Ygritte stood with her hands on her hips, her voice wild.
However, the surrounding Free Folk burst into laughter and whistles.
They did like this fiery redhead, indeed.
But, for her to be their leader?
That was more like a funny joke.
"Hold on!"
"I, Tormund, will be the first to disagree!"
A thunderous roar exploded.
Tormund's massive body, like an enraged brown bear, pushed its way through the crowd.
His iconic red beard bristled with excitement, and a thick finger almost poked Ygritte's nose.
"Her? As the boss?"
Tormund glared at Lynn, his expression as if to say, "Are you out of your mind?"
"Lynn, she's just a little girl!"
"Doreah told me she hasn't even fully grown her hair yet; she saw it with her own eyes!"
"You absolutely cannot entrust such an important task to her!"
"My arrow can pierce your left nut from a hundred paces, Tormund."
God knows why she hadn't grown hair even at her age, but Ygritte retorted without showing weakness.
"Do you want to test if my little girl's arrow is hard enough?"
"I am the leader of the Free Folk! I've wrestled with giants! I've climbed The Wall!" Tormund pounded his sturdy chest, producing dull thuds.
"You want this red squirrel to lead us?"
"She'll probably lead everyone to chase a real squirrel and then plunge headfirst into a swamp!"
"At least I know what a swamp is!"
Ygritte retorted sharply.
"Unlike some idiot who saw a female bear and thought it was a pretty woman, just because it had a lot of fur!"
"Boom!"
The crowd erupted in thunderous laughter.
Tormund's rugged face instantly turned liver-colored.
His romantic escapade with Sheila the bear was a hurdle he could never overcome in his life.
But he did like those with a lot of hair.
Myrcella stood to the side, still wrapped in Lynn's thick bearskin cloak.
She watched the vulgar argument unfolding before her, her green eyes filled with novelty.
In King's Landing, noble disputes were poison needles hidden under silk gloves and daggers behind smiles.
Here, everything was so primal, direct, and full of savage vitality.
"Enough."
Lynn's voice instantly extinguished the impending fight between the two.
The entire camp immediately fell silent.
After all, the king-beyond-the-wall's authority still needed to be respected.
"Tormund,"
Lynn turned to the big man, a hint of a smile on his face.
Tormund turned his head, looking at Lynn, his face full of grievance.
He was exactly like a child who hadn't gotten his candy.
"Lynn, you can't do this to me, it's really unfair!"
"Who said it's unfair?"
Lynn walked up to Tormund, patted his thick shoulder, pulled him aside, and whispered mysteriously.
"Letting her be this rebel leader is just a show for those fools in the south."
"A show isn't real fighting and killing, what's the point?"
"As for why I didn't involve you, it's because I have a more important and more confidential task to give you."
"You misunderstood my good intentions; me not giving you a task is false, wanting you to do a more important task is true!"
"A more important task?"
Tormund's eyes instantly lit up.
That little grievance in his heart immediately vanished.
"Of course, I, Lynn, never lie."
Joking aside, when it came to serious matters, Lynn's expression also became solemn.
Seeing Lynn's expression turn serious, Tormund also began to listen carefully to what Lynn was about to say.
"This matter, only you, Tormund, my most trusted brother, can accomplish."
"If it were an ordinary person, I wouldn't even give him this task if he wanted it!"
This sentence precisely hit Tormund's sweet spot.
He immediately puffed out his chest, patting it with resounding thuds.
"Speak, Lynn!"
"What task?"
"Even if it's to poke a mother dragon's backside, I'll get it done for you!"
Lynn choked on his crude analogy, then pulled out a piece of parchment from his Huai.
"I need you to lead your most elite scouts to find some things."
Lynn drew and wrote on the parchment, not with words, but with pictures that the Free Folk could understand.
"The first kind is a tree; the liquid that comes out after boiling its branches becomes very elastic when dry and can be stretched very long."
"I've seen a lot of this stuff on The Wall; it's not hard to find, and it's all used for repairing tools."
Of course, this stuff was definitely not a species from Blue Star before the Time travel; this thing is very cold-resistant, similar to rubber. Lynn had seen Aemon use it and didn't know if it could be a substitute for rubber.
"Its sap is very useful to me, and its trunk can also be used to build me boats; I want you to collect a lot."
"The second kind is beets; I estimate there isn't any of this in the North, so see if there is any here. If not, never mind, I have a substitute for this."
