The king on the Great Wall

"Just give an example, and His Majesty will understand what a huge mistake the previous hasty decision was. Lord Tywin of the Lannister family, His Majesty should have heard of it... He exterminated the two vassals of Reyes and Tarbeck Afterwards, he became the nobleman with the strongest control over the feudal kingdom in all of Westeros. At that time, there were many disrespectful families in the Western Territory. Why did Tywin only destroy two families instead of all disrespectful families? Punishment? Because what he wants to do is to make an example, and what he wants is fear, not hatred." Petyr stared at Daenerys the same way without flinching, and he wanted to say that the Mad King just doesn't understand fear The difference from hatred is why you lost the Iron Throne and died, causing you to live in a foreign country... But at the last moment, a flash of inspiration occurred, and I decided not to die and use Daenerys' father as an example, but to use the negative teaching material It was replaced by the success story of Tywin.

"You want to kill people, you want to avenge those 160 three children, no problem - but please create fear, not hatred! Imagine if Tywin didn't slaughter two families, but put every disrespectful family in the West The person in charge was singled out and beheaded... Will he still have a chance to be included in "The Rainy Season of Castamere" and be awed by all the people in Westeros? No, he will be formed by vassals in a few days The coalition forces overthrew him, and he was dragged out of Casterly Rock City and hanged!"

"I understand what you mean. It was not all the slave owners in Meereen who ordered the 160 three children to be nailed to the stake, but several families and even a few people who held the real power." Daenerys said with a frown: "But I don't think anyone will come forward and admit it."

"You don't need anyone to admit it, you just need to investigate which great lord in Meereen has the most slaves and lives in the tallest pyramid, and the answer will naturally be revealed." Petyr shook his head: "It's easy, what's even more strange to me now is—— Your Majesty...Even if you sat down and calmed down for a while, you still only want to track down the great master who ordered those children to be crucified? Are you here for revenge, or for liberation?"

"Liberation and revenge, is there a contradiction?"

"There can be no contradiction." Petyr said, "If I were you, after occupying Meereen, there are at least three strategies to ensure control of it. According to the order from inferior to superior, they can be divided into lower, middle and upper. Three, Your Majesty suspects that I am a liar, I understand. So next, I will only talk about the method - whether it is feasible or not is up to you to judge."

Facing the mad king's daughter, Petyr didn't dare to play tricks such as tricks, he took a breath and immediately began to offer advice: "The worst strategy is what I said in public before - kill the slave masters of Meereen Clean it up, and take over the city completely, and re-establish a rule, just like you did in Astapor."

"But the worst plan faces three problems: First, you don't have enough talents around you to assist and manage the city for you. Mercenaries and Unsullied can fight for you, but they can't make suggestions and create food resources. There are doctors, scholars, technicians, clerks, craftsmen or teachers, but they are servants, not the ruling class! The only Jorah Mormont available, unfortunately, is King Robert's undercover. Kill all the ruling class Slave owners, this city will fall into chaos immediately!" Petyr slowed down and continued: "The second point is: a city-state supported by the slave trade, suddenly all the 'goods' become free People... Then how do you feed these free people? You can order everyone to farm, but what to eat before the first round of crops mature, and what to do before the first harvest of foreign enemies, His Majesty has a mature solution Is it? The third question—let the liberated slaves become masters, do they have the ability and quality of self-management? Although the original great masters are hateful, thousands of years of experience have taught them that everything must be done in moderation …The free people who turn themselves into masters don’t have this concept. People who have never been in touch with wealth and power suddenly master these two things, and they will only look uglier than slave owners. Whether you admit it or not, there are always people in this world who have To be oppressed and enslaved to feed others! There must be well-clothed aristocrats and slave owners who come to engage in thought, culture and art to build civilization!"

"That's enough, don't say it." Daenerys frowned in disgust. Petyr might be right, but she just didn't like the way the guy said it: "I won't use your bad strategy and say that the other two Come up with an idea."

"Okay." Littlefinger agreed: "The best strategy is to kill none of them, and you will rule this city and all the great masters as Queen of Meereen, and become the greatest slave master."

"That's impossible. I'm here to liberate, not join."

"Exactly, even if you adopt this strategy, you will still have troubles to deal with." Petyr nodded in agreement, "As an outsider, you have no roots locally, and before your dragon grows up, your power mainly comes from being Liberated Unsullied and free folk. If you want to be a great slave owner, you lose your greatest support and are easily overthrown. Once you are thrown out, the city will quickly return to its former life in a short time , as if you've never been here—that's why we have the final best policy."

