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

Grand Maester Aemon's statement was soon recognized by many people. After all, Lyon had brought back an unknown amount of huge sum of money from Braavos, which led to half of the world's merchants gathering at Eastwatch Wharf regardless of the cold wind. The bustle was no less than that of King's Landing.

The world lacks everything, but the only thing it lacks is mercenaries who are willing to work for money in war. Even some Night Watchmen are considering hiring those mercenary groups.

The Golden Group? The world's number one mercenary group, the Second Sons Group, a noble group composed of the second sons and illegitimate sons of the family, has good combat power. Even the Windblown Group, which they have had some connections with, is not out of the question...

"Mercenary? No, I won't do such a thing."

Leon shook his head, then patted his hood.

A small black head suddenly appeared on his neck.

Leon reached out and grabbed the kitten-sized Balerion, then gently placed him on the map on the table.

Immediately, many night watchmen's brains froze after seeing this creature, as if they were hallucinating.

"This! This is..."

"Cut!"

"Am I dazzled? What am I seeing?"

Except for Grand Maester Aemon, every member of the Night's Watch present saw Balerion's true appearance, but they couldn't help rubbing their eyes to confirm whether they were seeing an illusion.

"Sam, tell me, what did Commander Lyon bring us?"

"Reporting to Grand Maester Aemon, the dragon... a young dragon, it... is completely black..."

Sam swallowed hard and whispered softly in Grand Maester Aemon's ear, as if he was afraid of alarming this giant creature!

Balerion had been hiding in Lyon's hood for a long time, feeling suffocated. When he finally poked his head out, many unfamiliar faces suddenly appeared in front of him.

It immediately put on a ferocious look, intending to breathe out blazing dragon flames at the group of people.

However, at this moment, it felt Leon's fatherly gaze, which stopped its impulse and it had to close its mouth in disappointment.

"dragon?"

Grand Maester Aemon frowned and stretched out his hand forward.

Among the strangers, Balerion only found a hint of familiarity in Grand Maester Aemon. When he saw Aemon extend his hand, he immediately jumped onto the back of his hand.

Grand Maester Aemon weighed Balerion, then touched the scales of the young dragon, thought for a moment, and then said:

"The bones of this dragon are unusually large. I have seen the bones of some young dragons that died prematurely in the Dragon Crypt of the Red Keep in King's Landing, but none of them can be compared to this one. This dragon will surely grow into an unparalleled giant in the future."

"Does he have a name yet? Commander-in-Chief Lyon?"

"Balerion, for he is all black, and I can think of no better name for him than the Black Death."

"Yes, Lord Commander Lyon, the name is fitting, but do you know how old Balerion was when Aegon the Conqueror rode him?"

"I am not aware of that, Grand Maester Aemon."

"As long as dragons are given enough food and freedom, they will continue to grow. Balerion witnessed the catastrophe of Valyria, but he was still young at that time. It was not until he grew up a hundred years later and his wings were strong enough to cover the sky that Aegon the Conqueror launched the war of conquest."

"Balerion is still too young. You must give this dragon at least twenty years to grow before you can fulfill your wish."

Grand Maester Aemon spread his hands helplessly, and Balerion slid from his palm onto the table. After thinking for a moment, it returned to Lyon's hood.

Although Lyon's hood is not roomy, it is warm and comfortable.

"Then if you add this, will it work?"

As Leon spoke, he raised his hand and slapped his Liuxing bow onto the table.

"what is this?"

Including Grand Maester Aemon, at least half of the Night's Watch present had never seen Liu Xing show his power. Could it be that a small bow was more powerful than a dragon?

Benjen Stark, one of the few Night's Watchmen who had witnessed the might of Ryusei in its heyday, smiled and said:

"With this bow in hand, Commander-in-Chief Lyon will be invincible."

In response to Benyan's statement, the Night's Watch leaders openly believed that this bow referred to the Night's Watch's powerful long-range firepower unit.

The name "Night's Watch Realm Defenders" was originally given by Lyon.

Moreover, each of the defenders had served under Lyon, the then head coach, when they were new recruits, so they could be said to be Lyon's direct troops.

As for the combat effectiveness of this unit, every Night Watchman present could not deny its strength.

"But we are too few in number. Even if every man of the Night's Watch can fight five men at once, there are still at least 400,000 fully armed lords' private soldiers in the Seven Kingdoms. If we declare that we want to restore peace to the Seven Kingdoms, I'm afraid such a declaration will only be regarded as a joke before we can show enough deterrence."

Chief craftsman Osel's face was solemn. He didn't know where Ben Yang got the confidence to trust Lyon.

"Yes. I suggest that we gather our strength for the time being before the dragon grows up, and start recruiting a group of mercenaries from Essos. Our current task is to resolve the disputes in the North and even the Seven Kingdoms through negotiations."

Another high-ranking member of the Night's Watch still believed that a group of mercenaries should be recruited to strengthen the power of the Night's Watch.

"In my hometown, Asketa, there is a group of mercenaries called the Unsullied. They are fearless of pain and fearless of death. Perhaps we can..."

Spesium thought about it and couldn't help but make a suggestion.

"Slave soldiers? I think we should forget it. The Seven Kingdoms have abolished slavery long ago. Once we bring the Unsullied to Westeros, we will be attacked by all the Seven Kingdoms."

As soon as Spiesium finished speaking, someone objected.

Lyon kept a mysterious smile on his face as he listened to his subordinates expressing their opinions in a disorganized manner.

Although these Night Watchmen unanimously agreed with their decision and remained loyal, their abilities and vision were there after all.

They did not doubt the ambition that Leon had made, but they believed that it would be impossible to achieve it before the dragon grew up, so they began to argue and shirk responsibility as the nobles often did. Everyone had good ideas, but it was absolutely impossible for them to follow Ben Yang south.

Then Davos couldn't stand it anymore. In a rage, he slammed the table and stood up, making a loud noise, which immediately silenced the noisy night watchmen.

"How can we run the Night's Watch with a bunch of bugs like you?"

Davos said nothing on the surface, but he was secretly complaining in his heart.

"Commander-in-Chief Lyon, your ideal of restoring peace to the people of the Seven Kingdoms is great, but it cannot be achieved by just having a discussion here."

After saying this, Davos turned and was about to leave.

Lyon suddenly spoke up to keep him:

"Please wait a moment. I have something else to discuss with you."

Davos asked:

"Lord Leon, do you have anything else to tell me?"

Leon stood up, a relaxed smile on his face, and replied:

"I just suddenly changed my mind and decided to go to Winterfell in person to mediate."

"What if they don't give you face?"

A night watchman couldn't help but ask.

"Then I will make Stannis and Roose Bolton an offer they can't refuse."