"Tell me, young man, where did you hear about things outside the Great Wall of Desperation?" Commander Mormon asked Zhao Mai to sit down on the chair, and he brought another hand beside the fire. He took off his thick black cloak, stuffed himself into the chair, and then put his hand on the fire. "I have been here for decades, and I have been there many times on the other side. Let me tell you, except for ice and snow, savages and death, there is nothing there."

"I still want to go over and take a look." Zhao Mai could only answer this way.

Old Xiong's head was bare and shiny. When he sat next to the fireplace, it seemed as if there were flames dancing on his head. He was no longer young and believed to be close to sixty. The years had dyed his beard and temples white, but his eyes were still as bright as when he was in his prime.

"I don't understand a little." Old Xiong bent down, took off his boots, and then put his feet and boots on the stove to bake them, so that they could raise white smoke. Zhao Mai thought about it and followed suit. Four legs were side by side, but only two of Old Xiong's breathing white mist.

Mormon sucked his nose and said, "Not long ago, I received an equally curious guy. Tyrion Lannister, respecting the queen's younger brother. He also said he wanted to go to the Great Wall of Desperate, and I told him that the Great Wall of Desperate requires more support from the king and the queen. We lack supplies, weapons and armor, and the most important thing is the lack of manpower. Let me tell you, although most of them were criminals before, there are good boys outside now, training them is not easy. It would be great if there were knights or people who had received knight training."

"I am bluntly speaking, it is difficult for the knights to participate enthusiastically if they do not marry and have children."

"Of course I know, but you can't try it." Mr. Xiong said: "Since you have been here thousands of miles away, I can't let you go back without seeing anything. You can go to the Great Wall to see, and I can even have someone accompany you. But after you have seen it, you can turn back. The warm south is suitable for dreaming. In this ice and snowy place, dreaming will freeze to death."

"I can help you," Zhao Mai said, "I can use my services to make you change your mind."

"Then join the Night Watcher. I don't have aristocratic heralds and family emblems on you. And if you need a woman, you can actually go to Mole Village, as long as I don't catch it." Mr. Xiong rubbed his hands, his face, and then scratched his scalp. "As long as you can follow the oath when you need it, I can't force too much."

This was a dead cycle, and Mr. Xiong went around and refused to agree to him. Zhao Mai talked with Mr. Xiong for a while and found that the old man was quite stubborn and seemed to have no change of his mind. And if he continued to talk about it, he might become more and more alert. If Mr. Xiong said, "You should not think about going to the Great Wall in your life", then wouldn't everything be over?

Don't be in a hurry, Zhao Mai immediately changed his words: "I have learned medical skills with Bachelor Ke Meng from Eagle Nest City for a period of time, and claim that he has good skills. If you allow it, I can help Bachelor Yi Meng and continue to study. If you are idle here every day, it will be too boring, and I have to find something to do."

"You can do whatever you want. If you want to make me agree, I can accept this practice and see how you perform. But if you dare to hurt Bachelor Yimeng, even if he makes him sneeze that he shouldn't have, I will cut you in half and throw it over the Great Wall of Desperation."

"Hey, this is the spirit of the commander-in-chief of the Night Watch." Zhao Mai gave a thumbs up, "Your territory, listen to you."

He was about to go out when he heard the sound of rapid footsteps outside. The thick voice of the acting Ranger chief Sir Jeremy Lake sounded with three knocks on the door: "Master Commander, the brother who went to the Heart Tree to swore has discovered something, I think you should come and have a look."

"I'll come now!" Xiong Lai squatted down, put on his socks, put on his boots, and put on his cloak. "I should be an old man, but the cold here seems to keep it fresh. Hey, I'm still busy all day."

"I'll go with you?"

"Take it down. You are not a night watchman!" Mr. Xiong waved his hand and picked up his sword from the fireplace. It was a well-made long sword, decorated with a sculpture of a bear's head as the hilt. It looked like it had been through many years of storms and could be regarded as an antique. Zhao Mai knew that it was a sword cast by Valyrian steel, priceless. It is said that only the best blacksmith can cast this weapon with the help of the flames of the demon dragon. In today's world, when the dragon was "extinct", it was said that only the best blacksmith could cast this weapon with the help of the flames of the demon dragon.

God, every Valyrian steel weapon is precious. Not to mention its powerful killing ability when fighting against the White Walkers, just say that it is extremely light, sharp, strong, and will not rust. These four are enough for swordsmen all over the world to break their heads and fight for it. Even the Lannister family, which is known as the most wealthy, is resentful because they do not have a Valyrian weapon. Duke Tywin Lannister has always sought a hand to keep it as a heirloom for his son.

"You go and find Master Yimeng, just tell him that it was what I said. Let you help him and treat it as your food and accommodation fee here. But you have to find a way for your horse to eat."

"Okay." Zhao Mai knew that this was the order to expel the guests, so he came out of the canteen that was temporarily used as a reception room.

There were many people standing in the yard, Jon and Sam were both there, and then Jon's white dire wolf "Bai Ling" also stood in the yard. If it stood up, its nose could reach Zhao Mai's head, and it could continue to grow, it was definitely a magical creature. When Zhao Mai squeezed over from Sir Lake, Bai Ling looked at him with a pair of blood-red eyes, and kept roaring warnings in his throat.

"Hehe, I'm not an enemy." Zhao Mai stretched out his hand, and the force of nature burst out from him. Even the slow Samwell felt a gentle breeze blowing his face, as if he had returned to the warmth of the four seasons as spring, and under the grape trellis at home.

Jon suddenly thought of the wolf forest next to Winterfell. He rode his horse and his brother Robb to gallop in the summer wind, and was hunting competition. They would fight against the grass under the shade of trees with wooden swords, and each had his own role. Sometimes it was the Dawn Sword Saint, sometimes it was the Light Messenger Azor, and sometimes it was Prince Rega and King Robert.

Bai Ling felt the natural force and gradually calmed down. It walked forward gently, approached with its nose, smelled Zhao Mai's fingers, then licked it with its tongue with small thorns, swayed its tail and then returned to its owner's side to sit down obediently.

"I haven't seen anyone Bai Ling be so friendly to?" Jon reached out to Zhao Mai: "Hello, my name is Jon Snow. Samwell Talley is next to me."

"Hello, I'm Mike, just call me that." Zhao Mai shook with him friendly, then grabbed Sam's hand and said, "Everyone needs a good Sam. Frodo Baggins, Steve Rogers, Dean Winchester and Jon Snow."
Chapter completed!