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"You mentioned two methods that I can't possibly adopt. You call them the middle strategy and the worst strategy, and I'm afraid it's just to draw out this best strategy." Daenerys narrowed her eyes slightly, and said displeasedly: "Don't chatter endlessly. Explain it, summarize it."

"Your Majesty wants to make a general statement, so I will simply say it." This Targaryen girl is crazy or not. Petyr is not sure, but at least she is not stupid. The oppressive middle-class nobles took the place of the former. The general description is that the tiger and the wolf were originally a family, but the lion came, and the wolves drove away the tiger. The intruder—Your Majesty, you are the lion. After driving away the tiger, you use the wolf Come rule over the free folk and cities you liberate."

"Expulsion? What about the hatred of the three children of 160, who is my anger directed at?"

"You can kill some of the leaders of big families, one or two, ten or twenty... as you like." Petyr shrugged: "But you can't kill them all, you have to check and balance, you have to make those new leaders The 'elite' and your people will not betray you, how to ensure this? Simple, make them always feel needed and needed by you - banish the lion, but keep it alive so that the ones you promote as administrators The new aristocrats, that is, the wolves, will be afraid that the original boss will come back with foreign aid to recapture their pyramid and beat them back to their original shape; and the sheep, that is, your people, will also hug you tightly because they are afraid of being eaten by wolves Your thighs... In this way, you only need to stand high, control the method and speed of eating sheep, appease both sides among your new nobles and people, accept their worship and submission, and respond to their needs appropriately, what kind of food... Law and order Ah...you don’t need to worry about anything, the wolf will take care of it for you on its own initiative, this is their home, and they are very familiar with it.”

It makes sense, but why is the tone so unpleasant.Could it be... this is the so-called loyalty?Daenerys remained silent, but Dario who was standing beside her snorted coldly: "Your Majesty is a real dragon, not a tiger. Her people also love the Queen, and she will never betray her!"

"Haha, I really want to believe it, but it's a pity whether it's true or not, it's a stupid statement." Petyr smiled: "If there is anything a ruler must remember, it is this: Human nature is inherently evil. Your Majesty's Freedman Will call you 'Misha', 'Mother', 'Dragon Queen' loudly as you break their chains and free them from oppression, grateful for your kindness, as if ready to die for you at any moment. You can enjoy this kind of love, but don't be intoxicated-because once you are in danger, or if you don't have enough food or clothing, whining, complaining and betrayal will follow, and some will even turn to spurn, Despise, slander and even hurt you. Being loved is more conducive to ruling than being feared, but remember that the cost of being loved is very high, but the cost performance is extremely low. You cannot force it, let alone pin your hopes on it. Always embrace With such a mentality: Your people are bad people, your new nobles are bad people, and the guards around you are also bad people... Even I, who is talking to you, are also bad people." Petyr once won Eddard Stark's trust, unfortunately, was quickly and completely destroyed by a note.This time, will the young queen in front of her be tricked?He raised the corner of his mouth: "Always speculate on other people's motives with the greatest malice, and leave yourself the means to deal with it, so that the rule can be long-term and stable!"

"Tch..." The handsome mercenary standing behind Daenerys couldn't stand Littlefinger's nonsense anymore: "It's nonsense, there are thousands of people around the queen who are willing to give everything for her, only cunning villains can do it." I will get used to maliciously speculating on others!"

"When I said 'everyone is a bad person', I hope that Your Majesty will have such vigilance instead of thinking that this is the truth! Maybe you are right, the queen loves her in the majority, but no matter how many admirers, It can’t stop an enemy who came behind His Majesty and only showed his knife.” Petyr glanced at the handsome mercenary, and then continued to look at Daenerys with a slightly reproachful look: “Either kill them all, or If you don't kill, or kill the right person. You used the bad strategy in Astapor and the middle strategy in Yunkai. I thought you would become wiser in Meereen... Who would have thought you would use it? I think Wouldn't even think about it...a bad idea that would not be an exaggeration even if it is called stupid?"

Dare to say that the queen is stupid?The mercenary was furious: "Show respect, you little dwarf! Do you want to taste the machete?"

