Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 143 Return to "Winter Night"

"Master Julius." She saluted dignifiedly, already dressed as a lady.

Cole personally attended her wedding as a witness.

"Lady Lannister," Cole responded with a smile.

Sansa sighed in her heart: he even changed his title, just like they took her as a Lannister at Joffrey's wedding, but her name was Sansa Stark.

This person is a liar, she thought angrily.

But when he thought about it carefully, he didn't promise her anything, he just said a word of consolation verbally.

In this castle, she couldn't trust anyone's words. As Dontos said, all they wanted to use was her identity.

Be it Lannister or Tyrell.
He left without saying anything, not even consolation this time, did he already regard him as a Lannister?
Cole didn't think that his words would bring hope to a girl. At that time, he did have consolation in it, but he didn't even keep it in his heart.

Originally, she would be picked up by Littlefinger soon, and what he said was right.

Of course, whether this will happen, Cole is not [-]% sure.

But this encounter gave him some ideas.

He held a strip of sheepskin in his hand, and he had almost forgotten about it, and Cole would not have remembered it if it hadn't fallen on the floor.

What would Varys have asked him to fetch?
Cole took Duran and Jose out of the Red Castle, but he didn't know that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him behind him.

They rode horses to Steel Street, followed the map to find the shop, and found a hidden place in a corner at the foot of Visenya High Hill, which is next to Mud Street. Many people are walking through.

The sound of the horse alarmed the people in the blacksmith's shop, and then a black and short blacksmith came out. He looked quite strong, with a bushy beard and piercing eyes.

"My lord, you are welcome." He glanced at the coat of arms, and then looked at the two knights behind him, and quickly confirmed that the person who came was of extraordinary identity.

Recently, the number of dignitaries in King's Landing has more than doubled.

"Are you the blacksmith here?" Cole asked.

He dismounted sideways, handed the reins to Jose, took out the address note, and asked him, "Look, is this the address on it?"

The blacksmith wiped his dark, broad palms on his clothes before taking the roll of woolen paper. "Yes, my lord. This is my shop."

"I wonder if you need to make armor or weapons?" asked the blacksmith,

"Someone asked me to come here to pick up things." Cole said bluntly, while looking at his shop.

This place is already at the edge of Steel Street, and the best blacksmith shop in King's Landing should be at the deepest part of Steel Street.

Judging from the daily iron tools and agricultural tools in the shop, the blacksmith doesn't even make weapons and armor.

Doubt flashed in the blacksmith's eyes.

Cole continued, "It's Lord Varys, the King's Chief of Intelligence."

The blacksmith still looked puzzled.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, my lord. Please forgive my stupid memory. Someone did entrust me to keep some things for him. He didn't disclose his name, but said that there will be a silver-haired knight in the future." He paused for a moment. .

Silver-haired knight, isn't this coming right now?

The blacksmith patted himself on the head, "Damn me, please wait a moment, sir. I'm going to get it for you."

After speaking, he walked towards the shop.

After a while, he came over with a tightly wrapped thing.

Gray wool wraps a long bag.

Cole took the things in his hands, only feeling extremely familiar.

Slowly pulling the cloth cover away, a simple and unpretentious sword hilt was revealed inside. Seeing the hilt, his heart trembled instantly.

Winter night!

Cole didn't pull out the sword, but wrapped the cloth back.

In addition to the cold winter night, there are naturally those salutes he brought from the Great Wall.

It turned out that what Varys said was these things. Cole always thought that Winter Night should be in the hands of Lannister, and he was thinking of exploring with Tyrion.

If the sword is really Valyrian steel, he probably won't be able to get it back for the time being.

Unexpectedly, this sword was in the hands of Varys, and there were these salutes.

What did the octospider mean by returning the sword to him?Is it return to the original owner?
How could the eunuch be so kind?

Although Cole didn't understand Varys' intentions, he couldn't help but feel a little happy to get these things back.

His joy did not last long.

Suddenly there was a noisy quarrel in the mud street next to the blacksmith shop, and the sound of fighting with weapons could be heard.

Cole looked over and saw a crowd of people coming.

He heard someone shout, "There are a few more!"

"Kill them! Kill them!"

Countless voices quickly flooded the sky above Mud Street.

Cole saw the refugees with weapons actually gathered around here.

They held farm implements and sticks in their hands, and some even held knives and swords.

"Lord Cole." Duran called out to him, and the chubby Earl seemed frightened by the scene.

A few golden robes were knocked down by the refugees, but now they seem to have shifted their eyes and anger to this side.

Seeing the crowd that filled the entire street, there must be close to hundreds of people in detail.

The scolding and roaring sounded loudly, but there were only three of Cole and the others, and even only José had put on the armor.

"It seems that the refugees rioted." Duran leaned towards Cole.

They ignored Jose's armor and the long sword on Cole's waist, rushing angrily from all directions.

Soon the first wave of mobs came in front of them, and they raised the things in their hands and greeted Cole and the others.

Seeing this, Cole stopped thinking about why these refugees were rioting, and he pulled out Winter Night.

This old buddy was much lighter than the two long swords at his waist, and the cold light swept over him like moonlight, and the wrapped cloth strips were directly pierced by the blades.

A sword slashed straight down, right in the face of the comer, and the blade cut half of the face, which looked very terrifying and bloody.

This immediately shocked the mob. They surrounded the two sides and dared not move. After all, drawing a sword to kill people was too fast and terrifying.To put it bluntly, they are nothing more than a group of common people.

Cole could see the fear on their faces.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "There are only three of them! We needn't be afraid!"

Instantly, people responded.

The refugees who had stopped at first seemed to be roused again.

Yes, there were only three people in front of them.

The three of Cole leaned against each other with their swords in their hands. He looked around the group of refugees, and some doubts and conjectures welled up in his heart.

By this time the mob had rioted again.

Da Da Da~
The sound of the horse was violently resounding.
(End of this chapter)