iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 651 White Robe and Black Clothes

The undisguised, rough laughter of the Night's Watch brothers was like a bonfire, always allowing Jaime to momentarily forget his worries and the deep sorrow etched in his heart.

A faint smile appeared on his lips as he slowly walked towards the sound.

“Saria complained last night that I was too rough. Sigh, her tears broke my heart, so I had no choice but to throw the whole purse at her.”

The speaker spoke with obvious pride, and the bearded man sitting opposite him was taken aback: "She complained a few days ago that I was too fast, and I... I had to give her three extra silver deer to appease her."

The surroundings fell silent for a moment, then erupted into deafening laughter.

Another watchman with woolly curly hair laughed so hard he pounded the table, wiping away tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes: "She'll definitely have new tricks to squeeze your pockets dry next time, hehehe, of all the 'underground treasures,' she's the most cunning!"

The Night's Watchman, who had been boasting earlier, immediately glared: "No, my brother, that's slander! Oh, Sharia, she's the most honest beauty!"

The bearded man nodded in agreement: "Listen to that name, Salia—how beautiful it is. She's so gentle, and she understands me so well..."

“Hey, my Night’s Watch brothers, most of those girls are using new names,” Jaime’s voice broke in, before he sat down in an empty seat.

“Lord James, oh, you can’t shake my love for Sharia.”

Upon hearing this, Sir James shrugged: "Then you have to accept that she loves everyone, the affectionate Kahn."

The Night Watchmen burst into laughter again, and they all said they would speak well of Kahn to Sharia, but only afterward.

"Hey, you bunch of bastards, I'll have Sharia tell everyone you're all no good, too quick and too small!"

"Haha, we'll be more popular than cheese; they love things that are small and fast."

"Damn it, no wonder..."

Ser Jaime's smile never faded as he watched his Night's Watch brothers laughing and joking.

however.

A sip of ice-cold ale slid down his throat, and the warmth was instantly overwhelmed. The ease on his face vanished, replaced by an undeniable bitterness.

Perhaps, from the moment he became the "king-killer," he should have donned the black robes... His selfishness and greed led to all the tragedies we see today.

Cersei...

For some reason, and at some point, he gradually forgot her betrayal and malice. Today, all she left him with were the burning memories of the past—their most beautiful memories.

Jaime tilted his head back and took a big gulp of wine. As his Adam's apple bobbed, a self-deprecating smile curled at the corner of his mouth. He guessed... Cersei was cursing him in the Seventh Hell, and when he got there, she would surely give him a good beating.

"Hey, sir, you seem to be in a good mood today? Which 'underground treasure' has such abilities?"

"I sleep alone."

Jaime shrugged, glanced around, and said, "No wife, no lands, no children. And don't forget the Night's Watch oath."

“Lord Jaime, the Night’s Watch is the shield protecting the kingdom; we are merely contributing to the prosperity of the docks.”

"That's right, that's right. They were driven out of Mole Village by that villain Stannis and finally settled down here."

"Damn Stannis! He did something good for once. Oh, and we met here!"

"Hahaha……"

Kahn leaned closer to James and said mysteriously, "My lord, I have some important information to tell you."

His words immediately caught everyone's attention, and James looked over with a hint of helplessness: "It'd better be important intelligence."

“I heard…” Kahn deliberately dragged out his words, and the people around him instinctively leaned forward.

He then lowered his voice slightly and continued, "...Those 'underground treasures' may look down on us, but they are happy to have your children."

He slowly grinned: "They're betting on who will be the first to get into your bed, hehe, and even looking into drugs that can drive men crazy."

While feeling envious and jealous, they tried their best to suppress their laughter, but in the end they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hey, that cunning 'underground treasure' wants to produce a noble offspring."

Kahn took a swig of his drink and nodded in agreement: "Yes, they're too cunning; they've even treated Lord James like a stud."

Jaime shrugged helplessly. "A noble bastard is still a bastard; they won't succeed." The middle-aged Night's Watchman sitting opposite him stroked his short beard, looking conflicted. "If some beautiful lady asked me to be her inside man, I'm afraid I'd find it hard to refuse, even though I'm absolutely loyal to my lord..."

Everyone chimed in, "Yes, yes, we must ask for your forgiveness beforehand, but we promise our absolute loyalty!"

James looked helpless again, then chuckled and said, "Alright, this meal's on me. Hopefully, it'll help you resist the temptation of beautiful women."

"Roar!"

"Please test me as you please, all beauties!"

……

While the Night's Watchmen were still spitting and talking, Ser Jaime subtly shifted his position. It wasn't that he disliked their rudeness, but the etiquette he had been taught since childhood was ingrained in his bones, and he couldn't get used to it for the time being.

Just then, the tavern owner's daughter brought over the soup to their table, and James was flicked by her when he wasn't paying attention.

Her name is Julie. She is voluptuous and has a pair of huge breasts. She is said to be very popular.

With a few swift "clangs," she tossed the wooden bowl filled with broth seemingly casually onto the table in front of the night watchmen, without spilling a single drop of soup.

But when it was James's turn, Julie's demeanor changed abruptly. She gently placed the wooden bowl in front of him like a lady, and then, using this action, flicked him.

"Oh—" The crowd immediately started to grumble and complain.

"Come find me anytime, Black...Knight."

As James looked on with a helpless expression, Julie casually ran her fingertips across his muscular chest, giving him a flirtatious wink before turning away.

Kahn clutched his hair and wailed, "We're both dressed in the same black clothes, so why are you the only one who's her knight?!"

"Ah, I'll be dying of jealousy sooner or later!"

The middle-aged night watchman cleared his throat and said with feigned modesty, "Actually, well, I was quite popular with girls when I was young."

Ser James waved his hand, changing the subject: "Eat up, the Rose Soldiers are waiting for you to look after them."

After saying that, he picked up a wooden spoon and slowly drank the soup, while the others picked up their bowls and poured the soup into their mouths, with snoring sounds rising and falling.

After a few sips of hot soup, warmth spread from his stomach. James suddenly thought of the Rose Soldiers suffering in the cold wind, and he felt that they needed this more than bread and sausages.

Never mind, he thought... The Duke of Highgarden didn't like the lion's "talkativeness".

After a pause, as he ladled soup, Ser Jaime, one of the Seven Kingdoms' top knights, suddenly sensed a murderous gaze.

Looking to the side, he saw a pair of sharp, sky-blue eyes across the table, and a tall man with features characteristic of the Dornish region.

Dorneans?
The man suddenly smiled, revealing two shallow dimples at the corners of his mouth, and raised his glass to James.

Sir James immediately understood his gaze, and his body trembled slightly with excitement.

Yes, he found a moment of peace here, but he knew very well that a fire was raging within him.

He has been trying his best to suppress this anger and prevent it from being directed at innocent people.

However, if someone provokes him, at this point, even if he were a true god... he would still chop them down.

Sir James slowly grinned and raised his glass to the man.

At this moment, the people at the table blocking the way suddenly got up and left, cutting off their view of each other.

When Sir James looked over again, the man had vanished.

Are the Dornish here for revenge?
Sir James downed his drink in one gulp; he would be waiting patiently.

As he left the tavern and headed back to Eastwatch... unfortunately, the Dornish ambush he had anticipated did not materialize.

Upon arriving at the stables, he unexpectedly encountered a messenger from the Kleber Company.

Tossing aside a gold dragon, Ser James frowned as he examined the letter. It was sealed with wax, but there was no family seal.

After opening the letter, he frowned again. Pia?!
(End of this chapter)