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

On the bed of Grand Maester Aemon, after applying some medicinal cream that he had found from somewhere, Chette saw that Leon's brows were furrowed and his eyelids were moving, as if he was showing signs of waking up, so he hurried forward to check.

Unexpectedly, when he just approached Leon, Leon's cheeks puffed up while he was immersed in his sleep, and the next moment a foul-smelling thick phlegm mixed with blood foam inevitably hit his face.

Not only did Qi Te, who was unable to dodge, get smeared in the face, but Leon suddenly jumped up from the bed with his eyes closed, and his sandbag-sized fists fell like raindrops on Qi Te's carefully maintained face.

"Ouch! Ouch! Stop it, sir! Stop it!"

After a while, Grand Maester Aemon, who heard the noise, came to the bedroom with the help of another apprentice, just in time to see Lyon beating Chette like a madman.

"Stop it, Leon!"

Grand Maester Aemon's cane, which he never left behind, pounded the ground with a loud bang. Even the fine wooden floor of the Maester's Tower could not withstand the old man's blow and shattered into powder.

It was this loud noise that completely woke Leon up from his dream.

Lyon was a little confused at the moment, looking at the unfamiliar environment around him, thinking: Where is this? Am I not beating up the White Walkers?

Then he looked at the 'White Walker' that he was holding down.

What Leon saw was a creature with a face full of wrinkles and pink polyps, coated with an unknown dark black substance, and with a face that could barely be called a human.

Leon frowned and remained silent...

"It seems like I'm still in a dream, White Walker. Come on, come on, take another 300 punches from Ye Ye."

Seeing that Leon was awake but not fully awake.

Grand Maester Aemon shouted hastily, "That's enough. If you hit me again, I'll kill Chett!"

Hearing the familiar voice of Grand Maester Aemon, Lyon realized that he was not dreaming.

So he quickly stood up and pulled up Qi Te, who was beaten badly on the ground.

"Sorry, sorry, Chett, I mistook you for a White Walker."

Only Chette's facial structure was different from that of ordinary people. After being hit by at least dozens of punches from Leon, he still had enough strength to take a step back and jump far away, staring at Leon with fear as if he were a White Walker.

"But strictly speaking, White Walkers are much more handsome than you."

……

After sending the two apprentices away, Grand Maester Aemon asked Lyon to sit down and told him what he had dreamed about.

Lyon naturally told the truth, but he left Grand Maester Aemon stunned.

For a long while, this man who had experienced almost all the ups and downs in the kingdom over the past seventy years was so shocked by Lyon's narration that he did not react for a long time.

"In other words, you saw the White Walker in the legend... and beat it half to death... just because it wanted you to be its subordinate?"

After Grand Maester Aemon finished speaking, he didn't know how to comment on Lyon's ramblings.

Although judging by Leon's expression and the tone of his voice when he spoke, it didn't seem fake.

But more because of this, Grand Maester Aemon's inner worldview did not allow him to believe that what Lyon said was true.

"Okay, let's stop here. I've been waiting for you to wake up. I just want to confirm one thing with you. I hope you can agree."

It seems that Grand Maester Aemon stayed up all night not to listen to Lyon talking in his sleep, but for something more important.

"Well, Grand Maester Aemon, I know all about it."

Faced with the Grand Secretary's request, Lyon agreed without any hesitation. After all, in his opinion, how could a kind old man whose half body was about to be buried in the ground have any bad intentions?

Seeing that Lyon agreed, Grand Maester Aemon did not say anything, but stood up and slowly walked towards a light source.

Seeing that Grand Maester Aemon seemed to want to get something, Lyon, who always gave up his seat to the elderly on the bus, stood up and wanted to help. However, Grand Maester Aemon seemed to have particularly nimble legs and feet today, as if something good was about to happen.

Before Lyon could stand up, Grand Maester Aemon had already brought a lamp over.

"Now, put your hand on it." After saying that, Grand Maester Aemon lifted the lampshade, revealing a candle made of some unknown biological oil inside.

"Put it on the fire?" Leon asked, fearing that he might have misunderstood the old man's meaning.

"Yes." Grand Maester Aemon stretched out his hand, and a bony palm with a few age spots pressed directly on the flame. "Put your palm on it like I did."

Lyon's expression immediately became strange, and he thought: Is this old man trying to use me as an experiment?

But Lyon, who respected the elderly and loved the young, did not resist this unusual event. Seeing that Grand Maester Aemon's hand had been roasted for a long time as if nothing had happened, Lyon was quite tempted and put his hand on it.

"呲呲~"

Unlike the old hand who couldn't squeeze out a drop of oil, as soon as Leon put his hand on it, there was a sizzling sound like barbecue.

Then Leon endured the piercing pain in his palm and persisted with a frown.

After a moment, with Leon's blessing, the candlelight in the room seemed to be a little brighter.

But Grand Maester Aemon never said to stop for a moment, so Lyon persisted with some pain and happiness.

Fortunately, this inhumane torture or experiment was quickly stopped by Grand Maester Aemon.

“Leon, are you really not afraid of fire or are you just holding it in?”

Seeing the painful expression on the experimental subject's face, the last glimmer of hope in Grand Maester Aemon's heart was completely shattered.

But Grand Maester Aemon, who did not give up, asked one last question.

"Reporting to the Grand Secretary, I can still endure it..."

Lyon's answer completely shattered Grand Maester Aemon's hope. It would be more appropriate to describe it as a fantasy.

"True dragons are not afraid of fire, Leon, and you... apparently not even Blackfire."

"Blackfire?" Lyon couldn't help but feel confused about the meaning of this word as he pondered over the words of Grand Maester Aemon.

"It's nothing, you can go back." Grand Maester Aemon did not explain. In just a moment, Lyon keenly felt that the old man in front of him had lost at least ten years of energy and spirit.

The hair color that was originally mixed with gray and white seemed to have a unified tone.

"By the way, you don't need to come and change the dressing for yesterday's wound. I checked and it has fully healed."

"Also, while you were asleep, a little fellow named Jon came to see you several times. Maybe he is still waiting for you at the door."