A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

Under the gloomy sky, several multi-masted long ships slowly moved forward on the gray sea. The cold autumn wind blew, and the swollen sails made the nettle whip pattern on them particularly obvious.

Standing on the deck of the Meditation, Iron Axe, wearing a black leather armor, looked at the vague shadow of the island in the distance. The extreme desire in his heart made his eyes narrow unconsciously.

"Captain Iron Axe, I still think it is inappropriate for us to go to sea without permission in violation of King Baron's ban." The middle-aged first mate behind him leaned in and whispered, his weather-beaten face full of worry.

"Even the Drowned Priests can't stop the Ironborn from going out to sea. That is the natural right given to us by the Drowned God, and no one can deprive us of it." The black-clad captain, Iron Axe, snorted coldly upon hearing this: "How can Baron compare to the Drowned God?"

"But if King Baron knows about this, he-"

"Will he kill all of us?"

The captain's question made the first mate's face change, but then he laughed dryly and comforted himself: "Although King Baron is not as gentle as the old king, he doesn't seem to be too harsh."

"So what are you afraid of? Baron hasn't even secured his position as Seastone yet, how much spare energy do you think he has to take care of our affairs?" Iron Axe in black said with a grin.

"Besides, we are just going out to fish, but we can't do anything."

As he said this, his eyes looked covetously at the faint shadow of the island.

No need to use force, as long as you show up around the sea area of ​​the island, you can get a lot of money. This is a very cost-effective deal for Captain Iron Axe, who has been ruled peacefully for a long time and is even poor.

However, in fact, he has another idea in his heart, or they still yearn for the ancient way that the iron race relied on for survival before the establishment of the Targaryen Dynasty, which is the way of burning, killing and plundering, rather than guarding the poor broken island in the sea to fish and mine.

Unfortunately, it is not the time yet...

Thinking so regretfully, a white shadow suddenly passed by Iron Axe's eyes. The strange appearance made the black-clothed captain raise his head suddenly. After a few glances, he frowned and then signaled his deputy to take the bow and aim.

He was aiming at a white bird, which was now soaring around the three-masted sail. Its leisurely appearance seemed leisurely and comfortable, and he didn't realize that he had been stared at.

So when an arrow whizzed past, it was nailed to the wooden pole of the sail without any reaction time. After struggling for a while, it seemed to become motionless.

This precise archery technique made several sailors not far away cheer loudly. Captain Iron Axe laughed and scolded them a few words. Then, under his order, a sailor climbed up the mast like a monkey and rushed to the place where the arrow hit.

At first, the sailor did not understand why his leader insisted on him picking up the arrow after shooting a seabird to death, but when he gradually climbed to the target, he was shocked to find that it was not a bird that was shot, but a glove.

A small white glove that was swaying in the sea breeze.

"It's really strange. What kind of wind can blow it so much like a bird?"

The muttering in his heart did not hinder the young sailor's actions. He held the wooden pole with one hand, and used his other hand to forcefully remove the arrow that nailed the glove, and then bit the glove in his mouth.

Then the young sailor began to climb down.

During this time, he felt that the thing in his mouth seemed to be moving abnormally, but the sea breeze was strong around him, so the sailors didn't pay much attention to it. So after jumping back to the deck, he handed the glove fluttering in the wind to his captain.

However, just as he was surprised, the sailors around were all surprised.

"Did you hide the bird and use this glove to fool our Captain Iron Axe?"

"Are you a fool, Doron? Look at the material of this glove, it is much more precious than a bird!"

"Then why is it a glove?"

"How do I know?"

The black-clad captain standing at the end of the deck ignored the crew's discussion, but looked down at the white glove in his hand and frowned without saying a word.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he always feels that the thing in his hand seems to be moving by itself, not the wind around...

Thinking about it, he saw the glove in his hand suddenly flipped and fell towards the deck, and he quickly reached out and grabbed it tightly.

Just as the black-clad captain did this, he suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation. After a moment of trance, he couldn't help but look at the many crew members behind him.

An inexplicable thought emerged in his mind.

Gu Dao is not dead.

…

The sound of wooden swords colliding in a courtyard somewhere in the castle was dull and loud. The two boys were wearing armor made of wood chips and were practicing with sweat on their heads. They might have consumed a lot of physical strength. Their every move at this time seemed very clumsy.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Master Garland, what's wrong with you today? Didn't you eat enough!?"

