Just as Mufasa's mount, Heraka, and his attendant, A'guda, were intimidating Master Alliser, Maester Aemon, the oldest member of the Night's Watch, spoke.
"Ser Mufasa, could you do me a favor and not stoop to Master Alliser's level? You know he is, after all, a knight, and he has always harbored resentment about being exiled to The Wall."
Mufasa looked at the old man whose eyes were dim, but not yet completely blind.
"Maester Aemon is right. Heraka, come back. A'guda, return his weapon."
Heraka retracted his massive lion head and stood behind Mufasa like a guardian deity.
A'guda also sheathed Alliser's sword.
"Ser Mufasa, please join us by the fireplace to talk! It's simply too cold outside," said Lord Commander Jeor Mormont.
Mufasa entered the great hall with them. After they all left, Master Alliser revealed a venomous look in his eyes, but then he caught sight of Heraka's huge lion head and instantly flinched in fear.
"Qyburn, where are the new recruits you brought this time? I'm going to give them a good training!" Master Alliser roared, trying to regain some courage.
"Just these two, but they're both mute, so you'd best go easy on them!" Qyburn said.
"Mute? Even better! They won't talk back. I like it!" Alliser showed a cruel smile.
"They're not ordinary prisoners, but..." Qyburn paused there. He then closed his mouth.
He couldn't very well say they were all assassins, could he? And that they had killed two previous Night's Watch recruits.
"Even if they are murderers, it doesn't matter. In these past ten-odd years, I've trained countless qualified Night's Watchmen."
Alliser said.
The Night's Watch lacked enough knights, but after the fall of King's Landing last time, a large number of people who didn't want to surrender donned the black and came to The Wall. Alliser was considered a leader among them.
In the great hall, a warm fire burned in the fireplace.
Mufasa looked at the row of Night's Watch high-ranking officers before him. They represented the entire black-clad legion. However, the Night's Watch currently numbered less than a thousand, its strength greatly diminished from before.
"Name: Jeor Mormont"
"Identity: 997th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch"
"Profession: Night's Watchman"
"Strength: 12"
"Speed: 8"
"Intelligence: 15"
"Spirit: 16"
"Magic: 7"
"Talent: None"
"Name: Aemon Targaryen"
"Identity: Targaryen Royal Family"
"Profession: Night's Watchman"
"Strength: 2"
"Speed: 3"
"Intelligence: 25"
"Spirit: 16"
"Magic: 18"
"Talent: Dreamwalker"
Mufasa spent all the popularity points he gained from the Night's Watch on checking the stats of the Night's Watch high-ranking officers.
He noticed that their profession was uniformly 'Night's Watchman', not further subdivided into Ranger or Steward.
"Ser Mufasa! How is Robert doing?" a one-armed blacksmith asked. His name was Donal Noye, formerly the blacksmith of Storm's End.
The hammer King Robert used to kill Rhaegar was forged by him, and he also forged Stannis's first sword.
"The King is well, feasting and reveling every day!" Mufasa chuckled.
"Ah, it seems he has changed after all!" Donal Noye sighed.
"He hasn't changed, he's just adapted to his new identity. He's still Robert Baratheon!" Mufasa said.
His words made Donal Noye's sunken eyes light up again.
"Ser Mufasa, as the King's envoy, how may we assist you?" Lord Commander Jeor Mormont asked.
"I need someone to take me to inspect the condition of all the Night's Watch castles, and the current situation on both sides of The Wall. Finally, I also want to go into the Haunted Forest with the Rangers."
Several high-ranking Night's Watchmen whispered among themselves, and finally, Lord Commander Jeor Mormont spoke.
"We will cooperate with your actions, but please do not do anything out of line! Including but not limited to provoking or insulting other members of the Night's Watch, like Master Alliser."
"Fine, I'll walk around him from now on!" Mufasa said irritably. When had he ever provoked or insulted Alliser?
"Alright, first arrange accommodation for me, I need a double room!" Mufasa said.
"Understood!" Maester Bowen Marsh said. As the Chief Steward, he managed all miscellaneous affairs outside of combat.
At this time, Tyrion had already become familiar with several Night's Watchmen; his social skills were indeed strong.
Tyrion extracted many things from the Night's Watchmen's mouths.
However, they were all just scary stories from Beyond the Wall, and how many Rangers had recently gone missing.
Waymar Royce and his group were not the first Rangers to disappear, nor the last. After them, Lord Commander Jeor Mormont sent many people to look for them, but none of those people ever returned.
