Gary and Arya found Winterfell instructor Rodrik Kelso, and the few the North soldiers who came to King's Landing with him.
Let them quietly blend into the large army of civilians and return to King's Landing.
Along the way, the the North soldiers were very excited. They felt that today's competition was held by the king and was the highest-level competition on Westeros.
And Gary won this honor, which proves that although the North is located in a bitter cold land and is very poor, the warriors it nurtures are no worse than those of the other six countries, and can even be a head higher than them!
The honor of the championship belongs not only to Gary, but also to the entire the North.
However, Rodrik·Ser Kesso was not so happy. Along the way, he seemed to have other things on his mind and was unhappy.
The group of people came to Ser Kesso, the tavern where they stayed at King's Landing, and ordered a lot of delicious food in the lobby on the first floor. Accompanied by the singing of the bard, several men drank happily.
After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
It was late at night, and Arya fell asleep on the wine table. Several the North soldiers were also drunk and staggered upstairs to rest.
Gary is carrying Arya on his back and plans to return to Tyrion's house. After all, their luggage is still there, so they can't leave without saying goodbye. Tonight, they still have to go back.
Before leaving, Ser Kesso stopped Gary at the hotel door. "Luke, you are now a Stark. Do you want to come back to Winterfell with us?"
Gary knew what Ser Kesso was worried about, so he handed Ice in his hand to Ser Kesso. "No, I don't care about Winterfell has feelings, but I have no interest in the Dukeship of Winterfell. Please help me explain this to Duke Eddard and Robb."
Ser Kesso took Ice with relief and said with a smile, "Yes, you will have a greater future if you stay at King's Landing."
Gary looked sideways at Arya and asked Ser Kesso: "When does Jazz plan to set off back to Winterfell?"
Ser Kesso held Ice in his arms and told them their plan, "We will set off tomorrow morning and we will arrive at Winterfell in about two months."
So urgent?
Gary originally wanted to persuade them to stay for a few more days, but when he thought of Eddard and his wife missing Arya in fear all day long, he wisely shut his mouth.
Arya has been away from home for almost three months, and it's time to go home.
"Then Arya and I will go back to Tyrion's place to rest first, and wait until you come to us tomorrow morning. I also have some gifts for everyone Winterfell, so you can take them back together."
They parted at the door of the hotel. Gary carried Tyrion to Tyrion's mansion, and Ser Kesso took Ice back to the tavern.
Tyrion's mansion.
It was obviously very late, but Tyrion did not come back.
Gary wanted to thank him in person, but he waited until midnight, and Tyrion still didn't come back.
In desperation, he could only go back to his room to sleep.
Early the next morning, Ser Kesso brought the North soldiers to find Gary and Arya.
Gary sent them to the city gate, "Ser Kesso, the plate armor is a gift from Duke Eddard, and the two refined steel swords are from Robb and Snow. You must not give them to the wrong person."
Ser Kesso patted his big belly and said, "Don't worry, I've written it all down."
Arya came over at this time, crying and hugging Gary's waist, "Luke, please go back with me."
Gary bent down and wiped away her tears. "Didn't we agree? You go back first, and I will come back to you when I finish my work. It can be up to four years, and when the time is up, you can see me."
Arya remained silent, sobbing softly.
Gary then said, "You can't afford that Ice Spear yet? Why don't you do this? You can practice your marksmanship hard when you go back. When you can hold that Ice Spear and dance with guns in your hands, I will return to Winterfell."
Arya hugged me for a long time before reluctantly letting go. "I'm going back, you have to remember to miss me."
"Okay." Gary pinched her face and said with a smile.
Arya got on the horse and set off Winterfell along Kingsroad with Ser Kesso and others.
She turned back three times with one step and kept waving goodbye to Gary until the two sides could no longer see each other.
Gary stood at the gate of the city, feeling a little melancholy. He sighed slightly. He was not used to not having this noisy little girl by his side.
In a manor somewhere in King's Landing.
The angry Renly·Baila Theon came to the manor, where he found Margaery·Tyrell and asked, "What's going on? Do you want to go back to Highgarden?"
Margaery sat leisurely on the wooden chair, with his red lips half-opened, and took a bite of the grape in his hand. "Your Excellency, the tournament is over, and it's time for me to return to Highgarden."
Renly adjusted his emotions and returned to his usual polite self. "Margaery, don't forget the purpose of coming to King's Landing."
Margaery threw it away and only bit half of the grapes, "King's Landing's grapes are not too fresh and not delicious. Of course, Lord Duke, I remember the purpose of coming to King's Landing, and I also remember your promise."
She stood up slowly, walked to Renly and whispered, "You promised to make me the queen, but now Lannister has discovered your plan, why should I stay in King's Landing?"
Renly smiled stiffly, "Don't think that I don't know your plan. You want to take away that Wizard. Put away your little thoughts, Wizard belongs to our House Baratheon!"
Margaery shook his shoulders slightly, covered his mouth and smiled, "He is a person with free consciousness, not House Targaryen's giant dragon. Do you still want to lock him up and raise him like a giant dragon?"
Renly said word for word, "He belongs to our family, you'd better learn to keep your distance."
He stopped talking to Margaery, turned around and left the manor.
Margaery was full of confidence. She looked at his leaving back and murmured, "Then let us wait and see, Your Majesty the Duke."
Tyrion's mansion.
Gary returned from the city gate and finally met Tyrion who had returned.
He asked doubtfully, "You don't have a position now, right? Why are you so busy?"
Tyrion laughed evilly, "Yesterday was a happy day, but you didn't go out to relax? Oh, I forgot, you have a child to take care of. Where is she? Why didn't you see her?"
He looked behind Gary, trying to find the little follower.
Gary sighed, "She went home."
Tyrion patted Gary's arm and said comfortingly, "Don't be so depressed. Let's go out and have fun together tonight."
Gary smelled a smell of low-quality perfume from his body and guessed where he went last night. "Did you go to J Hall again last night?"
Tyrion didn't hide anything, "I was very happy last night. I found three good J girls and exercised hard all night. What? Why are you looking at me like this? Isn't it normal for men to go to J clubs? Don't you want to go?"
Gary waved his hand in disgust, "No, I can't stand that atmosphere."
To be honest, the J courtyard in the nearby village of Winterfell left a deep impression on him. When he was young and ignorant, he once went on an adventure with Snow and others, hoping to grow up.
But when they arrived, the middle-aged women with yellow teeth scared them away.
It is said that later on, Theon found a good J-parlor nearby, and the women there were still very young. Unfortunately, Gary had already left a shadow at that time and was unwilling to go there again.
King's Landing embraces all rivers, and Hall J here is definitely hundreds of times better than those near Winterfell.
After all, the J girls near Winterfell mostly serve soldiers and civilians with little money. But King's Landing is different. The clients they serve are nobles, knights and wealthy businessmen. The grade and quality of the J girls are definitely extraordinary.
It's just that the shadow in Gary's heart has not been eliminated, so naturally he has no intention of lingering in that kind of place.
"You won't go? Don't you like women?"
Tyrion was shocked, but quickly made up for it, "It's okay, it's just a matter of personal choice. With your current status, I believe there are many noble young masters who are willing to spend the night with you."
Gary gritted his teeth with a black face, "I like women, but I'm just not used to the atmosphere in J Hall."
Tyrion laughed to cover up his embarrassment, "Hahaha... If you follow me a few more times, you'll get used to it. As a man, you can't treat yourself badly. How about today?"
Gary shook his head and refused, "I have to go to Red Keep to see His Majesty today to get a letter of recommendation from him."