A middle-aged coach wearing brown and black leather armor and trousers stood not far away with his chest folded. His light brown hair was tied into a ponytail behind his head. His brown eyes were fixed on the movements of the two boys, and he scolded them from time to time.

At the same time, as the training atmosphere in the courtyard became heated, clear and leisurely harp notes floated from above, mixed with the sounds of weapons clashing and footsteps, inexplicably giving a feeling of background music of battle.

"What a stupid person, Tob. Why do you always hit him on the arm when you have the chance to hit him on the head? Do you think this is a child's play? If you were still so restrained during the real battle, you would have been killed by the enemy long ago. died!"

The coach's voice was a little angry. The boy who was scolded turned red after hearing the words and felt quite ashamed. However, his opponent did not have an easy time during this training either. His fat body was already a bit clumsy, and the coach's mean temperament was even worse. I would taunt him from time to time.

"Master Garland, do you know why the pig raised by Wilder is always beaten?"

"Why?"

"Because it doesn't know how to hide!"

The fat boy looked unhappy when he heard this, and even felt a little aggrieved.

"I can't help but listen to Renly's harp, so I'm distracted..."

As he spoke, he glanced at the guy sitting on the wooden railing in the attic diagonally above. The black-haired boy who was the same age as him, but did not need to train and instead played the harp in his arms leisurely, was so annoying in the eyes of the fat boy.

"Don't make excuses, Master Garland. The sounds on the real battlefield are much harsher than these!"

The instructor said while looking at the green-eyed boy opposite the fat boy.

"You see, although he can't let go, Tob is not affected by those sounds."

The instructor's words made the boy named Tob blush again and again. After carefully looking at the fat boy opposite him, he looked diagonally upward at his young master as if asking for help.

As a civilian child, he was already very cautious when he was arranged to spar with children from a noble family. The coach's modest praise made him even more panic-stricken.

Although this kind of sparring has been going on for more than two months, the shy boy is still very nervous about it.

However, facing his gaze, the young master diagonally above him just showed him an encouraging smile, and then spit out a cheerful musical note from the harp in his hand.

So Taub had no choice but to continue sparring with an uneasy mood.

The sound of the harp sounded continuously again. It seemed to be an elegant tune with a rich rhythm, and it seemed to be played randomly. The two boys who were concentrating on the battle ignored it (or tried to ignore it), but they passed by on the attic corridor. Some men and women cannot ignore it.

So along with the praise or attention, the "experience bar" of someone's bard profession was slowly increasing in an imperceptible manner.

Yes, increase.

Although it was not shown on the system panel, Renly, who was immersed in playing, could still vaguely feel the inconspicuous power that accompanied the attention of the people around him. This was the same as when he was practicing alone. The situation is very different.

Renly believed that this was the right path for him to advance professionally. The original method of practicing alone was the wrong way to go.

After all, the skills included in his knight profession are basically not low, but the level is still entry-level. Coupled with the situation he faced when he obtained the knight profession, he could easily guess one of them. some joints——

Only when doing relevant behaviors will the corresponding occupation he holds have the nutrients to improve.

Renly was not sure why this was the case, just as he was unable to understand the specific condition of his left hand more than two months before the experiment was carried out.

Regarding this extraordinary thing, he only vaguely guessed that it might be something like the power of belief, but only God knew the specifics.

Anyway, he can feel that if this continues, his career will be promoted sooner or later, so he doesn't pay much attention to the question of why, but when exactly he will be promoted is another unknown matter.

Thinking about it, his moving fingers suddenly stopped, and then he quickly shook off his previous careless look, sat upright, and began to play with his head lowered, pretending to be immersed in the ocean of music.

It's a pity that his behavior was not hidden from other people's eyes. The silver-haired woman who was walking towards this direction not far away frowned, and then her footsteps quickened, causing a group of maids behind her to pick up their skirts and catch up.

"Behave properly and not like a country scoundrel, Renly."

The woman approached and said this to the black-haired boy. Then, without waiting for a response, she continued to say seriously: "Follow me. Although the time is wrong, I need to teach you the etiquette of sitting posture again."

Renly blinked when he heard this, and then followed her away obediently. A fat boy below saw this situation and let out a burst of gloating laughter, and then was scolded by the mean coach...

It is hard to imagine that during the two months spent in Highgarden, the most difficult person to deal with was not the famous Queen of Thorns, but the dignified and elegant looking Duchess.