A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

Although it is not completely correct, Renly now feels like a fake meets a real one. Facing the old knight who is quietly looking at him, the surprise on his face is revealed without any concealment.

He is obviously a noble from the Westerlands, how come he is from the Reach?

The Reach is the Reach, why are you still an Osgrey?

Osgrey is fine, but you actually...

His expression did not make the old knight feel strange. Under the river bank covered by moonlight, he said to Renly: "As far as I know, my brother did not leave any offspring, including illegitimate children."

Renly opened his mouth, but the other party did not interrupt the conversation, but asked and answered himself with hesitation.

"But I was only in my teens when he died, so I think even if he had illegitimate children, I would not know. It's just that you don't look like him at all, except for this golden hair."

The old knight said, and suddenly shook his head.

"Maybe your maternal caste suppressed my brother's bloodline. It's no wonder that our bloodline is always easily suppressed after marriage." He sighed and looked at the big blond man in front of him with a stunned face, and his tone was low.

"I can't be sure that you are really his descendant, and no one here can confirm your identity. But I don't think you are deliberately disguising yourself. Those who know my real surname have long died, or it is impossible to tell others. I don't think there will be enemies who know this and use it against me."

He said, smiling self-deprecatingly.

"Besides, what value can a ruined church knight have to target?"

...

So what do you mean?

Renly felt that the person in front of him seemed to be more entangled than himself, and this made him feel less embarrassed, and he secretly thought about how to solve the current situation.

However, in this situation, silence seems to be the best way to deal with it, so he just stared at the other party without blinking, as if he had not recovered yet, and said nothing.

Seeing this, the old knight smiled instead.

"You are very good, Lemon. The two shepherds you found helped us a lot."

"But as you said before, there may be a fight, so go join them, take up arms to protect yourself and these innocent people."

"This world is full of dangers. In addition to praying devoutly, we can only hold our weapons tightly."

After he finished speaking, he patted Renly on the shoulder and then turned and left.

The back looked a little bleak.

...

So he just left like that?

Looking at the old knight's back in a daze, Renly felt complicated.

Originally, he carefully selected a disguised identity to get close to him, thinking that there would not be too many mistakes, but he ended up going straight to the other party's house.

After being "exposed" at the beginning, he even instinctively prepared to escape, but now it seems...

After retracting his gaze, Renly frowned and pondered for a while, and finally decided to stay put.

Obviously, from what the old knight said, he hoped that his eldest brother could have such a descendant, but it seemed that he was skeptical about Renly's identity, so he seemed very entangled.

This situation was very passive, and Renly felt that he could not grasp it, but he also saw a hint of a simpler way from it...

"If it doesn't work, we'll talk about it later."

Thinking thoughtfully, he looked at the flowing river beside him.

This river called the Blackwater River became deeper as it went south. It was very shallow at the beginning, but now it seemed to be more than half a person's height. In other words, after it got deeper, he could completely rush into this river when he encountered danger, and then rely on it to advance or retreat.

"You can't believe in rumors."

With emotion, Renly squatted down and put his hand into the slightly turbid river. After shaking under the cold water for a while, a yellow-spotted trout swam over quickly and was then grabbed by him.

Since awakening the mutated Valyrian bloodline, he has not had the opportunity to try some of these ways.

…

The next day, Renly took the initiative to find the bearded man, one of the three core members of the Poor People's Gathering yesterday, and expressed his desire to join.

The other party did not refuse, but welcomed him with a big laugh.

Then Renly was given a tempered wooden spear, the tip of which was charred and looked extremely simple.

But this is normal. As the name suggests, the Poor People's Gathering is a militia organization formed by a group of poor but devout people, similar to the Beggars' Gang, and its other name, the Star Knights, sounds mysterious, but in fact, this name just means that the members of the gathering are as numerous as the stars in the sky.

There are about seventy members of the gathering in the team. They are responsible for protecting the slow-moving team to arrive at King's Landing smoothly, but in addition to being vigilant around the road, they actually have to participate in training.

After Renly joined, he was assigned to the front of the team, responsible for clearing the way with some fellow gathering members, and naturally needed to train with others in his spare time.

He was very keen on training, but he didn't know much about weapons like spears. He only knew how to use a dagger in close combat, which was obviously different from using a spear.

However, relying on his own skills, he had a lot of "combat experience", so he fought well with a young black-haired companion during the first training.

The sound of sticks clashing rang out, and the footsteps were steady as they moved forward and backward along the river bank. The dozen or so members of the gathering who had come to watch because of the new member's joining looked at each other in bewilderment.

Finally, one of the three leaders of the gathering, the bearded man, couldn't help but shout.

"You are using a spear, Lemon, not a stick! I mean, although you are holding a practice stick, you should treat it as a spear!"

He instructed loudly: "Use the pointed end to stab your enemy to kill him, instead of using it to hit his head. Damn it, Lemon, you can use it to hit your head, but you have to use the pointed end to stab the enemy to draw blood! It's also easier to kill the enemy!"

Renly nodded honestly after hearing this, and then began to try to use the tip of the spear against the enemy according to the instructions of the bearded man.

The black-haired tall and thin man who fought with him had a lot of experience in using this kind of spear, but he was not superb. He was obviously confused by Renly's unconventional attack before, and was even led to use the spear as a stick in the end.

However, when Renly began to attack the enemy with the spear tip, he quickly gained the upper hand.

Renly was forced to retreat step by step.

The long weapon in his hand made him feel uncomfortable. At the same time, the spear tip had a narrow striking area and was always blocked. He always wanted to swing the spear at the opponent as a stick, but he was hesitant because he wanted to stab people with the spear tip. In this case, his combat effectiveness was obviously affected.

However, if he didn't know how to do it, he had to learn it. If he didn't learn it, he would never learn it. So he began to concentrate on observing the enemy's every move, and his mind was turning rapidly while he kept retreating.

So he saw that the number of times he stabbed with the spear in his hand began to decrease, focusing on entanglement and blocking the enemy's attack, and every time he stabbed and attacked, he could cause the opponent to be in a mess.

This ability to learn quickly surprised the more than ten members of the gathering who were watching, and also caused a lot of discussion.

During the practice, Renly found that the old knight was watching silently outside the crowd, which made him secretly feel that there was a chance, so he performed more hard.

On the day he joined the gathering, he had mastered the spear mastery level 1, so he was able to use this weapon in a proper manner.

On the second day, he was able to fight back and forth with his opponent, as if they were evenly matched.

Unfortunately, before something he had hoped for happened, on the morning of the third day, a group of cavalry suddenly attacked them.

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