How dare a mercenary keep interrupting his conversation with the queen in such a tone?Petyr looked up at the speaker again, and couldn't help suspecting that this guy was Daenerys' lover, but it didn't matter, if Daenerys favored a mercenary who could only wield knives better than a sincere and talented If she is the advisor, then she will never return to Westeros, let alone be worth following.Once you leave this room by yourself, you can directly start thinking about escaping.

Daenerys' expression gradually became solemn, she sat up straight on the sofa, lowered her raised right leg, and lowered her head in thought.Humans are inherently evil, and they judge anyone around them with the utmost malice... What harsh nonsense, but after all the suffering and two betrayals, she realized that Petyr was right.Perhaps, this skinny man from Westeros with a worrying character in front of him is just the follower he needs?

The Queen took a deep breath and raised her head: "Daario, go get a chair for Ser Petyr, Missandei, go get some drinks. I have many questions to ask, this conversation—may take For a while."

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Petyr breathed a sigh of relief.

The Targaryen girl in front of her was not crazy, she listened to her own words.

This should have been good news, but why did my heart hurt so much?That's right... How many methods of governing the country and playing politics have I mastered by relying on observation and practice, reading history and hard work?Originally, I planned to wait until the day I sat on the Iron Throne to show my talents... Who would have thought that the world would be unpredictable and full of political skills, but was forced to come to Slaver's Bay thousands of miles away, and had to do everything in his power to win? An opportunity to play "a loyal minister who assists a fugitive princess in restoring her country"... is pathetic.

Before helping Daenerys regain the Iron Throne, all ambitions are out of the question, and even if the Targaryen Dynasty is successfully restored, it is only back to the starting point. Just thinking about it like this makes him feel a little tired.

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Chapter 207

After staying overnight, Iger took Kingslayer and left Golden Tooth City.

Heading east along the riverside road, he picked up his "little attendant" at the city of Riverrun, and joined the logistics team waiting for him in the small town of Earl Harroway——with the second-time regicide James Lannister, Arya Stark who got into a catastrophe and was full of thoughts of running away from marriage, as well as a hundred soldiers from the North and fifty soldiers from the West, this team with a strange combination set foot on the road north to the Great Wall.

In order to prevent possible conflicts along the way, Iger simply took out dozens of sets of armor donated by Tywin in advance and armed them with the soldiers in the logistics department.Since the dye had already been painted in the Golden Tooth City, the black clothes and black armor worn by the soldiers of the Night Watch's logistics department would not look awkward at all... In this way, except for the northern soldiers sent by Robb, all the soldiers in the team were the same. It's black clothes, James and his bodyguards are exactly the same as Iger's men, and they are integrated into the team.

Iger couldn't help admiring Tywin's thoughtful consideration: let James wear black clothes in advance, unless someone has a plan to kill the kingslayer and the night watchman... Otherwise, even if they make a surprise attack, it will be difficult to find targets in the chaos.

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Papa waged a war that gambled on the fate of the family, and after paying a huge price, he "won" the right to be exiled in black... Humiliated by this, Jaime Lannister looked decadent and depressed , since Golden Tooth City left, he just followed the team on the road silently, and he didn't say a word to others except for the necessary exchanges. He cherished words like gold even more than Jia Kun.

As for Arya... After being spanked by Iger, she was probably full of resentment, and she didn't make any noise along the way. Occasionally, she made eye contact with him and immediately turned her head away with a snort—in the child's world, "Ignore you "Probably a cruel punishment, she may never have thought of it: in fact, the adults hope that she can always be so worry-free and trouble-free.

The two troublesome guys in the team did not cause trouble, and the northern soldiers sent by Robb did not conflict with the "volunteers" in the western region who had already put on black... In this peaceful atmosphere, Egger was at ease, with This weird black and gray team rushed to the destination without wasting any time.

***

The northern border and the western border have never bordered each other in history. Before Jaime attacked King Robert, the nobles of the two places had never had a direct conflict.There are a series of reasons for the poor relationship between the two places, such as beliefs and culture, but in the final analysis - it is still influenced by the close relationship between the riverlands and the impression that "Lannisters have no sense of honor".

Although the reputation is extremely bad, James did not actually infringe on the interests of the northern border. In addition, during the six-nation war against the western border, he hid in Casterly Rock City to recuperate and did not fight... In this timeline In the world of ice and fire, the Lannister family did not control King's Landing, and James did not form a sworn feud with the northerners... These are the reasons why Robb Stark finally agreed to negotiate peace with the West. The minister did not have any actual reasons for objecting.

