Chapter 633 Naked Garen, Wait for Endless! Ψ(? *`?′ * )??

"Huh? Tibbers..."

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"Why do I suddenly feel as if someone I know is calling my name? It's so strange... Who could it be?"

∑(△｀)? !

In the cracks of the chaotic crystal wall world between the countless space barriers in the void of the plane, little Annie suddenly felt that someone was calling her name, but... think about those who returned to the world of Azeroth last time. Trouble, she hesitated again...

She's not a firefighter, and she's not one of those Pokémon that pop up with a single yell. Why should she be summoned if something happens?

(have no idea…….)

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"Hmph! Find a hidden place to sleep first, and wait until I wake up!!"

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Annie doesn't want to be like a Pokémon this time, so she decided this time: first release her little white interstellar tourist battleship "Xiaobai" to a place between the crystal walls of this plane. Sleep well in this place, and when she wakes up, if she still remembers this, she will definitely follow the source of the calling prayer and find some unlucky guy!

As for now...

She, Queen Anne, is very busy and has no time! !

o(^｀)o Humph!

At night, in the spacious and dark hall of the duke's castle in Winterfell in the north, Sansa Stark, the temporary 'Queen' of Winterfell, and the leaders of various families, lords, knights of the valley, etc. A meeting is held where torches and lamps are lit.

Because, Sansa's brother Bran, who has a broken leg, saw the new situation again, and he also used those magical ravens that can automatically find the way and send messages to the Seven Kingdoms, the Dragon Mother of Dragonstone Island, and the students. Letters were sent to all important places such as the city, telling of the terrifying tide and the terrible news of the approaching winter!

Therefore, they must now discuss an effective countermeasure for this, otherwise... Once the White Walkers army goes south, the Winterfell City, the largest city in the north that blocks the only way for the White Walkers to go south, will be destroyed. There is no chance of escape!

After all, Winterfell is just south of the Great Wall and north of the White Blade River, occupying the main traffic route from the north to the south. No matter what, they cannot avoid those White Walkers who want to go south, they have no choice.

"etc!"

"Miss Sansa Stark! I believe what your brother Bran Stark saw about the White Walkers going south, and that he did have a special way of seeing all of that... because, myself I have also seen the existence of those monsters with my own eyes, and that is a terrible fact that no one can deny!"

"But, we want to know now, where the hell is Jon Snow now?!"

In the darkness, a man stood in front of Sansa Stark who was sitting on the main seat, and loudly refuted the other party's decree. Obviously, he has a lot of opinions on the hosting of Winterfell by this Sansa, and he has no respect for the other party at all.

"He said that he went to the south to look for the Fire Dragon Queen, and it has been a long time, but why has it been so long, and why has he not heard anything about such a big event now, and he has not seen him back?! "

"Where is he now?!"

"He is the King of the North, so he should stay in the North, because we believe in him and expect him to lead us to defend the North, the Great Wall, and the land under our feet! So, Ms. Sansa... we actually You were not chosen to rule us, dear Lady Stark..."

"You can't represent Jon, and you can't give us orders! So I refuse your order just now. I don't want to lead my troops to the Great Wall without reinforcements now!!"

After the bearded man in black robe finished speaking, he sat back down with some resentment.

Obviously, at this critical moment of panic, he didn't really trust this dainty-looking young lady of the Stark family.

He prefers to believe that Jon who fought with them in the north, outside the Great Wall with the White Walkers and the wildlings, and took down this Winterfell together!

"..."

"No, sir! My opinion is exactly the opposite of yours!"

"You're right, we did not choose Miss Sansa to rule us, but I always feel that, compared to Jon...Miss Sansa may be the most suitable person to be the master of Winterfell, the one who truly The King of the North in the sense of the word!"

After everyone was silent for a while, another old noble who didn't know whether it was a knight or a lord spoke.

Although, that Jon Snow contributed a lot to the victory of this Winterfell city, but... Jurisprudentially speaking, only Eddard Stark, the original Duke of Winterfell and guardian of the northern border, can inherit the position of Eddard Stark. The direct descendants of the Stark family!

