Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

"Lord Julius." She bowed dignifiedly, already dressed like a noble lady.

Cole personally attended her wedding as a witness.

"Lady Lannister." Cole responded with a smile.

Sansa sighed in her heart: he even changed his title, just like they treated her as Lannister at Joffrey's wedding, but her name was Sansa Stark.

This man is a liar, she thought angrily.

But thinking carefully, he didn't promise her anything, just a verbal comfort.

In this castle, she couldn't believe anyone's words. As Dontos said, they wanted to take advantage of her identity.

Whether it was Lannister or Tyrell.

He left without saying anything, and this time he didn't even comfort her. Did he treat him as Lannister?

Cole didn't think that his words would bring hope to a girl. At that time, he did have the intention of comforting her, but he didn't even keep it in his heart.

It was not long before she was taken away by Little Finger, and what he said was true.

Of course, Cole was not 100% sure whether this would happen.

But this encounter gave him more ideas.

He held a sheepskin strip in his hand. He had almost forgotten about it. If it hadn't fallen to the ground, Cole would not have remembered it.

What would Varys ask him to get?

Cole led Duran and José out of the Red Castle, not knowing that there were countless eyes staring at them.

They rode to Steel Street, followed the map to find the shop, and found a hidden place in a corner at the foot of Visenya Hill. It was close to Mud Street, and there were many people walking on the street.

The sound of the horse startled the people in the blacksmith shop, and then a short blacksmith came out. He looked quite strong, with a thick beard and bright eyes.

"My lord, welcome to your presence." He glanced at the emblem on his clothes, then looked at the two knights behind him, and soon determined that the visitor was of extraordinary status.

Recently, the number of dignitaries in King's Landing has more than doubled.

"Are you the blacksmith here?" Cole asked.

He dismounted sideways, handed the reins to Jose, took out the note with the address, and asked him: "Look, is the address on it here?"

The blacksmith wiped his dark and broad palms on his clothes, and then took the wool paper roll. "Yes, my lord. This is my shop."

"Do you need to make armor or weapons?" the blacksmith asked,

"Someone asked me to come here to get something." Cole said directly, and at the same time took a look at his shop.

This is already on the edge of Steel Street, and the best blacksmith shop in King's Landing should be in the deepest part of Steel Street.

Judging from the daily iron tools and farm tools in the shop, this blacksmith doesn't even make weapons and armor.

Doubt flashed in the blacksmith's eyes.

Cole continued, "It's Lord Varys, the king's intelligence chief."

The blacksmith still looked puzzled.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, sir. Please forgive my stupid memory. Someone did ask me to keep something for him. He didn't reveal his name, but said that there would be a silver-haired knight later." He paused here for a moment.

The silver-haired knight, isn't it coming.

The blacksmith patted his head, "I'm really damned, please wait, sir. I'll get the things for you right away."

After saying that, he walked into the shop.

After a while, he came over with something tightly wrapped.

The gray woolen cloth wrapped a long strip of something.

Cole took the thing in his hand and felt extremely familiar.

Slowly pulling open the cloth cover, a plain hilt was revealed inside. Seeing the hilt, his heart trembled instantly.

Winter night!

Cole did not pull out the sword, but wrapped the strip of cloth back.

In addition to the Winter Night, there are also the gifts he brought from the Wall.

These are what Varys was talking about. Cole always thought that the Winter Night should be in Lannister's hands, and he was thinking about exploring it with Tyrion.

If this sword is really Valyrian steel, he should not be able to get it back for the time being.

Unexpectedly, the sword is in Varys's hands, and there are these gifts.

What is the meaning of the octopus spider returning the sword to him? Is it to return the property to its original owner?

How could the eunuch be so kind?

Although Cole did not understand Varys's intention, he could not help but feel a little happy to get these things back.

His joy did not last long.

There was a noisy quarrel suddenly from the muddy street next to the blacksmith shop, and the sound of fighting with weapons could be heard.

Cole looked over and saw a crowd of people rushing in.

He heard someone shouting, "There are still a few!"

"Kill them! Kill them!"

Countless voices quickly drowned out the sky above the muddy street.

Cole saw armed refugees actually surrounding this side.

They were holding farm tools and sticks, and some were even holding knives and swords.

"Lord Cole." Duran shouted to him, and the fat earl seemed to be frightened by the scene.

Several golden robes were knocked to the ground by the refugees and their lives were unknown, and now they seemed to have transferred their gaze and anger to this side.

Seeing the crowd that filled the entire street, there were nearly a hundred people if you counted them carefully.

The scolding and roaring were deafening, and there were only three of Cole's group, and only Jose had put on his armor.

"It seems that the refugees are rioting." Duran approached Cole.

They ignored Jose's armor, and Cole's long sword on his waist rushed over angrily from all directions.

Soon the first wave of mobs came to them, and they raised their things and greeted Cole and his group.

Seeing this, Cole no longer thought about why these refugees were rioting, and he pulled out the Winter Night.

This old friend was much lighter than the two long swords on his waist, and the cold light was like moonlight, and the wrapped cloth strips were directly penetrated by the blade.

A sword slashed down, hitting the face of the comer, and the blade cut half of his face, which looked very scary and bloody.

This directly shocked the mob, and they surrounded on both sides and dared not move. After all, the sword was too fast and too terrifying to kill people. To put it bluntly, they were just a group of civilians.

Cole could see the fear on their faces.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "There are only three of them! We don't have to be afraid!"

People responded instantly.

The refugees who had stopped seemed to be in high spirits again.

Yes, there were only three people in front of them.

Cole and the other two leaned back with swords in hand. He looked around at the refugees, and some doubts and guesses emerged in his mind.

At this time, the mob had rioted again.

Da Da Da ~

The sound of horses was loud.