"The third kind, find some unwaxed fruits, such as raisins, apples, or blueberries."
"Just the kind without a film on the surface."
"And a special kind of clay, I need it to make large clay pots..."
Lynn told Tormund the basic raw materials in the simplest and most direct way.
Tormund listened, bewildered.
He completely didn't understand what Lynn wanted these strange things for.
Rubber?
Was that edible tree sap?
"Lynn, you want these things... for war?"
Tormund scratched his head, his face full of confusion.
"More important than war."
Lynn's expression was inscrutable.
"It will allow us to have an endless supply of food during the coming Long Night."
An endless supply of food?
Tormund's breathing instantly became heavy.
For the Free Folk, nothing was more tempting than this promise!
"I understand!"
Tormund slapped his thigh abruptly, his face showing an expression of sudden realization.
He didn't know what Lynn was going to do.
But he knew.
This must be some kind of magical thing that he couldn't understand, but was incredibly awesome!
"Don't worry, Lynn!"
Tormund stood up straight, as if he bore the future of the entire tribe on his shoulders.
"I promise, even if I turn the entire North upside down, I will find these things for you!"
With that, he swiftly turned around and began to gather his most capable warriors, preparing to depart immediately.
Watching Tormund's energized back, Lynn smiled contentedly.
The Free Folk weren't that complicated; besides having a bit of trouble with comprehension, they were quite capable.
With Tormund's trouble resolved, Ygritte's position as "rebel leader" was also secured.
She looked triumphantly at the Free Folk who had dared to mock her earlier, her chin held high like a victorious rooster.
Lynn's gaze swept over the giants moving heavy objects.
There were about 300 of these giants.
Lynn was pondering.
These giants were excellent at besieging and conquering; once he had money, he would definitely equip these giants with full armor and a suitable weapon for each.
Just then.
A Free Folk scout, responsible for vigilance in the south, rode in at a gallop.
"King! South! A large number of wagons have arrived from the south!"
The scout dismounted, a hint of panic on his face.
"The wagons are flying red banners with a golden lion on them!"
Lannister?
The faces of all the Free Folk present changed, and they instinctively tightened their grip on their weapons.
Only Lynn's face remained calm.
He knew that Cersei's "dowry" had arrived.
Although this convoy had set off early, it would still take more than half a month to reach the Gift.
To arrive so quickly, Tywin must have transported it from other nearby locations.
This also showed Tywin's Pay attention to of Lynn.
Cersei's work seemed to be very thorough... At Lynn's signal, the camp's gate slowly opened.
Not long after, a seemingly endless convoy, escorted by hundreds of Lannister guards wearing red cloaks and fine leather armor, slowly drove into the Gift.
The wheels crunched over the snow, making a creaking sound.
Every wagon was fully loaded.
At the front were sacks upon sacks of grain.
The white flour made many Free Folk children want to stick out their tongues and lick it, but they were pulled back by their families and not allowed to get close.
Following closely were neatly stacked weapons and armor.
Fine steel longswords produced in Casterly Rock gleamed with a cold light under the northern sun.
Brand new plate armor and chainmail made the Free Folk warriors, who only wore tattered furs, stare wide-eyed.
Further back were large quantities of cloth, salt, ironware, tools... and even several wagons specifically transporting Dornish red wine for nobles.
All the Free Folk stared blankly at this massive convoy.
They had never seen so many supplies in their lives!
Especially ironware!
Beyond The Wall, ironware was a weapon that only the most elite Free Folk warriors could possess!
And this convoy had countless ironware!
They simply believed that this was richer than the treasuries of all the lords of the Seven Kingdoms combined!
Myrcella stood behind Lynn.
Looking at the fluttering golden lion banners, her green eyes shimmered with complex and unreadable light.
She knew very well.
How rare it was for Tywin Lannister, who was as greedy as money and valued family honor above all else, to willingly offer such a vast fortune to Lynn.
What methods had this man in front of her used?
Night fell.
The Gift lit up with bonfires more vigorous than ever before.
The Free Folk ate the newly distributed rations, devouring white bread and drinking ale.
The entire camp was immersed in a sea of revelry.
Lynn's tent was the largest and warmest in the entire camp.
Thick bearskin rugs were laid three layers deep by the enthusiastic Free Folk, completely insulating against the cold from the ground.
The tent itself was made of a single thick elephant hide, enough to withstand any severe cold.
In the central brazier, the finest charcoal burned, without a trace of smoke.
