Lancelot's luck was truly in with this draw; he actually pulled the Black Jade Intermittent Ointment. This was a legendary healing salve for mending broken bones!
"With this, even if Bran's legs are shattered, he can stand again," Lancelot thought.
He then examined the other items.
A lighter, a skeleton key, a compound bow, a Zhuge repeater crossbow, Beast-Face Heaven-Swallowing Armor, a beret, a Sky Piercer Halberd, and a bicycle—all practical items.
Peking Duck and Lanzhou Beef Noodles were edible.
As for the Energy Amethyst and the Fire Spirit Stone, they had other uses.
The Energy Amethyst could provide powerful energy, saving Lancelot a lot of effort when transmuting gold. The Fire Spirit Stone could enhance the fire power of a fire-attribute beast.
As for the rebar (threaded steel), once forged by a blacksmith, it could become a sword of refined steel. Although not up to the level of Valyrian steel, it was still top-tier steel.
Finally, the Damascus Knife had beautiful patterns, just like a Valyrian steel sword, but it lacked magical enhancements.
Lancelot planned to find someone who didn't know better and sell the Damascus Knife.
Leaving his room, the first person Lancelot met was Melisandre.
"Ser Lancelot, Thoros and I agree that the curse of Harrenhal is real. As the tide of magic returns, the curse grows stronger. Bran's fall is a manifestation of that," she said.
"Then isn't House Whent, who lives here, in terrible danger? Can they even survive?" Lancelot asked.
"I fear their good days are numbered. No one can occupy Harrenhal for long; it chooses its own masters," Melisandre said.
"Should we warn them?" Lancelot asked.
"You should resolve the matter with Bran first! Lady Catelyn's attitude toward you has always been poor, and now you have become her greatest enemy," Melisandre advised.
In a room in Harrenhal, Catelyn and Eddard watched over Bran, who lay pale and unconscious on the sickbed.
"It's all Lancelot's fault! It's him! He not only killed Jon Arryn but wanted to kill my Bran."
"Ned, we should take revenge!"
She spoke with a fierce light in her eyes.
"Cat, this was just an accident. Sansa and Arya both said Bran climbed down himself. And Lancelot even sent Hrakkar to save Bran at the end."
"It's just that with so many people below, Hrakkar was a little slow."
Eddard Stark remained relatively rational. He didn't believe in the curse of Harrenhal and preferred to believe this was an accident.
Lancelot went to the stables and called over "Little Fire," the Ember Fire Dragon Steed.
"Little Fire, here's something good for you."
Lancelot took out the Fire Spirit Stone and fed it to him like an apple.
Little Fire chewed up the Fire Spirit Stone and swallowed it all. Instantly, a wave of heat radiated from him.
Lancelot couldn't help but retreat a dozen steps.
When Lancelot looked at Little Fire again, the horse looked the same, except now he breathed fire.
"You learned to breathe fire!" Lancelot happily mounted Little Fire. He felt the heat radiating from the horse beneath him; even beyond the Wall, the rider would feel warm.
Lancelot rode Little Fire to the Stark family's quarters.
Jon Snow, Sansa, and Arya were outside the room, worrying about Bran. Seeing Lancelot, they all looked over.
"Lancelot, Father and Mother are inside! Mother seems to be cursing you constantly. You'd better wait until she leaves before seeing Bran!" Sansa Stark said.
She was very worried about another conflict between her mother and Lancelot.
"I brought a miracle cure this time. Please announce me, and ask the Maester to come as well," Lancelot said.
Shortly after, inside the room, the Maester carefully examined the Black Jade Intermittent Ointment.
"This substance seems to be a secret medicine. Although I do not know its formula, I am somewhat confident in its effects. It may heal young Bran's injuries," the Maester said.
"Really? Can Bran really recover?" Catelyn asked.
"Yes, but how to use it depends on Ser Lancelot."
Facing everyone's gaze, Lancelot explained the method.
"We must break all the bones in Bran's legs again, shattering them completely. Then, we apply the Black Jade Intermittent Ointment. He will gain a pair of even stronger legs."
"Break them all again? This..." Eddard Stark couldn't bear it.
But at this moment, Catelyn agreed decisively. She looked at Lancelot with a burning gaze.
"You must do it yourself. If Bran does not recover, I will do everything in my power to kill you."
"My Lady, Bran is my friend. Naturally, I will save him," Lancelot said.
Lancelot then took out a sheep-head hammer (claw hammer) and began to break the bones in Bran's legs one by one. Afterward, he applied the Black Jade Intermittent Ointment.
"In three months, he will recover! King's Landing has the best medical conditions! We can fully ensure Bran's health," Lancelot said.
"That is best."
After walking out of the room, Lancelot suddenly felt hungry. He took out the Peking Duck and Lanzhou Beef Noodles and found a place to eat.
"It smells so good! What is that smell?"
Following the scent, Arya found Lancelot.
"Lancelot, what are you eating?"
"Eating a meal!" Lancelot said.
"I see you're having a private feast! You have good food and don't share!"
With that, Arya reached out to grab a duck leg from Lancelot.
She successfully snatched one.
"Why does this taste different from what I've had before? Who roasted it?" Arya asked, blinking her big, lively eyes.
"Dragon King Aegon roasted it. When he burned Harrenhal, all the ducks here were cooked. They flew everywhere, and I caught one! Hahaha!" Lancelot laughed.
Arya pouted, not believing a word he said.
She sat on a large rock on the ground, looked at Lancelot, and asked:
"Is King's Landing fun?"
"It is, but it seems you aren't allowed to keep wolves!"
"You have a super-sized lion! Why aren't wolves allowed?" Arya argued.
"Usually, Hrakkar stays outside the city and doesn't enter. I can control Hrakkar, but can you control Nymeria?" Lancelot asked.
"That's a bit hard. She's growing bigger and bigger, and in crowds, she sometimes doesn't listen."
"That's because she feels threatened! Someone might be eyeing her fur," Lancelot said.
"Where do you keep Hrakkar?"
"The South Mountain Nursing Home," Lancelot said.
"Can our wolves be kept there too?"
"Please, help us! Ser Lancelot!" Arya pulled hard on Lancelot's hand.
"Alright! But when there are many people, they must be kept in iron cages. There are old people there; if the wolves get loose, they can't run," Lancelot said.