Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

Outside the black linen shirt, there is a leather armor with threads worn around it. It looks a bit narrow and short, exposing a large part of the waist and abdomen. It looks like a vest. Behind the wolfskin gloves is an iron wrist guard, but

There is only one.

Such nondescript clothing can often be seen on the Kingdom Avenue. They are just a group of wandering knights. He is riding a tall war horse. Although the clothes do not look very good, as long as he knows horses, he will be able to see them.

It can be seen at a glance that this stallion has no trace of plowing in the field.

The person who came was none other than Cole, riding his horse along the King's Road.

He was still wearing the same cook's robe, but he wore simple leather armor and two swords to make him look more like a knight.

These equipments were sent by two thieves, and of course Cole was kind enough to send him to meet the gods.

Ahead is the Neck, and the humidity has suddenly increased a lot. You can already feel a bit of summer here. Once you cross the Neck, you have left the northern border.

Now that the sky has darkened, he should first find a place to rest for the night. Maybe the land near the swamp is more fertile. There are farmlands everywhere here, and it is easy to find villages.

Cole lightly lifted the reins and controlled the horse to walk slowly. The villagers seemed not to be surprised by the wandering knights. Cole dismounted and knocked on a door at random. The owner of the house looked unkind and shouted loudly: "

We don’t accept guests here, please go away.”

Then he walked to the next house. Although the owner was a little kinder, he still refused to stay overnight. Cole was already used to it these days.

The person who opened the third door was a farm girl. She looked at Cole first and said, "What's the matter? Sir."

"I wonder if I can stay overnight. I can pay for it."

At this time, a man's voice in the room shouted, "Laurie, who is outside?"

The girl answered into the room, "It's a gentleman knight."

A thin man walked out from the shadows. He had a flat chin and sharp eyes. He was dressed in gray linen clothes. He had no shoes. The clothes were also poor. He used a hemp rope as a belt. When he walked, his whole leg was outside the clothes.

Thick black hair, even in certain parts, will be missed.

"Oh, I wonder what this gentleman knight does?" He raised his head and could see Cole's face.

"He hopes to stay at our house." The girl named Laurie answered for him. "He said he can pay."

"Pay? We can let you stay overnight, but it will cost you 10 coppers a night." The man opened his mouth and asked for a price.

Cole nodded and took out 10 copper cents from his horse, "This is my room fee, please."

The man saw him taking out the money without crinkling his eyes, and thought to himself, "This man is quite generous."

His attitude became enthusiastic, and then he asked the girl to clean up a place for Cole. Although it was just a sheepskin spread on a pile of straw, it was better to rest under the eaves for a night than to blow in the wind in the wild.

Cole tied the horse outside the door, and just as the girl came out holding the baby, Cole asked her: "Madam, I don't know where I can find some good fodder here."

Hearing Cole calling her, Laurie paused and seemed a little scared. Then the man came out again and said, "Sir, if you are willing to pay 3 more copper coins, then I will definitely take care of your horse."

Cole thought for a while and gave him the copper plate. Theon tied a bag of silver deer coins to his horse. He didn't need to take much along the way. Three copper plates could save him a lot of trouble.

"Take good care of my horse, or you will understand that my sword is not vegetarian." Cole threatened. Although he was willing to pay, he was not taken advantage of. He did not want this man to feed his horse some mess.

Eight things.

The man nodded and bowed, "Don't worry, sir. I'll ask the bitch at home to find good horse feed for your horse. Her father used to raise horses for noble masters."

"What are you still looking at? If you starve to death, Sir Knight, I will beat you to death." The man kicked the girl, and she stumbled a few steps with her eyes closed, and the baby in her arms began to cry loudly.

"I have to take care of the kids, Lance."

"This damn bastard should be fed to wolves, so that he won't die if left at home." He cursed angrily.

Cole frowned. He couldn't stand a guy who beats a woman, but he didn't feel comfortable opening his mouth when he thought it was someone else's family matter.

The girl lowered her head silently and took the child back to the room.

"Don't worry, my lord, your horse will still be full of energy even if it takes all the mares from the Seven Kingdoms tomorrow." He said to please him.

The girl put the child among a pile of rags, and then comforted her softly, "Don't cry, don't cry, mommy will be back soon."

She turned around and saw Cole walking in. She couldn't help but tremble, then hurriedly grabbed a broken sickle and hurried out the door.

Cole touched his nose. Is he so scary?

There were only Cole and the squealing baby in the house. After the man drove Laurie to cut grass, there was no trace of him.

Cole sat on a pile of straw to rest and took out a book. It seemed that Tyrion had lent it to him, but the little devil walked so fast that he seemed to have forgotten that the book was still with him.

"Legendary Kingsguard Duncan"

This kind of biography is indeed a good choice to pass the time. He gradually became fascinated, and suddenly a cry pulled him back from the world of knights.

The child was crying and he stood up instinctively.

The baby in the pile of cloth was waving its thin little hands, its face was red, and its little feet were kicking.

