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

That night, Lyon borrowed the bathroom of Dickens's house and took a nice shower. After washing away the dust and blood of the day, he came out and found Spacium guarding outside the bathroom in full armor.

It seems that they are afraid that Leon will be assassinated by his enemies while taking a bath naked.

"How was the training today?" Lyon picked up a soft goat hair scarf and used it as a bath towel to wipe his hair while asking casually.

"Okay." Spesium spoke briefly, but after a while he felt that his words were a bit impolite, so he added, "The new recruits are gradually getting used to this intensity of training, so the amount of training can be increased tomorrow."

After hearing this, Leon nodded slightly, took out a clean coarse sweater suit commonly worn by farmers and put it on. Seeing that Spesium was staring at him differently than usual, Leon couldn't help but get goose bumps and asked, "Anything else?"

"Killing is a bad habit, sir..." In response to Leon's question, Spicium read out what he had in mind without hesitation. However, as soon as he said it, the expression on Spicium's face showed some regret. You know, he was just a night watchman who was a murderer. What qualifications did he have to give advice to the head coach?

"Why do you say that?" In fact, Leon felt that he was a little too careless about human life. Just for a gold dragon, he could take off a head without blinking, even if it was a robber's.

"In other words, you are a murderer who was exiled to the Wall. If it weren't for me, you would have spent the rest of your life dealing with chores and trivial matters. Now you can teach me a lesson?"

Although he had done some self-reflection, Lyon's next words were still full of provocation.

Spesium shook his head. "I am not your staff, and you are not the lord I swore allegiance to, Master Master... But before I tell you the reason, are you willing to listen to my story?"

Lyon nodded imperceptibly, and at the same time took a glass from the wine cabinet in Dickens' house and poured a glass for himself and Spacium.

"I am a Yunkai, born in the distant continent of Essos. I am sure that a noble like you has heard some rumors about my hometown."

"Yes, the slave city. This is a very dishonorable and inhumane system in the eyes of the people of Westeros. The slave owners seem to call themselves wise masters, kind masters, or great masters?"

"You are well-informed. The bloody duels in the dueling arena are the entertainment that every Yunkai freeman longs for. Every Saturday, all the major dueling arenas are packed..."

"Go on." Leon leaned back in the recliner and listened to Spacium's story in a comfortable posture.

"And I am a very unfortunate person who was captured and brought to the duel arena when I was young. I have been fighting with people of my own age throughout my adolescence until I became an adult..." As if the sad past was brought back to him, an unbearable sadness appeared on Spacium's face.

"It seems that you are very strong." Lyon's tone was quite relaxed.

"No... I would rather die than be the one who died. Every time I survived a battle covered in wounds, my hands were already stained with the blood of my friends without me realizing it. Now I can only comfort myself by living on with all of their hopes."

"Until one day, the slaves rioted. I took advantage of the chaos and escaped to a ship that was bound for an unknown destination. Before I got off the ship, someone recognized me as a slave in the duel arena. The local lord then labeled me a murderer and sent me to the Great Wall."

Until this point, Spacium's emotions began to fluctuate violently, and he looked like he wanted to tear the lord who had finally escaped from the devil's cave but sent him to hell into pieces.

Finally, Spesium realized that he had gone off topic and shouldn't complain to Leon, who had already taken the Night's Watch oath, about becoming a Night's Watchman. At the same time, this didn't serve as any warning.

"Killing is indeed a bad habit and I can't seem to quit it." Leon listened to the story and gave his own answer, but then added, "Only if you are strong enough to be the only one holding a sword can you have the ability to prevent being killed, right?"

"Winter is coming, Spesium. Your compassion is good, but be careful not to use it in the wrong place."

After listening to this, Spesium just shook his head and said, "My lord, I won't."

Perhaps these words were inspired by his seeing Lyon returning triumphantly today, covered in blood, which reminded him of himself in the duel.

After Spacium left, Leon stroked the fuzz that was gradually emerging on his chin, thinking: I should find a monk or something for the army. Otherwise, even a tough guy like Spacium is going to have psychological problems after following me all the way. How can this go on in the long run?

No, I'll go to the nearby church and catch one tomorrow.

Of course, Leon still overestimated the moral concepts of people in this world. After all, people with stories like Spiethium are not the majority, and the majority of people will never be able to understand thoughts as profound as Spiethium even if they live their entire lives.