Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

The light and rhythm are like a bride's veil covering half of the mountains and seas. Oh, sorry, the brides in Westeros don't need red veils, but only when he is alone will he remember that he is a time traveler, after all, that was a memory from sixteen or seventeen years ago.

On the top of the rock, you can see the sunset slowly sinking under the horizon of the sea.

I miss that world because it was once sparse and ordinary, but it is like heaven here.

"Lord Cole, you are so amazing." At some point, a little fat man appeared behind him, and he came slowly with a look of admiration.

The tall figure with white armor and silver hair reflected in his eyes, like a god in the afterglow.

If he reflected himself on the river bank, Cole would hardly recognize himself. He hasn't looked in the mirror for a long time. The hair that was originally burned bald has grown to the side of the ears, and the thin and light figure has gradually become sturdy. But that face is elegant and easy-going, and there is even some melancholy in his eyes. If he holds a harp and becomes a singer, he should be very popular with noble ladies.

"Sir Duran." Although his title is earl, Sir is a honorific, and it can also be used as "Mr." in Chinese. But please note that Sir can only be used to address nobles and knights.

Knights and Sirs are both nobles with the lowest status in the Middle Ages, but just like the big men in the Spring and Autumn Period of my great China like to call themselves "scholars", we pursue the spirit of scholars and they pursue the spirit of chivalry. In fact, there are some different ways to the same destination. If there is no man, the chaotic situation will probably make us have the same pattern as Westeros.

Of course, there is no possibility in history, only stories and novels.

Westeros is a world similar to the West, where there is the Andal people's war of faith, which can be compared to the Crusades. There is the feat of the conqueror Aegon Targaryen who swept the five kingdoms. Of course, this cannot be compared with the man who "struck the long strategy and ruled the world", but we can study the British conqueror Sir William.

In the eyes of Duran Bar Amon, Cole at this time should be comparable to those great figures who left their names in history.

Of course, this all comes from the filter in the eyes of the little fan. Those who left their names in history are either heroes or people of noble character.

Cole is just a young man who won a few battles with the help of external forces. The more handy he is on the battlefield, the more Cole hates war. Although a general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of bones, he still remembers the wailing of the fire.

His white armor has long been stained with blood. Water can wash away the blood on his clothes, but it can't wash away the blood in his heart.

"My lord, how did you do it?" After listening to the oral accounts of those knights, Earl Duran's eyes were already full of little stars.

It's just the self-proclaimed romance of an unworldly noble son. Maybe when he gets a few years older, he won't admire Cole so much. Who knows, the look he gives me at that time might be full of contempt.

"What did you do?"

"Of course, it's about defeating tens of thousands of people with a thousand men. You are simply a warrior descended to the earth, sir. I thought that epic stories were all lies." He was very excited. This warrior was the warrior among the seven gods.

"Did they tell you that?"

The little fat man nodded, and he asked expectantly: "Sir, can you teach me? The coach in the castle can only teach me to practice swords and ride horses, and the maester can only teach me to recognize the badges of those nobles."

Cole smiled and shook his head. Teach others? He himself is the same, what can he teach. "Sir Duran, I can't teach you anything. Many things are inevitable by cause and effect. I just did some insignificant things.

"Just like His Majesty Stannis will definitely win this victory, it will be the same whether I am there or not. "

"When I came here, my knights advised me to be prepared to surrender to Renly. But I remember who my family was loyal to. Now they all say that with you, His Majesty the King will win. Some even say that the King will marry His Royal Highness the Princess to you, just like the knight in the story."

This fat little Earl seems a little too naive, but thinking of Sansa, it can be forgiven. After all, not everyone can teach their heir to be a young wolf, and the son of the dignified King Robert Baratheon has also been taught in a mess.

The marriage of the nobles is not as romantic as in the story, my Lord Earl.

"Who the princess marries can only be decided by the king. But you have to see what's behind the princess, sir. "Cole made a small suggestion. Even if he didn't say it, someone would tell him in the future. As long as Stannis took the throne, the Bal Ammon family would be happy to let their lord flatter the princess.

"I know, I know. This is a political marriage as the maester said. They don't agree with me marrying Lali because she is the daughter of a fisherman. But I secretly fostered her in a manor outside the castle."

Cole looked at the fat face younger than him. Forget it. This is a different world. There is no law to protect minors.

"I will keep it a secret for you, Lord Earl. I have smelled the fragrance. I think the meal is ready. We should go back." Cole stepped in front of him and walked into the stronghold.

The little fat earl followed behind.

On the way, those people saluted and greeted them.

Back to the camp, Camillo came over with a parchment roll. "My lord, this is a letter sent from Storm's End. It has the king's coat of arms on it. "

Cole took the letter and saw that the wax pattern was a crowned stag.

[Sir Cole Julius, I have received the message you sent.

The sealed handwriting of Stannis I of House Baratheon, king of the Andals, Rhoynar and First Men, ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. 】

In the letter, His Majesty the King was generous with his praise.

"My lord, the messenger wants to see you." Camillo came over while he was reading the letter.

Cole nodded, thinking that the king still had some things to explain verbally.

After a while, he saw a thin man with brown hair and brown eyes, and a thick gray beard. He was wearing an old brown leather vest, a gray-green cloak behind him, and a pair of frayed gloves. An ordinary long sword hung on his waist.

"Sir Julius." This person was the first to greet.

"Forgive me, sergeant. I know very little about the knights of Dragonstone." It's no wonder that he has poor eyesight. His memory is good, but he doesn't remember seeing this man under Stannis.

"My lord, Davos Seaworth. You may call me by my first name, my lord."

"Ah!" Cole was shocked, "You are the Onion Knight."

Davos smiled slightly.

"I'm sorry, sir. Forgive me for being blind, but I didn't recognize your family crest."