Gu Ding settled down in the blacksmith's shop.
Even the blacksmith had not expected the entire shop to look completely refreshed early the next morning.
Even the little child he had picked up yesterday no longer looked filthy. He was now a neat, handsome little boy, his large eyes shining with lively intelligence. If not for the clothes he wore, the blacksmith would have thought some family's child had wandered into his shop by mistake.
Though the blacksmith kept a stern face, he was satisfied inside.
Gu Ding stayed there for half a year. Every day, he helped clean the shop and polish weapons, while also learning quite a bit from the blacksmith.
Although the blacksmith's business was not particularly good, it could still afford two meals a day.
Besides, Gu Ding's current body could not eat much anyway.
Gu Ding had originally intended to begin cultivating once he had settled down, but he discovered that this world seemed to have special rules that had sealed away all of his memories concerning cultivation. Not only could he not cultivate any powerful techniques or divine abilities, he could not even remember the ordinary combat skills he had learned on Deep Sea Star.
He could only honestly gather information about this world from the small town, hoping to understand exactly what sort of world he had been reincarnated into.
This continent was called the Westeros Continent, and the country he was in was called the Kingdom of the North.
The Kingdom of the North was ruled by the Stark Family, and its capital was Winterfell.
For more than half of every year, the country lay beneath snow and ice. Only two or three months were warm enough to take off heavy cotton coats.
At the northernmost edge of the Kingdom of the