Chapter 140 139. The silver-haired problem

The moment Aaliya walked out, the fight was destined to end.

The person behind the incident is the noble Arya Stark.

Who would want to attack her friend, the butcher's son, in front of this person?

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

Why are they, soldiers and foodies, joining in the fun of this kind of conflict between people of noble blood?

What if you have to chop Mikay and this lady stands directly in front of you? Are you going to use force?

I really feel like I didn't die quickly enough.

Who would have thought that if the daughter of the Duke of the North was injured, the matter would be less serious than if the prince was injured?

So Lan En put his sword back into its sheath with a chuckle, while the six people on the other side put their swords back in embarrassment.

Everyone knows that they can't cut anyone present even if they draw their swords, so holding the sword again will only make them feel embarrassed.

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

Nymeria was led to a horse tethering post, had a collar around her neck, and was next to another direwolf who was obviously much quieter.

"Thank you for taking care of my daughter, Lord Lan En. Soon, the king will make a judgment on this matter. Can I invite you to attend? Maybe your testimony will be needed then."

The butchers, carpenters, and cooks accompanying the army were all busy in the camp, while the well-equipped knights and warriors were patrolling and guarding around the camp.

Ed led Aria and Lan En, and a guard beside him helped Mikay, who was unable to walk, and the group was about to enter the huge tent.

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

He has a cold temperament like frozen soil and rock, and he looks like a person who grew up in a harsh environment.

"Robert, he has nothing to do with the Targaryens. Lann, come closer and let His Majesty see your eyes."

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

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

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

"Ed, is this the person you brought?"

Alia shouted happily and rushed over.

"You shouldn't, it's okay. Alia, you'll be fine when you come back."

"Come with us, Miss Stark. Your Majesty and your relatives are very anxious."

The whole room fell silent naturally.

Lan En's appearance and his shawl hair that looked like molten silver were very eye-catching.

"Seven fucking hells! Let me in, Hound! Just because of a sword? Do you think the men in this room who hold swords are all weaklings?!"

"Take off your sword."

Then the group of people followed the light of the fire and arrived at a quite large camp.

Walking to the door, a man with brown hair and gray eyes like Aaliya came out quickly.

Arya was followed by Nymeria. She tugged on the edge of Lan En's armor, looked at the Hound Knight stubbornly, and nodded.

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

"I saw her being bullied, so I drew my sword to help her, but I didn't expect that she would bite me, father!"

Wow, is this rhetoric so vivid when it comes in?

But the moment this man saw Aaliya, the glacier melted.

The sobbing Joffrey even took a smack because of this and did not dare to say anything more.

He was a king who took the throne as a warrior, and his bravery in his youth was known to all the seven kingdoms.

The Hound Knight lifted the opening and closing parts of his helmet, revealing a severely burned face, and looked at Aaliya as he spoke calmly.

Her outpouring of emotion was easily sensed by her father, and the scolding that came to her lips could not be uttered.

Although his tone was still scary enough, Lan En felt that this should be his most gentle state.

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

Fleets of this size are rare.

What kind of waste does it count to be bitten and cried by an animal?

But this irritability and impatience cooled down the moment Lan En walked in.

Who would have thought that his son would be crying just because a wolf bit him on the wrist? It's so disgusting!

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

The fat man's eyes, which were narrowed into the flesh of his cheeks, were fixed on Lan En's silver hair, and at this moment, he shot out a terrifying murderous aura.

And the cat eyes are obviously a safety feature.

He didn't know why his daughter looked like she had been away from home for a long time, but he instinctively knew that what Aaliya needed now was not admonishment, but comfort.

Lan En looked at all this with some curiosity.

But the Hound Knight stopped Lan En at the door who was about to go in.

He really has a fiery temper like a typical warrior.

Instead, Lan En recalled Ed's gaze lingering on his hair and pupils when they met just now.

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

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

On the way, Arya whispered to Lan that the Hound Knight was Sandor Clegane and he was the prince's bodyguard.

He first breathed a sigh of relief, then put on his anxious face and hugged Aaliya, who also ran towards him.

Alia, a local, was confused.

But before he could open his mouth, a furious roar came from the tent.

Lan En could see Sandor gritting his teeth vaguely, and then he stopped caring about Lan En and walked in.

After Ed comforted his daughter, Aria pulled him to Lan En.

This voice can command the Hound Knight at will. Its status must be higher than that of a prince, and its tone is that of a mature man. Is it a king?

That should be Sister Aria's wolf, named 'Lady'.

"This is Lan En, dad. He saved my life!"

Lan En winked at the little girl and accepted it happily. This was what he had discussed with Aaliya on the road.

The little girl said happily.

Ed smiled, looking carefully into the witcher's eyes as he thanked him.

Lan En walked inside, and the king's residence was completely different even if it was a tent.

"Hey, I can see many people inside are wearing swords."

In the dark night, it was hard to tell how many people there were in the entire camp.

Ed, who was walking in front and had already entered the tent, heard the noise and turned around, ready to speak for Lan En.

Eddard Stark, the Duke of the North is known for his silence, justice, and sternness. People call him the ‘Silent Wolf’.

That's why he wanted to send Alia home.

If Lan En didn't know Aria's personality and character, he might have had to think for a few seconds before making a judgment.

Lan En watched this scene calmly and happily.

According to Aria, this should be the motorcade in which the king took the Duke of the North to the capital to take office as prime minister.

"dad!"

"You are different from those people. Your origins are unknown. And" Sandor Clegane's severely burned face showed no expression at all, and he lowered his voice. "I know how dangerous you are, boy."

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 knows that he has no blood connection with this world.

So he approached the king with peace of mind.

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