When you enter the city gate, the first thing you see is a street made of bluestone. The street is not too wide, but it is crowded with people on both sides. The merchants put a layer of thick oil cloth on the ground, and there are a wide range of goods on it. On both sides are shops built with piles of stones, and everything is sold.

Zhang Xinyi walked around and came to a iron shop. In the severe cold weather, the white-bearded man wearing only a thin coat in front of the shop was forging with an iron hammer. Mars were splashing everywhere, and sweat dripping slowly dripped down his shiny muscles.

Feeling that a guest was coming, the blacksmith glanced at Zhang Xinyi and said in a muffled voice: "Everything is inside, I'll take it over if I like you."

Zhang Xinyi walked into the shop and the huge stone house was filled with all kinds of weapons. All kinds of weapons from the Cold Weapon Age were silent here, emitting a cold and hard and cold light.

These weapons include daggers, scimitars, short swords, double-handed swords, spears, shackles, battle axes, tower shields, and even a silver-shiny knight armor stands upright in the corner.

But for a moment, Zhang Xinyi walked out of the store, holding a long-handled sword in his hand.

Seeing Zhang Xinyi easily lifting the sword that needed to be held with both hands effortlessly, the blacksmith couldn't help but look at Zhang Xinyi seriously, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with a cloth, and suddenly said: "The long-handed sword, this sword can be used with one hand or both hands. It can both prick like a knight's sword, and slash and slash like a two-handed sword. It can play a role in both hands and shields. It is the favorite of mercenaries."

"Very good, how much is it?" Zhang Xinyi asked with a sword in hand.

"A golden dragon." The blacksmith replied.

Before coming, Zhang Xinyi had learned that a golden dragon is equivalent to 210 silver deer, and a silver deer can be exchanged for a pile of corn. At the same time, a simple but complete steel armor with oil, a throat protection and a helmet would cost 800 silver deer, and only four golden dragons.

This is ridiculously expensive!

"Give me a reason for this price." Zhang Xinyi narrowed his eyes and asked.

The blacksmith raised his eyes, as if he had expected this question to be asked, and raised his hand and a black shadow flew across the air.

Silver light flashed, and when it landed again, the black shadow had been flat and split into two halves, which was a piece of iron shirt that was often used as the inner core of the shield.

"Good sword." Zhang Xinyi closed the sword and observed, and there was no sign of damage to the blade.

"I want it." A golden dragon was thrown away.

The blacksmith nodded and walked into the house again. When he came out, he held a scabbard and leather strap in his hand, "It's yours."

"Thank you." Zhang Xinyi nodded and turned around and left.

...

A month later, a lush forest west of Winterfell.

The sound of howling sword wind came from the forest.

Straight stab, back slash, flat slash, left slash, bottom slash, top slam, and top slam, six movements are used like flowing water. It is hard to imagine that this is a move used by someone who has never been exposed to any cold weapons a month ago.

A sword was stabbed out, and a prompt sound immediately came from my mind, "The action deviation is 4%, qualified."

As one move was made one by one, prompts kept coming from my mind.

"The action deviation value is 5%, qualified."

"The action deviation value is 2%, qualified."

"The action deviation value is 7%, which is unqualified. It is recommended to move down by 5 cm."

Zhang Xinyi showed a smile on his face, and the heavy sword in his right hand shook his wrist and shifted upward at a slight angle, correcting the angle.

Time passed by bit by bit, and finally, as the sunset was about to set in the west, a system prompt sound came from my ears.

"Drip... the qualified person's basic swordsmanship has advanced to the elite level, increasing strength 0.3, agility 0.2, physical strength 0.3. The current basic values ​​are strength 2.4, agility 2.5, physical strength 2.2, and mental 1.3."

This is the second time this month that the physical attributes have been increased. When the basic swordsmanship is advanced to the control level, it also brings him the attribute bonus of strength 0.2, agility 0.1, and physical strength 0.1.

The effect brought by the change is obvious. The sword body passes through the air like lightning, and the sound of breaking through the air suddenly changes. The sharp blade cuts through the air and makes an inaudible sound, faster and more concealed. This means that Zhang Xinyi's grasp of swordsmanship has entered a new stage.

With a "swoosh", a slight sound passed through the air. The sword body pierced into a tree ahead at an astonishing speed, passing through the body, and the sword body slashed across, and the tree was directly interrupted into two sections.

At this time, the sound of the crowd talking came not far away. Zhang Xinyi put his sword in the sheath, and even looked at the broken tree trunks, slowly walking towards the direction where the crowd came.

"Alia, if you run around like this, I won't take you out next time without telling it from my mother." A slightly helpless voice shouted, and the owner who listened to the voice was a young and strong man.

But his words were completely useless. A girl with dark brown hair ran happily in front of her, carefree like a deer in the forest.

