The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

Ding!

There was a crisp sound.

A silver light spotted on Harris' wrist in the diagonal thorn.

Harris' dagger changed direction and pierced the hound's neck, and a blood line emerged from the hound's neck.

The hound escaped.

Harris was furious, refused to give up, turned his wrist, and stabbed the hound's neck.

Ding!

There was another crisp sound.

A very thin and narrow sword that was as bright as autumn water was still dotted on Harris' wrist armor.

It was a very clever force that deformed Harris' movements again, and the dagger slid across the hound's neck.

The hound was not dead twice, hurriedly bowed his head and short body, escaped from Harris's control, rolled on the spot, grabbed the long sword on the ground, slammed into length, and slashed towards Harris' thin neckplate.

Ding Ding Ding!

Three crisp sounds.

The narrow sword was clicked on the hound's knee, wristband, and sword. The hound's forward steps were blocked, the sword was deformed, and the long sword slashed into the empty space.

The hunting dog changed his sword control and attacked again. A shining narrow sword pointed at his throat: "Don't move, sir. The king has orders, stop."

The hound dared not move again with his sword.

He didn't even see how the narrow sword stabbed.

Harris rushed over, piercing the hound's face with a dagger in his hand.

Ding Ding Ding!

Crisp sound as dense as beads.

The point of the narrow sword pointed the crooked dagger, and he clicked on each of Harris's neckplates. The collision between the blade and the neckplate made Harris' neck very uncomfortable.

"Knight, the king ordered to stop."

Harris still wanted to move, and the point of the narrow sword suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, like a cold star.

"Stop it, sir, the king gave orders twice."

The words of the owner of the narrow sword are relaxed and comfortable, as if he was walking among the flowers or enjoying the scenery in the wilderness. There is no tense atmosphere.

Just now, when the king ordered to stop, the northern knights snatched out to ask Harris, and Arya also snatched out to save her good friend.

The swordsmanship teacher Silio was still smiling. When she saw Arya rushing out, her toes were strong and her figure was fluttering, she grabbed her in front of Arya, and the narrow sword was pulled out of her waist, saying, "Aaliya, be careful ."

He doesn't care about others, and he is afraid that his disciple will be injured in this chaos.

The master and disciple didn’t get along for a long time, but Silio liked Arya very much. This was a wild boy he had never seen before. He was not afraid of hardship, pain, or tiredness. She could endure the pain that even an adult man could not bear. , And said nothing.

This is one of the best disciples given to him by the gods, not one of them.

Water dance is also suitable for slender and beautiful women. Although the wild boy is not feminine.

The dance of water does not win by strength, only by skill.

"Silio..." Arya called.

Silio didn't look back. From Arya's cry, he understood the disciple's anxiety. If he didn't help the disciple, this wild boy would definitely not say a word to him for a long time.

Arya is a girl who can do it.

Silly's footsteps slid, as light as the wind, and his other hand pushed Arya back. He came first and rushed in front of all the northern knights to save Harris.

However, although he arrived, his narrow sword could not resist the hound's volley.

Narrow sword, not victory by force, only by skill.

With the power of the hound's leap, Silio couldn't take advantage of his strength. He was about to knock Harris away, but Harris was already standing, with his arms raised high, relying on his armor, and resisting the hound's volley.

So Silio smiled and stopped. He knows the pride of the northern knights, and chooses to fight hard and not to dodge. If he smashes Harris, he will offend Harris' proud chivalry.

When Harris resisted the hound's volley and took out the dagger to kill the hound, the king was already angry. It's just that Harris, in anger and hatred, didn't hear the king's second order. The standing king was tall and mighty, with hair like a halberd, and shouted in a deep voice: "Seven levels of hell, do you all treat the king's order as shit? I want to behead all of you and stop it!"

The king roared and furious, Ed and the others hurriedly knelt down on one knee. The knights and nobles of the north knelt for a circle, and all accompanying courtiers knelt. Except for the Queen Cersei, Prince Joffrey, the hound Harris in the fight, and the swordsman teacher, the others all knelt on one knee.

The king is a person with extremely sensitive self-esteem. The king's authority is supreme. The hound and Harris have ignored the king's order to stop. In front of so many courtiers and the northern knights and nobles, King Robert is angry.

King Robert took the country with bravery. The hammer Ed Stark used back then could barely be picked up. His bravery can be imagined. Although sixteen years have passed, he has been blessed, but the lion is angry. The glory is still there, not to mention that he is a real king.

Harris was pointed at Silio's narrow sword at his eyeballs and returned to reason. Only then did he find that the audience was quiet. Everyone was kneeling on one knee and the hounds were already kneeling. The king stood on his head, staring angrily. Myself, the Queen on one side was sitting, looking at me with a playful smile, Prince Joffrey looked hostile and said, "Father, he despised Wang Fa and should have his head beheaded."

Harris threw away the dagger hurriedly, knelt on one knee, not daring to raise his head.

The swordsmanship teacher also circled the narrow sword, turned around, and knelt down on one knee facing the king, his head lowered, and from the corner of his eyes, Arya was gesturing towards him. The wild boy knelt down on one knee in front of the angry king. With so many small movements, Silio could see from the corner of his eyes that Arya was praising his swordsmanship.

His pride rose like sea water.

I am the first swordsman of Braavos Sea King, haha, I am the famous Silio Freel. Boy, it's your blessing that you can find me as a teacher, but I can find you a wild boy. The remuneration is still ten times that of teaching other people, which is not bad, haha!

Silio tilted his head slightly and blinked his right eye at Arya.

Arya chuckled. She hid behind Jon Snow, her body was small, and she was invisible to the king when she did a little movement.

Silio was proud of himself. His water dance swordsmanship was as godly and as fast as the wind. It was natural to kill people like hounds and Harris who did rough jobs. He looked to the side to see if there were other people who worshipped. Light, and then he saw the dwarf kneeling next to Sir Roderick Kelso. The dwarf kneeling did not prevent him from looking up around him. He was too short, which was the advantage.

Silio saw the thumbs that the dwarf gave him.

Silio was proud.

"All right, let's get up!" the king said impatiently, throwing his huge body back into the chair, pressing the chair to groan.

Ed Stark stood up, Caitlin stood up, the northern nobles stood up, the knights stood up, the king's courtiers stood up one after another, and finally everyone stood up. Tyrion also stood up, but his kneeling height didn't look very different.

"Joffrey, take care of the dog assigned to you by the Lannisters."

The hound knelt again, bowed his head, not daring to speak.

The king can chop off his head with a word. However, he is from the Lannister family, and Her Majesty the Queen is here.

"Harris, your swordsmanship is good, knowing that you want to avenge that unfortunate knight, but the whole thing ends here."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Harris knelt on one knee again, pressing his left chest with his hand.

"That who? That short man? What's your name?"

"Your Majesty, his name is Silio Friel, Arya's swordsmanship teacher." Eddy said with a smile.

"Oh, swordsmanship is good, but it looks like dancing, a sissy, but teach Arya, um, Arya is a girl—hey, Silio Friel, your swordsmanship is good , The sword is too thin and narrow. Thinking about my warhammer back then, haha, Ed can hardly hold it. That is the weapon that real men use to fight."

Ed smiled and said, "Your Majesty, among the Seven Kingdoms, who can have the bravery you were back then!"

"Haha, hahaha, Ned, don't flatter me. Come here, give Silio fifty golden dragons." Robert's mood suddenly improved.

Silio was overjoyed and knelt on one knee, pressing his left chest with his hand: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward!"

Arya clapped!

Silio blinked his right eye imperceptibly at Arya.