The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

Following the light of the oil lamp, the three of them shuttled through the narrow aisle under the invisible dark vaulted ceiling.

All three of them were dressed in black and black hair, as if they were shadows in the dark.

Samwell Tully walked carefully in front. He was too fat, but the bookshelf and the bookshelf were very narrow. In many cases, he had to walk sideways.

At the front table embedded in a stone wall niche, Sam used a small oil lamp in his hand to light a large oil lamp hanging above his desk. The top of the oil lamp is covered with a lampshade, and the periphery of the lampshade is hollow.

"You are reading here?" Will said.

"Yes, my lord."

Sam opened the desk and carefully picked up a few books from the drawer, as if holding injured kittens and dogs, for fear of hurting them.

"My lord, these three books are about the language of the children of the forest, dragons, and some cipher spells. But you have to be light. These books are old and can be easily torn apart. Bachelor Yimon said that every book It will be repaired in a hundred years or so. If it is not repaired, it must be copied again. I estimate that these three books have been copied a dozen times."

Will picked up the first book, and the words on it were like tadpoles swimming in the water. He has seen this text, in the eyes of time and space, but how should these words be pronounced and how should they be pronounced? He is not clear.

Will opened the book. The cover of the book was four leaves of different colors, which were antique. On closer inspection, the leaves were composed of the children of the forest and the fish beam. When I opened the book, Will was overjoyed. Next to each word, someone made a note in lingua franca and marked the pronunciation of lingua franca.

"Sam, have you learned these languages?"

"...No...sir!" Sam evasively said.

Will smiled slightly, the kid had lied, and he was afraid of being taken to the expeditionary army.

Will handed the book of the Son of the Forest to Blake: "You will be literate and learn with you. The expeditionary army will meet the Son of the Forest, and you will be the translator."

"Yes, my lord." Blake took the book, expressionless, neither sad nor happy.

"My lord, I think this is what you want the most." Samwell took out several scrolls from another drawer.

"what is this?"

"Map, my lord," Samwell said.

"Map?" Will hurriedly opened the first scroll. It was a big map of the world, with Westeros, Narrow Sea, Essos, Asia, Yuhai Island, and Vale. Leah was not destroyed by the fire before the map.

Will slowly opened this map. On the far northwest side of the map, there was a map of the Land of Eternal Winter.

"Is there a more detailed geographic map than this?" Will said.

"Yes, my lord. I'm sorry if I discovered this library sooner, Benson and Bunus would not have to spend so much time measuring the territories and geography outside the Great Wall."

Will is overjoyed, if there is a regional map, this is invaluable.

If there are detailed maps of the ancestors' Fist Peak, Frost Fang, Ghost Forest, and Everwinter Land, how can they march and where can they ambush? Where traps are laid, precise layouts can be made.

Will opened the second scroll, which was a map of Dorne and the Midsummer Islands to the south. The mountains, rivers, forests and lakes were clearly marked.

If you want to attack Dorne, you can see where there is natural danger, where there is a small path, and where is a desert oasis.

The only worry is that the map is too far away, and the current terrain has changed because of the wind and sun.

But no matter how it changes, the general trend of mountains and rivers will not change, only the size of the small roads and towns.

Will opened the third scroll. It was a detailed map of King's Landing, Heishui Bay, and Fengshibao Bay. The forests, mountains and mountains were marked by primitive tribes.

The fourth one is a map of the North of the Great Wall, from the ghost forest, to the ancestor's fist peak, to the frozen coast, to the frost and snow tooth, to the land of eternal winter, where are the children of the forest and where are the cannibals, Where there are giants, where is the kingdom of ghosts, roads and lakes, trails and secret paths, all are marked.

"This is amazing!" Will overjoyed. I will go to the expedition tomorrow, and I found the expedition map today.

"My lord, there is another book here, which I think is also useful for the expeditionary army."

He pushed a few scrolls away and found a book with a rotten cover. "This is it," he said piously. "It was written by a Ranger surnamed Redwin. It was about his journey from the Shadow Tower to the desolate cape on the frozen coast. Although there is no date on it, But he mentioned Doron Stark, the king of the North, so this must have been done before the conquest of the war. My lord, they fought against giants! Redwin even traded with the children of the forest. Inside the book." He turned the page cautiously with a finger, "Look, he drew a map..."

"Blake, you may also be able to write down our expeditionary army this time."

"My lord, I am offended. You only returned to the Black Castle today and will expedition tomorrow. Are you ready?" Blake said.

"When fighting in the West, I was ready for the expedition."

Sam Weir came to a bookshelf and flipped some scrolls: "My lord, there are still many versions of the map. It is probably different versions of maps in different periods. If you give me time... I have a way to put everything in order, I know I It can work, but it will take a lot of time...There are still many ancient books, which are broken with a single touch, and those books need to be copied again. Alas, to be honest, it will take years at least."

"You may need the help of the Bachelor of the Old Town to restore the ancient books." Will said, "We should ask Bachelor Imon to write to the Old Town, and the Old Town will send a Bachelor to assist you. Yes, Sam, you need the assistance of the Bachelor. "

Blake pulled out a bunch of scrolls from a box and blew off the thick dust on it. When unrolling, a small corner of the scroll peeled from his fingers.

"Look, this one is about to break." Blake frowned as he watched the faded handwriting.

"Lighter." Sam walked around the table and took the scroll from him, as if holding a newborn baby. "Important books are often copied when needed. The oldest book here may have been copied 50 or 60 times. It."

Blake picked up the fallen paper and opened it gently, "Hey, this is nothing to copy. Thirty-three barrels of salted cod, seventeen barrels of beer, one barrel of pickles, and twelve barrels of animal oil. ..."

"This is a list of goods," Sam said, and he rolled up the paper carefully. "From the accounts, we can know how many people in the Night Watch Corps were and what kind of life they lived..." He was very happy. Like a child, "Sir, I also found a portrait of a human face on a fish-beam wood, a monograph about the giants and the Horn of Winter... There are also scrolls that don’t even have in the school town. Look here, sir, The iron-smelting scrolls handed down from ancient Valyria are scrolls made of Valyrian steel, made of high-quality gold silk satin, so they are well preserved, and there are records of seasonal changes made by bachelors thousands of years ago... …"

"Valyrian steel reel?" Will's voice changed.

"Yes, my lord, there are also scrolls about the Dragon’s Horn, many, many..." Samwell’s voice trembled with excitement, "My lord, when you come back from the expedition, I will arrange all these important scrolls for you. And I hope that it can be translated with the help of Bachelor Yimon. The scrolls of Valyrian Steel are all in the high-level Valyrian language. Really, I promise you that I will translate all these books and then transcribe them. Copy it again and save it."

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