When passing by Zhang Xinyi, the girl looked at his sword curiously and suddenly made a face at him.

Zhang Xinyi smiled at the girl and nodded gently when he crossed the three young men and a thin boy following the girl, and said, "Good afternoon, everyone."

"Good afternoon." Jon was stunned for a moment and immediately responded.

Zhang Xinyi waved his hand and disappeared behind a big tree.

Robb narrowed his blue eyes and suddenly said, "That person gives me a strange feeling."

"What does it feel like? Robb." Suddenly a small black head stuck out from behind Jon.

It was Arya, she ran back at some point.

"Alia, you shouldn't be too far away from us." Jon grinned, stretched out his hand to twiddle the girl's hair, and didn't care if the girl knocked her out of her palm.

"I only feel the same breath in Sir Rodlick," Robb said solemnly.

Sir Rodlick is a Winterfell teacher and master of swordsmanship, teaching him and Jon and Theon Greyjoy swordsmanship.

The little Bran also wanted to show his presence and asked, "Are you saying he a master of swordsmanship?"

"The one who can lift the sword with one hand is not a mediocre person." Jon spoke with a calm look on his face. He felt a faint sense of oppression when the man passed by.

"It's just a civilian, maybe I won't see him again in the future." Theon Greyjoy said disdainfully, as if he wanted to end this boring topic as soon as possible.

"Hey, that tree was still fine some time ago?" Arya suddenly pointed ahead and asked.

A thick tree trunk was crossed in front of five people, and it was cut in half from it.

Jon checked the cross section of the tree and said with a serious expression: "It was cut off by a sword, and only one sword was used."

"Is it him..." Robb murmured.

On the other side, Zhang Xinyi showed a thoughtful look. After watching TV, he naturally recognized the children of the Stark family just now.

"The Stark family, the plot is about to begin this period of time, and it is time to intervene in this Game of Thrones."

...

The northern border has always been the coldest place in Westeros continent since ancient times. Even on the sunny days, the cold wind is so cold that it can freeze people's noses. The most popular place in Winterfell is the tavern.

Think about it, in the cold and cold weather, sitting next to the fire roasted by firewood, drinking a glass of Northland specialty spirits, listening to the drinkers around him telling meat and vegetables, or immersing in the epic stories of bards stirring life, that is a supreme enjoyment.

Therefore, most men in the North are alcoholics, and even women can take a sip.

On another ordinary evening, when Zhang Xinyi walked into the tavern, the tavern was already crowded with all kinds of people from the seven countries.

Among them are mercenaries who travel around the world and lick blood from the knife, greedy and cunning merchants throughout the seven countries, honest farmers, disabled retired soldiers, strong muscle blacksmiths, and villagers living nearby. Of course, there are even more places like this, thieves and killers, and the group of guys who work hard for the golden dragon.

The knights and nobles would not come to such lowly places. The ones they went most were the nobles decorated luxurious castles, showing their muscles and bravery in the eyes of the nobles.

"Good evening, Zoro." During this period, fat hotel owner Jim has become very familiar with this regular visitor who comes to drink every night.

"Good evening Jim, a glass of ale, thank you." Zhang Xinyi, who was named Zoro Merco, placed the sword on the table specially left for him, and a silver deer popped up, which happened to land on the bar.

The drinker next to him glanced at the man, as ordinary as thousands of mercenaries on the mainland, and then continued to chat indifferently.

Since the weather is cold this year, the harvest in the fields is not as good as in previous years, they talked about the scandal of the noble knight and mistress **, from a thief who should have cut his hands to the Great Wall as a night watchman, and mentioned that several savages recently attacked the villagers and were arrested and executed. Finally, they talked about His Majesty the King's debauchery and His Majesty's sudden south visit to Winterfell.

"Have you heard that Bran from Stark's family fell from the tower and is still unconscious." At this time, a small man suddenly said with a secret expression, attracting everyone's attention.

When Zhang Xinyi heard this, he immediately felt a little moved.

"Oh! I heard from my sister who is a chef in the castle. The Seven Gods bless you, and you will be safe and sound." A woman with a southern appearance said devoutly.

"Hey, the Seven Gods will not bless us northern people, it should be blessed by the Old Gods." A soldier with muscles sipped off the strong wine in his glass and said indifferently, "But we should be wary of it. Lord Bran fell and injured shortly after King Robert came to Winter City. I dare say it must have been done by the Lannister family. They have always been disagreement with the Stark family..."

"The lion in the west has never wanted Stark to become the Prime Minister. Maybe doing this on purpose makes Stark worry about his youngest son's injuries and the despicable Lannister family." Another drunkard with a big nose interrupted loudly.

"We cannot interfere with the affairs of the nobles, but Lord Stark is a fair and kind lord. Let us give our beloved Lord Stark a cup!"

"To Lord Stark!"

"Wish Little Bran to recover soon!"
Chapter completed!