Chapter 69 Leg Injury

The two figures walked away from each other, and Cole decided to help the Duke of Winterfell.

"Sir, where are you from?" Stark looked at him for a long time but couldn't tell whether Cole was an ancestor? Or a Rhoynar? Or the Andals?

This silver hair reminded him of Rhaegar. The man Robert had hated his whole life, even though he had killed Rhaegar with his own hands on the banks of the Trident, a place that was later called the Ruby Ford.

Now Robert was dead too, leaving him a mess, and he had made a mess.

Varys asked Arya to take him out of the secret prison. The father and daughter encountered a storm not far after setting sail on the sea. However, the gods still favored them. The storm pushed them back to the coast, but they were still in the king's territory. Category wandering.

"I was raised by the Night's Watch." Cole recalled the Great Wall, wondering what had become of the maester, and the boy Vagina. "Your son Jon Snow and I have a good relationship. We had a pleasant experience on the Great Wall, but I never swore to join the Night's Watch. I happened to want to visit the south, so I said goodbye to them and went to The south is coming."

Speaking of Snow, Ed felt guilty in his heart. Yes, that child had never even seen the scenery in the south, so he cruelly asked him to go to the Great Wall to be with the ice and snow.

"Jon, is he okay?"

Cole thought of the stubborn boy and couldn't help laughing, "Jon, he didn't accept the Night's Watch at first. He felt that he was cheated. The Great Wall is not a place of honor at all, and the Night's Watch are not all his uncles." Men of heroic honour, such as Bunyan, were but a bunch of thieves, rapists, horse thieves and thieves.

"And he seemed to have provoked Ser Alliser Thorne, the leader of the Night's Watch, and was assigned to patrol the Great Wall every day. I went with him several times. The wind and snow on the Great Wall when patrolling at night were as sharp as a knife."

Having said this, Cole saw the guilt in Ed's melancholy eyes deepen.

"But I've never seen him cry. I've seen people older than him cry on the Wall, but Jon didn't. He has always behaved well, and he is the most powerful among the recruits. Those Children who are older than him are no match for him, but he never strikes lightly or harshly. "

They walked from the hall corridor to the front yard. Cole continued, "Now he is the steward of Mr. Bear. Oh, sorry, Mr. Bear is our name for Lord Commander Mormont. The Lord Commander is preparing to take Joan En was trained as a successor.”

Of course, this was after Cole left. But he knew, he knew, oh oh oh. Ahem, ahem, that bad boy Patch Face has led him astray.

Suddenly Ed's steps became chaotic. He seemed to have lost his fulcrum and fell to one side with Cole, but fortunately, Cole held his arm firmly.

Ed hissed in pain, and Cole saw that his face was pale and dripping with sweat, and he was ready to put him down first.

"Father!" Suddenly a voice rang. Arya, dressed in clean clothes, rushed over, "What did you do to my father?"

Like a snarling little wolf, she pushed Cole with her hand, but she staggered back two steps instead. She angrily pulled out the thin sword 'Sewing Needle' from her waist.

Ed Stark gritted his teeth in pain, but he still squeezed out a voice, "Arya, what are you doing? Put away your sword quickly."

"Little sister, I don't mean any harm." Cole explained to her. "Before you stab me with that embroidery needle, I think it would be best if your father went to see the maester."

"It's not an embroidery needle, it's a sewing needle." she said loudly.

Cole just smiled and then slowly put Ed down, "Sewing needle is an interesting name. I once had a sword. I called it 'Winter Night'. How do you think it's domineering?"

As if she could see that Cole really meant no harm, Arya just curled her lips and said, "It sounds terrible, not as good as Robb's 'Grey Wind'."

"Hey, little sister. Do you know that Gray Wind is the name of the wolf?"

"My name is not little sister, my name is Arya, Arya Stark."

"Okay, Arya. Then please come and help your father." Cole turned to Ed, "Lord Stark, if you can't walk, let me carry you. Please don't mind. You can think of me as Jon, if it makes you feel better."

Ed Stark was sweating profusely, but he still said bravely: "I can go."

"Let me find a load." Cole put him down and walked into the castle.

Arya helped her father straighten his legs so that he could feel better. This was not the first time this happened. Compared to the first time when she was helpless and worried and shed tears, Arya already knew how to take good care of him.

When his legs were straightened, Ed's expression became a little better.

"Father, I just heard him say Jon? Is it our Jon?"

"Jon Snow, he is my number one brother on the Great Wall." Cole came out of the castle with a few people.

"Impossible!" She instantly looked like a lion with explosive fur.

