Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 140 139. The silver-haired problem

The moment Aaliya walked out, the fight was destined to end.

The person behind the incident is the noble Arya Stark.

Who would want to attack her friend, the butcher's son, in front of this person?

The prince's orders are the prince's orders, but she is also the daughter of the Duke of the North.

Why do they, soldiers and foodies, join in this kind of conflict between people of noble blood?

What if I have to kill Mikay and this young lady stands directly in front of me? Are you going to be violent?

It really felt like he couldn't die quickly enough.

Who would have thought that if the daughter of the Duke of the North was injured, the matter would be less serious than if the prince was injured?

So Lan En put his sword back into its sheath with a chuckle, while the six people on the other side put their swords back in embarrassment.

Everyone knew that they couldn't cut anyone present even if they drew their swords, so holding the swords would really make them feel awkward.

"Come with us, Miss Stark. Your Majesty and your relatives are very anxious."

The Hound Knight lifted the opening and closing parts of his helmet, revealing a severely burned face, and looked at Aaliya as he spoke calmly.

Although his tone was still scary enough, Lan En felt that this should be his most gentle state.

Arya was followed by Nymeria. She tugged on the edge of Lan En's armor and stubbornly looked at the Hound Knight and nodded.

Then the group of people followed the light of the fire and came to a quite large camp.

The butchers, carpenters, and cooks accompanying the army were all busy in the camp, while the well-equipped knights and warriors were patrolling and guarding around the camp.

In the dark night, it was hard to tell how many people there were in the entire camp.

Lan En looked at all this with a sense of novelty.

According to Aria, this should be the motorcade in which the king took the Duke of the North to the capital to take office as prime minister.

Fleets of this size are rare.

On the way, Arya whispered to Lann that the hound knight was named Sandor Clegane and was the prince's guard.

Sandor led three people and one wolf all the way to the largest tent in the middle of the camp.

When you think about it, you know that this is the king's tent.

Nymeria was led to a horse tethering post, and had a collar around her neck, next to another direwolf who was obviously much quieter.

That should be Sister Aria's wolf, named 'Lady'.

Walking to the door, a man with brown hair and gray eyes like Aaliya came out quickly.

"dad!"

Alia yelled happily and rushed over.

He has a cold temperament like frozen soil and rock, and he looks like a person who grew up in a harsh environment.

But the moment this man saw Aaliya, the glacier melted.

He first breathed a sigh of relief, then put on his anxious face and hugged Aaliya, who also ran towards him.

Alia had never been separated from her father for so long.

Her outpouring of emotion was easily sensed by her father, and the reprimand that came to her lips could not be uttered.

Eddard Stark, the Duke of the North is known for his silence, justice, and sternness. People call him the ‘Silent Wolf’.

He didn't know why his daughter looked like she had been away from home for a long time, but he instinctively knew that what Aaliya needed now was not reprimand, but relief.

"You shouldn't, it's okay. Aaliya, it will be fine when you come back."

Lan En looked at this scene calmly and happily.

That was why he wanted to send Alia home.

Lan En's appearance and his shawl hair that looked like molten silver were very eye-catching.

After Ed comforted his daughter, Aria pulled him to Lan En.

"This is Lan, Dad. He saved my life!"

The little girl said happily.

Ed smiled, looking carefully into the witcher's eyes as he thanked him.

"Thank you for taking care of my daughter, Lord Lan En. Soon, the king will make a judgment on this matter. Can I invite you to attend? Maybe your testimony will be needed then."

"This is the honor of meeting the king. I can't ask for more."

Lan En winked at the little girl and accepted it happily. This was something he discussed with Aaliya on the road.

Ed led Aria and Lan En, and a guard beside him supported Mikay, who was unable to walk, and the group was about to enter the huge tent.

But the Hound Knight stopped Lan En at the door who was about to go in.

"Take off your sword."

"Hey, I can see many people inside are wearing swords."

"You are different from those people. Your origin is unknown. Moreover," Sandor Clegane's severely burned face showed no expression at all and he lowered his voice. "I know how dangerous you are, boy."

Ed, who was walking ahead and had already entered the tent, heard the movement and turned around to speak for Lan En.

But before he could say anything, a furious roar came from the tent.

"Seven fucking hells! Let me in, hound! Just because of a sword? Do you think the men in this room who hold swords are all weaklings?!"

Lan En could see Sandor gritting his teeth vaguely, and then he stopped paying attention to Lan En and walked in.

This voice can command the Hound Knight at will. Its status must be higher than that of a prince, and its tone is that of a mature man. In other words, is it a king?

He really has a standard warrior-like fiery temper.

Lan En walked inside, and the king's residence was completely different even if it was a tent.

Flooring, decoration, and furniture are all available, and from the inside you can't even tell that the outside is just a layer of canvas.

Many people gathered here tonight because of the conflict between the king's son and the daughter of the Duke of the North.

As soon as Lan En came in, he saw a handsome guy with blond hair speaking aggrievedly to the fat man sitting on the only chair in the venue.

"I saw her being bullied, so I drew my sword to help her, but I didn't expect that she would bite me, father!"

Wow, is this rhetoric so vivid when it comes in?

If Lan En didn't know Aria's personality and character, he might have had to think for a few seconds before making a judgment.

Originally, the fat man sitting on the only stool was listening to his son's cry with obvious irritability and impatience.

He was the king who took the throne as a warrior, and his bravery in his youth was known to all the seven kingdoms.

Who would have thought that his son would be crying just because a wolf bit him on the wrist? It was so disgusting!

Even if you hammer the wolf to death on the spot, I will still laugh twice!

What kind of trash is it to be bitten and cried by an animal?

But this irritability and impatience cooled down the moment Lan En entered.

The fat man's eyes, narrowed into the flesh of his cheeks, were fixed on Lan En's silver hair, and at this moment, he shot out a terrifying murderous aura.

The whole room fell silent naturally.

The sobbing Joffrey even took a smack because of this and did not dare to say anything more.

"Ed, is this the person you brought?"

The Duke of the North seemed to have anticipated his reaction and spoke naturally.

"Robert, he has nothing to do with the Targaryens. Lann, come closer and let His Majesty see your eyes."

Alia, a local, was confused.

Instead, Lan En recalled Ed's gaze on his hair and pupils when they met just now.

Eyes, hair. It seems that the molten silver hair color and some special pupils are the physical characteristics of one of their hostile races?

Anyway, Lan En knew that he had no blood connection with this world.

And the cat eyes are obviously a safety feature.

So he approached the king with peace of mind.

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