From a hired knight to a master of Game of Thrones

Four days later.

study.

Don Quixote pointed to a bundle of parchment on the desk and instructed:

"Warren, from now on, all employment contracts between the Bloodhand Mercenary Group and employers shall be in writing."

"I have already signed these written contracts and affixed my personal beeswax seal. All I need to do is fill in the specific job duties in the blank spaces and then have the employer sign and stamp them."

Don Quixote's personal beeswax coat of arms is a windmill design.

This bundle of parchment is the framework for a formal written contract that he designed.

A double parchment deed with the seam across it is a wax seal affixed to the seam where the two parchments are joined.

The imprints must match perfectly after being pieced together for the imprints to be valid; this is a way to prevent tampering.

Although the formal written contract was signed in his name, Don Quixote, rather than in the name of the Bloodhand Mercenary Group.

However, I imagine those employers probably don't care.

After all, in most people's eyes, Don Quixote's reputation is perhaps more reliable than that of the Blood Hand Mercenary Group.

Upon hearing this, Warren paused, somewhat confused.

However, he didn't ask any further questions and quickly said in a deep voice:

"Sir, rest assured, I will keep these written contracts safe and will carefully check the contents of each one."

"I will act carefully and will never allow you to be falsely accused!"

It's important to know that in Westeros and Essos, written contracts sealed with wax are often legally binding.

If it is accidentally leaked, it can easily lead to some trouble.

Don Quixote smiled and said:

"I trust you."

Don Quixote then explained many things to Warren.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The next day.

After packing up all the important items, Don Quixote and his party left their lodgings and rode off towards the outskirts of White Harbor.

Don Quixote currently lives in a rather large mansion in White Harbor, near Newcastle and the Church of the Snows.

It was a residence that he purchased directly with a considerable sum of money.

The house he had previously rented had been used as a temporary base for the Bloodhand Mercenary Group.

In the past few days, Warren has moved in completely.

After walking for a while, the group quickly passed Fish King Square and arrived at Seal Gate.

At the seal gate, a sharp-eyed guard spotted Don Quixote and immediately bowed, saying:

"Sir Don Quixote!"

Upon hearing this, the other guards reacted quickly, some faster and some slower, and also bowed and said:

"Sir Don Quixote!"

Don Quixote smiled and responded to each of them.

Just then, the captain of the guard, who had just finished inspecting and letting a caravan pass, rode up on horseback, looked at Don Quixote and his party, and immediately laughed:

"Sir Don Quixote, are you preparing to travel to your fiefdom?"

As Don Quixote looked at the captain of the guard, he also recalled information about the person in front of him.

Ser Jeremy Brun, a knight sworn to Lord Wyman, and a squad leader in the White Harbor Guard.

He responded quickly:

"Yes, Sir Jeremy."

Jeremy said enviously:

"Sir Don Quixote, you really have a way with patience. It's been quite a few days. If I had a fiefdom, I would have gone there immediately to take a look."

Don Quixote laughed:

"Haha, actually I'm also very eager to go. If I didn't have a lot of things to take care of in White Harbor, I would have rushed to the fiefdom long ago."

Jeremy chuckled and then slowly said:

"Sir Don Quixote, let's have a drink sometime."

"Sir Jeremy, when I come to White Harbor next time I want to have a drink with you, you can't say you're too busy," Don Quixote replied.

Jeremy immediately laughed:

"That's impossible. Sir Don Quixote, if you just give me a word, I'll make time no matter how busy I am."

Don Quixote smiled and greeted Sir Jeremy and the other guards again before leading his group away from the Seal Gate.

We walked a little further.

Warren, who had come along as part of the farewell party, suddenly laughed:

"Sir, I remember when I first arrived in White Harbor, these guards weren't this enthusiastic."

Don Quixote shook his head and smiled, sighing:

"Not much time has passed, but a lot has happened, and it seems that everything has changed."

"Alright, Warren, you can stop here. We can walk the rest of the way ourselves."

Warren nodded, then bowed to the people who had come to see him off:

"My lords, gentlemen, may the old and new gods bless you!"

After saying goodbye to Warren and the others, Don Quixote and his party hadn't gone far.

Suddenly a loud shout came from behind them.

When Don Quixote turned around, he saw two young women riding up to him.

The two young women were accompanied by two guards from White Harbor.

Don Quixote stopped his horse and waited a moment before calling out:

"Miss Wilfred, Miss Vera, hello."

The visitors were none other than Wiman Mandler's two granddaughters.

Vilfred rode in a hurry, and when she finally stopped, she was panting and her face was flushed.

Vera, seemingly unaffected, blinked and said:

"Hey, Sir, why didn't you say goodbye before leaving White Harbor? My sister is..."

Upon hearing this, Vilfred, forgetting to catch her breath, instinctively said:

"Don't talk nonsense, Vera."

Vera tilted her head in confusion, then chuckled and said:

"Sister, I haven't even said anything yet! What's the rush!"

Don Quixote looked at the two girls in front of him, one big and one small.

The two girls were just like they were on the day of the martial arts tournament.

The older sister, Valfield, was like a gentle, flustered, and quiet young girl.

Her younger sister, Vera, is a lively and mischievous girl, just like her golden eyebrows and green hair.

Don Quixote laughed and asked, "But what?"

Vilfred glared at Vera, then didn't give her sister a chance to speak.

She hurriedly said:

"Sir Don Quixote, I...I would like to give you a gift!"

After she finished speaking, she seemed to realize that the words she had rehearsed countless times in her mind had been blurted out in a flustered manner, and immediately Wilfred's face turned even redder.

Don Quixote paused for a moment, but quickly smiled and said:

"I really look forward to receiving your gift, Miss Wilfred, but I'm not prepared at the moment and don't have anything suitable to give in return."

Having said it aloud, Vilfred felt much more relaxed and smiled slowly:

"Sir Don Quixote, you gave me the best gift that day!"

After a pause, the girl said softly again:

"I've been thinking about what to give you these past few days. Luckily, Sir, you didn't leave White Harbor too early, otherwise I might not have made it in time."

"It's alright, it's alright."

"Sir, this is my gift, you can't be disgusted by it!"

"This is my first time trying this, I'm not very good at it yet."

Don Quixote accepted the item the girl offered him.

It was a thick, brown wool sweater.

As he held it in his hand and touched it, Don Quixote bowed slightly and said:

"Miss Wilfred, I love your gift very much, thank you."

With a blush, Wilfred uttered a somewhat unclear farewell before quickly turning her horse around and riding away.

At that moment, Vera tossed something to Don Quixote and then quickly said:

"Hey, Jazz, this is a collection of songs and poems that I copied by hand."

"Hmm, I couldn't think of anything to give you, so I just picked out a few books, which happened to be ballads and poems."

"You can take a look if you want, but you're not allowed to curse my handwriting in your heart!"

"If I hear you, you're finished!"

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