Tyrion's face trembled, and he laughed dryly, "Bran·Stark? An eight-year-old child?"
Gary was full of confidence. He stood up and walked to the side of Tyrion, "Tyrion, have you heard of Skinchanger?"
Tyrion thought for a moment and nodded uncertainly, "I once read in an ancient book about Children of the Forest that Skinchanger is Magic of Children of the Forest?"
Gary picked up the jug in front of him and poured himself a glass of fruit wine, "Bran is a Skinchanger. He can possess animals and weak-willed humans, and then control them with the power of Magic."
Tyrion widened his eyes, such a magical Magic, how could an eight-year-old child do it?
"Your Majesty is not joking?"
Gary drank the fruit wine in one gulp, "What do you think?"
Tyrion was silent, "..."
He shouted in his heart, what kind of monsters are House Stark? Why do they all have special skills?
Gary put the glass on the dining table and said hesitantly, "But Bran is young and needs to find someone he can trust to help him."
The next day.
Gary had breakfast with everyone and specifically called out to Bran.
He took Bran upstairs to the study, and Arya followed him out of curiosity.
Gary came to the study, asked the two little guys to sit down first, then took out a letter of appointment and handed it to Bran.
Bran read the words on the letter of appointment, Arya listened attentively.
"Luke, you want me to join Small Council? Master of Whisperers... How am I qualified?" Little Bran was excited and nervous. He didn't understand why Gary would give such an important Small Council seat to him, a child.
Gary sat in his seat, tilted his body slightly, and emphasized his tone, "Bran, you have the talent of Skinchanger, and you are a member of House Stark. I hope you can use this power to help me obtain information about the enemy."
Bran understood, he cheered up and felt that it was his duty to say, "Okay, who do you want me to spy on?"
Gary asked Bran to put away the letter of appointment, and then said with a smile, "There are too many people I want to monitor, but the first one to bear the brunt is House Lannister in Red Keep."
Bran looked troubled, "Luke, if the animal I am possessing is too far away from my body, it will automatically disassociate itself."
"You mean, if I want you to monitor Red Keep, you have to be inside King's Landing?" Gary thought that Bran could do what Wind Spirit did, cruising across half the continent. But he didn't expect that he was overthinking it.
Bran estimated the distance, "It's okay outside King's Landing. It's too far between Winterfell and King's Landing, I can't..."
Gary couldn't help but frown, "Okay, I will consider this matter. You have been practicing diligently recently Skinchanging Magic and try not to make mistakes during the execution of tasks in the future."
"Okay." Bran folded the letter of appointment and put it into his clothes.
Arya listened to them finish talking about the business, then lay down on Gary's desk and complained, "Luke, why do Bran have a position, but I don't?"
Gary put down his quill, raised his head and asked, "Okay, Princess Arya, what position do you want?"
Arya put his hands on his hips cheerfully, "For a more powerful position than Bran, you can make me a general."
Gary stroked his pen and said, "Okay, from now on, you are the North's general of the Southern Expedition. Take it, this is your letter of appointment."
He handed an ineffective letter of appointment to Arya, soothing little She-Wolf's injured heart.
Arya took the letter of appointment and glanced at Bran proudly.
Bran also looked at Arya with envy, the General of the Southern Expedition. He sounded like he held a high-power and important position. He was much more handsome than Master of Whisperers.
In the next ten days.
Gary returned to the life of blacksmithing, spending all day beside the underground forging furnace with Margaery and Daenerys.
Arya and Bran, uncharacteristically, put away their fun and started their training plan with full enthusiasm.
Bran goes outside the city with his Direwolf every day, contacts other small animals, and practices Skinchanging Magic.
Arya extended her daily practice time from two hours to six hours a day, greatly increasing the training intensity. With Ice samurai as her training partner, her marksmanship improved rapidly.
On this day, Hand of the King Tyrion was handling the North's government affairs in the study. A Ice warrior knocked on the door and came in, "Lord Hand, the scout reported that there are nearly two hundred thousand refugees heading north along Kingsroad, and they will arrive at Winterfell in half a day."
Tyrion put down his quill and left his seat with a serious face. "Let's go, come and have a look with me."
Winterfell, South Gate.
On the city wall, Tyrion looked at the plain in the distance, his expression gradually becoming serious. The dark figures covered almost every inch of the plain, making people feel even more stressed.
He ordered several Ice warriors around him, "You have to do three things respectively. First, bring Winterfell Steward Septa Hanna to me. Second, go outside the north gate quickly and order all Giants to enter the city. Third, inform His Majesty that there is an emergency."
"Yes!"
The three Ice warriors took the order and resigned, leaving two Ice warriors guarding Tyrion.
Not long after, Septa Hanna came to the city in a hurry, "Lord Hand."
Tyrion pointed at the 200,000 hungry people outside the city, "Septa Hanna, how much food do we have? If we help these 200,000 refugees, how long can we last?"
"Lord Hand, 200,000 people... Winterfell's food reserves will be exhausted in less than half a month."
Tyrion looked at Wolfswood in the north, "If we only provide one meal a day and let them hunt on their own, they may be able to survive for more than a month."
He received the good news that the Dreadfort had been captured, and food was being shipped in a steady stream Winterfell...
No, it's still not enough! Even so, the food is still far from enough. There are too many two hundred thousand refugees, and this food is not enough to survive this winter. Tyrion must find a solution, otherwise the riots of King's Landing will definitely happen again in Winterfell.
Gary After hearing the news, he also came to the southern city head.
When he saw that 200,000 refugees were about to arrive outside Winterfell, he suddenly felt dizzy. But he had no choice. As King in the North, he could not abandon the people of the North, so he had to open warehouses to release grain.
Tyrion also thought of a way to deal with it at this time, "Your Majesty, we can allocate these refugees to the the North princes and ask them to send people to claim some of them to reduce the pressure on Winterfell."
Gary You can guess without asking, "These victims are probably from the west coast, and they ended up here after their original homes were destroyed by Ironborn."
He quickly walked down the city wall, "Tyrion, I'll leave the resettlement work of the refugees to you. I have more than a dozen letters, I really don't know when I will write them."