Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 140 139. The problem of silver hair

The moment Alia walked out, the fight was destined to fail.

The master of the incident, the noble Arya Stark.

Who would do anything to her friend, the butcher's son, in front of this one?

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

This kind of conflict between people of noble blood, why do they join in the fun as soldiers and eat food?
What if the lady stood in front of him if he had to kill Mikay?Are you going to be rough?

It really felt like I didn't die fast enough.

Who would have thought that the injury of the daughter of the Duke of the North would be less serious than the injury of the prince?

So Lan En chuckled and retracted the sword back into its sheath, while the six people on the opposite side retracted their swords in embarrassment.

Everyone knows that they can't cut anyone present even if they draw their swords, so holding a sword will only feel embarrassing.

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

The Hound Knight raised the opening and closing parts on the helmet, revealing a severely burned face, watching Alia speak calmly.

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

Nymeria followed behind Alia. She grabbed the corner of Lan En's armor, looked at the Hound Knight stubbornly, and nodded.

Immediately, a group of people followed the fire and came to a quite large camp.

The butchers, carpenters, and cooks accompanying the army were all busy in the camp, while the well-equipped knights and soldiers patrolled and guarded around the camp.

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

Lan En watched all this with a sense of novelty.

According to Alia, this should be the convoy where the king took the Duke of the North to the capital to become the prime minister.

Teams of this size are rare.

On the way, Aliya whispered to Lan En that the Knight of the Hound was named Sandor Clegane, who was the prince's guard.

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

Think about it and know that this is the king's tent.

Nymeria was led to a horse stake, put on a collar, and next to a direwolf who was obviously much quieter at the other end.

That should be Elya's sister's wolf, named 'Lady'.

Walking to the door, a man with the same brown hair and gray pupils as Aliya came out quickly.

"father!"

Alicia yelled happily and rushed over.

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

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

He breathed a sigh of relief first, then put on an anxious face, and hugged Alia who was also running towards him.

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

Her gushing emotion was easily sensed by her father, and then the reprimand that had already come to his lips could not be uttered.

Ed Stark, the Duke of the North known for his silence, justice, and sternness, people call him the 'Silent Wolf'.

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

"You shouldn't, it's fine. Alicia, you'll be fine when you get back."

Lan En watched this scene calmly and gratified.

That's why he wanted to send Aliya home.

Lan En's appearance, and his shawl hair like melting silver are very eye-catching.

After Ed comforted his daughter, Alia dragged him to Lan En.

"It's Lane, Pa. He saved my life!"

The little girl said happily.

Ed smiled, and thanked the demon hunter while carefully examining the pupils of his eyes.

"Thank you for taking care of my daughter, Your Excellency 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."

"This is the honor of meeting the king, and I can't wait for it."

Lane winked at the little girl and accepted.This is what he discussed with Aliya on the way.

Ed led Aliya and Lan En, and a guard beside him supported Mikay who couldn't walk. The group was about to enter the huge tent.

But the Hound Knight stopped Lan En who was going in at the door.

"Remove your sword."

"Hey, I can see a lot of people in there are wearing swords."

"You're not like those people, your origin is unknown. And" Sandor Clegane lowered his voice with no expression on his severely burned face. "I know how dangerous you are, boy."

Walking ahead, Ed, who had already entered the tent, heard the movement, and turned around to speak for Lan En.

But before he could speak, there was an extremely fiery roar from the tent.

"Fucking Seven Hells! Let me in, Hound! Just because of a sword? Do you think the men with swords in this room are all idiots?!"

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

This voice can command the Hound Knight at will, and its status must be higher than that of the prince. The voice is a mature male. That is, the king?

It's really a standard warrior-like fiery temper.

Lan En walked inward, the king's residence was quite different even if it was a tent.

The floor, decoration, and furniture are all available. From the inside, it is not even possible to detect that the outside is just a layer of canvas.

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

As soon as Lan En came in, he saw a handsome blond boy talking aggrievedly to the fat man sitting on the only chair in the arena.

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

Wow, did this rhetoric come in so vividly?

If Lan En knew Alia's personality and character, maybe he would have to think for a few seconds before making a judgment.

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

He was the king who claimed the throne as a warrior, and his youthful prowess is known to all the Seven Kingdoms.

Who knew that now his son was crying because a wolf bit his wrist, it's disgusting!
Even if you beat that wolf to death on the spot, I can laugh out loud!

What kind of waste is being bitten and crying by a beast?
But this irritability and impatience cooled down the moment Lan En entered the door.

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

The whole room fell silent naturally.

The weeping Joffrey even twitched at it, and dared not say more.

"Ed, is this the person you brought?"

The Duke of the North seemed to have expected his reaction long ago, so he spoke naturally.

"Robert, he has nothing to do with the Targaryens. Come closer, Lane, so Your Majesty can look into your eyes."

Aliya, a native, is at a loss.

On the contrary, Lan En recalled Ed's gaze on his hair and pupils when they met just now.

Eyes, hair. It seems that the hair color like molten silver and some kind of special pupils are the physical characteristics of one of their hostile races?
Anyway, Lan En knew that he had no blood relationship with this world.

And the cat eyes are obviously a safety feature.

So he approached the king with peace of mind.

　Please recommend!Ask for a monthly pass!Please subscribe!

　　Today's three changes are over!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)