After carrying Ed Stark on the load, he sent it to Bachelor Pylos. This bachelor was obviously not very old, but he was as serious as a sixty-year-old man.

"Ser Julius, Lord Stark." He greeted politely.

"Maester, I must trouble you to help me look at the injury on my leg." Ed said to him.

"I am very happy to serve you, Your Majesty Duke, but I have to cut these bindings first."

"Lord Stark, please take good care of your injuries. I will retreat first." Cole resigned to him.

Ed's leg injury is not optimistic. It was crushed and broken in the first place, and it has not received good treatment. Now the situation is even worse. Palos speculates that the bone has been displaced and grown in a twisted direction.

Pylos immobilized him with a plaster and gave him poppy milk to drink. Let him have a good rest and remind him not to get out of bed.

Cole went to the city wall for a tour. When he came down, he happened to see Count Velaryon. Cole wanted to say hello, but the count just glanced at him and left silently.

Cole choked back his greeting. He seems to have some understanding of Davos's situation. It seems that these noble-born guys are very repulsive to them.

Davos is already a fiefdom knight. Although it is only a small fortress and fiefdom in Cape Wrath, he is already grateful enough. He is the most loyal knight to Stannis and believes that everything he gets is a favor from Stannis. The Onion Knight had never thought of joining the aristocratic circle of his generation. He left his hope to his son and grandson.

As he thought about it, Cole realized how confused he was. He wandered aimlessly in Westeros, and he once thought about squeezing into the circle of nobles and becoming an evil medieval lord. And when he was in the Riverlands, he was almost within reach.

Unexpectedly, the unexpected came before the reward, just like after finally paying off the car loan and house loan, the body collapsed. This is really sad, but good and bad come together. Although he did not join the ranks of the nobility, God still gave him a dragon in return.

If we look at the trajectory of Westeros's family history, he will next get a fief and a castle, and then go to great lengths to marry a noble daughter with a nobler bloodline to make his bloodline look less humble. When he has a son, he will send his son to serve as a servant to the noble men, and if he has a daughter, he will send him to climb the lap of the nobles. Some may even feel shamed for marrying his daughter.

The aristocratic circle in Westeros is a network linked by blood. If you want a castle or expand your territory, you should marry and then slowly assimilate, instead of robbing. Of course, the Ironborn are excluded, but even for the Ironborn, the ancient path they pursue is not to attack cities and land, but to steal money and women, and collect tolls as pirates.

Even the dragon-riding Aegon the Conqueror unified the six kingdoms, but he still had to follow the rules of Westeros if he wanted to maintain governance. Even in the end, Dorne surrendered to Targaryen and had to rely on the marriage strategy to complete it.

Cole shook his head. The troubled times are still here to stay, and what he has gained now may all come to naught in the future.

Dragon, only dragon is his greatest capital. Even if he can't survive in Westeros, he can still ride a dragon to the other side of the Narrow Sea. As long as there are dragons, he won't survive too badly no matter where he is.

But can Stannis win this battle? He knew that Renly would be stabbed to death by the red-robed witch Melisandre not long after, and then Stannis would gather an army of wallflowers and rush to King's Landing with great force. In the end, "the dwarf burned the torch, pitifully scorching the earth."

Of course, King's Landing would eventually win the battle at the Blackwater River. Although Tyrion had merit, what really tipped the scales was the arrival of Tywin with his army, and Highgarden also succumbed to the Lannister camp.

The trajectory ahead is now like a fog, and Cole no longer dares to speak nonsense. No one knows where history will ultimately go.

It turns out that Stannis was isolated and helpless because of his own evil reasons. It was strange that he was undefeated. Cole was wondering why these guys with high military talent had such brains.

The Rose family had no choice but to turn to the Lion camp. Stannis would never forgive them again like Robert did.

Thinking about it this way, Robert was actually an extremely smart man. At least he is not as naive as Renly, who treats war as a child's play, nor is he as stubborn as Stannis, who believes that the world is black and white.

Cole returned to his tower, where Camilo was wiping the armor, a look of fervor in his eyes.

"You don't have to wipe it every day."

"Sir, if the armor is not maintained, it will rust easily." Camilo explained.

"It's so beautiful." Camilo gently touched the lines on the breastplate. "It's both beautiful and strong. This is definitely the work of a master."

"Would you like to lend me something to wear?" Cole said.

A flash of emotion flashed across Camilo's face, but it soon turned into fear, "No, no, Lord Cole. Only you are worthy of such good armor."

"You seem to like armor?" Cole hung the sword on the wall. Well, it seemed like he scared the kid with the sword.