Chapter 4 The disappearing vortex

Gavin Wild, the trainer of Storm's End, is a middle-aged man in his thirties with fluffy brown hair. He wears boiled leather armor and rough breeches. When he followed the scent and found him, the man was standing there. On the edge of the stable, there was a conversation with three well-armed knights.

But when Renly ran over with his two friends and personal servants, they stopped the conversation appropriately.

"Good afternoon, Ser Gavin." Renly spoke first. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the other party's blue eyes were a little wary when looking at his group. The three knights also nodded and turned around to leave.

Berry and Erin also said hello to the coach, who responded politely and asked about the purpose of their visit.

So Shou Zhugan couldn't wait to speak.

"We want to ask you about the ways of chivalry!"

Before this sentence received a response, Fatty Aylin rushed to speak loudly: "There is also a coat of arms. Master Cressen has never told us about a coat of arms that is divided into four parts like yours!"

In fact, the old maester taught these things, but he never went to listen to them - this guy initially studied with Renly for a while, then lied about having a headache and quit.

Renly said nothing, for everything he wanted to say had been said. So he simply said nothing and looked up at the heraldic symbol embroidered on the chest of Professor Wilder.

Although he is a retainer of the Baratheon family, unlike the servants, Gavin Wilder is of noble origin, so he can keep the Wilder family and his own personal coat of arms - four blue stripes on a gold background. Green maelstrom.

"Knight? Coat of arms?" The middle-aged instructor rubbed his cheek after hearing this, and said vaguely: "The rule is that you are not allowed to receive preliminary knight training until you are seven years old, so boys, go back and forth wherever you come from. Now It’s not time yet. As for the coat of arms? This is the first time I heard someone ask me about it!”

His voice was a little impatient, and he seemed to want to turn around and leave after he finished speaking, so Renly asked appropriately: "Then why is it you?"

"What?" The instructor stopped and looked down at him.

Even though they were children, he obviously couldn't ignore Renly's problem like he ignored the other two.

"Master Cressen said that the instructors responsible for training knights in the castle are usually experienced old knights." Renly blinked and said, the expression on his face fully demonstrated the meaning of the word "Tong Yan Wuji" in his memory. , "But you look very young."

"That's because I personally defeated three experienced old knights like you call them!" the middle-aged coach replied proudly.

"Ser Tytos Swann of Stonehelm, Morton Cullen of Nightsong, and the bastard Cedric Storm of Bronzegate City. Although they are clever in their methods, my sword is better than theirs. !”

"I know the bastard Seedek." Shouzhugan was surprised when he heard this: "He once fought three Dornish bandits alone in the border area and killed them. You can actually defeat him?".

"He is a difficult guy, but yes, yes, I defeated him." The coach waved his hand, looking unconcerned.

"How did you defeat him? I saw him at a martial arts tournament in Cen Shutan. He was..."

Renly had already ignored their conversation, because the close contact with the middle-aged coach made the already strong and unique fragrance become a bit overpowering, especially when the man opened and closed his mouth to speak.

This naturally aggravated his desire to find out. However, he had been studying this for a long time in the past, but he still had no clue, so now he focused all his attention on his newly acquired ability - the ability to raise his head and concentrate. The way he stared at the other person's chest seemed to be listening attentively.

At first, nothing special happened to his gaze, but when four or five seconds passed, the surrounding environment suddenly became a little unreal and hazy, and even the sound of conversation seemed much weaker. It seemed that silently, a special channel was established between Crest and Renly.

As this "channel" formed, the originally static vortex pattern gradually changed. Faintly, the four vortexes seemed to be alive, spinning rapidly towards the separation point in the center of the coat of arms, with blue and green colors mixed. After stirring, all the dye colors that formed the vortex disappeared, leaving only a blank golden heraldry base.

The conversation continued. Beric Dondarrion, who aspired to become a knight, was very interested in the middle-aged instructor responsible for teaching martial arts in the castle, and questions kept coming.

