From a hired knight to a master of Game of Thrones

Don Quixote glanced at Ethan's figure in the distance and said:

"Captain Liam, what's his attitude?"

Nathan recalled for a moment before saying:

"He doesn't seem angry. You should believe what Vincent and I said."

"Hey, sir, we also hinted that Ethan has a conflict with you."

"Perhaps Lord Liam believes that Ethan is slandering you, sir!"

...That's not important.

He did not deliberately conceal his presence in Seven City.

A careful inquiry would reveal that he had neglected his post.

It mainly depends on Liam's attitude; if Liam doesn't intend to investigate further...

In addition, there were no major disturbances at the trade market yesterday.

That's optional.

If Liam were to tell Sir Keller, or even the Earl of Machi.

There is still a chance he will be fired.

"I got carried away and clapped too many times; I couldn't control myself."

Don Quixote clapped for love too many times yesterday.

Exhausted both physically and mentally, I didn't really want to patrol.

"It's unpleasant to be dependent on others; I must develop my own power as soon as possible!"

The thought that his fate rested entirely on the decision of others suddenly made Don Quixote feel a little irritated.

"Forget it, there's no use thinking about it too much. You have the choice to go or stay."

"With the system at my disposal, there's no need to waste my energy internally."

Don Quixote quickly regained his composure, looked at the quiet Nathan beside him, and asked:

"Captain Liam, what does he usually like to do?"

"……ah."

Nathan was taken aback by Don Quixote's question, but quickly recovered and whispered:

"My lord, Lord Liam likes to drink at the wild inn, and he also likes money."

Don Quixote smiled:

"Thank you all this time. You can divide these 10 Silver Deer among yourselves, except for Ethan."

Nathan stared wide-eyed at the silver deer in Don Quixote's hand.

He swallowed hard and said eagerly:

"Thank you, Lord Don Quixote! Rest assured, I will not speak recklessly!"

Two silver deer are worth almost half a month's salary for him.

He's not a freelancer who makes a living by hiring mercenaries.

He's a regular soldier, so it's alright.

In addition to food, lodging, and equipment being provided by the lord, there was also a certain amount of compensation.

Like many soldiers who were temporarily conscripted.

Aside from food, lodging, weapons, and winter supplies being provided by the lord, there was no compensation.

Of course, if war breaks out.

There will be bounties and spoils of war after the battle.

After a moment's hesitation, Nathan continued:

"Does Xie En also receive one?"

Don Quixote thought for a moment and said:

"He was given a silver deer, and at least he didn't say it."

"Take the extra silver deer; you don't need to tell anyone else."

Upon hearing this, Nathan became even more excited:

"Thank you, Lord Don Quixote!"

After receiving the 10 silver deer, he suddenly said:

"Sir, I will keep a close eye on that bastard Ethan from now on, as long as he makes the slightest mistake."

"I will report to the adults immediately!"

Don Quixote nodded:

"Um."

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Time seemed to slow down, passing by little by little.

Today's patrol mission is over.

After handing over the reins to Liam, Don Quixote rushed to Seven.

Outside Windsor Cottage.

Mrs. Ella, who had received the same harsh lesson as Adele, seemed much more amiable.

She affectionately adjusted the thick, dark gray wool cloak that Adele was wearing.

Then he whispered:

"If you stay by his side, you need to be more careful in the future."

"People like us from the bottom rungs will suffer if we offend the big shots even slightly."

"I never know when I might be abandoned or even killed."

"And even if all of this happens, no one will stand up for us."

"We can only rely on ourselves! Remember! Be careful! Think about your future!"

"Go, Adele."

"He's here."

...Madam, are you also from the lower class?

Adele gazed at Mrs. Ella's fair profile, feeling both puzzled and envious.

Adele said obediently:

"Yes, Mrs. Ella, please take care of yourself!"

She didn't really understand what Mrs. Ella meant by those words.

Be careful.

Are you being cautious?

Isn't that something that's been ingrained in her body since she was a child?

Why did Mrs. Ella emphasize this so much?

Suddenly, Adele felt a wave of panic.

It was as if she was about to step into a life that wasn't something she had been looking forward to.

Instead, it was a terrifying abyss that would devour her bones and flesh.

Adele stared blankly as Don Quixote's imposing figure on his tall horse drew ever closer.

