Game of Thrones Starts with the Lord Blast System

"The golden dragon will fly!!"

This immediately became a major topic of discussion in Baigang City. For the horses of Baigang City, the griffins, beasts and golden pigs often hovered around the central clock tower of Baigang City. It attracts countless people to watch and even worship.

But in comparison, the soaring figure of the Great Peng of the Gripen.

The news of the golden dragon flying over Baigang City was even more shocking to everyone.

Everyone knows that the Gripen is the totem beast that protects the family in the north, but the attraction of the giant dragon soaring in the sky still overwhelms the Griffin for the first time.

Lin En stood on the open-air balcony of his lord's mansion, looking up at the beautiful golden dragon hovering in the sky, patted the fat-headed brain of the lazy sleeping golden pig beside his feet, and his aunt smiled.

Although the golden dragon appeared over Baigang for the first time, it did not learn to fly until today.

The lord's mansion is full of pride that the golden dragon is so welcomed in Baigang. Today, the servants go out to buy vegetables with their chests high. Passers-by are full of envious talk about the golden dragon of the Rothschild family. However, it is often just a restrained and arrogant smile, and he said in his heart, he has never seen the world, and the Golden Dragon has learned to fly for nearly half a month. Before, he used to flutter in the garden of the mansion, only to let people up and down the mansion feast their eyes.

This time, when he appeared outside, the Lord Lord came back, and only allowed the golden young dragon to go out to relax temporarily.

Moreover, the lord also took a special nickname for this giant dragon, what is it called... The golden bar, it is said that it is better matched when it is read together with the griffin, the golden pig.

It just sounds so good.

The old butler Alfred personally brought the warm ale on a tray. Lynn turned around to take the glass, and saw the little bear girl Lyanna Mormont looking at him with an idiot look.

Lynn touched his face, "What? I have flowers on my face?"

Little Bear looked at Lynn with blatant contempt, and sighed sincerely, took a wine glass from the tray in the butler's hand, and slowly walked back to her seat.

"Sir, you don't have any flowers on your face, but how can you show a **** smile to your monster, it's scary to look at."

Lin En laughed dryly when he heard the words, and didn't mind: "The gold bar will fly. As its parent, of course I have reason to be happy. Forget it, you don't understand."

Little bear girl Lyanna suddenly said angrily: "Who is a child? I am the chief of Xiongdao, the fishing village port affairs officer, and I will apply to be the Baigang affairs officer soon."

Lynn took a sip of malt wine? The warm and spicy aroma of the wine immediately nourished his spleen and stomach? It made him warm up, Your Excellency wooden wine glass? Asked: "So confident? Go through the back door!"

The little bear girl whispered and said, "Who cares!"

Lynn suddenly remembered something? He asked Alfred, the housekeeper beside him, "How is the construction of Lynn College now?"

The affairs of the academy were handed over to Priestess May and Lyanna, but Lynn instructed the housekeeper to do the construction and supervision.

Hearing Lynn's question? The old butler smiled cheerfully and said? "Sir, it is estimated that the construction will be completed in about a month. From the start of construction, it will take two months? The recruited craftsmen are already working overtime and in a hurry. Built? Only recently completed the construction of the main school building."

It's not easy to build a large church. It's very fast to basically complete the construction in three months. Lynn nodded. "Don't worry about this, let the craftsmen make it better. After the completion? You can get a reward from the lord's palace and send it out, which is considered a good luck."

"Yes? My lord." The old butler agreed and said again? "My lord, the pigs raised in the godswood outside Baigang City? They have grown up recently? Would you like to try a roasted pig at night? I can order. Let the cook make arrangements."

Most of the pigs in the Middle Ages were kept free-range in the forest? The meat yield is much less than that of captive pigs, but the meat quality is much better than that of captive pigs.

Compared with horsemeat and mutton, pork is rarer in Westeros. The reason is very simple. It’s not that every lord’s house surrounds a forest to raise pigs. Of course, there are not only pigs in the forest, but also pigs. There will be other animals, but pigs are the least. That thing is too edible, and there is not enough grass for it to waste. The same grass can feed ten or eight sheep, but it is only enough for one pig to chew.

This has also led to the fact that in Westeros, the pig, a delicious animal, has almost become a special offering of the big noble families.

The reason why this arrogant creature is not willing to go extinct in Westeros is just because lard can be used to light lamps, and it is a rather precious portable fuel.

Generally, wealthy aristocrats can generally afford veal. Except for those big farmers who may raise a beef cattle, ordinary farmers can only eat old beef that cannot be used for farm work.

Although it is also considered meat, it is definitely an excellent food for effectively exercising the masticatory muscles...

Lynn said regretfully to the old housekeeper: "Pigs are indeed a good thing, but I prefer beef. It is estimated that not many people in our mansion rarely eat pork. Why don't you take the pigs to the market for some beef? …”

"Don't, my lord!"

"Lynn, I want to..."

Before Lynn could finish speaking, he saw the thin monkey staring at the bell-like urn in front of him and shouting loudly, and the little bear girl who was pretending to be a lady tasting wine also jumped her feet calmly, begging for a meal of pork, and then With a smile in his eyes, he said: "Of course, you don't have to be so troublesome. Anyway, our family is not bad for beef. The Shenmu Forest is almost turning into a captive forest. There is no need to spoil things and exchange them in the market! Since some people are willing to eat them, they will be slaughtered at night. On the other hand, there are still some vassals in the north who stayed in White Harbor and did not return. When they go back, they bring some pigs into the water, and when they take back their territory to show off, it also shows that my Rothschild family is not decent."

Seeing Han Niu agreeing and nodding his head like a pile driver, Lin En said to him: "Han Niu~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Go outside and invite a few more butchers to the mansion to kill pigs, you need to be good at craftsmanship. Yes, the pig is full of treasures, I want to give it as a gift, but don't waste it."

Just now, he didn't care about eating pigs. When he remembered that pigs are so precious in Westeros, they can be given as valuables to other vassals as gifts, and Lynn suddenly became philistine again.

However, the people present didn't pay attention to Lynn's careful thoughts. In their heads, they were already fantasizing about the fat-headed and big-eared pork, when the lard crept on the fire.

Several butchers in the inner city of Baigang heard that the lord's mansion was going to kill pigs, so they almost rushed to the mansion. They were afraid of falling behind and entered the mansion. The big fat pig couldn't help but immediately stepped forward and touched the old mother's spotted body. She was extremely excited, as if she saw the woman she liked the most, and finally put her face on the pig's body. Rubbing lightly, the old housekeeper Alfred was about to vomit.

"Master Steward, do you really want to ask us to kill these three pigs?" After a long while, one of the butchers put down his hand to wipe the lard and looked at the old butler with hope.

"I won't do it if I don't give it to you. I think if you don't let you kill pigs, you will kill me! Take the peach leaf knife away first, and you will be afraid to look at it."

The butcher laughed, quickly put away a strange knife in his hand, rubbed his hands around the pig constantly, and kept saying, "Old God, oh no, I don't believe in old gods, my God. Ah, I am an old butcher on Liuye Street, Baigang, who has killed sheep and horses for a lifetime, and finally had the opportunity to slaughter live pigs, and finally I can comfort the slaughtering skills handed down from my ancestors..."