The old wolf is not dead, and the decision made by the young wolf master is more deterrent than imagined. Many things happened on the way to the neck through the riverland, but no nobles led the army to jump out to openly block or even threaten Egger. and James.After crossing the Neck and entering the Western Territory, the possibility of James being intercepted and killed will be reduced by more than half—if even the nobles in Hejian who were burnt by the Western Territory army can resist letting James go, then it will not be affected by reality. What reason do the invading princes of the northern border insist on killing the king?

This is just Iger's judgment. Even if no nobles take action, the threat may also come from many other sources: in the north, more and more savages crossed the Great Wall and went south; Fan; as the northern nobles and elite troops moved south, the local bandits and petty theft also increased.Although the northern border is far away from the battlefield...but it is also full of dangers.

Out of caution, Iger still kept the accompanying soldiers fully armed and vigilant, but what he didn't expect was that trouble suddenly appeared around him in a form that he could not be prepared for.

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The northern territory is vast and sparsely populated. After passing Calim Bay and going northward, you have to pass through a vast area of ​​wasteland and hills called the Barren Mounds of the First Men. The environment is also the most empty and desolate area.

The team passed slowly and orderly, but Arya, who had been in a cold war with Iger for more than ten days, suddenly approached him with a sad face, and startled people by opening her mouth: "Master... I... I seem to be dying."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" This is nonsense, what kind of tricks does Iger want to do if he is only a girl: "What's wrong?"

"I... I'm bleeding."

"Where? Let me see."

Arya remained motionless, sniffing and flushing.

After looking at the girl with inexplicable eyes for a few seconds, Iger took a breath of air, and his pupils gradually dilated: "Is... below?"

"Yeah." Fear overwhelmed shame, and Arya had a dazed and flustered expression: "It's been a few days, at first it was just a little bit, today... all of a sudden, I bleed a lot, and my pants are..."

Flow a lot?Pants?Iger moved his gaze down, and sure enough, the dark gray cloth had been soaked with blood around the buttocks and thighs, forming a black patch... Sniffing lightly, it seemed that he could still smell a faint smell of blood.

Iger swallowed.Since he entered this world, he has faced life-and-death crises and encountered difficulties in starting a business... With luck, hard work, and the help of friends, he has survived the difficulties time and time again, but this time, he was really dumbfounded.

The girl in front of her was going through a significant physical change, and normally Arya would be with her mother, or at least an older woman like Septa Mordane, who would tell Arya what she was seeing. Yes, it is a normal physiological phenomenon, and as someone who has experienced it patiently taught her how to deal with it and what to pay attention to...

But now?

Iger put his head in his hands and looked left and right as if asking for help: he was either a man from the north or a man from the west. The only people in the team who knew Arya's identity were a few soldiers from the logistics department... Within a radius of tens of miles, only I'm afraid I can't find a second woman.

Is it normal for an 11 year old girl to come to this thing?Is it because the amount of exercise Arya often brings from practicing swords leads to the advance?What should I do now?

Arya looked up at Iger begging for help. The latter's mind was in a mess, and he even began to regret taking the job of sending the guests home... But his experienced reason quickly made him pull out of the chaotic thoughts. The point: No matter what, he has to do something now—whether it's for Arya's health or to keep her identity a secret.

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As a tough straight man, his gender severely limits his imagination and knowledge. In the face of such a magical thing as his aunt, Iger has no relevant knowledge to deal with it except "drinking hot water" and "keeping warm"... But now Ai Liya is the only one who is familiar and close to her. Even if she bites the bullet, Iger has to find a way to deal with this trouble that erupts at the most embarrassing moment.

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"Let the team stop and camp early today." Iger said loudly to a guard leading the team not far away: "Set up the tent first!"

Iger asked Arya to find a place to sit on the side, and personally led people to do it.The sun was still in the sky, and there were still at least two or three hours before dark. Most people were puzzled by the order to stop early, but no one had any objection to having an early rest.Soon, the tent belonging to Iger was the first to set up.

"Okay, don't think nonsense, and don't say anything. Bleeding... is normal, which means you have grown up! Go in and stay, I will boil hot water for you, wash your body later, and change your pants." Iger put Ai Liya pushed into the tent, pulled down the curtain of the tent, and whispered: "Also, remember to put a towel in your pants!"

