Only after everyone left did Ned Stark start handling official duties.

After the competition, King Robert actually wanted these foreigners to join the Imperial Guards.

Not to mention the number of Iron Guards in the Front is a certain number, how much political shock will a few foreigners from unknown origin squeeze out the anointed knights of a large family? It would be a big problem to just talk about those people, even the same language.

Moreover, they also shoulder the responsibility of finding companions, and bound them here to serve as lifelong duties of not marrying a wife, not having a fiefdom, and not having children.

It was precisely for this reason that he himself gave up the idea of ​​inviting several people to join his escort group.

However, this messy martial arts competition was just the most insignificant one among the things he needed to worry about.

At this time, he had already vaguely sensed the undercurrents in Junlin City.

The reason why he came here to serve as prime minister was because of the mysterious sudden death of his former prime minister, his adoptive father, Jon Ellin.

At this time, Ned had found some clues - the one who poisoned it was Jon's personal servant. However, just as he was about to follow the clues, the servant "stumbled" to die at the martial arts competition.

The clue was broken again.

Ned sighed, picked up a letter on the table, and his eyes immediately showed joy.

It was his illegitimate son, but in fact it was a letter from his nephew Jon Snow.

He tore open the envelope and couldn't wait to read it.

"Dear Father, everything is fine on the Great Wall. The commander here is very nice to me, but the recruit coach is a little irritable. I also made several friends, Sam of the Talley family, "stupid bull" Glen, Pipp and "melancholy" Eddie..."

"We rescued a mysterious girl on the way out of the wall to investigate. She has green eyes and can't speak the common words at all."

"I really don't know how she survived the ice and snow of the extremely cold land, but now she has temporarily lived in Black Castle."

"She is really amazing. Last time, two night watchmen who wanted to sneak into her room were broken and were still lying on the bed."

Ned showed a ridiculous expression. He was afraid that his "illegitimate son" was not about the beginning of love, so he was moved by a savage girl.

However, this short warm moment was interrupted by a light knock on the door.

"Sir, someone wants to see you," shouted the guard: "He will not give him a name."

"Let him come in." Ned waved his hand and said in wonder, tidying up his neckline.

A line of words was written on the letter paper that was put aside:

"Oh by the way, she also has strange and beautiful white hair."

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The few people were chatting while walking down the stairs.

"We can finally find Cialis next," said Dandrien.

"Where to find it?" Eskal replied: "Now there is no clue."

"Dandrien, why don't you endure it for a few more weeks, at least let your new lover teach you how to speak." Lambert was joking and frivolous as always: "I just don't know if your waist can bear it."

"I don't know if my waist can bear it or not, my bed will definitely not be able to bear it."

"Hey you guys! Bless Dandelion." Weissemil shook the wallet in his hand: "This money is enough to hire a language teacher for each of us."

The sound of footsteps echoed in the stairwell.

This Prime Minister's Tower is dozens of meters high, and it takes more than ten minutes to walk from the office on the top floor to the exit on the bottom floor.

However, the stairs reached the end at halfway up the plaza, and several people came to a hall.

This is a long and narrow room with a towering dome, with dozens of benches piled up by the walls, and two figures in the idle open space were fighting with wooden swords.

One of them was short and thin, a bald man with an old hooked nose. He was leaning his body and constantly attacking the front with a flexible and elegant posture.

His opponent is shorter than him and looks like a child about ten years old.

She had a long face, her gray eyes staring at the thorny wooden sword, and her tan hair was already soaked in sweat, twisted into a ball.

If it weren't for the loud shouting, others wouldn't even be able to tell that she was a girl.

Geralt was stunned.

This girl reminded him of what Cili looked like when he was a child.

The white wolf stood there stupidly, staring blankly at the girl practicing swordsmanship.

As if she noticed the gaze behind her, the girl turned around and happened to face Geralt's eyes.

Bai Lang suddenly felt his heart tightening and he fell into a trance.

The bald man also noticed several witch hunters who suddenly appeared. He first picked up the wooden sword in the girl's hand and shouted to the few: "Hey, you guys! This is the Prime Minister's Tower. If you don't have official duties, leave quickly. Don't interfere with our dance class here."

Dandrien frowned with a proud tone.

Yet Geralt was more anxious than him; "Dandrien, what did he say?"

"He said..." Dandrien paused: "He told us to get out."

Geralt was stunned, but said calmly: "You ask him if he can let us watch here."

The bard nodded, turned his head and said to the bald man, "The companions said...the people...they won't leave!"

The bald man pulled his face down after hearing this: "Not everyone is lucky enough to see Bravos' water dancer! This is a private teaching, you must leave..."

He paused for a moment, but finally said nothing, and then signaled the girl to pick up the wooden sword and continue training, as if he had left everyone to ignore it.

So the bard and the witch hunters watched the battle.

The bald man's body movements are extremely agile, and he closely integrates boxing and sword strikes, and his tactics are cunning and fatal.

Whenever Geralt saw something exciting, he couldn't help but nod and praise.

However, the bald man seemed to be an extremely strict teacher, spared no effort to teach the girl. The wooden sword hit the thin body without mercy and made Geralt shake his head with some distress.

The audience's reaction of nodding and shaking their heads made the man more and more puzzled.

He finally stopped moving and couldn't help asking, "What do you mean? Are there any flaws in my dance?"

"What did he say?" Geralt also noticed the other party's angry expression.

Dandrien pretended to behave, "He asked you how he is in swordsmanship?"

"Oh..." Bai Lang nodded and said solemnly: "The master's sword technique is ethereal and light, and his sword-holding method is special, which can easily cause the opponent to misjudgment of attack distance. The left hand posture is flexible and the center of gravity is very fast. This set of sword technique must be very suitable for thin swords. But... some of the strength is insufficient, and it may be very difficult to face an opponent with comprehensive protection."

The white wolf looked at Dandelion.

The bard swallowed and slowly spoke, "The companion in the nest said...the mud...the sword technique...but..."

He tried hard to select from his barren vocabulary library for a long time: "Milt...sword...power...armor..."

Dandrien mowed for a long time, and finally gave up on himself and said, "The swordsmanship of the mud is not very good."

The bald man stared at Geralt with wide eyes.

He couldn't understand why this man made such a bad comment, and he didn't know why such a long list of words could be translated into just a few short words.

But as Bravos' chief swordsman, he naturally would not accept this kind of evaluation.

"Okay!" He picked up a wooden sword from the weapon stand on one side and threw it at Geralt: "Then let me see your superb swordsmanship."

The white wolf who caught the wooden sword looked at Dandrien in wonder: "What does this mean?"

The poet smiled slightly: "He asked you to teach him swordsmanship, and he must give him no hesitation."

Geralt was stunned, and suddenly respected the master of swordsman who was so kind in front of him. He looked at the other party seriously and set up a wooden sword:

"That would be a lot of offense."

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When Ned Stark heard the sound and rushed down, he happened to see a wooden sword flying out of the window.

The King's Hand was surprised to find that the famous Bravos chief swordsman, Cialio Frell, had been disarmed and was pressed against a wooden sword around his neck.

The owner of the wooden sword was one of the few foreigners he had just met - the man with white hair.

And his daughter Arya Stark is standing aside.
Chapter completed!