A goat and a rabbit, plus a bag of wild vegetables and berries, immediately made everyone hungry. Zhao Mai handed the prey to the first mercenary to meet, and sat next to Tyrion without saying a word, with a serious look on his face.

Tyrion was still wearing a light leather jacket, and he couldn't help but look thin in the cold air. He began to regret taking off his thick fur too early. Not long ago, he was a guest on the Great Wall of Ice and Snow, chatting and laughing with the night watchmen. After leaving the northern border and entering Hejian, he couldn't help but feel a little happy and took off his warm clothes early. At this time, he should have been in a warm place in King's Land or Kaiyan City, mostly in the arms of a woman, and was definitely not guarding an old woman like Caitlin Stark.

He was very troubled along the way. First, he walked with his head covered, swaying left and right on the horse's back, worried that he might fall down at any time and then fall to his head and blood. Later, after taking off his head, he realized that the surroundings were uphill roads to Eagle Nest City, and it was nothing to lose the power to ride. He could only follow the team with his short legs. Now his feet were sore and painful, and fatigue made him unable to hide the fact that his legs were different. The painful days of limping and limping have lasted for several days. Now, he is hungry again.

He watched the mercenaries skillfully separate the sheep and throw the uneaten internal organs into the pit and bury them. Somehow, looking at the raw meat, he felt hungry. At this moment, a peeled wild walnut was handed to him.

"Thank you!" He quickly took it and stuffed a few pieces into his mouth. Although it was bitter and astringent, it was a good food. Among all the mercenaries, he could feel the strangest thing about this guy named Mike. He did not seem to belong to any kind of person. Without the enthusiasm of a knight, the reality of a mercenary, the pride of aristocrats, and the humility of a commoner. He only cared about one story after another he told, about the dragon, about the gods, about the ancestors (the first person to come to this world).

These stories gave him some care. He did not lack water and could get some snacks from time to time. He knew that Mike had the ability to feed him, but he did not do so, and Tyrion had no objection. He thought it was definitely a clever move. If someone was hungry and the captive was full, the captive would definitely be abused in other ways.

This is great now. Everyone gathers by the stream not far from the hillside. Horses can drink water and people can wash. A wild goat can make everyone happy. He can also give him a bowl of mutton soup! At this time, the only fool who has not closed his mouth is the bard Marion, who is oiling the wooden harp, constantly complaining about the damage to the strings of the moisture.

"Tyrion, there are dragons in this world."

The little demon looked up and looked at the weird guy beside him. Mike never called him "Mr. Lannister" or "Little Demon", but only called him Tyrion, or simply the word "you". "There is indeed a dragon. Aegon, the conqueror, and his two sisters, rode three-headed dragons. I have told you this story."

"It's not the past." Zhao Mai was still thinking about the impact of this dragon on the world.

Tyrion was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. "I hope there is a dragon, but that is impossible. The last dragon has died for more than 150 years, and the last dragons cannot grow up, maybe they are bigger than your wolf, and they can't even fly. If you can go to King's Landing, I can take you to visit the dragon's skull, which is something worth seeing."

"Aliang is a dog, not a wolf." Zhao Mai decided to change the topic. He reached out to dig in his pocket. He took out two yellow and orange "beans" and asked Tyrion to pick one first and then throw the other into his mouth.

This is the "Nine Transformation Golden Pill". As the old man said, it is really a very delicious snack, and it has no effect other than that. It cannot strengthen the body, cannot ascend to immortality, and does not even have the ability to quench thirst and hunger. The only benefit is that this thing will never be addicted to eating. Each one can last for about a week, making people feel so comfortable that they don’t want to eat the second one.

On the contrary, the gourd was very strange. Three Nine-Turn Golden Pills could be poured out at one time, and it would be used for the second time in a day. Zhao Mai poured out some of them every day and stored them. He wanted to know how many of them were in the gourd. But he had already saved a pack, but he didn't think the gourd became lighter or anything.

Tyrion chewed the soybeans hard, and it felt like eating a candy. In his eyes, I was just a child and needed to coax it with candy? Then, a crushed walnut was stuffed into his hand. "Put it away, eat it, there will be mutton soup or something in a while."

"Can you tell me what you plan to follow the Eagle Nest Castle all the way? I remember you didn't want to follow him at first."

"Yes, I want to go to the Great Wall of Desperate, then cross over and take a look at the scenery across from the other side." Zhao Mai said bluntly. He pointed to the land under his feet: "Actually, although what happened here is quite interesting, I don't want to care too much. Just think I am the best audience in the world."

"I don't want to care, don't you not be able to care?" Tyrion grabbed the implicit meaning in Zhao Mai's words.

"I know what you are planning. Before, you saw the environment here and felt that even if you escaped, you would die in the mountains. But you just discovered today that I have the ability to live well in this environment, so escaping has become an option that is possible, right?"

Tyrion was told the main thing, and with a smile, he almost clapped. "I admit that you are right. Mrs. Stark said that I was the murderer of the child and the gods were above it, which was completely slander. I just want you to rescue me from the unfair treatment I suffered, but I don't know what you want and how to repay you, so I didn't speak up before."

"Oh, do you think I will agree? If you are right, I can promise you to do something for you." Zhao Mai raised his eyebrows. This was the first time Tyrion saw him particularly interested in something.

After thinking for a while, Tyrion shook his head. "I will have hope before you say you want to go to the Great Wall of Desperate. But obviously you want to cross the Great Wall instead of becoming a night watcher. That is to say, the automatic absolution of the Night Watcher is useless to you. If you go north to pass through the northern border of the Stark family, you will naturally not offend them. Moreover, I have nothing you want to plan, whether it is money or power, it is meaningless to be north of the Great Wall of Desperate. So you will sympathize with me, but you will not save me."

"You are indeed as smart as the legend. Well, as long as it doesn't affect my goal, I can do something for you. If you think about it, I'm not a stupid and upright guy. I will be silly and honest. There are some things I will blame."
Chapter completed!