"Hand your arms are not your wrists. Fuck you, Sardin, you are the stupidest soldier I have ever seen!"

...

In the courtyard outside the tower, the new night watchman instructor Sang Feng, Crigan, was scolding a young man with a white face and no beard in front of him with impatient face. His long half-coke-like face looked extremely scary.

The other party lowered his head and responded timidly, not daring to look at the hunting dog. The black robe on his body silently proved his identity at this time.

Night watchman, recruit.

Since the beginning of the Heroic Era, the Stark family ancestors built the Great Wall in Desperate, an organization called Night Watcher has been guarding the foot of the Great Wall, and has never changed for thousands of years.

They surpassed the various forces in Westeros, and their purpose was to guard the end of the Great Wall, as well as to deal with many dangers behind the Great Wall.

However, compared to the glory of the past, the people who are vigil now have completely declined.

The White Walkers have been missing for thousands of years, and the only barbaric savage tribe outside the Great Wall is considered an enemy.

The savage young men's troops could occasionally cross the narrow gaps in the Great Wall and come to harass and rob, but the large troops had no ability to cross this giant frozen wall.

And that kind of small-scale harassment doesn't need to worry about anything anymore.

As a result, the support of the various lords of Westeros for the Night Watchmen decreased day by day, and until now, it has reached the point of not asking about it.

This is the case with recruiting soldiers. In the past, there was no need to ask more questions, and the nobles of Westeros would take the initiative to send people to the scene. However, not only are there no such treatment now, but the veterans of the Night Watchmen who took the initiative to recruit were just some crooked people.

Rapes, thieves, robbers, male prostitutes, etc., are scumbags and can’t make it. If you join the black robe, you will become a hero who defends the frontier in a blink of an eye.

In the past, their daily task was to confront the savage tribes that had taken root outside the Great Wall. However, winter was approaching and the long night was coming. The heavy and arduous burden was quietly suppressed. It seemed that few people could bear it here.

Commander-in-chief Mormon discovered the signs of the long night, so he led a large number of teams to investigate the situation, but he had not returned yet.

Shire felt that the group of people he encountered the first two times was attacked by the ghouls, which was the large force of the Night Watchmen, so their fate was self-evident.

Before Robb's army arrived, there were even less than 300 people here, and there were only some logistics personnel, and even the position of recruit training instructor was vacant.

So the just-arrived hunting dog was directly entrusted with important tasks.

He seemed not satisfied with this, so he looked impatient when training.

But for some reason, he did not make a move. He was angry and scolded, but he was also dedicated.

...

"After leaving Xiao Qiao, this dog is much cute." The blonde dwarf standing in front of the window retracted his gaze and turned to look at Charles sitting at the desk in the study room and lowered his head to write.

"He said he is his own dog now and he doesn't need to listen to any owner's orders."

Charles answered without raising his head. While he was outlining the quill, paragraphs of various materials written in Westeros common language appeared on the paper.

A shuttle move yesterday unexpectedly gained a lot of knowledge about the production of local spells and magic items. Compared with the many spell books brought in by the main world, this knowledge can basically be used.

Glass candle, phantom turtle, Eye of Destiny magic circle, Night Shadow of Water, Illusion Curse... There are more than a dozen immortals, but these are basically the only things because of repetition.

But even so, it's already good. After all, they are all unexpected surprises, and Shire didn't expect anything.

But this surprise is not that easy to use.

These things, whether they are spells or magical items, must be made of spell casting materials or crafting materials, but now he obviously has nothing.

Not convenient at all.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something and looked up at the blonde dwarf, "If you remember correctly, 'smart' Lane, is your ancestor?"

"That's right." Tyrion replied, then shrugging, "Ancestors thousands of years ago, I heard that they had a hundred sons and a hundred daughters, so when I was a child, I was always curious about how many wives my ancestors had. What?"

"Nothing." Charles shook his head and said to himself that the soul of your ancestors is here with me now, but this is quite terrifying, so he would rather not say it.

The so-called heroic soul is actually a human spirit, a spirit with a long history, originating from the Lannister ancestors of the heroic era of Westeros.

"Smart" Lane.

I don’t know why the man who was obviously a Westeros was dug out of his heart and imprisoned his spirit by a male witch outside the mainland.

But all the secrets were purified by his hair and turned into dust and fell into pieces.

Unlike normal spirits, the hero's soul emits a faint golden light throughout, which is similar to the Shir spirit, except that the forehead mark is missing.

After a long time, the spirit body completely lost the spirituality that the soul should have and became dull like a puppet. Therefore, Charles could not learn any secrets from it.

At the same time, he didn't know what the golden spirit body was for.

At least, the prompt from the Eye of Real did not show what the thing was useful. So after a little research, he was released into the black space of the scepter without any concern.