But now, when Robb Stark was killed on the "Blood Wedding", Rickon Stark was also shot to death by Ramsay Bolton, and Bran Stark was disabled with both legs, the most suitable Miss Sansa Stark is the only one who inherits the Stark family!

She is the best candidate, bar none!

As for Jon Snow, the other party was originally the commander of the Night Watchman, and he was also an illegitimate child. No matter it was the oath or his identity, it was a great stain!

Therefore, compared with Miss Sansa, he actually has no advantage at all!

And if it weren't for the support of the wildlings and the Night Watchmen on the Great Wall in the north, and after they captured Winterfell, they pardoned all the crimes of the Ned Umber and Alice Stark families, they would have bought a lot of them. In terms of people's hearts, he, Jon Snow, will not become the new King of the North so easily.

But now, that Jon Snow has already gone out to contact the so-called reinforcements with a wink. He has been gone for more than a month, no one is alive or dead, and no news is sent back. Then... Now it is only natural that Miss Sansa Stark should inherit the position of Duke of Winterfell and Guardian of the North, and become the new King of the North!

Only when the blood of the other party, the direct line of the Stark family, sits in this position, can everyone be convinced! Of course, it has nothing to do with him whether the little girl on the other side can successfully keep this position, secure the throne of King of the North and guard Winterfell.

He just expresses his personal opinions and respects legal principles. As for other things, he doesn't need to care about them.

"That's right!"

"The knights of the valley are only willing to fight under the gray ice wolf banner of the Stark family, and we are only loyal to the Stark family! Also, we all came to Winterfell because of your call, respected Sansa Lady Stark, the Knights of the Vale are willing to obey your orders!!"

Seeing that everyone had different opinions, after discussing for a long time, they still could not come up with a reasonable and effective plan. Another nobleman from the valley also stood up and expressed his willingness to support Sansa Stark to become the real leader of Winterfell. The master, who became the king of the North, issued orders on behalf of Jon Snow, who has not returned so far, and led everyone to prepare for the coming winter.

He felt that this was the only way to do it!

"I also agree that Ms. Sansa will become our new queen. No matter how you look at it, she is the most suitable candidate!"

"I agree!"

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!!"

"Wait, if you really want to do this, what should Lord Jon Snow do? The savages only recognize him! If the king of the north is replaced, what will we do if those savages start to make trouble again? manage?"

"Those savages? Hmph! They are currently stationed at the East China Sea Watch on the Great Wall, so we don't have to worry about their thoughts!"

"Right!"

"..."

"But they have a lot of people, if they leave the Great Wall and come to make trouble, it's always bad..."

"There are quite a few people in our Winterfell city now!"

"Okay! The White Ghost Legion is heading south. It will probably take about a month at most. They will almost reach the north of the Great Wall by then. Do you still want to fight among yourself at this time?!"

"..."

"snort!"

"No matter what you say, we must not directly surpass Lord Jon and support Miss Sansa..."

"But we have been discussing like this, it's been a few days, and it's not always a problem!"

"..."

Soon, the hall of the Duke of Winterfell's castle became lively again as it did a few days ago.

Because of disagreements, and the people they are willing to pledge their allegiance to are not the same, and Jon Snow, the newly promoted King of the North, is not here in Winterfell, and Sansa Stark, as the acting queen, Although he has the most orthodox bloodline, but due to insufficient prestige and strength, the execution of the issued orders is greatly reduced.

So, now it has naturally evolved into this terrible appearance...

"Please be quiet!"

"My lords, I am very grateful for your great love for me. The lord just now said well that Jon is our king, and I, Sansa Stark, is only acting as his agent. Regarding this point, there is absolutely no way in the short term. Nothing will change! So, since he did what he thought was right, we should support him!"

"There is no need to discuss my matter at present... because we have more important matters! Now, let's continue to discuss our previous topic... We all know that the aliens that Bran saw are going south The ghost army, their number is at least more than 100,000, or even more..."

