Game of Thrones Starts with the Lord Blast System

Lynn didn't want to cause trouble, but trouble got him.

When he was thinking about how to get rid of these troublemakers.

"boom!"

A crisp sound came from the door.

The two guards of Runestone City, fully armed and fully armored, slammed open the door of the bar and walked in.

The leader of the guards, Hood, looked at the person with alert eyes.

He didn't dare to relax at all, ready to face any danger.

The visitor showed a pair of eyes from the metal fence of the armor, and glanced at the people in the bar.

The noisy bar suddenly quieted down.

Lynn rolled his eyes and made a booing gesture toward Hood, the guard beside him.

He deliberately leaned into his ear and whispered in a volume that could be heard by the black beard at the wine table next to him, "The northern allied forces are about to attack the valley. Lord Young Wolf, let us take the Runestone City."

Hood was dumbfounded by the headless words of Lord Lord.

He looked at Lynn's gesture in surprise, then glanced at the black beard who was listening.

Immediately understood, a clear smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this time.

The Runestone City guards at the entrance did not seem to find the person they were looking for.

They patrolled for a week and found nothing, and were about to turn around and leave.

Brother Beard, who heard what Lin En just said clearly, suddenly stood up and said to the door, "Master Guard, there are a few northern spies here."

Everyone looked in Lynn's direction.

The two guards of Runestone City looked at each other and stopped.

The two were tall and the other was short. The short guard was stocky. He drew out the broad sword from his waist and came to Blackbeard.

He looked at Lynn and the others vigilantly.

"what happened?"

The skinny monkey next to the bearded man just thought that his companion was going to stage the old drama of framing the blame again.

He also stood up, flatteringly bowed to the Runestone City guard, pointed at Lin En and said, "Master guard, these guys are wearing clothes from the North, and they all have weapons on their bodies. At first glance, they are not good birds."

Lynn shrugged.

Well, I'm not a good bird anymore.

When the guards heard the words, they glanced back and forth on Lynn's group with two pairs of dark eyes.

One of them asked in a deep voice, "From the north?"

Hu De smiled grimly, "Runestone City doesn't welcome people from the north?"

The guards swept over Hood's face, looked at the hand he was holding on the hilt of the broadsword at his waist, and looked at the indifferent Rodart dressed as a caravan guard next to him, as well as a few soldiers of the cavalry regiment.

Finally, he turned his gaze to Lynn and said, "Are you a nobleman?"

Only dukes, marquis, earls, viscounts, and barons can be called nobles.

Further down the knights and knights,

Then they can't be considered nobles, they can only be regarded as high-level civilians.

Therefore, as an inheritor of the viscount title and with a noble status, Lynn has a detached status compared to the commoners in this world.

What kind of people are nobles in Game of Thrones?

Some people are out of high taste, some are pure scum, some people are harmful to the people, some people are immoral, some people are dedicated to benefiting themselves and not others.

There are also some civilians who have no right to judge and who must be respected.

This is very helpless, but this is the reality,

Lynn looked at him and asked lightly, "How did you see it?"

The other party pointed to the sword on Hood's waist, "Your squire carries a guard sword."

Lynn looked suspicious.

The man explained: "The standard guard swords of Westeros are all custom-made from Runestone City, and the pattern of Runestone City is engraved on it."

Lynn was taken aback.

Servants are very different from guards. Only nobles are accompanied by swordsmen guards.

However, Lynn was still a little surprised that he could spy on and infer his general identity from such a small flaw.

This is also considered a kind of talent. He doesn't think ordinary guards have such a vision.

Lynn asked with interest, "You are knights? Can you tell me your name?"

The other party was surprised, nodded and said, "Your Excellency, you can call me Goff, and this is Sir Duncan next to me."

Lynn was a little surprised that he was still a knight.

Only then did he look at the other Runestone City guard beside him.

A man who looked as thin as a bamboo pole even though he was wearing heavy armor.

The 2-meter-tall figure looked tall and strong, and Lynn could only look up at him from the perspective of looking up. From the fence of the iron helmet, he could vaguely see a pair of dark and sharp eyes.

Lynn suddenly felt that the name Duncan seemed familiar, and seemed to have heard of it somewhere.

While thinking.

The black-hued brother at the wine table next to him finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Seeing that the guards actually chatted politely with those damned northern spies.

Feeling that his IQ was insulted, he drank a whole bottle of ale in his hand.

Alcohol and humiliation rushed to his forehead.

He stood up angrily, stepped on the wine table, and shouted at the people in the hall, "See, our guards are colluding with spies in the North, this is the evidence."

Everyone present looked at this drunkard like an idiot.

Even the skinny monkey beside him couldn't bear to look straight at him. It's not a joke like that. It was planted on the guards in the city, and your brain was kicked by a donkey?

He pulled his companion and asked him to quickly get off the wine table.

"Come down, Fried, you're drunk!"

Snapped!

Blackbeard turned around angrily, slapped the thin monkey fiercely,

"Waste, motherfucker, don't you think it's embarrassing for labor and capital, I'm not drunk, I'm catching spies and betraying the spies of Runestone City."

The thin monkey was slapped heavily and fanned out for half a meter, only to feel that the teeth in his mouth were loose, and blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth.

Brother Beard laughed loudly, and shouted with a grim face: "These people from the north are spies. I heard them plotting there just now. They said it themselves... The army of Robb is about to attack the valley."

When the bearded man said this, the scene was quiet for a moment.

Immediately,

In the originally awe-inspiring bar, there was a burst of laughter.

Hahaha!

The Northern Army is still fighting the Lannisters in the Riverlands! How could it be possible to divide troops to attack the valley?

Crossing the riverlands to threw the valleys, when did the northerners have a navy? Thanks for thinking about it.

Isn't this person afraid of losing his mind?

Hahaha, these guys usually frame some foreign merchants at the pier~www.wuxiamtl.com~ They have used all kinds of excuses, but this time I heard something new.

Hehe, this guy seems to hate people from the north. Could it be that his **** ran away with the man from the north?

With a burst of laughter, the atmosphere in the tavern suddenly became lively.

ridicule and abuse, one after another.

Lynn also smiled quietly.

Alcohol can easily numb the brain and make people lose their judgment. When an alcoholic is eager to frame himself, he hands over a knife, and the other party often accepts it without hesitation.

Lynn was not in the mood to sympathize with his stupidity.

In the midst of many jeers and ridicules, Bearded Fried finally woke up from drunkenness.

With a pair of bloodshot eyes, he stared at Lynn.

However, the 2-meter-tall Runestone City guard walked slowly to his side.

Fried suddenly felt a sense of fear and loss. He even forgot to draw out the iron sword placed beside the wine table and tried to escape.

Guardian Duncan reached out and hooked his feet before he jumped off the wine table.

The latter instantly threw a dog and ate shit, knocking a row of wooden wine tables into the air.

The cup shattered to the ground.

Beard Godfried endured the pain, staggered to his feet, and wanted to continue running towards the door.

However, the guardian Duncan did not give him a chance. He stepped forward slowly, stretched out his long and narrow arms, and grabbed the back of his neck.

A broad sword with a sheath, held high.

Without any hesitation, he smashed the seeds at his head and smashed them down.

Lin En was enjoying the schadenfreude and watching the fun, but at this moment, he heard a warning sound from the bombing system.

Ding!

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