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Chapter 510 A Place Further Than the Trembling Sea
"A human marvel against the White Walkers, the strongest northern defense line for the living, is this all it is?"

Looking at the so-called Black Castle before him, Li Shimin felt somewhat disappointed.

He had only read the plot summary of Game of Thrones before, and originally thought it was a truly epic human history, but he never expected it to be so childish.

Let alone the Han Dynasty now that it's been given a cheat code, even the Tang Dynasty in his previous life, any random, unknown pass would probably be larger than this!
Of course, putting Castle Black aside, the Wall itself is still quite awe-inspiring.

Li Shimin turned his gaze to the magnificent Great Wall, which resembled a vast, icy python.

According to the original text, the Great Wall of Despair stretches for more than 480 miles, with its highest point reaching nearly 200 meters in height. It is entirely constructed of ice, snow, and giant rocks, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, making it extremely sturdy.

Even at its narrowest point, there was still a path wide enough for twelve knights to charge side by side.

Such a magnificent building could not have been constructed by human hands. Li Shimin's eyes shone with divine light, penetrating the walls, and he indeed saw densely packed mysterious runes among the ice blocks and boulders.

"This must be the magic and spells of this world..."

He gazed thoughtfully at the towering ice wall ahead, and after a moment's thought, he descended from the sky and landed on the ground.

The reason is simple: the spell contains a power that prevents flight, which should be designed to guard against some mysterious force. Only creatures that can fly with their physical bodies without the aid of supernatural powers can cross over from above.

Of course, with Li Shimin's current strength, he could completely ignore such a weak restriction.

However, this will inevitably provoke resistance from the spell, and if the resistance is even slightly strong, it might damage this rare human wonder.

With this in mind, Li Shimin decided to walk to Black Castle.

Before he even got close, the night watchmen on the city wall spotted him.

It was a burly, one-armed man. Although he was missing an arm, his eyes were sharp and his demeanor was sharp. He was clearly a seasoned veteran, far superior to the two black-clad knights he had seen before.

Upon seeing someone approaching from King's Road, the one-armed man frowned slightly and immediately raised his arm, signaling the other person to stop.

But then he saw the young man's golden robes, a luxurious fabric he had never seen before in his life. Even in the most prosperous King's Landing, it was estimated that only the most distinguished noble lords could afford such a garment.

"Could it be... nobles who received the news and came to provide assistance?"

The one-armed man's heart stirred. He looked up and found that there were no soldiers following behind him.

This left the one-armed man on the city wall extremely puzzled, but the golden-robed youth's attire and his imposing aristocratic aura were absolutely unmistakable.

After a moment's thought, the one-armed man didn't dare to be negligent. He turned around and gestured to his companion to pull up the city gate.

"Rumble--"

With a creaking sound, the heavy city gate rumbled and rose, opening a leaf before the golden-robed youth.

The one-armed man, fully armed, led three or four Night's Watchmen out of the city gate. They bowed respectfully, then cautiously probed:

"Honorable guest, please allow me to offer you my greetings today."

"It is my honor to meet such a distinguished person as you here. If you would be so kind as to tell me, I am eager to know which esteemed person I am speaking with..."

The awkward yet polite words spoken by the one-armed man revealed his identity before joining the Night's Watch; he must have been a fallen nobleman.

Li Shimin glanced at him calmly, then said indifferently:
"You just opened the door like that?"

"..."

The one-armed man was slightly taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, the golden-robed youth in front of him strode into the city gate on his own.

"Go and inform the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch to come to me."

Why do I need to see the Commander-in-Chief right away?
The one-armed man was startled and quickly led his men to follow Li Shimin, saying respectfully, "Honorable guest, you may not be familiar with the situation at Black Castle, but I have an obligation to inform you—"

"Months ago, Lord Commander Mormont led a large number of Night's Watch brothers out of the castle to the north to investigate the movements of the Wildlings and the White Walkers."

"Since the Commander-in-Chief has not yet returned, if you wish to see him, you will likely have to travel north of the Great Wall..."

Li Shimin paused, glanced at him, and asked, "Is Mormont still the commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch?"

The one-armed man was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."

That should be pretty much confirmed; the current timeline should be the Night's Watch's first expedition beyond the Wall.

During their first investigation, they appeared to have encountered an attack by White Walkers and an army of the dead.

As for the exact location of the attack...

