The hall of the curtsey hotel is very long, but the ventilation is very good, so it doesn''t feel stuffy. When Zhao Mai came into the house, it was not time for dinner. There were only a few resting farmers holding glasses of wheat wine and talking in a low voice. They looked up at Zhao Mai and looked up and down: no metal armor and sword, no family decoration, only a big cloak and Black Leather Breastplate, either mercenaries, or single killers or robbers.


    "Dinner time will be here soon. You can bake first." Martha began to chew tobacco again, her cheeks bulging and her face muscles propped up. "Unfortunately, there is no room, so if you want to change clothes, you have to go to the kitchen or the storage room."


    "I don''t need a room. I don''t spend the night here." Zhao Mai stretched hard, and the muscles that were infused by the natural force gave out a creaking sound, which surprised Martha Hyde. She did not dare to regard Zhao Mai as an ordinary businessman or servant, but divided him into "some dangerous roles".


    "By the way, the dog is not allowed to come in. There is no rain under the eaves outside the door. It can''t get in." Martha quickly explained: "the rules here are like this, even the noble master will abide by them."


    "The guest is as he pleases." Zhao Mai raised his finger and went over to lie down. He put his head on his front paw and looked at the rain outside in a daze. "When the duck comes, I''ll let you choose first." Zhao Mai said a word to it and closed the door of the hotel.


    The people inside watched him, and he was watching the place. The rectangular hall has a whole wall of space with large wooden wine barrels, and the other wall is a stove. The waiter is cleaning the table and going to the fire to see the barbecue kebab between the jobs. Turn it over or oil it as needed. From the stairs came the sound of talking and laughing, and the peculiar sound of boots stepping on the board. Zhao Mai quickly walked two steps and snatched the position close to the stove. He took off his cloak and put it aside. The heat came, and his wet clothes were emitting white steam, which made him look like a cloud.


    After a while, the bench was full, and it was time for dinner. Villagers, farmers and fishermen on the Three Gorges River (in fact, the three rivers of red fork, blue fork and green fork) sit side by side with tourists of different origins, without much estrangement. There seems to be no aristocracy, so we don''t need to pay attention to it. Comfort is the most important thing.


    Of course, not all of you are laborers. Many of you are armed with swords, and a few of you have bought whole body chain armour. There are three sword bearers with red steed badge also crowded by the fire, it seems that they have a special preference for the heat here. They looked up at Zhao Mai and noticed the rising fog on his wet clothes, so they just hummed and didn''t drive him away. If they do, they will form an impression of being overbearing and unreasonable in the eyes of others, which is not a good thing.


    The iron boots were thumping on the wooden stairs. A group of people in blue steel ring armour and silver gray shawls came down. Finally, Zhao Mai knows the heraldry! The twin towers that represent the Frey family in the twin river city are on their shoulders. Frey of the twin towers belongs to the big fish flag of the Tuli family, but his lord Wade Frey is dissatisfied with the Tuli family, but he has a long-standing relationship with the Lannister family of the Lion Flag.


    After the duck is roasted, it gives off a tempting aroma. Zhao Mai carries the reserved food according to the agreement, leaving only one duck leg. Madame Martha prepared him a plate of fried fish with bean paste, two broccoli flowers as ornaments, and an apple. When he came back, the seat by the fire was gone. The guy with the red horse badge spread his arms and occupied the place that belonged to Zhao Mai.


    So he took a seat on another table and sat with some guys who looked like caravan guards. These people took the initiative to clean up the table and make room for him.


    "In the rain? Young people get sick so easily. " A mercenary dressed in a faded blue cloak with a moustache on his lips said to him, "I recommend you to drink some of the liquor here. It''s made from barley. It''s very energetic. It''s the best way to get rid of dampness."


    "Ah, thank you." Zhao Mai thought for a moment and called out to Martha, "Madame, the strong liquor made from barley, give us a share here!"


    The mustache mercenary gave him a thumbs up: "good boy, you will always have good luck. My name is Bologna. May I help you


    So you''re Bologna? An agile, smart and very realistic free rider. Zhao Mai kept quiet and turned to look at the guys around him carefully. Just then, an old man with a white beard and a round belly helped a woman down from the second floor and sat down near the window. The woman''s eyes are full of sadness, looking at the rain outside gradually stop, quietly distracted.


    The old man with white beard was very alert. He looked at Zhao Mai, and the silent warning came out of his eyes. Zhao Mai sighed. Because he was familiar with the data of the original work and the calculation of time, he had already guessed the identities of the two men. The sad woman was Caitlin stark, the wife of ned stark, the Lord of the north, and the eldest daughter of the Lord of galloping city. Her marriage with ned is a political marriage, but after the marriage, the couple are very harmonious and have three sons and two daughters. Now her two daughters are following their father to King''s landing. Her second son was pushed down from the tower and seriously injured. I had been in a coma before, but I finally woke up recently, but I can''t remember who pushed him down. If these are just setbacks in life, the assassin''s assassination of her unconscious son is beyond her endurance. Like a frightened female wolf, desperate to protect her cubs, the current Caitlin stark, full of anger and sorrow, may erupt like a volcano at any time.It''s none of your business. Zhao Mai thought about it. His goal is to go north, cross the Great Wall, go deep into the wasteland and find the three eyed crow to learn. The right and wrong between nobles is very interesting from the perspective of bystanders, but it is totally different when mixed in, which often turns into bitter and boring suffering.


    In a short time, a major event affecting the situation of the whole country will take place in this hotel: the master mother of the stark family, the leader of the Northern Territory, arrested the second son of the Lannister family, the guardian of the western territory, leading the two families from secret fighting to open fighting. When the sword comes out of its sheath and the crossbow comes up, there is no room for turning things around.


    Zhao Mai is going to get up to see his dog and avoid the storm. Just then, opposite him, a handsome young man sat down, playing with a wooden harp. "Good man, the seven gods bless you." He raised his eyebrows to Zhao Mai and his eyes crackled. An empty wine glass rolled out of his sleeve and stood quietly on the table: "can I sing a song for your enthusiasm and generosity?"


    This is the former bard. His words attract many people''s eyes. If you go out at this time, it will be very abrupt. Zhao Mai looked, the dinner in front of him almost did not move, the wine did not drink, this time to go obviously can not explain the past. The white bearded Sir Roderick had noticed him. He was a cautious and alert man, and Zhao Mai could not imagine how he would react.


    The buttock that just raised twisted an angle, sat down steadfastly again. "And bless you, good singer. Would you like to have dinner with me? " Zhao Mai had to say so.