A certain sword soul's infinite journey

Chapter 529 The Birth of Thunder
"Don't worry, I will leave after everything is over." Arya said calmly.

"You think that's what I'm worried about?"

Robb shook his head, and said angrily: "I'm not a mother, and I won't stop you from finding another continent where Master Yi is located, but the sea is no better than land after all, and the waterway is not so easy to open up, let alone it is still a land. The trembling sea known for its eerie..."

"I'm not going to sea alone."

Arya also shook her head, with a hint of confidence and determination on her delicate face: "I will build the most elite fleet and select the most experienced sailors, and I will be able to cross the ocean to find the continent that the teacher mentioned. "

"..."

Robb fell silent, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he couldn't say the dissuading words, and turned into a deep sigh:

"Life at sea is hard."

"I am not afraid of hardship."

Arya responded succinctly, then lowered her head and combed Gray Wind's hair seriously.

Robb had nothing to say, but reached out and stroked Arya's head.

At this moment, a burst of children's noise came from outside the hall.

A smile suddenly appeared on Robb's face, he stood up from the throne, and walked towards the slightly thin figure at the entrance of the hall.

It was the Queen of the North now, Roslin Frey Stark.

Roslin is the fifth daughter of the old Marquis Frey, and the most beautiful among all the children of Frey. She has a pair of big brown eyes, a skin as white as milk, a delicate face, a petite chin, and a high bridge of nose Quite crystal, long dark chestnut hair done in loose curls down to the waist.

The only disadvantage may be that the character is relatively weak.

But this changed after the birth of their eldest son, Thord Stark.

"How did you come?"

Robb took Roslin into his arms tenderly, and looked down at the little life that was still in its infancy.

When he first married the Frey family, Robb actually refused in his heart, because the old Frey family's genes have always been bad, and most of the children's appearances are mediocre, even ugly.

Although Caitlin swore that Roslin was good-looking, Robb still had some complaints in his heart.

It wasn't until he really saw this gentle and weak woman that Robb began to pay more attention to this marriage. Later, Roose Bolton rebelled and led the army to besiege the delivery room. This weak woman was obviously trembling with fear, but still shouted Amidst the killing sound, she insisted on giving birth to the child.

Since then, Robb has fallen in love with his wife completely.

Even Arya has greatly changed this weak sister-in-law.

"It's not that I want to come." Roslin looked at the child in her arms tenderly with a smile on her face. "It's Thord who has been making noises in the room, and the breastfeeding is restless, so I simply took him out for a stroll."

The baby in her arms was none other than Thord Stark, the eldest son of Robb, King of the North.

Because of the betrayal of the Bolton family that year, the gods were furious and sent down the punishment of heaven, calling out seven invisible thunders to kill the traitor leader, which led to Thord being given the title of "Thunderborn" before he was born.

Robb also took the opportunity to take the name of Thunder and named his child Thord Stark.

Of course, these are rumors spread among the people. Only Robb and his close friends know that it was not the so-called gods who summoned the invisible thunder back then, but the artifact left by Master Yi to his apprentice Arya. roar】.

But that doesn't stop Robb from being proud of it.

After all, Thord is really a child born in blood and thunder.

Robb looked at his son's tender face tenderly, and stretched out his rough fingers carefully, but before his fingers came close, the baby in the swaddle burst into tears.

The couple looked at each other in blank dismay, and hurriedly coaxed the child up.

"let me see."

The clear and clear voice sounded suddenly, and Robb and Roselin Qiqi were taken aback. Turning their heads, they found that the girl who was still stroking Gray Wind had quietly appeared beside them.

Roslin immediately blinked a few times, and motioned to Robb, as if wanting him to make up his mind.

Robb smiled helplessly and raised his chin, expressing that he agreed to Arya's request.

Roslin immediately approached with a smile on her face, handed Thord in her arms to Arya without hesitation, and at the same time whispered about Thord's abnormal behavior today.

After checking it, Arya said very positively.

"The diaper is too tight."

"Ah... is it?"

Roslin was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly unfastened Little Thord's diaper with Arya.

Sure enough, after loosening the diaper, Little Thord really stopped crying, and instead stretched out a pair of small hands, tentatively grabbing Arya's face, grinning happily.

Although Harazi's face was bleeding, the three people present did not dislike it.

Robb laughed loudly, snatched his son from Arya, sat on the throne with him in his arms, reached out and took out a white handkerchief from his bosom, intending to wipe his son's saliva himself.

But the battle-hardened rough man was obviously not careful enough, and Little Thord struggled with a face of resistance.

Suddenly, Little Thord slapped the armrest of the throne, and the envelope printed with the night watchman's wax fell down, and was caught by a slender and powerful palm before it fell completely.

