Lynn stood there in a state of turmoil and thought for a while.

Then, his expression kept sweeping over, and the crowd of people watching the night watch were trembling and at a loss.

He rubbed his cheeks and suddenly showed a bitter smile.

I thought to myself that these night watchmen were brought back by Hejian, but now there were three-eyed crows assassins inside.

It is impossible to keep them there any more.

Who knows if there are any other controlled persons inside?

Lynn's servants in the fishing village harbor kept coming and hearing the news, completely separating the crowds of open space outside the straw shed from Lynn's ten steps away.

These recruited night watchmen basically understood what had happened.

Some of them are backstabists.

Almost stabbed Lynn.

Everyone had fear on their faces, and many people began to look uneasy.

It seemed that Lynn took this opportunity to deal with them those who were idle.

The atmosphere that was still warm just now became a little quiet.

Some people began to whisper and talk about what the local lord would do, and some also spit on the spot that the man in black cursed the attacker as an ungrateful wolf.

Lynn looked at the scene that was gradually beginning to be in an uproar.

Ignore it.

He leaned over and picked up the black dagger in black.

The dagger was as dark as ink. Lin En smelled there was no odor on the blade, and it was obviously not poisonous. There was a circle of green runes on the grip. The characters were very strange and there was no meaning.

Could it be the magic of the Green Prophet? Lynn, fell into a brief meditation.

Having no clue, Lynn put away his dagger and planned to look back and let the knowledgeable old Bachelor Hill see.

It is indeed easy to fall into danger if you lack a personal guard around you who can help him understand his secrets.

Lynn doesn't plan to stay here for a long time.

He said coldly to the crowd separated by the attendants: "Tomorrow I will use the raven to notify the night watchmen of Black Castle and ask them to send someone to pick you up. No one is allowed to leave until the assassin's matter is investigated clearly."

"Shifu."

"grown ups?"

"Arrange people to monitor the straw hut area. No one is allowed to leave here without permission."

After Lynn gave the order, he turned around and left without looking back under the escort of the tall knight Duncan.

Lord's Mansion, Bachelor's House.

Under a neat bookshelves, Old Scholar Hill stood up from his seat and bowed to the person entering the door, "Lord, why are you free to come here today?"

Lynn looked at the decorations inside the house. Apart from the books and a few quaint tables and chairs, there was no other decent furniture.

He slowly walked to the old bachelor's desk and said, "Bachelor Hill, do you have any research on the son of the forest?"

"Those ancestors who could live up to centuries and have skin like green plants?"

"You know?"

“I don’t know much.”

Lin En looked at the old man quietly and took a scrupulous attitude.

Old Hill moved his body, moved a few steps from the side of the bookshelf, stretched out his hand from his wide black cuffs, licked the pages with his lips, and slowly said: "As the earliest natives of the mainland, the sons of the forest, they used magic to prevent the ancestors from coming to Westeros from the Eastern Continent through the yet-breaking corner of the Donne's broken arm,

However, the ancestors became taller and stronger and more advanced in technology. They escaped from each other and signed an agreement. The forest belonged to the sons of the forest, while the rest of the mainland belonged to the ancestors. However, the sons of the forest created a species that was difficult to kill, which they called the White Walker.

This invasion weakened the peace agreement and also caused the son of the forest to be backfired by the White Walkers, although the ancestors and the son of the forest united to defeat the White Walkers in the Battle of Dawn, and built a huge Great Wall on the way south to prevent him from coming back.

However, the crack between the ancestors and the son of the Moriko has nothing but a sewing. The son of the forest was eventually expelled by the ancestors and began to die."

Lin En interrupted, "Are people from the North descent descendants of their ancestors?"

Old Hill nodded, "Most of all, the Stark family in the North guardian is descended from ancestors. They have had the family motto of preventing the invasion of strange creatures on the Great Wall from the desperate situation."

"Is there any bloodline of the son of the forest in the Westeros continent?"

Old Hill's hand in flipping books paused,

"I think maybe there may be, but no one has seen it. Now, most of the Andalese people are descendants of the Westeros.

Dorn is a mixed race between the Loynas and the Andals, and almost all the rest are Andals. Of course, there are pure and mixed bloodlines. In addition, the Targaryen family is descended from Valyrians."

Lin En thought to himself that there were hundreds of thousands of savages living outside the Great Wall, who were also descendants of ancestors.

However, he naturally didn't say it, it had nothing to do with his coming to find Old Bachelor Hill.

Lynn took out the black gold dagger from his arms that the assassin attacked him and poked it directly to Hill's desk.

Almost, he was pricked at his hand that was flipping the book.

This old bachelor who had served two generations of lords of Rothschild, looked at the special material of the dagger in front of him, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

When he saw the complex patterns engraved on the hilt of the dagger, he did not hide his surprise.

Lin En looked at the old man's expression and knew that he must have known something.

He hurriedly asked, "Is the runes on this dagger magic from the son of the forest?"

Old Hill had been in the school town for several years before following Lynn's father, former Viscount Rothschild, and he had seen symbols as obscure and difficult as the lines on the dagger in front of him.

This is something similar to a mantra.

However, Bachelor Hill has not studied much.

He leaned over and looked at the dagger for a moment, then raised his head and said to Lin En: "The patterns on this dragon crystal dagger are indeed the same as those circulating. Legend has it that the magic runes of the wise men with mysterious abilities in the sons of the forest are very similar to those of the Green Prophet. Although I cannot be sure, the one who can engrave such fine patterns on the dragon crystal dagger is now no one on the Westeros continent can do it."

Lynn was startled.

"What? You said this is a dragon crystal dagger?"

Looking at Lin Neng's shocked expression disdainfully, Old Hill said coldly: "This kind of volcanic rock looks a bit like dark green glass and has a very hard material. What else can it be except dragon crystal? Before bronze weapons and iron weapons were brought into Westeros, the sons of the Forest usually used this thing as an arrow or spearhead."

“No one is used to make it now…”

Lynn just finished speaking and realized that something was wrong.

However, Old Hill still took this opportunity to sarcastically: "This thing is OK to deal with the legendary White Walker. It is no different from the fruit knife. The legendary ghost thing has disappeared for thousands of years. Who would use this bulky weapon to kill people?"

Lin En thought, there is.

And the person who was assassinated by the Dragon Crystal dagger is standing in front of you.

But then again, why did the Three-Eyed Crow send someone to kill him with a dragon crystal dagger? Is he treating himself as a member of the White Walker?

Damn, no.
Chapter completed!