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

The next day, the "hard-working" Hood brought a wooden washbasin to Lyon as soon as he woke up. The basin was filled with clean, warm water without any additives, and a soft, white sheepskin towel was hung on the edge of the basin.

Looking at Hod's bruised face, Leon was a little confused. He was still a new soldier, so when did he have an orderly? He didn't even know about it?

"Lord Leon, please get up and wipe off the sweat. Did you sleep well last night?"

Hood served in front of Lyon's window with a fawning look on his face, the expression on his bruised and swollen face was disgusting.

However, Lyon just frowned and did not reject Hood's kindness.

After seeing Leon wash his face, the new recruits hurriedly offered their gifts as if they were presenting a treasure.

Some were cloth armor that had been washed clean and tailored to fit them, some were long swords carefully selected from the armory, and as for Lyon's original embroidered sword, it was taken out for sharpening by someone early in the morning. Others were only served with an apple, or a piece of meat that had been in their arms for who knows how long and smelled of sweat when they took it out.

However, Leon did not refuse, but put them all on his bed.

"You have something to ask of me?"

"Look at what you said, this is what we should do."

"You don't want to tell me, right? I'll see what happens."

"No...no, Lord Lyon. We have another test today. I hope you can show mercy. After all, joining the Night's Watch is our lifelong dream. We don't want to be defeated by you and forced by Ser Alliser to clean toilets for the rest of our lives."

Hood was anxious, and the other new recruits who had fought with Leon yesterday were almost kneeling down to beg him.

“When they attacked you yesterday, they were clearly aiming to kill you.” Seeing that Leon’s attitude was unclear, Eddie spoke up, “Duckling Singing stabbed you twice on the back, the one on your shoulder was stabbed by Toad, and the wound on your leg was caused by a sissy poking you with a long hair…”

Eddie knew all about Lyon's injuries, and the Night Watch recruits who were called out were all trembling with fear.

If it weren't for the fact that Lyon showed mercy to them yesterday and didn't kill them but just defeated them, they would have probably scattered like birds and beasts without caring about their oaths.

After hearing Eddie's remarks which were like adding insult to injury, they all regretted it so much that they wished their parents had grown two more legs so they could run away faster.

"I said, I'll see what happens."

Leon picked up a clean and plump-looking apple on the bed and took a big bite.

Seeing Leon's unfriendly expression, Hood and others didn't dare to say anything more and had to leave tremblingly.

After they left, Jon smiled and came to Lyon's bed and sat down. He also picked up an apple and slowly ate it. He said, "Speaking of which, this is the first time I've seen a southerner as good at fighting as you. Your fighting style is also very different from the elegant fighting style of ordinary southerners..."

After Jon said this, he paused, as if wondering who Lyon's fighting style resembled.

"Barbarian, I heard that among the hundreds of thousands of barbarians living north of the Wall, there is a blue-skinned tribe called Berserkers. It is said that when the barbarians of that tribe fight, they all do not dodge or avoid the swords and knives that come at them, just like Leon, and just attack like crazy. It is said that only when the warriors of their tribe die so bravely in battle can they return to their god's Hall of Valor after death and enjoy eternal happiness."

This was a myth sung by a bard that Eddie had heard from somewhere. After he spoke it out loud, everyone present nodded in agreement.

"Hey, do you think Lyon's skin is blue?" Jon asked with a look of disbelief on his face, stiffening his neck.

At this moment, Eddie seemed to be possessed by a bard, shaking his head and retorting, "Maybe his father didn't allow Leon to paint his skin blue before he left."

Listening to the two people's increasingly outrageous speculations, Leon had to interrupt them quickly.

Otherwise, Eddie might have added some outrageous background and lineage to Leon.

After having breakfast in the cafeteria, today's cook Jenny seemed to have heard about Leon's good appetite, so his bowl was filled with large pieces of dark, original wild boar meat, which caused a protest from the recruits.

Completely ignoring the flirtatious glances from the cook Jenny, Lyon finished his meal and came to the parade ground surrounded by a group of people.

I don’t know when this endless assessment of new recruits will end.

Perhaps this kind of assessment will only end when Ser Alliser Thorne can finally gather a group of half-decent recruits and hand them over to Old Bear.

Alliser Thorne seemed too lazy to waste any more words today. Seeing his most hated Lyon and Jon rushing to the parade ground with a group of people in a menacing manner, he thought about it for a long time and finally couldn't say a word.

"Fight ten adults. You don't have to participate in the assessment today. If you don't have other tasks, you can go to the sentry tower to see if there is anything you can help with."

After seeing Leon also put on a set of armor and came out of the armory, Elisha Thorne couldn't help it in the end.

"Sir, I volunteer to take part in the test. You can see that I have changed into my equipment."

Seeing that Alliser Thorne dared to make things difficult for him, Lyon immediately responded in a strange voice.

This remark obviously opened the eyes of many recruits. It was the first time that Ser Alliser, who was always serious and rigid and loved to give people nicknames, was criticized on the training ground, which made many people secretly clap their hands and feel relieved.

"you!"

Alisa Thorne was immediately furious and wanted to step forward and teach Lyon a lesson, to prove that Lyon had only defeated a few ugly guys yesterday and there was nothing to brag about.

But just as he took a step, he saw Leon, who was fully armored, decisively draw his brand new sword, and Alisha Thorne hesitated for some unknown reason.

Only then did he remember that with Lyon's reckless style of play yesterday, in which they exchanged injuries for injuries, there was no way he could easily win against Lyon.

Alliser Thorne's face was uncertain. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly snorted coldly: "Hmph, fighting ten adults, I think ordinary recruits will not satisfy your appetite, so I specially invited a team of rangers without any missions. Do you think they are worthy of being your opponent?"

After he finished speaking, a large cloud of thick dust suddenly rose up in a corner of the huge parade ground, and the sound of horses neighing and people talking was extremely lively.

More than a hundred strong rangers walked out of the smoke and dust. The mixed smell of dust and murderous intent on each of these rangers made the Night's Watch recruits who had not experienced blood and fire tremble with fear.

Leading the group was a capable night watchman who was about forty or fifty years old. Behind him was his service officer, who was holding a large black cloth flag made of jujube wood. There was only a human hand painted on the flag, but the several shocking wounds on the center of the palm were quite eye-catching.

"That's the banner of the Halfhand family. The leader is Colin Halfhand. It's said that he used his right hand to block the wildlings' axes in a fight, and was chopped off, leaving only his index finger and thumb. But he used his left hand to practice swordplay again, and eventually became stronger than his original hand. He is recognized by everyone as the best ranger."

At this time, you can't count on 'Jon who knows nothing' to help Leon solve his doubts. To be honest, Eddie is still the most reliable. If he hadn't stood behind Leon and explained things to him in a low voice, Leon would probably have to fight with the group of rangers in front of him in a confused manner.