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

It was late at night, but candles were still lit in the Maester's Tower where Grand Maester Aemon was staying.

Under the dim candlelight, the two apprentices' handsome faces were enough to scare the bravest savage to death.

Fortunately, at this time, Leon was lying on Grand Maester Aemon's bed with his eyes closed, sleeping soundly without any image, so the two brothers could not see the honor.

During the day, when the two brothers were carrying Leon to the Bachelor's Tower, they happened to pass by the recruits' mess. The cook Jenny asked curiously: What kind of savage is this pig-headed man? One of the apprentices answered truthfully: This is Leon.

Then, Jenny, who had been fascinated by Leon's handsome face and fighting skills, immediately gave up this ridiculous idea.

I don’t know if Leon will feel sad when he wakes up and finds out.

But judging from the heartless look of Leon who just slept soundly after being knocked unconscious, it seems that he doesn't care at all that there is one less lady who loves him in the world.

"I say, Chette, how did the flesh on this guy's face grow? It was swollen like a pig in the daytime, but how come it was completely healed at night? Did Grand Maester Aemon apply some unknown precious medicine to him?"

"Who knows? The Grand Maester won't let us interfere with Leon's treatment. Maybe you can go look for him at night when the Grand Maester is asleep?"

"You are so stupid, Chette. Leon was beaten so ugly during the day that even Jenny didn't want to look at him. Don't you want to get this magical wound medicine that can heal ugliness?"

"Oh! I see. I'll go with you to look for the bottles when the Grand Secretary falls asleep. I know where they are."

The two men whispered in front of Lyon, blatantly planning something that could be considered a betrayal of Grand Maester Aemon.

I don’t know if these two guys are extremely stupid or just don’t know their place.

But in the end, Leon, who was lying on the bed, did not respond in any way except for the sound of his breathing.

Leon had a dream that night, and he kept dreaming, and it was a dream in which Leon was very clear-minded.

When Lyon walked in an endless forest under the bright moonlight, the obscure road ahead seemed to have no end.

There seemed to be clear human faces carved on the trees on both sides of the road and even on all the trees as far as the eye could see. Except for the fact that Leon was startled at the beginning of the dream, he had gradually become familiar with these faces growing on the trees.

Even the brave and careful Leon reached out and touched the texture of the human face on one of the trees. It felt no different from the wood grain on ordinary trees.

Suddenly, Leon felt a chill running down his bones, as if some creature was staring at him from behind.

So, Leon turned his head without fear.

An even more horrifying scene appeared. All the faces on the sacred fish-beam trees that Leon could see turned towards Leon.

Even the eyes of the people on the trees, which were originally closed, opened wide and looked at Leon. At the same time, two lines of blood and tears appeared on the faces of the people on the trees.

At the end of the bloody and tearful face, a tall figure whose appearance could not be seen clearly was walking towards Leon.

"escape!"

This thought suddenly popped up in Lyon's mind.

Even the faces on the surrounding weirwood trees all made the same shape as "escape".

But this time, Leon did not choose to turn back rashly, nor did he choose to run away, because Leon was still conscious and was in his dream.

He saw that Leon did not seem to be like most people who would be frightened to the ground or turn around and run away.

The figure seemed to become interested and quickened his pace.

At this time, Leon could see that the figure had a pair of extremely bright blue eyes, as if two extremely precious sapphires were embedded in its eye sockets.

Getting closer, thirty steps, twenty steps, ten steps...

In the end, the White Walker stopped less than a meter in front of Leon.

Even in his dreams, Leon could personally feel the chill emanating from the White Walkers.

It was different from the bone-deep coldness one felt on the Great Wall.

The severe cold emanating from the White Walkers almost froze Leon's soul.

"Human, when you saw me, why didn't you run away?"

The voice of the White Walker is extremely cold, and every syllable uttered from its mouth seems to have been compressed by ice, with a sense of distortion similar to that of an electric microphone.

Perhaps it was the first time in eight thousand years that the White Walker had seen such a brave ordinary person. There should not have been any expression on his face, which seemed to be made of ice, but at this moment, a very curious look evolved very vividly.

"A Song of Ice and Fire. I have seen the ice in it before."

Leon's answer sounded more like a soliloquy, leaving the White Walker in front of him confused.

Then Leon raised his head and looked at the White Walker in front of him carefully from head to toe with the eyes of a curious baby.

Similarly, the White Walker looked at Lyon curiously for a moment, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

"After waking up, leave the Wall and come to the north. Go straight to the first road you see. If there is no road, follow the guidance of the North Star. Eventually you will come to the Thenn Mountains, and I will wait for you in Thern City." The White Walker's tone is ups and downs, full of the charm of the times. Even the most knowledgeable bard may not be able to imitate its tone.

Then the White Walker continued: "Be my servant. You have a qualified body. I will allow you to keep a part of your humble soul to distinguish you from those beast-like wights. When winter comes, this is a supreme honor that millions of people can hardly compete for. You will live forever with me."

The White Walker's face returned to expressionlessness, but Leon could read pride in its eyes.

"Mortal, have you thought it over?" Seeing that Leon did not immediately agree, either happily or nervously, the White Walker did not urge him. After all, patience is a virtue that the long-lived White Walkers do not lack.

"Oh, you are so arrogant. It's more like you are the boss saying this. As a younger brother, you should act like a younger brother."

Lyon spat at the White Walker with contempt. If it weren't for the damn realistic dream that made Lyon's mouth dry from the cold, the thick phlegm would have covered the face of the White Walker in front of him.

Although he couldn't understand most of the words Lyon said, the White Walker could read the contempt and disdain in Lyon's eyes.

The White Walker was furious on the spot. Just as he was about to take a step back and raise the long sword behind his back, he was kicked on the breastplate by Leon with great force.

Although the White Walker in front of him had been working day and night in the Land of Eternal Winter for eight thousand years and had already developed extremely terrifying strength, he still stumbled and fell to the ground after being kicked by Leon unexpectedly.

"Fuck you, you dare to act like a big shot in my dream? You're asking for a beating!"

After Leon finished speaking, he flew like a crow to the chest armor of the White Walker, and his fists as big as sandbags fell on the White Walker's face like raindrops.

This combination of small bursts of skills left the White Walker with a lot of questions in his head, but he had no time to think. All he could do now was to use his arms to protect his head and let Leon vent his anger.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Ola Ola Ola!"