Chapter 2 The Cook’s Dream

Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

Chapter 2 The Cook’s Dream

"That's enough." Ser Alliser Thorne's words cut through the air like a blade of Valyrian steel.

He was scolding a few young men who were fighting. As a coach on the Great Wall, he would do this whenever new people came. Cole didn't like his contemptuous tone. He felt that knights should abide by the humility in their creed, just like '

Like Baelor the Breaker of Spears, he is willing to fight for the weak.

This is not a question that a cook should think about, especially a cook on the Great Wall who is in desperate situation.

He was picked up from the King's Road by Maester Aemon on a cold winter night. I heard from Maester Aemon that at that time his face had been turned white by the cold and he could not even cry. Everyone thought that

He probably wouldn't survive that night, but who knew that his cries would wake up the entire night watchman brothers in the tower the next morning.

Commander-in-Chief Kogel also joked, "This guy has a loud voice and is a Ranger."

Who knew that this sentence was like a curse. The cold winter did not take away his life, but it took away his health. As long as he stood on the city wall, he was afraid that he would be blown away by the wind. His body was too thin.

He will never become a ranger.

At this time, the cold wind blew, making him shiver uncontrollably. He was already wrapped in a sheepskin coat, but no matter how many clothes he wore on the edge of the Great Wall, he could not stop the knife-like cold.

Seeing that he was staring at the martial arts arena in a daze again, the steward Clydas couldn't help shouting to him: "Hey, little ranger, Maester Aemon will starve if he continues to be dazed."

Cole came back to his senses and looked at him apologetically. Clydas was short, bald, with dark red eyes, hunched shoulders, a round face with almost no chin, and a sheepskin coat full of patches.

I'm not thin, but maybe my job as a clerk is more lucrative.

Cole does not hold a position in Castle Black because he has not joined the Night's Watch. His 15-year-old name day will be next year, and only then can he swear an oath to the gods to join the Black Army.

However, over the years, he has been following Maester Aemon, and he can be regarded as a small steward. Although he does not have the talent to become a ranger, Cole is good at cooking. At least he can roast meat even for the Commander-in-Chief.

They all boasted and praised.

The brothers in black are always amazed that he can find some weird things and then make extremely delicious food.

Cole himself was confused. He seemed to know these things innately. He once asked Maester Aemon in confusion, but what he got in exchange was the maester shaking his head and smiling. He told Cole that there were strange people and strange things in this world.

There are so many that even the books in the city cannot record them all.

Everyone on the night watch knew that Cole's cooking was the most delicious. So far, the most anticipated thing of the day for the brothers in black was to drink the broth he cooked. If anyone was assigned to be on duty at meal time, he would definitely

He would be depressed for a whole day, because he would probably only be able to eat a little rye bread and drink a bowl of vegetable soup that looked like cow urine that day.

Because there were hundreds of people, Cole was only responsible for the simplest tasks of making soup and cooking for Maester Aemon.

He and Clydas walked up the corridor. Maester Aemon was taken care of by him, Clydas, and Chett. Clydas was the maester's assistant, Cole was responsible for the maester's food, and Chett was feeding the night watchman.

Feeding crows.

The bachelor is already very old. He always likes children. Cole was raised by him. In recent years, his health has been deteriorating and he can no longer see. But his words are always full of wisdom. Black-clothed

The brothers were willing to listen to his guidance, just as Cole loved to listen to the Targaryen stories he told him as a child.

Opening the door, Maester Aemon's keen hearing quickly recognized Cole's footsteps, and he asked in a soft voice: "Is it little Cole?"

"It's me, Maester." Cole walked over and put the lunch box under the bed.

Maester Aemon reached over and rubbed Cole's hair. "You are not willing to call me Grandpa Aemon now. It seems they have taught you well."

In fact, a short dwarf came to him to ask for soup yesterday and revealed some words in the chat. Cole sympathized with the dwarf. Maybe they both had physical defects that made the two of them sympathize with each other. They said it was a 'little devil', but

Cole feels that Tyrion Lannister is a very knowledgeable man, although not as knowledgeable as Maester Aemon.

The little devil told him the eight dogmas of knights. Yes, Cole was a cook with a knight's dream. Although he couldn't even be a ranger, he longed to be an honorary knight, just like Sword of Dawn and '

Like Ser Barristan the Fearless.

He should understand honor and disgrace. Maester Aemon is a highly respected person in the Night's Watch. He should respect him and call him Maester.

In fact, when Cole called out the word 'maester', a trace of disappointment flashed across Maester Aemon's old face, but after thinking about it, he was quickly relieved.

"Lykdas." Maester Aemon called softly, and then asked: "Are there any letters delivered today?"

Lakedas shook his head. "Zit didn't send any letters."

Cole handed him a bowl of meat porridge. Maester Aemon had no teeth to chew. He took a spoon and drank it in small sips. He was not like the brothers of the Night's Watch at all, whether it was eating or drinking soup.

He swallowed it with his mouth open.

Perhaps age is a factor, but Cole prefers to believe that Maester Aemon is an honorable and well-educated nobleman.

Because nobles are associated with knights, Cole has an inexplicable fondness for nobles. Sometimes after listening to dirty jokes from a night watchman during the day, he would also dream at night that he was a knight somewhere.

A knight has captured the heart of a beautiful noble lady. But the next morning, he has to wash his trousers.

After the meal, Cole walked with Maester Aemon again. The maester would talk a lot, but Cole's soul had already flown to the martial arts arena, and he would always be filled with fascination when he heard the sound of swords.

In fact, Cole is also very tall, but he is too thin and weak.

The little dwarf Lannister also joked that he should be given some of his height.

Several new night watchmen just passed by them. They must have been scolded by Sir Thorne, the instructor just now. I heard that one of them is an illegitimate son of the Stark family, his name is Jon Snow, but he is very

He was so arrogant that Cole didn't dare to talk to him for a while.

Cole saw that Snow's face was a little gloomy, and he was obviously not in a good mood, while the remaining two people were limping around, indicating that they must have been injured.

That night, Cole, who was lying in the tower room, was still thinking about what Lannister had told him. Every time he heard a piece of information about the knights, he would record it in detail and engraved it on the wall of the tower defense.

At this time, the new scratches on the wall are: humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, mercy, spirit, honesty, justice

Tonight, the night sky of the entire Westeros continent was covered with dense clouds. A meteor streaked across the sky as if it had completely split the chaos, revealing the bright moonlight and bright stars. Even the most accomplished stargazers in the city could see it.

What is the meaning of this shooting star?
Chapter completed!