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Chapter 208

The simple camp was quickly established, and the first fire was lit in the open space in front of the first tent, but it was immediately requisitioned and occupied by the chief logistics officer—the food was not yet cooked, but Iger first boiled several pots of water and sent them into the tent Then he ran out and waited outside. In the eyes of the surrounding soldiers, he really didn't know what the hell he was doing.

Fortunately, the construction of the camp and the preparation of the dinner took up most of the energy of the team members, and no one paid attention to the situation here.Patiently waiting for Arya to shower and change before Iger entered the tent, poured out the dirty water, and threw away the girl's soiled pants.

Feel like a nanny.

But if the troubles would end like this, it would be easy to be a babysitter for a while... But things didn't work out, and after dinner, Arya muttered again that she had a stomachache.

"There are no bachelors or doctors in the team." Is it a bad stomach or dysmenorrhea? Iger couldn't tell, he scratched his head in annoyance, "I'll get you a hot towel, and you can cover it yourself."

This plan did not keep him safe for too long. After packing up the dinner and laying the bed on the floor, the girl came up again with a sad face: "Master, it still hurts badly. It's like someone is stabbing me in the stomach with a knife."

"Then what can I do." Iger's scalp was itchy, he resisted the urge to scratch his head, and spread his hands helplessly: "Maybe I rub it for you?"

This was originally a joke. Iger would make fun of it every time he met a female friend with a stomachache before time travelling, but he had never rubbed anyone's belly.Arya didn't catch the helplessness and the playfulness in the remark—maybe she could, but now she was too sick to think with the stomachache.She looked at Iger with tears in her eyes for a few seconds, and said in a murmur, "Rubbing...can it be better, why don't you try?"

"Why am I trying?" Iger rolled his eyes, suspecting that his little apprentice was in pain: "Aren't you handless?"

"That's right...then I'll rub it and see."

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"Uh, it seems to be useful."

"That's good, rub it yourself. I'll go around the camp. You stay in the tent and don't walk around."

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No one is a fool, of course, the hundred soldiers Robb Stark sent to Iger can see that the dozens of extra people in the team are the bodyguards of the Kingslayer, but these Westlanders put on black clothes in advance. Yi, and always maintained a low-key restraint, so there was no conflict between the two sides along the way.

It's a good phenomenon, but Iger doesn't intend to pin all his hopes on the quality and self-consciousness of these rough guys. He has always maintained a high degree of vigilance for the situation in the team, lest there be internal strife or turmoil.

Arrangements were made for the rounds of vigil, and we visited the campsite again, and communicated with more than 200 people who automatically formed small groups.After fully understanding the psychological dynamics of the members and confirming that there are no uncontrollable internal conflicts in the team... After fulfilling the duties of a "political commissar", the sun had already set, and Iger stretched himself and walked back to the tent.

The rare thing Arya didn't run around, she sat on her own bunk on the side of the tent, rubbing her stomach between gnashing teeth.Seeing her bitter face, Iger asked with concern: "How, is rubbing your stomach useful?"

The girl looked weak after being tortured, and her face was filled with the expression that she would rather die: "It will be much better if you rub it, but it will hurt again if you don't rub it."

"Is that so...then rub it." Iger gave the only suggestion he could give at the moment, and he responded with a few sickly hums.The man sighed, walked to the other end of the tent, turned on the lamp, lay down on his bunk, and covered himself with a blanket to end the day.

He went north to avoid trouble, but it turned out to be troublesome at all... Iger smiled wryly in the dark, and negated his own psychological effects in his mind: Compared with offending Renly and causing the huge loss that the Night Watchman industry may suffer, dealing with a bloody My little girl can only be regarded as a small trouble, bear with it, and when she reaches Winterfell, it will be over.

Turn over, close your eyes, the current time is about seven or eight o’clock in the evening, before crossing, this should be the moment when nightlife begins, but in this world where there is nothing, there is already nothing but sleep Can't do it anymore - he remembered the joke about "the birth rate was high in the era without electricity".Relaxing his body and clearing his mind, Iger intends to go to sleep quickly as he has been used to since entering this world, and make physical preparations for getting up early tomorrow.

There was the sound of kicking and trampling, and Arya ran to the side of his bunk, knelt beside him and pushed him: "Master——I can't rub it anymore, you rub it for me."