"……what?!"

Roslin looked at the girl next to the throne in surprise.

No matter how many times she looked at these powerful movements that looked like ghosts, Roslin felt incomparably amazed. She was by her side just now, so why did she run to the throne in the next second?

Roslin was puzzled.

Arya frowned slightly, grabbed the undamaged envelope and straightened up.

"Be careful."

"It's okay, it's just a routine letter from the Night Watchman asking for help."

"Military and national affairs are not child's play."

"……Alright alright."

Robb glanced at her sullenly, obviously displeased with her backlash.

He held out his hand to Arya.

"bring here."

"Ok?"

"Envelope, I want to review politics with the future king of the North, can't I?"

"..."

Arya twitched her lips, but she could only hand the envelope to Robb.

Robb took the envelope proudly, tightened his grip on Thord who was sitting in his arms, tore open the envelope slightly, and took out the letter paper inside.

"Come on, let's go together..."

Before the words fell, Robb's voice became smaller and smaller, and a pair of heroic sword eyebrows were tightly frowned, with a look of surprise, shock, and complex looking at the envelope in his hand.

Arya sensed something was wrong, and immediately frowned.

"What's the matter, Brother Wang?"

"..."

Robb didn't reply right away, instead he clasped the envelope on his lap, looked at Arya who was frowning in shock and complexity, and let out a long breath of foul air after a long time.

"Old Mormont summons, your master... has returned..."

"...!"

Arya shuddered.

……

……

Winterfell, Bran Stark's room.

The northern region outside the window is still a snowy winter, and a thick curtain covers the window, blocking all the cold wind blowing in from the outside.

The candles flickered in the room, and the flickering fire reflected Bran's face.

After an unknown amount of time, Bran slowly opened his eyes, and his sea-blue eyes gradually recovered from dazed to clear, revealing a trace of complicated expression.

"Mr. Lin...has he left already?"

Bran murmured, glanced at his room, and then sighed in a sense of loss, straightened up from the bed, and sat there quietly with the pillows.

Mr. Lin has already left, and the star-like splendor has also disappeared.

Thinking of the scene he saw from the perspective of the skinchanger, Bran felt a shudder in his heart, not only horror and shock, but also excitement and admiration.

'I didn't expect the power of the mind to be used like this! '

Bran felt emotionally in his heart. He watched Lin Yi's "treatment" process almost the whole time, and he knew very well what adjustments Lin Yi had made to his mind.

"Can actually think of letting my body heal my body, this kind of unconstrained thinking is simply not human!"

No, Mr. Lin is definitely not human, right?

How can human beings wear such single clothes in winter...

Some malicious speculations flashed through Bran's mind, but then he shook his head, clearing these dangerous distracting thoughts from his mind, and his handsome face was filled with a trace of uncontrollable joy.

Anyway, he could finally stand up on his own legs!

"Hodor, Hodor!"

Bran yelled loudly, and after Hodor and the direwolf 'Summer' came in in a hurry, he picked up the pen and paper next to the bed and wrote a note, asking him to pass the note to the castle cook.

In the next week, the nerves in his legs will grow back on their own, but he will also be seriously ill because of this, and he will urgently need all kinds of tonics to nourish his body.

A Duo left the room with a smile, Xia Tian stuck out his tongue and climbed onto the bed.

Bran touched its head with a smile on his face, then swallowed, and moistened his dry throat. Just when he was about to share his joy with Xia Tian, ​​he suddenly found a strange book on the side of his pillow. books.

Bran picked it up curiously.

I saw three large characters written on the cover——

Cough, he doesn't know.

"...What is this, something Mr. Lin left for me?"

Bran opened the book curiously. Before he had time to look carefully, a white note suddenly fell out of the page, which was filled with vigorous handwriting like silver hooks and iron scratches:

"Dear little Bran, you have a unique talent in the mind. I can't bear to let that old liar, the Green Prophet, waste your talent, so I left a secret book about the heart and soul."

"The text in the secret book is written in the language of my hometown. If you want to learn it, you can ask your sister Arya, or the Green Prophet, to show you the historical images when I taught Arya."

"Although Arya's Chinese characters are limited, I think it should be enough to translate the cheats."

"By the way, you're probably already curious by now. Before you start learning Chinese characters, I can tell you the three characters on the cover of the cheat book."

"The translation of these three words into Westeros language probably refers to the sublimation of the soul or the out of body soul. As for the way of reading, if it is pronounced in Westeros language onomatopoeia, it probably means—"

Bran paused, and immediately pronounced these three words with some difficulty.

"Out, Yang, God?"

(End of this chapter)