"It was about the fourth sound of the evening bell in the afternoon. The enemy appeared very quickly. Even outside the military camp, he heard the sound of horse hooves. We were caught off guard and could not organize defense at all. During this period, I saw Sir Dastin being besieged to death. They had clear goals and were obviously prepared."

Under the light of the camp tent brazier, a soldier with a embarrassed appearance kept telling the situation before to the lords led by Robb. The dirty and blood-soaked face still had the previous panic.

"Where is the sentinel?"

"We did not see any warning."

"Why did the enemy discover it when they approached?"

"Their horseshoes are wrapped in cotton, and they are very quiet."

“No one organized the defense?”

"No, the commanders can't take care of themselves..."

The soldiers kept telling each other, and the many lords in the tent remained silent.

"The dwarf is too brave and doesn't have much military strength. He dares to leave the city overnight. He is not afraid..."

"It turns out that he is not afraid, and he succeeds!"

"The army at the intersection can no longer stay. It must first return to Kalin Bay to guard the North Pass, otherwise it will inevitably be harassed from time to time."

"If you don't stay here, no one will defend our army's rear. What if the dwarf attacks again when we build the bridge?"

"Then we just rushed south from Kalin Bay and swallowed him in one fell swoop."

"Sir, you are talking lightly. Don't you know who is in the dwarf army? When we organize the encirclement, those savages will have already entered their nests."

"this……"

"The Duke has been away for so long, so he should be back soon, right?" Someone asked differently.

"Who knows, the girl in the valley is very difficult."

"Damn Lesa!"

...

"If Sir Kelanston had more skeleton soldiers, our combat would probably be much smoother."

As people kept talking, some sighed.

"This kind of dark trick is not the right way." Someone retorted.

"Have you got into the straw in your mind? If we can reduce our casualties, no matter if he is the right way?"

"That's right, when did Sir Taoha be so devoutly devoted to the Seven Gods?"

"The most devout wife of Baylor Targaryen I openly had an affair on his back and gave birth to an illegitimate child for his brother. Could it be that Sir Taoha is very interested in this?"

“…”

Herman Taoha didn't expect that he would be "sieged" as soon as he said that, and even the besieged personnel included the Earl of Stream who was "sayed a lesson" by Charles. This made him look a little surprised. However, when a lord who usually had a good relationship quietly said something in his ear, he suddenly realized it.

The lord of his own was saved by his dark tricks. Isn’t it uncomfortable to say these bad things now?

Although the Duke was not here for the time being because he went to the bottom of the valley, his son was here, and who can guarantee that the words would not be heard in his ears...

At this time, someone suggested: "We can't continue like this. Who knows where Sir Kelanston went? We should probably ask him if there is a solution."

"Is anyone going to invite him?"

"The servant found no one."

"I only saw him once when I came back, and I never saw him again."

"Where has Megi Mormon gone again? It is normal for Mr. Wizard to not attend the meeting. As a vassal under the Duke, she refused to participate in such an important combat meeting?"

"You should wait until her daughter's funeral to tell her."

"That's right, I'm a little sympathetic! If your son is seriously injured and dying, are you in the mood to attend the meeting?"

...

The camp like ruins in the distance is slowly rebuilding, burning embers are rising in the moonlight, and countless smoke is rising, and dead bodies are gradually being cleaned up. If it is normal, Shire may be very interested in this.

However, he had no time to take care of him now.

At this moment, he was frowning at the pile of white debris in the stream.

"What's this? Molting?"

The ultimate itching seems to still exist in every inch of the body's skin. The feeling of constantly tearing off the skin on the surface of the body is now looking back, there is a special feeling of pleasure in the horror.

After the reinforcements arrived, Charles hurried out of the camp, came to the stream not far away, and "take a shower in the cold stream."

Normally, he wouldn't come to take a shower or something in the middle of the night, let alone just experiencing a big battle.

However, who made Shire encounter abnormal situation?

After the unknown coolness of life energy accumulated to a certain level, it began to undergo special changes in his body. Shire could not understand the specific transformation, but he could personally understand the consequences of this.

My whole body was numb and itchy, accompanied by a slight tingling, and the overall skin was scratched like a rag, and it was scratched in pieces, and finally it fell off a whole layer!

