Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

He has a disproportionately large head, one eye is larger than the other, and his facial features look a bit compact. He has the golden hair color of the Lannister family. He is wearing a black bear fur coat. What doesn't match the bear coat is the dark red leather coat inside, with golden lion buttons and colorful carvings. He looks a bit like a monkey in a crown.

Tyrion Lannister, known as the "little devil", does not have the demeanor of a nobleman. At least he can talk to a group of horse thieves and rapists.

Cole looked at this guy carefully. If there is anyone he admires in this world, this little dwarf is one of them. He inherited the wisdom of the cunning Lannister family, but unfortunately the head of the family, Duke Tywin, chose to turn a blind eye.

In such a dangerous world, only smart people often live longer.

"What? Do you want to compete with me? Then you really chose the right person." Seeing Cole staring at him, Tyrion said teasingly.

"I dare not touch the Lannisters. I heard that their language is 'A debt must be paid.'"

Tyrion shrugged: "If I die in a duel, Casterly Rock may hold a banquet. And my father will ask the king to knight you because you gave his most disliked son an honorable death." His tone was full of sarcasm.

Sure enough, the father and son have a deep grudge.

"Would you like a sip?" Tyrion handed over his wine bag. This guy never leaves his wine, but he never hesitates to share his wine.

Cole was naturally not polite. This is the wine "Summer Red" brought from the south. In the Great Wall, where you can only drink cider and beer, Summer Red is simply a treasure.

He took a sip, which was a bit mellow and sweet. This taste can only be brewed in the warm south and Dorne.

The wine tastes more like a juice, and the alcohol content is not high. No wonder Tyrion likes it so much.

"When are you leaving?" Cole asked, squatting beside the ladder.

"Maybe I'll stay for a few more days. Old Mormont said you want to be a knight." He patted Cole's chest, only to feel that he hit the bronze armor, which was very stiff. "But I think you are more suitable to be a cook."

"I heard that you are not a night watchman. Maybe you can follow me to the south. Whether you are a knight or a cook, it is better than this place where you can't pee without getting a stick." Tyrion suggested.

Although Cole's cooking skills are really good, Tyrion, who is used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, is not surprised. He invited Cole to go south just to agree to the request of an old man.

Go south? Cole did think about it. It was too dangerous on the Wall. Others did not believe in the White Walkers, but he believed in them to the bone. Everyone knew that the White Walkers were coming to attack the city, and they would come on a dragon. Only a fool would want to stay here, but there were some things here that he could not give up.

Cole was fourteen this year, and Aemon was more than a hundred years old. The day of avenging Aemon was short. He is his only relative in this world. Although Cole is afraid of death, he is not an ungrateful person. Even if he cannot repay the maester's kindness, Cole will take care of him in the last period of his life.

The word "filial piety" flows in the blood and spirit of every Chinese son and daughter.

"Maybe I will go to the south if I have a chance, but forget it now."

Seeing Cole's refusal, Tyrion did not say more. He knew how to read the mood. Cole refused decisively. It would be useless to say more, but it would easily lead to evil.

"So you don't plan to join the Night's Watch." He asked.

Cole shook his head, "This place doesn't belong to me."

"I think you are doing well here. Look at the illegitimate son of the Stark family. Oh, this kid is really as stubborn as his father."

"Honorable and brave. He is actually a very good warrior. I believe that the Night's Watch with the same honor will accept him." Cole turned his eyes to the martial arts field.

"You think highly of him, do you want me to tell him, 'There is a cook who likes you very much, maybe you won't be lonely in the future at the Wall', hahaha." He laughed, seeming to be very proud of his joke, what a hateful little devil, but his pupils widened instantly, and he shouted: "Damn it, leave me a mouthful."

He took the wine bag and protected it in his arms, as if it was some incredible treasure. Well, it was indeed a treasure. In fact, there was still a lot of wine, but Cole deliberately blocked the mouth to scare him, and then raised his head to drink.

"You joked with Jon Snow like this, aren't you afraid that his wolf will bite your head?"

Speaking of wolves, Tyrion couldn't help shrinking his neck. He was indeed a little afraid of the white dire wolf. He was almost bitten to death on the way to the Wall.

"I believe the bastard will take good care of his white wolf. In fact, compared with Jon Snow's dire wolf, I am more curious about how you do it?"

"What do you do?" Cole was puzzled.

"It's like today. When I first saw you, you looked a little frail. I just felt like a different person. You don't have a twin brother, do you?"

"You think too much, Lannister."

The two chatted for a while, and Cole looked at the direction of the sun. It was time to cook for the maester. He always ate in the hall with the night watchmen at night. Tyrion followed him to the kitchen, and then he secretly ate the food Cole made while talking about all sorts of things.

When Cole brought the oatmeal to the hall, it was already crowded with people, and there was a lot of noise and toasts. Mormont sat on the high seat, and next to him were Maester Aemon and Chief Steward Bowen Marsh, followed by Ser Alliser and several other prestigious Night's Watchmen.

Cole took Maester Aemon's porridge and sat in his seat. Of course, Tyrion had to sit in the main seat. After all, as the queen's brother, his status in Westeros was still very prominent and worthy of the attention of the Night's Watch.

Jon Snow was still sitting alone in the corner. He always did this these days. No one went up to talk to him. It seemed that he had been isolated, but this did not affect Cole. He walked straight over with his food.

"Hey, do you mind if I sit here?" Cole asked him.

Jon Snow, who had been eating silently with his head down, raised his head and saw that it was Cole who had competed with him during the day. He was stunned for a moment, and then nodded.

"This is my roasted rabbit meat. Would you like to try it? It was exchanged by Virgie, and he gave me some." Cole pushed the rabbit meat on the plate.

Snow hesitated for a while, then took a piece, and then saw Cole laughing.

How could a fourteen-year-old child have so many schemes? In fact, he also wanted to integrate into his peers, but his education since childhood made him out of place here.

"In fact, you won during the day." Snow suddenly said.