"So, what are we going to do now?!"

Sansa stretched out her hand to signal the people who were once again making noise and arguing about some unimportant matters to be quiet. After frowning for a while and organizing her words, Sansa once again brought out this entanglement and couldn’t reach a consensus. question.

Although, she, Sansa, did think about turning herself, the temporary 'surrogate queen', into a regular, becoming the master of Winterfell and the real king of the North! But... She also knows that her prestige is not enough, and she cannot have enough hardcore supporters like her illegitimate brother Jon...

Now those who keep saying that they are willing to support themselves, who knows what their real thoughts are? She, Sansa, has suffered and been betrayed enough over the years that she will not choose to believe them lightly!

Therefore, she does not have any extravagant hopes for the proposal of being king now.

In fact, she is now able to give orders in a real sense, and is willing to obey her own orders, instead of someone who reluctantly obeys because of her own identity or her brother Jon's sake, it seems that only a few days ago That Galen of unknown origin rescued from the wolf forest?

Anyway...

She, Sansa, had an intuition that if there were some turmoil in Winterfell again, probably only the so-called General Garen whom she had just hired and a very small number of people would be willing to protect her, right?

As for the others... Whether it was Littlefinger Petyr Baelish, or the noble knights in front of her who said they were willing to be loyal to her, she didn't quite believe it.

It's ironic, isn't it?

After she, Sansa Stark, experienced a series of changes and returned to Winterfell, in the end, what she was most willing to believe, and dared to believe, would be a person of unknown origin, who did not seem to belong to any kingdom, and This stranger who has nothing to do with Westeros...

"..."

"Okay, let's continue with the topic just now..."

"Oh... it must be another long night..."

"However, I'm a little curious, why Jon hasn't written back to us?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's because it's cold and the snow is too heavy for the ravens to fly?"

"Let's talk about the Legion of the Dead? They have at least 100,000 or more, but our soldiers in the north and those savages add up to less than 20,000!"

"We need to recruit more soldiers and knights!"

"Recruitment? Humph! If only we had that time..."

"We still have night watchmen..."

"Night watchman? Are you kidding me! What is the use of the current night watchman army? How many of those exiled prisoners are still capable of fighting in Castle Black?"

"I heard that they can't even beat the wildlings..."

"..."

"So, Lord Jon's approach to go south to Dragonstone Island is correct! All the troops in our northern border combined are no match for the White Walkers Legion. We have no other better way than to get support from the southern countries... ...There is no need for everyone to continue discussing this matter, we are actually wasting time!"

"makes sense……"

"But before our King of the North comes back, what should we do? We can't just wait for others to help us in Winterfell. We have to think about it and do something ourselves first." What!"

"..."

Soon, even under the illumination of a large number of oil lamps, the hall of the Duke's Castle, which was not too bright, became lively again... The lords and nobles from different territories and families once again quarreled loudly up.

After seeing this again, Sansa who was sitting on the main seat stretched out her hand and rubbed her swollen temple lightly with some headaches.

She knew that today... there would definitely be nothing meaningful to discuss again.

...

"Oh! What an interesting native!"

Outside the door of the hall, Galen was holding a clay jug of ale, and while drinking this extremely low-alcohol, original alcoholic drink of the primitive race like a drink, he leaned against the door and watched with great interest. Inside, the so-called 'Queen' of Sansa and her vassals discuss 'homeland' politics.

Their Federation of Heroes has three races, countless planets, and a population of trillions, but as a result, it takes no more than three hours for their Federation's government orders to be discussed and implemented; and military orders are even faster. Actions or possible actions, the response force will receive relevant orders to dispatch troops within a minute!

Although it was done with the help of relevant intelligent programs and a more efficient quick-response staff department, these indigenous people have been discussing the cold weapon battle of hundreds of thousands of people for several days, which is too inefficient a little?

"Hello, Mr. Galen!"

"Why do you stay outside all the time, why don't you go in and sit down?"

