Chapter 181 Jon's Background

"King beyond the wall, I can give you a chance."

Mance Rayder was stunned for a moment as he listened to the words coming from Cole's mouth. "Chance?"

"Kneel down to me and swear allegiance," Cole announced to him.

The King of Savages laughed loudly, "How can free people like to kneel down as much as you southerners do? If you want to kill me, just go ahead. Don't even think about me kneeling down for you. Never even think about it."

"I hope so." Cole just answered him calmly, "I understand that you guys who call yourself free people are unconstrained, arrogant and ignorant, stuck in your ways, barbaric and stupid."

Hearing Cole's evaluation of them, Mance just snorted coldly.

"Kneel down to me and save your life." Cole asked again, putting the sword to his neck.

Mance Rayder just looked at him contemptuously.

"Well, he is a man." Cole praised, "I thought that the guy who would betray the Night Watch for a cloak would be a weakling, but I didn't expect that you are quite brave." He put down his sword and ordered the soldiers to, "Untie him."

"In that case, let's talk about a cooperation." He changed his words.

Mance moved his hands and feet and looked at Cole expressionlessly.

"Your savage wife gave birth to a son for you, congratulations." Cole smiled.

Mance could no longer maintain his cold expression and asked slightly angrily, "What do you want to do?"

"Cooperate, I don't need you to kneel to me, and I can take you to the south."

The King Beyond the Wall frowned. "What do you want?"

"Do you think you're safe if you avoid the dead?" He shook his head, "I could have killed you in exchange for cooperation from the North."

But now he has changed his mind. Originally, in addition to supporting the Night's Watch this time, Cole also planned to re-establish an alliance with Stark on the grounds of the White Walkers.

But who knew that Ed Stark would die just after he arrived.

"I know that White Walkers can bring the dead back to life. Even if one King Beyond the Wall dies, other kings will appear. Under the fear brought by the dead, your offensive going south will only become more and more crazy." Cole. Said, "Keeping you out of the Great Wall will only increase the number of dead people. This is not what I want."

The ebb and flow of one thing will only make the power of the White Walkers stronger and stronger.

"That's all?" Mance Rayder asked.

"If you think the south is a good place, you are wrong, Mance Rayder. Do you think that except for me, the other princes in the south will not receive the news of the wildling invasion? They just have no time to care. "In fact, he shouldn't go north. The Storm Land is at a critical period.

"So I need you to fight for me." He said solemnly.

"Free men fight only for those they believe in," Mance replied.

Cole shrugged, "I'm just cooperating with you. Now you are my prisoner, and I can control your life and death. This is also an opportunity I give you. I believe you are a smart man. Now you don't have to pay any price." The opportunity to cross the Great Wall is right in front of you, and the choice is your business.

I don’t know if the free people in the land beyond the wall value their families. I heard that your wives were all snatched away. I hope you can think carefully about your wives and children. If you choose to die, I will They put it back in the north, but you can figure out what happens next. "

He stood up and walked towards Castle Black.

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"I am Prince Aemon the Dragonknight!" Jon shouted.

"I am Florian the Fool!" or "I am the Young Dragon!" Robb shouted back to him.

One morning he was the first to boast, "I am the Lord of Winterfell!" He had called this hundreds of times in the past. Only this time, just this time, Robb replied, "You cannot be Lord of Winterfell. You are a bastard, my lord mother said, and you will never have Winterfell."

That was the memory of him and Robb, and one of Jon's tears fell on the parchment.

It turns out that I'm not even Stark's illegitimate son.

He finally understood why his "father" never told him the truth.

"How do you feel?" Jon heard the maester's weak voice. "There is no need to be too sad, my son."

Jon wiped the tears from his eyes, even though he knew Maester Aemon couldn't see them.

"Maester, is this true?" he asked hoarsely.

"You have to learn to accept reality, Jon. There is no resurrection from the dead." The maester obviously didn't understand what he was asking.

"My mother is Lyanna Stark?" This is an unfamiliar name. He has seen the statue of this "aunt" in the tomb. She lived with Duke Rickard and Brandon Stark. One room.

Traditionally only the King in the North and the Duke of Winterfell have enjoyed the honor of sculpted portraits.

He said again mechanically, "My father is Rhaegar Targaryen." This made him feel extremely sad.

Maester Aemon was silent for a long time before he said, "We have the same bloodline, son. When we swore to join the Night's Watch, we gave up our past identities and could no longer interfere in the disputes of the Seven Kingdoms."

"He has been protecting me." Jon sobbed.

The maester touched his forehead, "Duke Eddard was a man of honor. He fought to defend the kingdom. This is the most glorious way for a warrior to die, my son. People will sing his praises like Aemon the Dragon Knight. You Should be proud of him.”

Dong dong dong~

There was a knock on the door.

"Grandpa Eamonn!"

He pushed open the door and entered, the armor on his body making a scraping sound.

Cole held a candle in his hand, and the dim light allowed him to see the situation in the room clearly. Lying on the hospital bed was a young man in black, with a tear-stained face, black curly hair, and an untrimmed beard covering the corners of his lips.

"Little Cole." Aemon called softly.

He turned his attention to the thin and old figure, Aemon Targaryen.

Maester Aemon was much smaller than he remembered, with a shrunken body and an old academic robe.

Cole walked up to him and shouted again with a trembling tone, "Grandpa Eamonn, I'm back."

The bachelor stretched his hand up tremblingly, only touching his breastplate. Cole lowered his head, and the bachelor's thin hand touched his face, "A lot of things must have happened, little Cole."

"I've been to many places. The south is much more comfortable than the north, Grandpa Bachelor." He said pretending to be relaxed.

Maester Aemon shook his head. "Your face tells me you are tired, my boy."

"Jon", Cole turned around hurriedly, "I am deeply sorry about Duke Stark."

Cole found Jon looking at him blankly.

"Is your injury okay?" Cole asked with concern.