"What, let me rub it for you?" Iger turned his head: "How much effort does it take to rub your stomach, and can you still rub it?"

"Kneading is enough to move," Arya said aggrievedly, "but kneading makes me sleepy, and when I stop falling asleep, I wake up again in pain. It's so uncomfortable."

"Oh...so troublesome!" Iger turned over and didn't intend to pay attention to her: "Go back to my bunk, a girl's house, asking a man to rub her belly, how decent is it!"

"Master, please, I'm so sick that I want to die..." Arya let out a low cry, trying to tear off the blanket covering Iger's body, and slipped in with her small body.

"What's the trouble?" Iger sat up angrily, glaring at the girl, regardless of whether she could see it in the dark: "Do you think it's not enough to lie to others that I touched your ass, now I want to make a ' I slept you 'come out?"

"Master, I was wrong... I promise I will never play that kind of joke with you again." Arya begged with tears, "If this pain continues, I don't want to live—"

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The girl's tone of pain does not seem to be fake, is it really so painful?Iger frowned suspiciously. Since he had already entered the northern border and the temperature was extremely low at night, he quickly lay back and covered himself and Arya with a blanket: "You girl, can you have some backbone? Rolling your eyes at me, and begging me to rub your stomach in bed again at night, what is this called!"

"Woo—Master, I promise I won't dare again. I will listen to you whatever you say in the future!" A girl who is only in her early ten years old is facing someone close to her. How can she have any backbone?Arya was going crazy from the endless labor pains... Now who can make her feel painless, let alone admitting her mistakes and swearing, she is willing to do whatever is asked of her.He twisted his body and arched into the man's arms, pressed his back against Iger's chest, grabbed his hand and pulled it to his stomach, forcing him to rub his stomach.

Iger was very annoyed, but this incident was not caused by the child's death - since it was not her fault, it would be unreasonable to lose his temper. After thinking about it, he decided to be a little more gentle and friendly to girls who are in their menstrual period.Showing goodwill at such a time can be described as a timely gift, an opportunity to increase favorability at the door, although I don’t know what else Arya can do for me after leaving King’s Landing... But no matter what, she will always be Miss Stark.

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Arya's body was cold, as thin as a bamboo pole, and her little hands were freezing cold.I don't know if it's because of the cold or the pain, but my body is still trembling slightly.Iger hugged her in his arms, and didn't have any thoughts, but a primate's natural sympathy and love for "young people of the same kind" spontaneously arose. He adjusted his hand and pressed on her stomach: "Is this it?"

"Further down."

"This?"

"Further down... um, that's it!" Arya groaned, her voice quickly changed from pain to relaxation, and she shrank into Iger's arms.The body of an adult male is so stalwart to her, the girl is like a small beast stuck in the quagmire, completely in the strong arms of Iger, with the muscles and bones of men in all directions, spreading in all directions like a big furnace. It warmed her cold body, and the hand that was pressing on her lower abdomen... was both warmer and stronger than her own. It was greatly relieved, making her want to shrink into the man's body.

"It's much better...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup. , Is it normal to have a stomachache?"

"I'm not sure about this. It should be abnormal. Depending on the body constitution, it may be very different."

"Woo——" Aliya snorted sadly: "Then I must be the most unlucky. I have never heard of anyone who hurts like me. Will it still be like this in the future?"

"Bleeding will happen once a month. I don't know if it hurts. When you get used to it or get stronger, don't run around all day, it may be better."

"Ah? I have to come once a month!" Arya seemed to be frightened and cried, and her voice changed: "Then I'd better die... Is there no way to make it stop coming?"

"Yes, find a man to give you an 'injection'. If you're lucky, you won't come back for ten months."

"A needle?" Arya didn't understand, "Then master...do you know how to get a needle?"

The irritability was swept away, Iger almost laughed out loud, and rubbed the girl's head with his free hand: "Stop making trouble, go to sleep, it is your future husband's right to give you an 'injection'."

As stupid as Arya was, she understood now.She was so uncomfortable that she was dying, but the master was still in the mood to joke... She snorted dissatisfiedly, only those who asked for something dared not complain: "I don't want to marry."

"Whether you want to marry or not, I don't care." Iger has already learned his lesson, so he doesn't mind meddling: "Go back and discuss this matter with your parents, don't tell the master again, understand?"