At this time, Littlefinger Petyr Baelish was also holding an oak cup. While drinking the fine wine in it, he pretended to walk up to Galen's side inadvertently. Then, while asking to get close, he followed the example of the other party. Leaning comfortably against the dark castle wall, he turned his head to look at the noble lords in the hall who were still arguing and the 'queen' Sansa who was struggling.

Pretending to look inside for a while, he smiled again, and looked at the person next to him who was rescued by Sansa. It is said that he was hired as a bodyguard to protect Galen?

I don't know why, but Littlefinger Petyr Baelish always feels...something is wrong with this guy called Galen... Whether it's his personal temperament, his usual gestures, or even his accent, he doesn't match him. People from all countries in Westeros are different!

he……

Some don't understand each other's details!

Anyway, the other party suddenly appeared by Sansa's side. Not only was he tall, mighty and handsome, but he also acted differently, and seemed to be valued by the increasingly independent Sansa? Therefore, after combining these things, he successfully made his little finger feel a little threatened and saw the kind of bad signs that he didn't want to see.

He even had some doubts, was this Galen the lover Sansa had found?

If that's the case, then he himself has to make preparations early! It was with great difficulty that he took advantage of Jon's absence and worked hard to complete the layout quietly here in Winterfell. He was still a little far from success, and he couldn't let it be destroyed casually.

"Hello, Mr. Petyr Baelish..."

After Galen glanced at the native, he waved his hands lazily and indifferently.

"It's useless to go in and listen. I don't understand or be interested in those things, let alone talk."

He, Galen, is the fleet commander of Hewen Star, the capital of the Hero Federation in the Koprulu sector. He has tens of thousands of warships and hundreds of millions of various military personnel. How can he be in the mood to discuss with these natives? People's kind of cold weapon 'play house' battle?

It's not that Galen is bragging, if you give him a set of cmc armor and an old-style c-14 'spike' electromagnetic Gauss rifle, as long as you have enough ammunition and his big sword, he One person can sweep the continent of Westeros!

As for those races that are said to have more than 100,000 different ghosts, they are even more ignored by him!

Hundreds of thousands of dollars are nothing more than a few shots from the battleships under his command... Although he can't contact the Koprulu sector now, and he doesn't know the specific way to go back, but it can't stop him from despising these ignorant backwards the natives.

Because, Galen is well-informed and has a high level of vision!

Not only has he visited almost the entire universe of the Koprulu star sector and the world of Mass Effect, he has seen countless primitive lives and planets, and he has been in a high position in the Federation all year round. ?

A group of backward and ignorant natives were fighting on an equally backward planet. He really couldn't arouse his curiosity! So, he really doesn't have the slightest interest in what the so-called 'nobles' discuss inside!

Of course, it's not that there is no interest at all?

most……

Is it just a glance from time to time, the beautiful Queen Sansa inside?

Seriously, this is what Galen thinks is the most beautiful thing in this native primitive world!

Here, there are natural beauties who have not undergone any plastic surgery, makeup, genetic modification, partial perfect repair and skin rejuvenation. They are not comparable to the artificial beauties that are currently popular in the Koprulu sector. of!

That kind of pure natural beauty, even if there are some flaws, is the best thing!

Of course, now Galen doesn't have the idea of ​​hooking up with a girl, he just appreciates it! During the few days he came here, he was really fed up with the wildness and backwardness of this world. He just wanted to go back soon, not the simple queen who hooked up with other people's homes here!

Think about how he quietly stole a roll of parchment from that Sansa to go to the bathroom two days ago... But in the end, he was still considered a spy by the other party, and he almost got arrested without calling someone?

In the end, he talked all kinds of things, and he finally explained clearly, making the two sisters believe that he was indeed stealing to wipe his ass, and that he was really not a spy from another country... Then, naturally, he did not use stones to go to the latrine but Galen. The matter of using paper allowed him to gain the strange eyes of two beauties of all sizes.