The fat Aylin on the side was not to be outdone, but he was not as old as Berry, and he might not pay much attention to knights. Naturally, he couldn't ask some questions that he thought were very profound, so he simply used the coat of arms. Frequent interruptions on this topic.

"Why a whirlpool?"

"Perhaps the gods in heaven will know why. You must understand, boy, that House Wilder was an ancient house before Aegon's conquest."

"Then why are there four whirlpools?"

"Because I am the fourth eldest child in the family."

"How did it get on the clothes?"

"Is this... using a needle and thread? Or a wooden machine? That's all. Boy, stop asking me questions like this. Do I look like a bachelor?"

"Could that be painted on?"

"Draw it on? How is this possible!?"

"I heard that the Dornish people are very good at drawing things on their clothes."

"The Dornish are good at raising sheep." The coach sneered and waved his hand.

"Okay, kids, that's enough. You should understand that I'm not an idler."

He turned and walked away, leaving two little guys who were surprised by his words and a black-haired boy who seemed to be thinking about something.

"The Dornish actually raise sheep?" Fatty stared at the back of the middle-aged coach with wide eyes, and the expression on his face seemed to have discovered a new world.

Although he was still young, people in this world were generally precocious. Even if they didn't fully understand some things, they knew a little bit.

"Why do they do that?"

"Why so many whys? The Dornish do everything and can do anything." Dondarrion, whose territory is located on the border of the Stormlands and is a neighbor of Dorne, has more say in this matter. When talking about the Dornish, he also looks angry and contemptuous.

Among the Seven Kingdoms (the old name in ancient times), Stormland and Dorne have always been enemies, and some nobles on the border of Stormland are even more hostile to Dorne.

In recent years, the two sides have eased somewhat, but in the past, especially when the Seven Kingdoms were not unified and were still six kingdoms, there were countless tragedies on the border.

It is not difficult to imagine how they would slander each other in normal times.

"It's so hot in Dorne, is there any sheep?" Renly, who came to his senses, kindly reminded his friends.

He couldn't help yawning while speaking, so that his voice seemed a little vague, but it didn't prevent the two children from understanding what he was saying.

"Yes, Dorne is a desert, and there is no grass at all. What do sheep eat?" Fatty came to his senses and looked at Beric with a suspicious look, as if questioning his pretense of knowing just now.

"This... who cares about such a boring question." Skinny Bamboo Pole blushed a little. He didn't think about it carefully. When he heard the Dornish people, he subconsciously started to pour dirty water on them.

"Besides, sheep have so much wool that they will die of heat if they stand on the sand." Fatty kept nagging at this question.

"Maybe they will complain about their Dornish masters before they die. Why do you keep me? Don't you know that I don't eat sand? Are you doing this on purpose-"

"Can you shut up!"

"Do you keep me in the sand on purpose so that you can easily frame me?"

...

Children are always talkative.

Renly listened to their arguments and led the way towards the tower.

The coach left, so he naturally couldn't continue to observe, and perhaps because he had used this ability several times in a short period of time, he actually felt a little sleepy at the moment.

However, although his attention couldn't help but be scattered, his body instinctively wanted to let him lie down and rest for a while, but he still tried to concentrate on the phenomenon he had just seen, or the omen.

Four disappearing whirlpools?

Disappeared, or drilled out...

What does this mean?

Renly kept thinking along the way, his little face wrinkled.

Although he didn't achieve his desired goal, he was not disappointed - because there were no clues in many previous contacts, he was able to treat this matter calmly.

However, it's not that he didn't gain anything...

Thinking about everything he saw before and considering the current situation in the castle, Renly's eyes flashed with doubt.

So when he returned to the tower, he wrote a line of words on the scraps of parchment he usually practiced with an unfamiliar technique, and then called the short servant behind him and whispered: "Jomi, help me pass it to Master Cressen."

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