I have a Mount and Blade panel and I kill people in the Game of Thrones

It was already afternoon when Leon came out of the Black Iron Castle Clinic.

As Grand Maester Aemon had observed earlier, even though Leon was covered in blood, anyone else would have died five or six times.

But apart from some minor scratches and bruises, there was no other wound on Lyon's body.

The unconvinced apprentice even used scissors to cut open Leon's bloodstained underwear, trying to find a wound.

The only wound that was still bleeding seemed to have its own consciousness. Countless tentacle-like sprouts grew from the wound in an unclear place, holding the wound tightly from both sides. Even the blood that flowed out was absorbed by Leon's skin.

The apprentice had never heard of such a situation before, and he could not help but shout loudly for Grand Maester Aemon to come and take a look:

"Grandmaster, do you think it is necessary to sew it in this situation?"

Grand Maester Aemon, who was setting and bandaging the bones of other Night's Watch recruits lying in the infirmary, looked up when he heard this. He had just finished treating the wound of the last recruit and happened to be planning to diagnose Leon's injuries.

Aemon was the most outstanding scholar in the Citadel at that time, otherwise he would not have come to the most glorious legion of mankind. His medical knowledge was as good as anyone else in the world.

But even when he placed his palm on the gentle wound on Leon's back, he was speechless for a while.

He could feel from his palm that there was a slight vibration in Leon's muscles. When he raised his palm again, the wound that was originally tens of centimeters long had healed to half its length. The healing speed was like a slide that was fast-forwarded hundreds of times.

Aemon glanced at the apprentice beside him who was so shocked that he was speechless. Perhaps in the apprentice's view, the speed at which Lyon's wounds healed was even more terrifying than the fact that he could defeat ten Night's Watch recruits by himself.

"Apply medicine and bandage him. Also, Leon." After stopping the apprentice with the most serious look in his life, Aemon said to Leon.

Lyon, who was now naked and felt a chill on his back, subconsciously asked, "What's wrong? Grand Maester Aemon?"

"From today on, your injuries and any injuries you will suffer in the future can only be treated by me alone. You are not allowed to rely on others to treat you."

Grand Maester Aemon is the one who has the final say in Black Iron Castle except for the commander-in-chief. At this time, he spoke in a commanding tone, making people feel no resistance at all.

After Lyon changed into the cleanest black cloth and walked out of the clinic.

The apprentice who was full of questions finally couldn't hold back any longer and carefully sought confirmation from his most trusted mentor.

"Grand Maester Aemon, I have read all the medical books, and I have only seen this kind of recovery ability in the legendary dragons whose flesh and blood are made of blood and fire. Could it be that Leon is a deformed dragon with a human body?"

Upon hearing this, Grand Maester Aemon gave the apprentice a critical blow on the head without hesitation.

"What nonsense! Gods be above! Miracle-makers occasionally appear in this world because they have a mission... Leon is not a dragon, and I will not allow you to spread this slander!"

Seeing that the apprentice was still planning to argue about "devils, heretics" and other increasingly nonsensical words, Grand Maester Aemon quickly raised his hand and delivered another critical hit, which made the apprentice quiet down for a while.

When he walked out of the dimly lit clinic, he saw many night watchmen standing at the door, as well as civilians who were looking up to the hero.

At the front was Jon, whose injury was not serious and whose arm was already bandaged and slinged, as well as his friend Eddie, and a few brothers of the Night's Watch who were not very familiar with him, but whose faces were filled with uncontrollable joy as if they had seen a hero.

And the little devil who finally managed to bravely squeeze out from among the countless hairy legs in the crowd.

The little devil came to the front of the people, raised his head, and the first thing he asked was: "Leon, are you still in pain?"

At that moment, a trace of guilt suddenly surged across Jon's happy face. Leon was so badly injured because of him that he even forgot to care whether he was in pain or not. Instead, he wanted to ask if it felt good to defeat so many people.

The guilt brought about by the little devil's words made Jon no longer have the confidence to face his good brother Leon, so he stood there silently and gradually disappeared in the crowd.

"Sigh~"

Only then did Leon take a deep breath of cold air as he realized what was happening. The wounds on his body symbolically caused a little pain reaction in his nerves, but that was all.

"If there's nothing wrong with my nerves, I shouldn't be in pain now." After a brief breath, Leon looked down at the little devil in front of him with a relaxed expression.

Then the little devil ignored the greetings from the people around him, and took Leon away from the crowd with his short legs.

Even Leon was unable to react for a moment, and had to let the little devil with some natural brute force drag him to a secluded place.

"Mr. Little Devil, what do you want from me?" Lyon swore that if any other dwarf dared to treat him like this, he would beat the other person until his face turned red.

But because it was the little devil, one of the absolute protagonists who had presented a positive image throughout the eight seasons, Leon temporarily tolerated his offense.

"I heard that you are just a new recruit of the Night's Watch and have not yet had the chance to take the oath?"

Arriving at a secluded place, the little devil looked around to make sure there was no one around, and the first question he asked made Leon frown.

"Yes, but with my performance today, I will be one soon."

"You are different from Jon or even others. You have great potential and should not be wasted here. The Night's Watch is not a glorious place to be. You will only rot and stink day by day if you stay here."