He looked inside and outside the room, but saw no one.

After thinking about it, he picked up the child, lightly and lightly, like he was hugging a piece of cloth. The child seemed to be more stable in his arms, but he was still crying.

"Are you hungry? Where can I find food for him?"

Cole hugged the child and coaxed him. To be honest, he would rather fight with someone than coax the baby coquettishly.

With a bang, the door was pushed open, and the child's mother, Laurie, came back. She looked at Cole, suddenly rushed up, and snatched the baby back under Cole's shocked eyes.

Then he shrank back warily and looked at Cole angrily.

"I just want to coax him, he must be hungry." Cole felt like he was dealing with a mountain lion at this time.

The girl was stunned for a moment, and then she turned into that soft and soft woman. She lowered her head in fear and whispered, "I'm sorry, Lord Knight."

Cole smiled and said, "You are a good mother. The gods will bless you mother and son."

"Thank you, my lord."

Cole walked back to his seat and continued to read his book. He took out some dried meat as a snack and ate it. Maybe because of his great strength, he often felt hungry.

After Laurie fed the child, she went out to feed the horse. When she came back, she saw the knight eating and couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

The man came back very late, and Cole lay half asleep among the hay.

"Lauri, damn it. You stinky cousin, open the door for your man." There was a loud knock on the wooden door.

Cole got up and stepped forward. The mother and son had already fallen asleep. He opened the door, and the smell of alcohol entered his nose. Lance rushed in and bumped directly into Cole. It felt like he hit a steel plate.

He raised his head in confusion, shook his head, and seemed to remember something, "It turns out to be the Lord Knight, hahaha, you really should go have a drink with me, I can buy you a glass of ale."

Cole made way for him, and Laurie was also awakened at this time. She stood up and came over to meet him. The man pulled her to the front, and then said to Cole with a mouth full of alcohol: "Sir, you only need 10 copper coins.

I will let her serve you for one night."

"Lance, what are you talking about?" The girl was frightened and wanted to break away.

With a snap, the man's palm hit the girl's face. Even under the dim light of the moonlit night, you can see the bright red handprints. "Smelly cousin, I don't know who you served that bastard to give birth to. Go and get it."

Sir Knight, I am happy to serve you, and I am waiting for the drink money."

He was about to slap him again, but Cole held his arm tightly, and he felt as if he was being held firmly by an iron vise.

"Stop it, I don't need anyone's help." Cole's words were full of chill, and those who are familiar with him should know that he is full of anger.

"Sir, it's hard to find a woman like this. Are you sure you don't want to give her a try? It only costs 10 copper coins." He seemed to be selling a product.

Cole looked into the girl's frightened eyes. He finally understood why she was so scared when she saw him. He looked at a girl who was only slightly older than him. At this age, she should be living under the bright sunshine.

For a moment, a sentence from a knight's biography flashed through his mind: "This man protects the weak, as every true knight should do."

These words were the voice of dawn when the legendary Ser Duncan the Tall of the Kingsguard was at his most desperate. At that time, he was not yet a famous knight in the Seven Kingdoms, but just a fledgling brat who beat up the royal family for justice.

Because he rescued a female puppeteer who was molested by the royal children, he was forced to conduct a trial of seven sons. This is the same as the trial by combat that Cole said in Winterfell. It is a method of trial decided by combat.

His enemy was the Kingdom's prestigious Kingsguard who were sworn to protect the royal family, and he couldn't even get six people to help him.

It was at this desperate moment that Prince Baelor came riding a black horse, riding through the morning mist, wearing a roaring dragon helmet, and said these ordinary words.

This battle took away the life of Prince Baelor. Just like the knight, he stood on the side of the weak and the side of justice.

You must know his identity: the first heir to the kingdom and the crown prince of the Targaryen family.

At this moment, Cole's eyes flashed with murderous intent. Although he could not reach the realm of Prince Baelor, as he said, his sword should protect the weak. Faced with this kind of scum, he really couldn't find any reason to excuse him.

.

Suddenly his hand that drew the sword was grabbed by someone, it was the girl, tears flashed in her eyes, "Sir, I am willing to serve you, please don't kill my husband."

Cole's soul suddenly paused, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

After sighing, he slammed the man to one side, then walked into the house, picked up his baggage, and untied the reins. He glanced at the room in confusion, and then rode away.

The howling wind caused waves in his heart. It turned out that the justice he thought of was just the justice of dreams. He was like a noble son, with an innocent heart, yearning for those so-called knight stories, but the reality was not

Extremely cold. If he kills that man, what will happen to the girl?

He brushed off his clothes and left, thinking that he had done a just thing. In the cold winter, how could the girl and her child survive without a man to support the house.

The gentle world in his previous life took good care of him, and the stories Maester Aemon taught him gave him too much hope for this world.

Sure enough, the eagle will understand the meaning of the storm only after leaving the nest.

Winterfell made him understand his status, and the peasant girl made him understand the world.

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