So, now Galen didn't dare to steal other people's precious parchments with documents written on them, but began to use those linen sheets... Then, naturally, Galen helplessly Discovered that the meager salary he had advanced in advance could hardly even afford the cloth to wipe his butt? !

Goodness see...

Galen never thought that one day, he would be troubled by such a thing?

And if it wasn't for that Queen Sansa really kept her promise and provided food and shelter for herself as a mercenary, maybe Galen would have gone bankrupt early and lived on the streets because of the problem of going to the toilet. ?

Therefore, Galen, who was unconsciously distracted while talking to Petyr Baelish, just stared sideways at the inside, and then kept slandering in his heart, thinking about his own Things, wondering whether I still have a chance to return to the Koprulu star area, to return to my own civilized society?

After only a few days in this backward and ignorant primitive world, Galen really had enough!

He is really not used to living in this ignorant and backward world where there is no entertainment, no pastimes, bad food, bad clothes, bad housing...you basically rely on walking when going out, shaking to keep warm, and roaring to communicate.

He wants to go back and enjoy the high-quality life of general privileges...

It was hard for him to pay off his debts. How could he be exiled to this wild world at such a critical time to be wronged? !

"..."

"She's beautiful, isn't she?"

Of course Littlefinger Petyr Baelish also saw Galen's expression. When he found that Galen was staring blankly at the pretty figure in meditation in the hall under the lights, Littlefinger's heart skipped a beat. Pretending to be indifferent, he patted the other party's shoulder hard, forcibly drawing the other party's attention back, and then asked jokingly.

"It's beautiful..."

Galen, who didn't know what the other party meant, nodded generously in agreement.

After all, in the human culture of the Commonwealth of Heroes in the Koprulu sector, it is very polite to praise a lady for her beauty, and there is nothing to hide.

"..."

really!

Squinting his eyes slightly, some sinister thoughts flashed in Littlefinger's eyes, but he hid it well and still smiled on the surface.

"If I can't go back, maybe I will pursue her?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Galen thought about it seriously. He thought, if he really wanted to stay in this place for hundreds of years until he died of old age, maybe he would really start a family here.

Of course, it hasn't reached that level yet, and he doesn't want to think about those terrible things yet.

"Oh? You... go back? Where are you going?"

An inexplicable light flashed in Littlefinger's eyes, and he pretended to ask casually.

"Of course it is my country!"

"..."

"Your country? Where is it? Which of the Seven Kingdoms is it?"

"neither……"

"Forget it, you don't even understand!"

"..."

"Tell me? Maybe I can really help you?"

Although Littlefinger Petyr Baelish doesn't quite understand the saying of "knowing yourself, knowing your enemy, winning every battle, winning every battle", he knows that if you want to deal with or use anyone, you must first know the details of the other party, and you will always be right.

"No! It's useless!"

"With my affairs, no one can help me except the bastards of our Federal Academy of Sciences, or our great head of state!"

Yes, Galen only expects the Federal Academy of Sciences to make a breakthrough in the research of space gems, and then find himself in time? But...he also knew that it was just an extravagant wish, it was a series in his lifetime, something he didn't dare to think about in his life!

Instead of having hope for those procrastinators in the research institute, it's better to pray that their Anne head of state accidentally ran into this world and found him Galen!

Of course, this matter must be very remote. In short, he has been troubled by it for several days, even more troubled than the Sansa "Queen" who pretended to listen carefully to the discussion of her subjects...

However, Galen will not give up!

And he, Galen, also decided: wait for a year or so to see if the broken stone will recover by itself? If the shitty thing can be recovered, maybe he still has a chance to go back?

"Federal Academy of Sciences? Your Excellency?"

Littlefinger Petyr Baelish was a little confused, he understood every word the other party said, but why he didn't quite understand after connecting them together? This strange guy, what does the other party want to say? !

"Look! I just told you what you don't understand!"

Galen shook his head, picked up the clay pot in his hand, and took a sip... His affairs, these ignorant and backward natives, definitely couldn't understand. 2k reading network