Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 75 Onion Knight
The radiance is like the bride's hijab covering half of the mountains and seas of the sky.Oh, sorry, brides in Westeros don't use red hijabs, but only quietly alone, he will remember that he is a time traveler, after all, that is already a memory of sixteen or seventeen years ago.

On the rocks, you can watch the sunset slowly sinking under the skyline of the sea.

I miss that world because it used to be sparse and ordinary, but here it is like a kingdom of heaven.

"Master Cole, you are too powerful." At some point, a chubby man appeared behind him, and he came slowly with reverence on his face.

A tall and straight figure with white armor and silver hair reflected in the eyes, under the afterglow, looks like a heavenly being.

If he reflected himself on the river bank, Cole would almost not recognize himself, he hadn't looked in the mirror for a long time.The hair that was originally burnt and bald has grown to the sides of the ears, and the thin and weakened figure is gradually burly.But that face is elegant and easy-going, and there is even a little melancholy in the eyes. If you hold a harp and become a singer, you should be very popular with noble ladies and wives.

"Sir Duran." Although his title is Earl, Sir is an honorific and can also be used as the meaning of "Sir" in Chinese.But be aware that jazz can only be used to refer to nobles and knights.

Both knights and jazz are the lowest-ranking nobles in the Middle Ages, but just like the great figures in the Spring and Autumn Period of our country like to call themselves "scholars", we pursue the spirit of scholar-bureaucrats, and they pursue the spirit of chivalry.In fact, there are some ways to reach the same goal. If there is no such man, it is estimated that the chaotic war situation will give us the same pattern as Westeros.

Of course, there is no possibility in history, only story books and novels.

Westeros is a world similar to the West, where there is a battle of faith among the Andals, which can be compared to the Crusades.There is Aegon Targaryen the Conqueror's feat of sweeping the Five Kingdoms. Of course, this cannot be compared to the man who "made great efforts to control the universe", but you can pay attention to His Excellency William the Conqueror of England.

In the eyes of Duran Bar Emmon, Cole at this time should be comparable to those famous figures in history.

Of course, this all comes from the filter in the eyes of the little fans. Those who have left their names in history are either heroes or noble characters.

Cole is just a boy who has won several battles with the help of external forces. The more comfortable he is on the battlefield, the more Cole hates war. .

His white armor was already stained with blood, and water could wash away the blood on his clothes, but it couldn't wash away the blood in his heart.

"My lord, how did you do it." After listening to the dictation of those knights, Earl Duran's eyes were full of little stars.

It's just a romance that an unworldly nobleman thinks is nothing more. Maybe when he is a few years older, he probably won't admire Cole so much.When the time comes, the eyes that look over at him may even be filled with disdain.

"Do what?"

"Of course, it's a matter of defeating tens of thousands of people with 1000 people. You are simply a warrior descending to earth, my lord. I thought epic stories were all lies." He was full of interest, and this warrior was one of the seven gods.

"That's what they told you?"

Little Fatty nodded, and he asked expectantly: "My lord, can you teach me? The instructor in the castle can only teach me how to practice swords and horseback riding, and the bachelor only teaches me to recognize those noble badges."

Cole shook his head with a smile, teach people?He himself is half-assed, what to use to teach. "Sir Duran, I can't teach you anything. Many things are inevitable, and I just did some trivial things.

"Just as His Majesty Stannis must have won this victory, with me and without me, still the same."

"When I came, my knights advised me that I should be prepared to go to Renly. But I remember who my family is loyal to. Now they all say that with you, His Majesty will win, and some even say , the king will marry the princess to you, just like the knight in the story."

This little chubby Earl seems a little too innocent, but thinking of Sansa, he can be forgiven.After all, not everyone can teach the heir to be a young wolf lord, but the son of His Majesty King Robert Baratheon is also in a mess.

Noble marriage is not as romantic as in the story, my lord.

"Who the princess marries can only be decided by the king. But you have to see what is behind the princess, ser." Cole slightly mentioned that even if he didn't say it, someone would tell him in the future, as long as Stan Ness had won the throne, so the House of Baer Ammon would be happy to let their lord flatter the princess.

"I know, I know, this is a political marriage that the bachelor said. They don't agree with me marrying Lali because she is a fisherman's daughter, but I secretly fostered her in a manor outside the castle."

Cole looked at this fat face who was younger than him, forget it, this is a different world, and there is no law on the protection of minors.

"I'll keep it a secret for you, Lord Earl. I can already smell the aroma, and I think the meal is ready, we should go back." Cole stepped over him and walked into the stronghold.

Earl Chubby followed behind.

On the way, those people saluted and greeted them one after another.

Back at the camp, Camillo came over with a parchment. "My lord, this is a letter from Storm's End, with the king's coat of arms on it."

Cole took the letter, and it was the crowned stag.

[Sir Cole Julius, I have received your message.
King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, and the sealed script of Stannis I of House Baratheon. 】

In the letter, His Majesty the King did not hesitate to praise him.

"My lord, the messenger asks to see you." Camillo came up as he read the letter.

Cole nodded, presumably the king still has some things to explain verbally.

After a while, he saw a thin, brown-haired, brown-eyed man with a bushy gray beard, wearing an old brown leather vest, behind him was a gray-green cloak, and a pair of frayed gloves.An ordinary long sword hung from his waist.

"Sir Julius." This person was the first to greet.

"Forgive me, ser. I don't know much about the knights of Dragonstone." No wonder he was blind, his memory was good, but he didn't remember seeing him among Stannis' men.

"My lord, Davos Seaworth. You may call me by my first name, my lord."

"Ah!" Cole was shocked, "You are the onion knight."

Davos smiled slightly.

"I'm sorry, my lord. Forgive my poor eyesight, but I didn't recognize your family emblem."

(End of this chapter)