And the so-called destiny thread is also treated similarly to the hero's soul. It seems that it is not clear and powerful, but in fact it doesn't know how to use it.

"Learn from those male witches and mix silk threads into the magic circle of illusion?"

Thinking secretly, he saw the dwarf stepping closer and sat down opposite the desk. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

So the glass wine bottle and silver wine glass placed not far away floated up automatically and stopped tilting in front of Tyrion. The golden liquid flowed down and sprinkled in the glass, emitting a faint sweet and greasy aroma of wine.

"The golden wine from Qingting Island? The gods are here, I haven't tasted it for a long time."

Looking at the seductive golden liquid, Tyrion unconsciously pursed his lips. After the wine glass was filled, he couldn't wait to pick it up and take a sip, and then let out a sigh of relief.

"You're in danger here."

Shire ignored this strange expression and looked at him and said to himself: "After the competition and trial, you should have taken the opportunity to go back to your Kaiyan City and stayed honestly, but now you may be shot to death with an arrow."

This is not nonsense. He has the ability to predict the death scene of the target.

However, since he came to the north, Shire's authority to die was suppressed, and his ability to see the scene of death also disappeared. However, the Great Wall here is different from other places.

There are people from all over the continent in Black Castle, but there are more people who believe in the Seven Gods than the Old Gods.

In addition to his efforts in the north during this period, his authority was unblocked, so he could already see some fragmentary scenes at this time.

Therefore, he discovered that the fate of the person in front of him had changed unknowingly, from "happiness" to death, he turned into an arrow shot into the forehead.

"If the wise Duke of Tywin could forgive his humble and ugly young son's betrayal, maybe I would go back." Tyrion said, watching Charles's gaze change. After drinking a sip of wine, he suddenly said something hidden in his heart for a long time.

"I'm sure you saved those people in King's Landing. Because as far as I know, no one can save people under wildfires, no one!"

"So I'm not a human?" Charl replied humorously. Seeing that the other party opened his mouth and wanted to say something, he immediately changed the subject.

"You might as well expect me to turn you into a tall and handsome Lannister, and you might as well expect yourself to be a good child in the next life."

His words meant something. In fact, Tyrion was still here and even followed Charles' butt because of this. Otherwise, if there were people everywhere around him, the fool would stay in the north for more.

This person has something to do with Charles, but his demands are very different from others.

"I believe that the Seven Gods can do everything." The dwarf raised his glass to show off.

"I am not the Seven Gods." This time Charles did not pretend to be a charlatan. It would be fine if he fooled him in front of strangers, but he pretended to be a "god" in front of the people around him. He was so tired that he couldn't pretend to be very similar.

So instead of making people talk, it is better to be honest. In fact, many times, the identity of the God's messenger is much more convenient than that of the gods.

"Yes, how could a dignified seven gods still need to eat, drink, defecate, and urinate." The dwarf thought he was humorous: "I think you are the same as a normal man, eating, drinking water, and reading books. Maybe one day I will see you go to a prostitute."

"So what else are you looking forward to? You know I can't do it."

"You can't do it now, it doesn't mean it won't work in the future." The dwarf said: "For example, I have been paying attention to the method of sucking people into fucking people last time in Luanhe City. You still needed the kind of stone slab cooperation at that time, and now you can use it casually."

Charles looked at him quietly without responding. The other party coughed dryly.

"I don't know how you wizards or gods learn magic, but you'll improve your ability to this level in such a short time, and it's not without hope to make a dwarf taller in the future."

He said, seeing that Charles was indifferent, he couldn't help but grin, and then his ugly face became calm: "Now what I'm thinking about is what to use to impress you and help me."

Charles still did not respond, while the other party began to talk endlessly.

"Bolton killed his son and sent the army to flatter you. It can be said that he spent a lot of money. But I am neither Bolton nor Stark. Lannister has a lot of gold, which is useless to you. I am not a woman, and I can't throw myself into my arms. I am ugly and not very likable, so after thinking about it, my mind is a little clearer than others."

"So what?" Charles raised his eyebrows.

"I'm not familiar with your mysterious witchcraft knowledge, but I'm quite proficient in aristocratic dramas, so if you need it, I'll help you with such trivial matters. Then, if possible in the future..."

The blonde dwarf tried to keep his tone calm, but the deformed hands hidden under the table were unconsciously clasped.

When he was a child, he loved fantasy and always wanted to have a sleep on his own and grow up the next day, or just like the giant Grigo in the Hero Era, he could turn from a little man into a giant by eating a green fruit.

He also wants to become a giant, Lannister giant.

However, as he grew older and his studies gradually increased, this nonsensical fantasy disappeared from nowhere.

Life brings him only ridicule, prejudice, abuse, contempt, and no miracles.

But are there really no miracles in the world?

A year ago, he could say for sure, no.

However, now,

A miracle is right in front of you.
Chapter completed!