Li Shimin thought carefully, but he couldn't find the exact coordinates in his memory.

But it's okay, we can ask Xiaofeng later and find out.

Thinking of this, he turned around and looked calmly at the one-armed man, saying:
"Then tell me, who is in charge of Black Castle now?"

"..."

The one-armed man and his companions exchanged glances. After a moment's hesitation, his expression hardened, and he respectfully extended his hand, saying, "Please follow me!"

……

……

About five minutes later, Li Shimin saw a bald old man curled up in a chair in the wooden fortress under the crow's nest.

He had a emaciated body, almost as if he were dying, his aged face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were covered with a white film like glass, so he could no longer see.

“Scholar Aemon…”

Li Shimin looked at the old man in front of him with great interest.

In the world of Game of Thrones, there is a neutral yet powerful academic organization called The Citadel.

Anyone who wins a mathematician's necklace in the City of Cult will be stripped of their surname and referred to only by their first name and title.

Maester Aemon was a maester who abandoned his surname, but Li Shimin had read the plot synopsis and knew that the old man's full secular name was actually Aemon Targaryen.

That's right, it's the Targaryens, the dragon family from Game of Thrones, who can control dragons!

Although Maester Aemon abandoned his surname and chose to join the Night's Watch as a maester, the blood of the Targaryen family still flowed in his veins.

In addition, he had served more than ten commanders-in-chief of the Night's Watch in the past, and was himself a learned and elderly scholar, making him one of the talents that Li Shimin was most interested in in this world.

This is why Li Shimin treated Scholar Imon differently from others.

"When I heard that a distinguished guest had come from the south to visit Black Castle, I thought that the kings of the south had finally turned their attention to the north..."

Maester Aemon spoke slowly, his movements trembling slightly, "But it seems that things are not going as smoothly as I had imagined."

"Distinguished guests who have traveled from afar!"

Maester Aemon said sincerely, “Please forgive my rudeness—I would like to know what purpose you have come to Westeros, and why you have come alone to visit the Night's Watch?”

Arriving in Westeros?

Upon hearing this, the one-armed man and others guarding Scholar Imon were startled. They instinctively grabbed their sword hilts and looked at Li Shimin with astonishment and vigilance.

Li Shimin paid no heed to their vigilance.

He raised an eyebrow and looked calmly at Maester Aemon, saying:
"How did you determine that I am not a Westeros?"

"I have met people from all over the world."

Maester Imon said softly, “But I can’t hear your accent at all. I can only be sure that your native language is a very steady language.”

"Oh?"

Li Shimin became interested and looked at Scholar Imon with great interest.

To be fair, when it comes to composure and calmness, the Chinese language has never lost out to anyone!
The Maester Aemon could discern something from his accent, which showed that he was indeed a calm and wise man.

"I must say, your hearing is incredibly sharp!"

Li Shimin smiled faintly and said, "That's right, I am not from any of the seven kingdoms, nor do I come from any place you are familiar with!"

“Then you underestimate Maester Aemon!” the one-armed man beside him said in a deep voice. “Maester Aemon is over a hundred years old, and his knowledge and wisdom are unmatched. Even if you come from outside Westeros, you cannot…”

"Donald, don't be rude!"

Maester Aemon suddenly spoke, calling out to Donald, and then said tremblingly, "Indeed, I have never been to very far places in my life, but thanks to books, I know a little about things outside of Westeros."

"However, since you dared to make such a judgment, you must have already taken my situation into consideration..."

Li Shimin said with great interest, "Continue."

Maester Aemon paused for a moment, then slowly said, "The great navigator Corlys Valerian once led his fleet to explore many seas that the Westeros had never ventured into."

"But even he only reached the Thousand Islands before turning back."

"And since him, no one in the world has dared to cross the Trembling Sea—could it be that you come from the other side of the Trembling Sea?"

what? !

The one-armed man named Donald looked astonished and couldn't help but turn his gaze to the golden-robed youth in front of him.

Upon hearing Maester Aemon's words, Li Shimin laughed for the first time since stepping into the Black Castle.

He chuckled and said, "As expected of Maester Imon, who has served more than ten commanders-in-chief, you are indeed very knowledgeable and dare to make judgments that transcend the understanding of ordinary people."

"However, the cognitive biases created by past understanding still blind you—"

"I do not come from the other side of the Trembling Sea, but from a place even more distant than that!"

(End of this chapter)