Game of Thrones: Holy Sword of Light

Chapter 18 Need more money, my lord
With a swipe sound, Sidi's sword sank vigorously, brushing against Jon's head with the wind of the sword.

"careful!"

Both Arya and Fina screamed.

But Jon's speed is obviously faster than Sidi. Jon, who was a national defense student in his previous life, was capable of both literature and martial arts, and his fighting skills were excellent every semester. He lowered his waist and leaped back lightly. Without even getting out of the sheath, he tapped Stey's thigh.

"Prick your thigh this time!"

Jon said loudly, with a confident smile on his face.

"Go to hell!" Si Di roared, and he held the sword in both hands and swept across forcefully, with a sharp sword wind.

At this time, you can see the difference between the savages outside the Great Wall and the territorial people inside the Great Wall...

Although Sidi was strong and strong, his swordsmanship had no chapters, and he was sweeping purely by brute force. No wonder the night watchman was able to keep hundreds of thousands of wildlings out of the fortress with less than a thousand people.

And it is understandable that Sidi lost to Manslayton twice in a row. Manslayton was at least a night watchman with professional military training...

"This sword pierces your chest!"

"This sword pierces your waist!"

"This sword pierced your throat!"

With a few light jumps, the tip of Jon's unsheathed sword barely left Sidi's body, and he tapped him several times in a row, while the latter could only be impotently furious, holding up the long sword and waving violently.

"Sidi, you are already very strong, and you almost slipped me!"

Jon stretched his body and put the sword on the ground. The sun shone on Jon's body. He exuded a faint white light all over his body, like a paladin. He shook his head with a serious face.

"I, Jon Wright, would like to call you the strongest swordsman on Scales Island. You have tried your best, and you almost confused my steps, and almost made me sweat..."

Jon reached out and wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead again.

"You!" Sidi's anger reached the extreme, he couldn't bear it anymore, he shouted loudly, thump, thump, thump, splashed mud with both feet on the ground, and stabbed straight with his sword.

The sword was fast and ruthless, and his body couldn't help being a little out of balance.

However, Jon shook his head lightly. In the blink of an eye, his left leg turned forward, and he squatted down. His right leg swiped and kicked with a bang!
Si Di was tripped and flew out in an instant. He felt himself flying in the air, his hands were fluttering, his pupils were wide open, the ground was getting closer and closer, and finally he fell on the ground with a slap. In the mud, a dog fell and ate shit.

The fall was very heavy, even though Si Di was very strong, he also bumped into a mess and couldn't get up for a while.

"Father!" Sidi's son, Saigon, drew out his bronze sword regardless of seeing this, and stabbed at Jon with a loud shout.

"Young man, you're still too aggressive..." Jon, who was only 14 years old, sighed helplessly, and went up to the fight.

Unlike Sidi, Saigon's swordsmanship is relatively agile, and his hand speed is very fast, and he stabs a few times with a swish...

However, again, don't challenge other people's majors with your hobbies.

Jon received professional noble swordsmanship education when he was in Winterfell, and his military literacy surpassed all civilians by a large margin, not to mention wild people like Saigon.

With a few nimble moves and steps, he leapt around behind Saigon and stabbed him in the waist with his sword...

Snapped!
This downturn is heavy.

Saigon felt his waist was crisp and soft in an instant, he couldn't hold the bronze sword in his hand, and was poked to the ground and couldn't move for a long time.

At this time, the savages on Sgarles Island had a bad sense and pulled out their long swords one after another, while the soldiers of the Bright Group also pulled out their shields and long swords and put them in the battle queue.

"Are you convinced?" Jon turned his head, looking slightly sad, looking at the sky and said: "Among the fighters that I, Jon Wright, have fought against since my debut, you are already very strong, almost making me sweat."

"You are qualified to bathe in the radiance of light and become my territory people!"

Jon said lightly.

Sidi, who fell to the ground and fell like a dog eating shit, struggled to raise his head. Jon's a few punches had poked his numb points and anti-joints, making him sore and unbearable.

Although his eyes were full of unyielding and angry, what could he say?

