intact cavalrymen.

The solid record made these two fighters, who had a good relationship with Lan En, now obey him. To some extent, this can be regarded as a reflection of personality charm.

"Dagger for you, that archer was cut by the blade of the trachea, choked to death by his own blood. How are you? ”

After finding the shooter's body from the woods, Lane walked over to Eddard. While handing Ed the ornate keel dagger, he asked about his injuries.

The Duke of the North gasped and waved his hand.

"The dagger is gone, and without you, all of us would have our heads taken off by now. My injuries are okay, the one on my arm didn't hurt the bones, just bandage. ”

Lan nodded slightly, and inserted the keel dagger into the scabbard where he had placed his hunting knife.

"I see you have a relaxed expression." The witcher raised his eyes to look at Ed, "It seems that you are very relieved that [Demon Mountain] died here?" ”

Ed sat down on the corpse and pulled out the gauze to wrap himself around it, smiling at his sweaty face.

"The reputation of [the Magic Mountain] is resounding throughout the Seven Kingdoms, and even he died here this time, and it is unlikely that Tywin will send a stronger team to stop us. Even if he wants to send it, someone has to dare to take it. Who would dare to say that he can be stronger than [Magic Mountain] in a small group? ”

"As for the raids? If Tywin Lannister can send his troops to the Riverlands and the King's Territory one after another, I don't think we need to fight him, just throw in the towel. ”

"You've done you a great favor, Lane. After this time, our journey back to the north will definitely be smooth. I want to give you what you deserve, say the number, Lane. Stark will please his friends. ”

Lan En smiled and patted the handle of the keel blade on his waist.

"You've paid the bill, Ed."

"That's not enough." "That is not enough to repay your help, both in King's Landing and here," the Duke of the North said earnestly. You deserve more and better things. ”

Lan En pursed his lips helplessly.

When it comes to gold coins, he can't really afford them.

The 10,000 golden dragons of the martial arts competition are not light, and they still have to take the keel. If you want gold coins, you have to worry about whether you can go back home.

And as a demon hunter who wanders the world alone, it doesn't seem to be of much use to ask too much gold to go back.

But seeing Ed like this, he must have to repay himself.

Old-fashioned knights are not easily convinced.

"Well, if you really want to give"

So, jokingly, Lan En said something in a very nonchalant tone.

"When you go back, give me the first thing you see, what you already have but you don't know."

According to Ran's estimate, it was most likely a roast rabbit that Jory had set on the fire, or a deer chop or something.

But as soon as he finished speaking, an inexplicable breeze blew through the forest, blowing the leaves rattling.

Ed was visibly stunned when he heard this request.

"It's . A custom in your hometown? It's a little too weird. ”

If it weren't for the Duke of the North's good education, he wouldn't even be able to figure out the grammar in that sentence.

Lan En nodded naturally.

This sentence once turned him into a de facto slave, but at the moment of Bolton's death, Lan En himself said "two clears" to him.

So at the moment, Lan En's heart didn't have any guilt about this sentence.

"Yes, a custom. When we are not too attached to the reward, we tend to let the gods decide what to give us. ”

Customs! Nonsense!

What's the point of revealing the stuffing?

Ed looked at Lan's casual look, and nodded as well, agreeing to the reward.

"My lord! We found the horses they had brought with us in the woods. There are too many dead people for them to ride away, so it's just for you. ”

The two fully intact cavalrymen cleaned up the battlefield and shouted happily at Lane and Eddard.

So the two looked at each other, nodded to each other, and prepared to get up and leave.

——

In the makeshift camp that Jory had set up, they were setting up pots to boil water, and then preparing to enlarge wheat and cured jerky into it.

The contents of the cart were piled together and covered with tarpaulins.

Jory Kesso looked at the waterline in the pot and frowned.

"This firewood is not enough, I'll go get some more."

One of his men was cutting cured jerky and looked up and replied.

"Got it, go ahead."

With that, Jory pulled out his wood knife from the pile of debris and prepared to chop some.

Contrary to many people's common sense, the xylem of plants is very damaging to the blade, so unless there is no substitute for the sword used to cut people, it will not be used as a part-time wood knife.

Jory carried his hatchet and walked into the woods behind the camp, but he slowed down as he passed the pile of boxes in the cart.

Because in the box that should have been just a pile of dead things, there was a sound of "squeezing ropes".

Jory bent down slightly, put down the wood knife in his hand, drew his long sword from his waist, and felt towards the pile of boxes.

At the same time, this experienced captain of the guard was also guessing in his heart what the situation was.

Beast? Rat? Spy? Assassin?.

In any case, in the current situation, whoever hinders the return of the Duke of the North and the deployment of troops will have a huge impact on the war situation.

Then Jory Kesso is also duly ready, ready to kill all the enemies he encounters on the way.

The captain of the guard moved slowly.

The scene behind the box is about to come into view.

No matter who is behind the box, he can't go today.

"Arya ?!!!"

Qiao Li, who was still "swearing to the death" just now, widened his eyes at this moment, and shouted uncontrollably with a crazy face.

I saw a bunch of boxes behind a small thin shadow, followed by a pair of glowing wolf eyes, who were digging out the jerky on the edge of the boxes.

In the darkness of the night, Jory didn't even need a torch to recognize the Stark young lady!

The little girl who was digging out the jerky from the box froze, then turned back tentatively and slowly and gave Jory a flattering smile.

By the way, she and Nymelia had a piece of cured jerky stuffed in her mouth.

"Ahh Uncle Jory! ”

Arya greeted awkwardly, and by this time Jory had already begun to clutch his head and have a headache.

He didn't have to think about it to know what was going on!

He also said that the box sank abnormally! There's an ice wolf with a child!

Jory knew too well what was going to happen to Arya, and she was sure to find a bunch of reasons to laugh, intending to say that she had come by accident.

And seeing that you've been running for so long, you probably don't have time to send people back, so you just keep taking them with you.

"Uncle Jory, I was completely accidental"

Jory's face began to turn blank when he heard this.

Really!

"Arya, shut up!"

"Oh." The little girl nodded obediently and closed her mouth.

"Wait for your father to come back." Jory covered his face frantically, "Tell your father yourself." ”

So, when Ed and Lane returned, with the three surviving soldiers covered in blood. The first thing I saw was the little girl sitting by the fire and the wolf.

The Duke of the North first called out "Arya" in surprise, and then, as if he remembered something. With his mouth open, he turned his head to look at the witcher behind him.

Then he found that the expression of the witcher was very similar to his.

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The port seems to have collapsed in a few days, and the reward will be sent tomorrow.

(End of chapter)