The lobby of the hotel is long, but the ventilation is very good, so I don’t feel stuffy. When Zhao Mai walked into the house, it was not time for dinner, and only a few farmers resting and chatting in a cup of ale. They looked up and looked up and down: there were no metal armor and long swords, no family patterns, only a large cloak and black leather breastplate, either a mercenary, or a solo killer or a robber.

"Dinner time is coming soon, you can roast the fire first." Martha started chewing tobacco again, her cheeks bulging, supporting the muscles on her face. "It's a pity that there is no room anymore, so if you want to change clothes, you can only go to the kitchen or storage room."

"There is no need for a room, I won't spend the night here." Zhao Mai stretched hard, and the muscles instilled with natural force made a creaking sound, which surprised Martha Hyde. She did not dare to treat Zhao Mai as an ordinary businessman or servant anymore, but divided him into "some dangerous characters."

"By the way, the dog is not allowed to come in. There is no rain under the eaves outside the door, so it cannot be wet." Martha quickly explained: "This is the rules here, and even the nobles will abide by it."

"The guest will follow the host." Zhao Mai raised his hand and pointed, obediently over the reserved grain, lay down, put his head on the overlapping front paws, and stared at the rain outside in a daze. "I'll let you pick it first when the duck comes." Zhao Mai said to it, then closed the door of the hotel.

The people inside observed him, and he was also observing the place. The rectangular hall was stacked with large wooden wine barrels in a single wall, and the other wall was a stove. The guy from the hall was wiping the table and taking advantage of the breaks of work to look at the barbecue skewers, flipped it or applied some oil on it as needed. The sound of chatting and laughing came from the stairs, and the unique sound of boots stepping on the wooden board. Zhao Mai took two steps quickly and grabbed the position close to the stove. He took off the cloak and put it aside. The heat came, and the wet clothes on his body emitted white steam, making him look like clouds and mist.

After a while, the benches were full and dinner time was up. The villagers, farmers and fishermen on the Sancha River (actually the three rivers of Red Fork, Blue Fork and Green Fork) sat side by side with tourists of different origins, and there was no gap. There seemed to be no nobles present, so no one needed to pay attention to it. Comfort was the most important thing.

Of course, not all workers here, many of them were carrying swords, and several even bought full-body chain armor. Three swordsmen with red horse badges were also squeezed by the stove, as if they had a special liking for the heat here. They looked up at Zhao Mai and noticed the fog rising from his wet clothes, so they just snorted and did not drive him away. If they did this, they would have a domineering and unreasonable impression in the eyes of others, which was not a good thing.

The iron boots pressed on the wooden stairs and made a thumping sound. A group of people wearing blue steel ring armor and silver-gray cloaks on their shoulders walked down. Finally, there was a herald of emblems that Zhao Mai knew! The double tower logo representing the Frey family in Twin City was on their shoulders. Frey of the Twin Towers belonged to the Big Fish of the Twin Towers, but his lord, Vad Frey, was dissatisfied with the Twin Towers, and had been with the Lannister family of the lion flag for a long time.

After the ducks in the reserved grain were roasted, they exuded an attractive aroma. Zhao Mai took the reserved grain as agreed, leaving only one duck leg. The boss's wife Martha prepared him a plate of fried fish fillets with beans, two pieces of broccoli as embellishments, and an apple. When he came back, there was no seat next to the stove. The guy with the red horse badge spread his arms and occupied the place that originally belonged to Zhao Mai.

So he found a seat on another table and sat with a few guys who looked like caravan guards. These people took the initiative to clean up the table and gave him a place.

"Ride in the rain? Young people are so prone to illness." A mercenary wearing a faded blue cloak with a mustache on his lips said to him: "I recommend you drink some of the strong liquor here, brewed with barley. It is quite energetic and it is best to remove dampness."

"Ah, thank you." Zhao Mai thought for a while and shouted to Martha: "Boss, give us one serving of the spirits brewed by barley!"

The bearded mercenary gave him a thumbs up: "Good boy, you will always have good luck. My name is Bolon, I hope you will serve you."

It turns out you are Bolon? A quick, clever and very realistic free knight. Zhao Mai turned his head and carefully looked at the guys around him. At this moment, an old man with a white beard and round belly supported a woman down from the second floor and sat in a seat near the window. The woman's eyes were full of sadness, and she looked at the gradually stopped rain outside and was quietly enlightened.

The white-bearded old man was very alert and stared at Zhao Mai, and a silent warning shot out from his eyes. Zhao Mai sighed lightly. Because he was familiar with the original materials and calculated the time, he had already guessed the identities of these two people. The sad woman was Caitlin Stark, the wife of the lord of the Northland Ned Stark, and the eldest daughter of the lord of the city of Benliu City. Her union with Ned was a political marriage, but after marriage, the couple had a very harmonious relationship and had three sons and two daughters. Now her two

The daughter followed their father to King's Landing City. Her second son was pushed off the tower and was seriously injured. She had been unconscious before, but she finally woke up recently, but she couldn't remember who pushed him down. If these were just setbacks in life, then an assassin assassinating her unconscious son exceeded her ability to bear it. Like a frightened female wolf, she was desperate to protect her cub. The current Caitlin Stark has accumulated anger and sorrow and may erupt like a volcano at any time.

This right and wrong had nothing to do with him. Zhao Mai thought about it. His purpose was to go north across the Great Wall of Desperateness and go deep into the wasteland to find the three-eyed crow to learn the art. The right and wrong among the nobles were interesting from the perspective of bystanders, but it was completely different when mixed in it, and it often turned into bitter and boring torment.

It only takes a moment to make an important event that affects the entire national situation in this hotel: the mistress of the Stark family, the Lord of the North, arrested the second son of the Lannister family, who guarded the West, causing the two families to go from secret struggle to open disputes. The long sword was unsheathed and the crossbow was skewed, and there was no room for anything to turn around.

Zhao Mai was about to get up and see his dog, and avoid the storm. At this moment, a handsome young man suddenly sat down opposite him, fiddling with a wooden harp in his hand. "Good man, the seven gods bless you." He raised his eyebrows at Zhao Mai, his eyes scattered and discharged electricity. An empty wine glass rolled out from his cuffs for some reason and stood quietly on the table: "Can I let me sing a song for your enthusiasm and generosity?"

This is the previous minstrel, and his words attracted many people's attention. If you walk out at this time, it would appear very abrupt. Zhao Mai looked at it and the dinner in front of him was almost unmoved and he didn't drink wine. It was obvious that he could not explain when he walked at this time. The white-bearded Sir Rodlick had noticed him. He was the kind of cautious and alert person, and Zhao Mai couldn't think of what kind of reaction he would make.
Chapter completed!