Chapter 4 Picked up the sword

Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

Chapter 4 Picked up the sword

"Actually, I'm a good blower, and my father once praised me for it." Weggie whispered to Cole in the kitchen.

He nodded in approval. No one is worthless, and hardworking people deserve respect. So Cole comforted him and said, "They are just joking, you don't have to worry about it."

Seeing that Cole didn't care, Weggie smiled honestly. He cared more about the opinion of Cole, his only friend. He was afraid that Cole would alienate him because of those words.

"By the way, I noticed that your strength seems to have increased." Wei Ji thought of something and suddenly said.

Cole was stunned for a moment, and he shook his hand. It seemed that it was indeed different from what he remembered. He had been subjectively brought into the identity of the previous life, and some things were naturally ignored, just like he had moved many times today.

In the past, he and Weggie had to rely on two people to make soup buckets.

Groups of night watchmen came and went. During the day, they were always busy. At night, everyone except the brothers on duty would gather in the hall, chatting, bragging, and playing dominoes in groups.

By noon, almost all the night watchmen had eaten their first meal. Cole and Virgie began to eat, pork and wheat cakes with broth. If the brothers who went hunting one day brought back a big game, they would also add some meat.

meal, but don’t think about it today.

Cole cooked Maester Aemon's porridge and brought it to him. His help was not needed at dinner, for the brothers of the Night's Watch were more willing to drink cider with their meals at night.

Maester Aemon would also come to the hall to eat with everyone in the evening, but he ate very little. He listened more to the people of the night watch sharing their stories. The night life of the night watch was not necessarily boring. He lit the candles in the hall.

Fire, some people can sing, some people can share what they see and hear.

After all, this is a group of people from all over the world.

Guys from the south will share with extreme exaggeration their spring-like wilderness all year round, as well as their strong knightly culture and beautiful aristocratic ladies.

Naturally, the boy in the West wanted to talk about the Lannister family. After all, it was rumored that the shit pooped out by Lord Tywin Lannister, the guardian of the West, was gold. However, the dwarf denied it, but he still joked: "

The bucket of shit is gold."

For a moment, the brothers of the Night's Watch laughed at the humorous little dwarf, but Tyrion Lannister just raised his glass and shrugged.

After delivering meals to Maester Aemon, Cole went around the martial arts field as usual. It was training time in the morning, and many night watchmen were sweating in the open space. However, in this freezing weather, as long as there was a little water stain,

It will freeze quickly.

He saw Snow, who was fighting with two children who were taller than him. The swords clanked on the armor. Even though he was not tall, he made the two people scream. Their fighting

It looked extremely intense and seemed to be ruthless.

A kid named Hodder hit Snow in the ribs with a sword. Cole saw the painful expression on his face, but he quickly changed back to his aloof face as soon as he gritted his teeth.

Hodder and the other child were even more uncomfortable. Once they hit Snow, they would be injured several times. If the blade had not been opened, they would have died countless times.

There is a training ground for children, but the adults here are in harmony. You and I are all doing one move at a time. Someone saw Cole and shouted hello to him to go down and try his hand.

In the past, he would refuse, because going down would just make these bastards laugh.

He walked down the spiral staircase, but today he wanted to try it. He knew very well how important martial arts was in this world. Dragon-slaying skills can be used, but they cannot be done without. Oh, by the way, there are real dragons in this world.

"Oh, our little ranger is down." Someone said in a flirtatious tone.

This is not malicious in the Night Watch, but is a daily joke among everyone.

"Give me a sword." Cole said to the trainer.

Without thinking, he handed over the sword in his hand. Some people were already looking forward to tonight's new show. Maybe 'Pozo' would dance imitating Cole's sword swing.

Weighing the weight of the sword in his hand, it was very light. It felt like it was made of plastic, but it did feel like steel. Thinking of the powerlessness in holding the sword in his memory, and then looking at the light sword in his hand, he

Something extraordinary has indeed happened to my body.

"Hey, little Ranger, why don't you hit the stakes?" someone urged.

Cole nodded, walked to the wooden stake, held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, felt the friction from the fur on the hilt, and waved hard.

With a bang, the wooden pile was split into two.

The brothers in black were all wide-eyed, even more surprised than when they saw the woman. They couldn't help but wonder if the person in front of them was still the little clerk who cooked delicious food.

"Oh, the Seven Gods. This kid won't be betrayed by the White Walkers, right?"

Cole himself looked at the wooden stake in front of him in shock, how strong he was.

The night watchman who handed Cole the sword came up and grabbed his shoulders, "I didn't expect you to hide so much."

There was a hint of embarrassment on his face, but he was actually a little surprised.

"Maybe you can go over there and train with Coach Alliser and the others, but you have to return the sword to me first." He pointed to the children.

"Thank you." Cole handed the sword back.

He patted Cole's chest and said, "Night watchman, thank you very much. Remember to get a few more pieces of my broth."

Seeing Cole walking towards the corner where Snow and the others were training, the night watchman who borrowed the sword shrugged, "It seems the fun is over."

"You insidious boy, since you asked Cole to add meat to you. Come on, I want to challenge you."

"Hey, who made you react so slowly? I won't be afraid, you guys will come together."

For a moment, the martial arts arena was filled with curses, but Cole, the culprit, had quietly walked over to the recruits.

Jon Snow naturally noticed the movement over there. He looked at Cole's weak body and didn't expect it to be so powerful. He thought to himself, 'No wonder they call him the Little Ranger.'

Speaking of Ranger Snow, he thought of his uncle 'Benjen Stark', who was the chief ranger of the Night's Watch. But there has been no news from him for a long time, and some people said that he was dead.

Snow was very worried.

"Little ranger, this is no place for a cook." Ser Alliser was still so venomous.

"I want to train with them." Cole stated his purpose directly.

"The Commander has the final say. I remember you are not even a Night Watchman. But if you can beat our Lord Snow, maybe I will go to the Commander myself to explain." Alliser

Cole looked at him provocatively, as if to say, "Do you dare?"

Like Cole's nickname of "Little Ranger", "Lord Snow" is the title given to Jon Snow by Ser Alliser, which he hates deeply.

Cole picked up the sword. He also wanted to see how different he was from those who had been trained. He held the sword downward and saluted Snow with a fist, "Please advise, Jon Snow."

"Hey, it seems that our little ranger is still a polite person, but your head has been cut off on the battlefield. Maybe you can exchange it for a glass of wine." Alliser Thorne laughed.

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Chapter completed!