Game of Thrones: I'm flying a dragon on your face, how do you respond?

"Bah, bang, bang!" Just after everyone left, a burst of applause mixed with the collision of metal handguards sounded from the shadows.

"Ser Jaime!" Jaehaerys pretended to be surprised. The person coming was none other than Jaime Lannister!

"Sir Prior!" The Kingslayer wore white glazed armor, and his white robes were fastened to his shoulders with golden lion buttons. "What a martial art!"

"I wonder which knight did you learn this martial arts from?"

"You must know that I am familiar with most of the famous knights..."

"My teacher calls himself a nobody, but he insists that he is a knight..." Jaehaerys chuckled, "I grew up in a disputed place on the continent of Essos, and he is an excellent mercenary... However, he never told me his origin..."

"Nobody?" James thought thoughtfully. Such mysterious knights can be found everywhere in tournaments in Westeros. They don't have any personal or family crests on their bodies, and they usually wait for their opponents to defeat them. Their helmets revealed each other's origins.

But for one's attendants or disciples, few can keep secrets from beginning to end.

"What does he look like?"

"The hair is gray, the person is very thin, and there is a scar on his face..."

"Is there a Westerosi accent..."

"You are making things difficult for me. You know, I just came to the Sunset Continent not long ago..." Jaehaerys frowned and said. This information was obtained through repeated confessions between him and the inner guards, and it can withstand scrutiny.

James himself is not the kind of person who is willing to use his brain. He is more willing to hold his golden sword and fight with Sir Prior with real swords and guns.

But thinking that the other party had killed the hunting dog cleanly, he knew that he might not be his opponent. At the very least, he couldn't kill the hunting dog with one hit.

James knew nothing about this person. He couldn't have this dangerous factor around his sister and children. He turned around and left, asking the accompanying maester to pass Prill's information to King's Landing, asking Varys to use it quickly. Use the power of the little birds to find out the true identity of Priel.

The whole journey was silent, and we soon arrived at Winterfell.

After arriving at Winterfell, Robert still wanted to visit the tombs as in the original plot, and the queen also expressed dissatisfaction.

Jaehaerys was walking in Winterfell. He heard the laughter of children above his head. He looked up and saw Ned's son Bran climbing quickly along the city wall.

Soon two soldiers passed by him. They were sent by the Duchess to drive away Bran who loved to climb the wall. Unfortunately, they were of no use at all. The child was too naughty and had nimble hands and feet. He climbed over the corner of the wall and disappeared in the blink of an eye. In the sight of three people.

"Gods! How can this child be so tormented?" Soldier A panted.

"He must have been a monkey in his last life, right?" Soldier B agreed. The two of them had not rested for a long time since they took on this job. They had their necks raised every day and were about to suffer from cervical spondylosis.

"Hey! Did we bump into someone just now?" Soldier A suddenly reacted and turned around to look. There was nothing behind him.

"It seems so... where are the people?"

"What the hell!" The two of them looked at each other and shuddered!

Jaehaerys took advantage of the two people in front of him not paying attention, lightly put his feet on the wall, and flew up the city wall like a feather - Jumping Rock!

This technique is like Qing Gong and multiple passages. It does not require magic power. It should be regarded as a muscle-strengthening technique. Combined with the ultimate eyesight and foot strength, it can truly make it possible to step on the snow without leaving a trace and cross the river with a single reed!

"Hey! Can you also climb walls?" A child's voice came from above.

He looked up and saw Bran Stark sitting between the teeth of the tower, his legs draped under the crow's nest. The crows surrounded him and pecked the corn kernels in his hand.

When the little boy saw a stranger climbing up the wall, he was not afraid and asked directly.

"Bran Stark is 7 years old this year! He is the second son of Duke Ned and Lady Catelyn..." Jaehaerys said softly. He had already met several children of the Stark family before. Most of them have strong and persevering mental strength. No wonder Bran can become the Three-Eyed Raven, and Jon and Arya are both wolf spirits...

"You climbed so high, aren't you afraid of falling?" Jaehaerys flew onto the tower, looking like smoke and a ghost, which startled Bran!

"Hey! How did you do it... just fly up!" Bran's eyes widened. He had never seen any knight climb up easily, not even Master Rodrik!

"Want to learn?" Jaehaerys asked, stroking his head.

"Huh, I don't want to!" Bran turned his head hard. He hated being treated as a child, but there was obvious emotion in his tone.

"If you want to learn, come to the godswood after the banquet tonight, and I will teach you!" Jaehaerys said, patting his head gently.

It is no accident that Bran became the Three-Eyed Raven. Only one person in a thousand people is born a shapechanger, and only one person in a thousand skinchangers will be a green seer...

During the previous trip to the North, Jaehaerys had felt a spiritual power when he was talking with Ned in the hall. Knowing the plot, he guessed that Bran should become the new Three-Eyed Raven, gain the green vision, and follow the path. The long river of time goes back.

No matter who the Three-Eyed Crow is as a servant or spokesperson, Jaehaerys cannot let him go as smoothly as he wants. He doesn't want Bran to break his leg, so he can only be obedient. Are you obedient?

I just refused to let Him get what he wanted, and all I wanted to do was cause trouble.

After the banquet in the evening, Jaehaerys found Bran and his little wolf in the Godswood.

It was a while earlier than the original plot, but the direwolf still delivered the children to the Stark family as expected. For hundreds of years, people have never found direwolves south of the Wall. How could it be so coincidental?

If you say there is no mastermind behind the scenes, the wights will not believe it.

"Hello, sir!" Bran is still a good boy when he is not naughty.

"Is this your dog?" Jaehaerys asked deliberately.

"No, sir, it's a direwolf, named Summer!" Bran explained, and the little wolf grinned at Jaehaerys, with its hair standing up and its tail drooping.

Jaehaerys acted like lightning and grabbed its fate by the back of the neck, and the little wolf calmed down instantly.

"Don't hurt it, it just... just wants to scare you..." Bran wanted to take back his little wolf. If his father knew that he did not teach Summer well, he would definitely send it away.

"Quiet, quiet boy..." said Jaehaerys. He pointed his finger, and a flash of golden light flashed from his fingertips. Bran rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.