Fortunately, no one else existed in his place at this time, otherwise the previous scene would have been scary.

After molting, it feels very refreshing, as if you have taken off your thick cotton coat in summer and put on a thin and light shirt, which is very sensitive to the coolness around you.

At this time, under the moonlight, Charles' skin looked very fair. If you only look at this, you might be mistaken for a woman, but he is a living man.

“There doesn’t seem to be any other effect except whitening…”

While thinking secretly, Charles tidied up his clothes and turned around and walked back.

He did not feel the phenomenon of increasing strength or increasing speed, nor did he notice any inner or special power in his body. The coolness disappeared without a trace after the explosion. Shire felt that he would not appear again before he killed someone next time.

So, what is the situation?

He couldn't know, and no one in this world could give him an answer.

"Maybe I've evolved?"

He returned to the camp with a confused mind and found that his tent had been burned to ashes, which made Charles quite helpless - the pile of spell secret texts that he had finally accumulated before were all burned to ashes.

He shook his head and was about to go to the quarantine to apply for another tent, but a shout suddenly came from a distance.

"Sir Kelanston!"

Hearing the sound, Charles turned his head and saw a short, messy middle-aged lady in armor.

Yes, she is a woman, not a male, not a camp prostitute, not a logistics staff member, but a lord.

This is quite rare in the military camp, so Charles recognized her just after a glance.

"Hello, Mrs. Mormont."

He nodded as he said, thinking that he was just passing by and saying hello, but who would have thought that the female lord, who was only as tall as her chest, came to him in a hurry and took a deep breath under Charles' confusing gaze.

"I've been waiting for you here, Sir Kelanston."

If a young girl said this, maybe Charles would misunderstand it, but the mother of five young girls in front of him was already a mother, and as an earl lord, Charles didn't think she would come to her arms and throw herself into her arms.

"You have something to ask me for?"

"If the Jazz can save my daughter, the Mormons will be grateful!"

The hoarse, sharp, and expectant words were spoken from the dim and even quite old Megi Moermon, who said it, and Charles suddenly felt a little unresponsive.

Is this too direct?

"Sorry, ma'am, I don't know your daughter..."

"She was cut off half of her shoulder by a hatch by Lannister Bun."

"Then you should hurry up and find a bachelor's treatment for her." Shire replied.

The profession in this world that is responsible for treatment and treatment is called Bachelor, and basically every noble family is equipped.

"The bachelor cannot cure this wound." Mrs. Meggy said tiredly: "I know this very well, and everyone knows it very well, so they are ready to attend the funeral of the heirs of the Mormon family, haha!"

"Please feel sorry for me, madam..." Charles understood what the person in front of him wanted to find him, but his ability was limited, so he could not guarantee anything.

So he just shook his head.

His answer was obvious—powerless. This made Mrs. Meggy's expectant look dim.

"Is the old god destined to make the Mormon family suffer many disasters?" she murmured, looking desperate.

The Mormon family where she lives is small, and there is even only one son of his brother and one of his brothers in modern times.

In order to make up space for his son, his brother went to the Great North to join the night watchman at an age of more than 70 to continue to bring honor to the family. However, his descendants who had great expectations ran to sell human beings because of too much expenses. Duke Stark discovered it and fled in panic. Now he didn't know where he ran.

The territory of Bear Island fell into the hands of her lord sister, but what was hopeless was that she had no descendants and had only five daughters.

In the northern border, it is quite difficult for a female leader to lead a territory, let alone a female lord without male descendants. She worked day and night for so many years in order to revitalize the poor bear island and carefully cultivate her eldest daughter so that the Mormon family could continue and not be cut off.

As a result, all a war was destroyed...

Although she has five daughters, except for the eldest daughter, the rest is not suitable for being a lord at all! She has never received any education related to lords! Now facing this situation, you can imagine the future dilemma of Bear Island.

"Standing with your head held high..." Daisy, who was seriously injured, still murmured the family motto in a coma, but she didn't know that if she passed away as the family hoped, the Mormon family could only continue to survive.

Sad, unwilling, sad, angry, despair...

Looking at Charles's departure back, Mrs. Meggie gritted her teeth and suddenly ran up again.

"If you can save her, the Mormons will wait for your order."
Chapter completed!