Sidi's eyes turned, his own people were being surrounded by soldiers of the Light Corps with shields and long swords, and they would be killed at any time, while the warships of the Night Watchman Legion were still cruising on the coast...

Miscalculated, I didn't expect that Jon Wright was so strong!

Si Di thought in his heart, is he really going to surrender! ?I refuse to accept, I am the proud Magnar...

"We are willing to surrender to you, but we also want to be treated the same as the Flint clan!".

Si Di was still hesitating and did not speak, but his son Saigon spoke first.

Jon nodded in satisfaction.

"Well, you, you can train with the Bright Corps for a while with us first, who are you!?"

"My name is Saigon, and I am Sidi's eldest son. We are Cern Magna from the King's Hall!"

Saigon said proudly.

"Saigon!" Si Di gritted his teeth, with an expression of indisputable anger.

"Father, we have to consider the future of the tribe!" Saigon retorted mercilessly to his father, and the father and son started arguing instead.

Jon looked at the appearance of these two people, the corners of his mouth curled up, and a clever plan was formed in his heart...

At this time, the surrounding people cheered when they saw that their lord, Lord Jon Wright, was so brave that he did not lose the wind in one fight, and he did not even take out the scabbard of the long sword.

They kept shouting loudly: "Knight of Light!"

"Master Jon!"

"Knight of Light!"

Cheers sounded in the sound of the harbor, and Jon closed his eyes to enjoy the cheers of the crowd, while Rob's eyes widened pensively, Arya was very excited, and Fina was pretty blushing, dumbfounded. Looking at my master...

……

seven days later.

Jon, who has been organized, is ready to lead the army and set foot on Sgarles Island. The strongest force on the island, Sidi and his son, have been incorporated by Jon. A few days ago, he sent people to survey, choose the spot, and choose Bright Fort the construction location.

And Skyrs Island will also be officially renamed: "Guangming Island".

Thousands of people are packing their things, and boats are constantly flowing in front of Liming Port, transporting supplies and personnel to Guangming Island on the other side.

"Saigon, after they landed, I've already made arrangements. When the time comes, while I'm leading the way for Jon Wright, suddenly..." Sidi still didn't give up, and while no one was watching, he secretly spoke to Saigon, preparing to Counterattack after returning to the island.

"Father, I have joined the Bright Corps and become a glorious Bright Corps fighter!"

"I will work hard to build a free, democratic, prosperous and strong Guangming Island!"

"Father, don't talk to me secretly when you have nothing to do... I'm afraid Lord Jon will misunderstand!"

"You traitor!" Sidi blew his beard and stared angrily, gritted his teeth, and cursed.

"That Jon Wright promised to give you a monthly salary to make you betray the glory of the Magnar!" Si Di shouted.

"Two hundred silver deer, I am the commander of a hundred people." Sai Gong shook his head lightly, turned and left without paying attention.

"What!? I'm actually taller than me, damn it, I'm only a hundred silver stags..." Where Saigon couldn't hear, Si Di yelled angrily.

After Saigon walked away, Sidi looked at Jon who was about to board the boat in the distance, walked over angrily, and asked cheekily: "Master Jon, do I really have a monthly salary!?"

"of course."

"I can use my salary to buy wine anytime!?"

"Of course, everyone in Guangming Island can do it. Now the money is not enough. You can work every day, earn work points, and exchange work points for wine and meat. Territorial residents also have discounts..."

"Really, Lord Jon!? Can I enjoy the discount of Flint's black-nosed guy!?"

"Oh, my lord, what I mean is, as the leader of Skyrs Island, the aboriginal of Guangming Island, your loyal subjects, can my salary be different from that of ordinary subjects!?"

"The territorial people I'm talking about, besides the old guy with black nose, and my son Saigon, hell, the old gods, that bastard is better than me except that he eats a little more than me, why does he have more salary than me? One hundred silver stags!?"

"what do you mean!?"

"Add money, my lord!"

"We Magnars will never give in to money!"

"Unless he gave too much..."

(End of this chapter)