Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

He has a disproportionately big head, his eyes are also larger and smaller, and his facial features look a bit compact. His hair is the golden color of the Lannister family. He is wearing a black bear leather jacket. What is incompatible with the bear jacket is the dark red leather jacket underneath.

, gold lion buttons, and colorful carvings, wearing it on his body makes him feel like he is wearing a crown.

Tyrion Lannister, known as the "Little Devil", does not have the aristocratic demeanor. At least he can talk to a group of horse thieves and rapists.

Cole looked at this guy carefully. If there were people in the world that he admired more, there was this little dwarf. He had inherited the wisdom of the cunning Lannister family, but unfortunately the head of the family, Lord Tywin, chose to turn a blind eye.

In such a dangerous world, only smart people tend to survive longer.

"What? If you want to compete with me, then you have chosen the right person." Looking at Cole's eyes staring at him, Tyrion said jokingly.

"I dare not touch the Lannister people. I heard that their clan motto is 'Every debt must be paid'."

Tyrion shrugged: "If I die in a duel, maybe there will be a banquet in Casterly Rock. And my father will ask the king to canonize you as a knight, because you gave his most disliked son an honor.

Way to die." His tone was full of sarcasm.

As expected, the bad blood between father and son is very deep.

"Would you like a sip?" Tyrion handed over his wine bag. This guy was always drinking, but he was never stingy about sharing his wine.

Cole was naturally not polite. This was the wine "Summer Red" brought from the south. In the Great Wall, a place where you can only drink cider and beer, Summer Red was a treasure.

I took a deep sip, and it was a bit mellow and sweet. This kind of taste can only be brewed in the warm southern land and Dorne.

Wine tastes more like fruit juice, and the alcohol content is not high. No wonder Tyrion likes it so much.

"When are you leaving?" Cole asked, squatting beside the ladder.

"Maybe you will stay for a few more days. I heard from old Mormont that you seem to want to be a knight." He patted Cole's chest and felt that it hit the copper armor, making him very stiff. "But I think you want to be a knight."

Still more suitable to be a cook."

"I heard that you are not a night watchman. Maybe you can follow me to the south. No matter where you are, whether you are a knight or a cook, it will be better than this place where you will get sticks after peeing." Tyrion suggested.

Although Cole's cooking skills are indeed good, Tyrion, who is used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, is not too surprised. He invited Cole to travel south just to agree to an old man's request.

Heading south? Cole did think that it was too dangerous on the Great Wall. Others didn't believe in the White Walkers, but he believed it to the core. Everyone knew that the White Walkers were coming to attack the city, and they would ride one.

When the dragon comes, only a fool wants to stay here, but there is something here that he can't let go of.

Cole is fourteen this year, and Aemon is over a hundred years old. The time to repay Aemon is short. He is his only relative in this world. Although Cole is afraid of death, he is not an ungrateful person, even if he cannot repay the maester.

Because of his upbringing, Cole also had to take care of him in the last period of his life.

The word filial piety flows in the blood and spirit of every Chinese child.

"Maybe I will go to the south if I have the chance, but I'll forget it for now."

Seeing Cole's refusal, Tyrion didn't say anything more. He knew how to watch people's words and emotions, and Cole refused decisively. Talking more would be useless and would easily lead to evil.

"Then you are not going to join the Night's Watch?" he asked.

Cole shook his head, "This place doesn't belong to me."

"I think you are doing quite well here. Look at that bastard son of the Stark family. Oh, this kid is really as stubborn as his father."

"Glory and bravery. He is actually a very good warrior. I believe that the Night Watch with the same honor will accept him." Cole turned his attention to the martial arts arena.

"You have a high opinion of him. Do you want me to go and tell him, 'There is a cook who likes you very much. Maybe you won't be lonely at the Great Wall in the future.' Hahaha." He laughed.

He seemed to be very proud of his own joke, what a hateful little devil, but his pupils suddenly widened and he shouted: "Damn it, leave me a mouthful."

He grabbed the wine bag and protected it in his arms, as if it was some great treasure. Well, it was indeed a treasure. In fact, there was still a lot of wine, but Cole deliberately blocked the mouth to scare him, and then raised his head to drink.

"If you make such a joke to Snow, you are not afraid that his wolf will bite your head off."

At the mention of wolves, Tyrion couldn't help but wince. He was indeed a little afraid of the white direwolf. He was almost bitten to death on the way to the Great Wall.

"I believe that the bastard will take good care of his white wolf. In fact, I am more curious about how you did it than Jon Snow's direwolf?"

"What?" Cole was a little confused.

"It's just like today. When I first saw you, you looked a little frail. I just felt like you were a different person. You don't have a twin brother."

"You think too much Lannister."

The two chatted for a few more words. Cole looked at the direction of the sun. He should be cooking for the maester. He always ate in the hall with the night watchmen at night. Tyrion followed him to the kitchen, and then talked while

He was traveling all over the world, while secretly eating Cole's food.

By the time Cole moved the porridge to the hall, the place was already overcrowded with people, and people were shouting and drinking. Mormont was sitting on a high seat, beside him were Maester Aemon and Chief Steward Bowen Marsh.

Next up are Ser Alliser and several other notable Night's Watchmen.

Cole took Maester Aemon's porridge and sat down in his seat. Of course, Tyrion had to sit on the main seat. After all, as the queen's brother, his status was still very prominent in Westeros.

, worthy of the Night Watchman's attention.

Snow was still sitting alone in the corner, as he always was these days. No one came up to talk to him, and he seemed to be isolated. However, this did not affect Cole, who walked straight over with his food.

"Hey, do you mind if I sit here?" Cole asked him.

Snow, who was eating silently with his head down, raised his head and saw Cole who was competing with him during the day. He was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"This is my roasted rabbit. Do you want to try it? The boy from Virgina used things in exchange for it. He gave me some." Cole pushed the rabbit meat on the plate.

Snow hesitated for a while, then took a piece, and then saw Cole laughing.

How can a fourteen-year-old child have so much scheming? In fact, he is eager to blend in with his peers, but his childhood education has made him incompatible here.

"Actually, you won during the day." Snow said suddenly.
Chapter completed!