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

Young people's troubles come and go quickly. When Leon woke up from a good sleep, he had completely forgotten about not being able to go home.

Besides, this world is not bad. What's wrong with being a medieval nobleman who lives a corrupt and extravagant life?

"Hod! Hod!"

The first thing Leon did after waking up was to call out Hood's name loudly, but no one responded for a long time.

Only then did he remember that he had just moved to the coach's tower yesterday and no longer lived in the recruits' dormitory that smelled as bad as a pigsty.

"It seems I have to ask Mr. Xiong to arrange some administrative officers for me. I am not used to having to fetch water to wash my face so early in the morning."

Leon said to himself cheekily.

After opening the door, an old soldier of the Night Watch walked towards Lyon and said, "Lyon, the commander-in-chief wants to see you for something. He is waiting for you in the conference room." After saying that, he turned and left without saying any words of congratulations, as if Lyon's current identity as a coach did not make him look up to him.

"meeting room?"

Leon had developed juvenile dementia at some point and had a very poor memory, but he could remember the journey to the banquet hall, because that was where he had his first delicious meal since he came into this world.

But this was not a problem for Leon. He just grabbed someone on the street and asked him to lead the way to the door of the meeting room.

After pushing the door open and entering, Old Xiong was discussing something with a few of his confidants. When he saw Leon coming in, he stopped talking and said to Leon, "Although the Thorne family has not clearly expressed signs of seeking revenge, based on my experience, you have established an enemy on the road to Westeros."

"The duel took place under the watchful eyes of the Seven. It was the Stranger's will, my lord."

Lyon spoke calmly and proudly while standing at the table in the conference room and addressing the commander-in-chief.

Seeing that Leon looked nonchalant and seemed like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, Old Xiong did not say anything more about it.

"Bowen, how many recruits do we have so far?"

"Four hundred and three, your Excellency."

"Very good, Leon, did you hear that?"

"403, sir."

"One cycle is two weeks. By the end of the cycle, I want to see at least 10 qualified night watchmen. One more is fine, but if there is one less, you must resign immediately. Any questions?"

"What areas of their abilities do I need to focus on developing?"

"It's up to you. As long as I can pick up a weapon and fight the savages, I won't flee in the face of danger."

"Can I have some help?"

"You mean Jon? He's good with a sword, but he's not good enough. Jon, I have other plans next."

"Then I shall be all right, sir."

"Go ahead. I don't care how you train these recruits. I only want 10 recruits per cycle."

I received a thick list of new recruits from General Manager Bowen Marsh, which briefly introduced some of the recruits' personal descriptions, habits, evaluations, and miscellaneous information such as their background.

Before he had time to take a closer look, Leon left the meeting room under the gaze of Mr. Xiong who was seeing him off.

After going out and standing at the door of the meeting room, Leon quickly scanned the names on the list.

I have to say that Eddie's concerns are justified.

These 403 new recruits come from a variety of backgrounds and have a wide range of occupations.

Less than one in a hundred people came here voluntarily, such as Jon, a son of a noble with no criminal record, or Eddie, who was from a farming family. Most of the others were those who had committed minor crimes such as petty theft and were hastily sentenced and sent to the Wall.

The exceptions are ruthless characters like murderers, and it is probably not Leon's turn to teach these people.

These new recruits, who can be regarded as the most ruthless and tough men in Westeros, range in age from teenagers to forty or fifty years old. However, they have long been not truly accepted by the Night's Watch, so they have to do odd jobs like scrap work all day long.

This is the new recruit structure of the Night's Watch, which has been protecting humanity on the front lines of war for eight thousand years.

Lyon had to believe that if this continued, the Wall would fall without any attack from the White Walkers or the wildlings.

Fortunately, the human race is not short of heroes. Relying on nobles like Old Bear, Benjen Stark, Grand Maester Aemon, and even people like Alliser Thorne who chose to come to the Wall after being defeated, the backbone of the Night's Watch was propped up and the Night's Watch did not collapse.

Speaking of which, the nobles who voluntarily go to the Wall are usually second sons or illegitimate children who have no right to inherit fiefdoms. Generally, as long as these people come to the Wall to serve, they will be granted various rights by the commander-in-chief. I'm afraid this is why Alliser Thorne has always been hostile to Jon and Lyon.

You will feel at ease only when power is in your own hands.

Back at the recruits' dormitory, Leon asked, "Is there anyone here who can read?"

The recruits looked at each other, not knowing what Leon was up to. Perhaps because Leon's attitude was quite friendly, after a long while, a chubby recruit stood up silently in the corner.

"My Lord, I can read."

"Very good. What's your name?"

"Samwell Tarly, of the Horn Hill in the Reach..."

Sam's voice became softer and softer until it was barely as soft as a mosquito's buzz.