Lynn was sitting at his desk, by candlelight, refining the action plan for the fabricated "rebellion."
He needed to ensure that this act was convincing enough.
It had to give Catelyn sufficient reason to stay in the North, without truly harming innocents and causing resentment from House Stark and other Northern lords.
Moreover, his experience had not been touched, and he remembered his agreement with the Three-Eyed Raven.
As long as he could find a new body for him, he would gain music magic and Nature Magic.
It seemed he had to put all his experience into Greensight, which would also make it easier for him to quickly find suitable candidates.
After all, Nature Magic had a promotional effect on plant growth, which could further prepare for the coming Long Night.
Just then, the tent flap was gently lifted a crack.
A fiery red head peeked in.
"Lynn... are you asleep?"
It was Ygritte.
She was only wearing a thin linen nightgown, holding a thick fur blanket in her hands.
"Something wrong?"
Lynn looked at her.
"I... I'm cold."
Ygritte's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, her face flushed with an unnatural blush.
The excuse was laughably clumsy.
Her tent was equally warm.
Because all the Free Folk knew that Lynn's relationship with her was somewhat unusual, her tent, like Myrcella's, was set up to the highest specifications.
Under Ygritte's thin clothing, her exquisite curves were faintly visible.
There was even a fine layer of sweat on her skin.
Cold?
Who was she kidding?
Lynn watched her with composure.
"So?"
"Can I... can I sleep with you?"
Ygritte finally mustered the courage to state her purpose.
She held the blanket, standing awkwardly like a little fox caught stealing food.
"My tent really isn't as warm as yours."
Ygritte, afraid Lynn wouldn't agree, quickly added another sentence.
Lynn looked at her and suddenly smiled.
He didn't speak, but simply walked to his bed, lifted the fur blanket, and patted the empty half of the spot.
Ygritte's eyes suddenly lit up.
She almost cheered as she pounced over, like a young swallow returning to its nest, nimbly burrowing into Lynn's covers.
Her body was instantly enveloped in warmth.
Ygritte curled up beside Lynn like a kitten, resting her head on his arm, feeling his strong and powerful heartbeat.
The tent was quiet, with only the faint crackling of charcoal burning in the brazier.
Ygritte wasn't asleep.
She kept her blue eyes wide open, staring unblinkingly at Lynn's distinctly profiled face.
"Lynn."
Ygritte suddenly spoke.
"Hmm?"
"Myrcella... is she going to sleep with you too?"
Lynn's body stiffened for a moment.
"Why do you ask that?"
"I saw it."
There was a hint of imperceptible sourness in Ygritte's voice.
"On the dragon's back, you gave her your cloak."
"She was freezing," Lynn said.
"I was cold too!" Ygritte retorted indignantly.
Lynn sighed, unsure how to explain to this Free Folk girl with a peculiar way of thinking.
"She's not like us, Ygritte."
"What's different? Aren't we all one head and two legs?"
"How to put it, she's more... fragile, not as tough as us."
"Bullshit fragile!"
Ygritte suddenly sat up in the covers.
The breathtaking curve of her chest was faintly visible in the dim candlelight.
"She must be doing it on purpose!"
"She wants to pretend to be pitiful to make you feel sorry for her!"
"You've been fooled, Lynn!"
"You idiot! You don't understand anything!"
Lynn looked at her pouting expression, feeling a bit helpless.
He reached out, pulled this ruffled little wildcat back into the covers, and hugged her tightly.
"Alright, stop messing around."
The warm chest and strong arms gradually calmed Ygritte's struggles.
She buried her face in Lynn's chest and said muffledly.
"I don't care."
"Anyway, I want you to only sleep with me."
"If you dare to sleep with Myrcella, I'll... I'll shoot an arrow through her backside!"
Lynn's mouth twitched at her words.
"Aren't you on good terms with Myrcella?"
Ygritte mumbled.
"This is different..."
"I don't want her to marry you..."
Lynn looked down at the Free Folk girl in his arms, who spoke such fierce words yet was adorably domineering, and felt a touch of helplessness.
"Go to sleep, you have a big task tomorrow."
Lynn gently patted Ygritte's back, as if comforting a wronged pet.
Ygritte snuggled into his arms, found a more comfortable position, and her breathing gradually became steady.
Just as Lynn thought she had fallen asleep.
"Lynn..."
The person in his arms let out another dreamlike murmur.
"Can you control my body again, I want it..."
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