"Lord Tyrion, you and Ser Mufasa represent the King. Does this mean that the Seven Kingdoms' support for the Night's Watch will arrive soon?" a young Night's Watchman asked. He had only recently arrived and had not yet performed a single patrol mission.
But the deaths and disappearances of his seniors made him feel afraid.
"Support? It's not so easy to get benefits from the King, after all, the royal treasury is already six million gold dragons in debt." Tyrion said truthfully.
"My heavens! Six million gold dragons!"
The young Night's Watchman fell to the ground in fright, his legs weak, seemingly unable to get up.
"Then, how does King Robert maintain his rule? By his violence?"
"He relies on credit. When there are too many fleas, they don't bite. Our King Robert is now the biggest debtor to the Iron Bank, Lannister Family, House Tyrell, the Bank of Oldtown, the Bank of Lys, and the Bank of Myr," Tyrion said with a hint of sarcasm.
However, Tyrion also secretly admired Robert. To owe so much money and still sit securely on the Iron Throne was truly a miracle.
"Then, will support for us, the Night's Watch, still come?"
"That depends on our King! Hahaha, but these are not things a young man like you needs to consider. If The Wall falls, someone taller will bear the brunt, won't they!" Tyrion's two mismatched eyes gleamed.
Even if The Red Keep collapsed, he could live longer than others, after all, he was a dwarf, and a very small place could provide him shelter.
Mufasa came to the base of The Wall and pressed his palm tightly against the ice wall.
"There is no magic here! At least not on the southern side!" Melisandre appeared behind Mufasa.
"What do you mean? Is there magic on the northern side of The Wall?" Mufasa asked.
"Perhaps! But most of the ice here is ordinary ice. However, some spells have been added to it by others, which can prevent evil things from passing through," Melisandre said. She could feel magic within The Wall, but not every block of ice was enchanted.
"Evil things cannot pass, meaning Others and the like can't get in?" Mufasa asked.
"Perhaps, the Others are also a highly intelligent race. They might be able to figure out a way to pass through The Wall, even without destroying it. Sending one or two wights over wouldn't be too difficult," she said.
Mufasa suddenly had an idea. He decided to do something interesting. He called Heraka and took up his valyrian steel spear: Ghostbane.
He named this spear Ghostbane, its meaning clearly being to eliminate Others.
Heraka carried Mufasa flying to the top of The Wall.
The wind here was stronger, the snow colder.
Looking north, there was a primeval forest, which was the Haunted Forest. The forest was covered in heavy snow, with virtually no green visible, just an endless expanse of gray. The snow, having fallen year-round, was no longer white.
After glancing Beyond the Wall, Mufasa rode Heraka slowly down, but on the way down, he used Ghostbane to carve a sentence into the ice wall.
"In 298 AC, the 16th year of Robert's reign, Mufasa came to The Wall."
After writing this, he used the Fire-Spark Technique to burn the location of the inscription, making it clearly visible and preserving it for longer.
He used the Fire-Spark Technique instead of the more powerful Firebird Technique because there was too little fire energy here to use it!
The Night's Watchmen below saw Mufasa's actions. Some gritted their teeth, thinking he was damaging The Wall, while others envied Mufasa for having a flying mount.
"Mufasa, are you coming down later?"
Before Mufasa had even landed, Tyrion shouted loudly.
"What is it, Tyrion?" Mufasa asked. He kept Heraka hovering in place.
"Write my name on it too! Before yours."
Mufasa smiled helplessly, then once again had Heraka fly back to the original spot.
"The gap seems a bit small, but I can add Tyrion's name in front."
"Tyrion came to The Wall with Mufasa in 298 AC, the 16th year of Robert's reign."
After writing it, Mufasa carefully checked it, and satisfied that there were no mistakes, he landed.
Tyrion immediately walked over and praised Mufasa.
"We, uncle and nephew, have done something that will be remembered for a thousand generations! Hahaha!"
Tyrion put his hands on his hips and burst out laughing.
"When the ice melts, our names will also disappear, Uncle!" Mufasa said.
"Then don't let it melt! Don't you know magic? Can't you add more water and freeze it solid?" Tyrion asked.
"Water magic? I don't know it! A priest of the lord of light doesn't know water magic," Mufasa said.
"Although I don't know water magic, I can use shadow magic to turn the characters you carved black, making them easier for others to recognize," Melisandre said, appearing before the two.
"Great! Come on, I'll take you up." Mufasa said. Although he had carved the words with his spear, they were the same color as the ice, making them unclear from below. If they were black characters on translucent ice, they would be easily visible to everyone.
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