"If I had pulled out the sewing needle at that time, you would have been stabbed into a hole by me!"

Sitting on the chair, holding the wooden cup and pouring a few big saliva, the sloppy girl said angrily, then looked at Charles with curiosity again: "You are really my father's friend? Why have I never heard him say it?"

At this time, Charles was looking down the window of the second floor room of the hotel. Hearing him, he said without looking back: "Of course, your father told me that his favorite thing is his little daughter Arya."

This is a compliment, but as soon as he said it, it attracted the girl's strong doubts: "You nonsense, his favorite is Bran, then Rickon, then Sansa, Robb, Jon, and finally me."

There was no trace of suspicious person downstairs, which made Charles breathe a sigh of relief. Then he turned to look at the girl, and was about to say something, but she interrupted her.

"But I believe you are his friend." Arya said: "If not, you would have grabbed me in the golden robe and received the reward."

"You still know that you were offered a reward?" Charles asked with interest.

"The fool doesn't know."

"So you're smart?"

"Of course, Red Fort can't stop me." Arya said with a slight pride, completely forgetting how embarrassed she was before, but after saying that, she sighed and her eyes were dim: "It's a pity that my father couldn't escape. And Master Cialio..."

After saying this, the girl who was very lively because of no communication for a long time was silent, as if she was immersed in sadness.

After a long time, Charles broke the silence: "What is a White Walker?"

He was very familiar with this word he heard on the street, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Don't you know?" the girl looked at him in confusion.

"I don't know, it's a ghost?"

"Of course, White Walkers are ghosts. My mother has told us stories about White Walkers since she was a child to scare people, but my mother said that stories cannot be taken seriously, so I am never afraid."

As she said, she said in a muffled voice: "They are monsters of cold and death, hating steel, fire and sunshine, and all the lives with warm blood. They rode pale dead horses and led an army of dead people, sweeping the countryside, cities and kingdoms, killing thousands of heroes and soldiers..."

This may be like the old lady she mentioned, because after she finished speaking, she giggled, and for a moment, the sorrow on her face dissipated a lot.

Charles listened thoughtfully and finally asked hesitantly: "Is there a Great Wall over you?"

"Are you talking about the Great Wall of Desperate?" Arya blinked her eyes and said, "Jon is in the Great Wall of Desperate, I haven't seen him for a long time."

"Is there still a savage? There is a cripple guy, a crow, and a dragon?"

"Bran fell from the castle and couldn't walk anymore. Winterfell is full of crows, dragons? There are dragons in many stories, but I've never seen them."

really!

Hearing all this, Charles suddenly realized.

Song of Ice and Fire!

He always felt that some things here seemed familiar, but he didn't get much information, so he didn't react.

Now after he talked carefully, he suddenly realized.

This is not a strange world!

It is called the Song of Ice and Fire, a world about power, war, and dragons and magic!

"The world behind the shuttle door is like this..." Shire's brain was turned and kept thinking about one related matter after another.

Song of Ice and Fire was originally a very popular fantasy novel, and later became well-known for being adapted into a TV series.

Charles remembers that he had watched several episodes of the TV series. But that was a memory of a long time ago. Not to mention that he was vague about the past because of the ghost during the ghost period, even if he did not lose some of his memories, he probably couldn't remember much when he remembered it now.

But if you think about it carefully, you can remember some keywords.

"Dragon Egg? White Walker? The Great Wall of Desperate? Old Ed who was cheated by his wife? Conspiracy? Incest? Eyebrow monster?"

"what else?"

"It seems that the real protagonist is a fat man? What's his name? Sam?"

The specific memory is already blurred. What can be recalled now cannot tell whether Charles is true or false, which also makes his mind a little confused.

"It seems that Old Ed doesn't live as he said..."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Although he didn't have a long time to get in touch, he felt that the old dire wolf with a little stubborn mind was still very suitable for making friends.

If you want to survive in this strange and somewhat familiar world, it is essential to contact and integrate through a certain medium.

The old direwolf is a very suitable candidate. He knows the situation of Shire and is willing to help him integrate into this continent, but unfortunately he was captured.

His ending doesn't seem to be very good?

Is there a chance to save him?

Originally, Charles had no idea about this. He was not a god, so it was impossible for him to climb over such a high wall or sneak into the castle to carry out rescue.

There is still a chance to escape from the inside and outside, and it is not advisable to attack from outside. Unless he is given a team of elite special forces.

Besides, after a jailbreak, I guess the defense there is no better than before.

So it is definitely impossible to rob a prison, even if you know the secret passage.

However, when he realized that this was a world in memory, and then he had some ideas in line with the current conditions.

So he stood up and couldn't wait to walk out.

"Where are you going?" Arya asked strangely.

"Go and find a way to save your dad."

"You have a way?" Arya's depressed expression couldn't help but shocked, and then she put on her shoes, brought her own sword and wooden sword, and couldn't wait to follow Charle's butt.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll go with you!"

"Come on, don't hold me back."

"I killed my little brother Ma Fang. What about you? Have you ever killed anyone?" Arya was quite unresolved about this.

"Then you can ask your dad," said Charles: "Also, you have to respect me. Your dad and my peers are friends. To count it, you should call me uncle."

"Senior generation? You and Robb look just as big as you, I'm not a fool!" The tomboy sneered.

"If you don't call, I won't take you."

"you……"

"What am I?" Shire was not in a hurry to leave, leaning against the door, shrugging his shoulders with his arms around him.

The girl stared at him angrily, her expression full of stubbornness. Unfortunately, under the gaze of Charles, she finally surrendered.

"Uncle!" After screaming hard, she pushed Shire away and ran out first.

Charles smiled and then followed.

The two left the hotel, and Charles took the lead. He stopped suddenly after just a few steps.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you know how to get to the Dragon Gate?" Looking down at the girl, Charles looked slightly embarrassed.

"certainly."

"Okay, you lead the way." Charles breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

He has not been here for much time, and fortunately he has taken this little guy out, otherwise he would not be able to tell the difference between the south, south, west and north.

"Oh." Arya nodded, without thinking about it.
Chapter completed!