...I'm so scared.

She suddenly felt lost.

Mrs. Ella snorted at Don Quixote:

"Take good care of Adele, or I won't let you off the hook!"

After saying that, she turned and walked into Windsor Cottage.

Don Quixote dismounted and walked to Adele's side.

He noticed her dazed look and asked, puzzled:

"Adele, what's wrong?"

The gentle, familiar voice of Don Quixote reached her ears, and Adele's consciousness was instantly pulled from the inexplicable, terrifying fantasy.

She forced a smile and, as obedient as ever, said:

"Sir, I'm fine. I'm just a little lost because I suddenly have to leave this familiar environment."

Don Quixote nodded and smiled as he comforted him:

"Human growth happens repeatedly when we leave familiar environments."

"Back then, I was just over ten years old when I followed a knight and left my hometown."

"I spent many nights in fear."

"I was afraid of offending some nobleman, and worried that someone might be lurking in the darkness around me."

"I'll be captured and killed in the next second."

"……ah."

Adele paused, then looked up at Don Quixote's youthful yet angular face:

"Was the adult's past like this too?"

Don Quixote helped Adele with her luggage while laughing:

"Yes, I used to never dare to look those noble figures in the eye."

Adele asked curiously:

"And now?"

...Now, of course, we must crush them under our feet and even destroy them.

Having no relatives and possessing a system, Don Quixote has not yet figured out his future plans.

Perhaps overturning the existing social system of this world is something that excites and looks forward to.

Amidst his swirling thoughts, Don Quixote slowly smiled and said:

"Now, they're nothing special, no longer worth my fear!"

Adele's beautiful round eyes widened as she heard such unfamiliar remarks for the first time.

This was not something she dared to dream of, nor even in her dreams.

Don Quixote, seeing Adele's startled expression, took her hand.

He said as he walked:

"Adele, you'll understand someday."

"Those nobles are nothing special; if you wanted, you could put a sword to their heads."

"You will understand this! You will dream of this! You will strive to achieve this!"

Adele was led away by Don Quixote, looking dazed.

She suddenly forgot the confusion and fear she had just felt.

She also forgot that the Don Quixote she saw was helping her carry her heavy luggage.

I could hear Don Quixote's bold and persistently emphasized, unfamiliar pronouncements.

A tremendous pleasure welled up from the bottom of her heart.

We walked a long way.

I listened to a very long speech.

She didn't notice that there was an extra boy in the group.

They didn't even realize that she had left Seven City.

A long time later.

She suddenly tried to think:

"Those nobles who can manipulate and control the fate of these lower-class people for generations."

What exactly is the mystery?

"Why?! By what right?! Are they born to control and manipulate the destinies of others?!"

The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became, yet the more she thought about it, the more intense a pleasure she felt!

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PS:

I don't have any drafts saved up. I just think about how the plot should develop next during my free time at work.

Then I wrote it after get off work, and after finishing two chapters that night, I lay in bed and continued to think about the next part of the plot.

I want to capture the essence of the original work, but that step is too difficult.

So I settled for second best.

The first book should tell a good story.

However, I haven't figured out what story to tell yet.

The unforeseen result is that, so far, the plot hasn't had any conflicts, twists, or anything particularly engaging.

The plot unfolds smoothly, and sometimes I don't even know what I'm writing.

I tried to describe some battle scenes and driving dialogue, hoping to make the reading experience less boring.

But that won't work.

These two elements are useful for film and television dramas.

But words won't do; at least I don't have that ability.

So I plan to try writing about some characters, some ordinary people from the lower classes.

With the help of Don Quixote, they gradually awaken and subvert the power structure of the Game of Thrones world.

That should be the main storyline for now.

I'm trying my best to write a story that's comfortable and enjoyable to read.

I am trying to learn in this direction.

But perhaps, well, it might miss the mark and turn the story into a dull, rambling account.

Haha.

My original intention was to write in a way that was enjoyable and comfortable.

Don't scold me if it goes wrong.

I will skip some everyday details as soon as possible to make the plot more compact.

(Please recommend and read this!)

For newcomers, every comment, recommendation, and follow-up reading is quite important; it's what motivates me to keep going.

Please give me a little bit of motivation, please.

I just discovered that the previous chapter was reviewed, and some content is missing...