Chapter 23: Wandering Warrior

After leaving Robb, Jon traveled almost day and night. Except for the time when he went to the market to buy a horse for a change, he hardly gave himself any time to breathe.

He left the northern border almost non-stop and crossed the river in just five days.

That means Jon ran nearly 1,500 miles in less than ten days, and three horses died on the way.

During these ten days of traveling as if his life was at risk, Jon's already thin body became even thinner, his eye sockets were sunken, and he looked like he was sick. If he hadn't been taking ginseng to support himself, he might not have been able to reach the king's territory.

However, when he was about to enter the Crownlands, Jon had to stop temporarily and led the horse to a woods. Without even looking around to see if there was anyone around, he prepared to take off his pants to check his injuries.

Although he was very careful on the road, his butt still hurt. Of course, this was not the worst thing. The worst thing was that after traveling day and night for more than ten days, Jon's thighs had been rubbed by his pants, and the blood had stuck his skin to the fabric of his pants.

Jon took a deep breath and tried to pull off the pants that were stuck to his legs.

However, he didn't expect that the tearing sensation from the rich and sensitive nerve plexus on the inside of his thigh almost made him faint.

Holding up the waistband of his pants with his hands, Jon came to a stream. He made up his mind and took off his pants completely. Large pieces of blood scabs were torn off. After two or three breaths, a layer of fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Throwing the pants aside, he stretched his legs into the cold water. A stream of bright red spread from his crotch and spread along the direction of the water.

This embarrassing way of bleeding made him check his vitals, and he found that his 'Glock' had been numbed by the bumps, but other than that there seemed to be nothing wrong.

Although he wanted to verify whether he had any internal injuries and try whether his functions were still normal, he gave up because he was not in the mood and had no other means to help.

He cleaned the wound, tore off some clean cloth and used it as a bandage around his leg. After all, there were no clean clothes for him to change into.

Seeing that there was no one around, Jon stood there naked, waiting for the water on his body to dry naturally. The most important thing was that he had to make sure his wounds were dry. After all, there were no antibiotics for him to use in this place that looked like the Middle Ages. It would be troublesome if he got infected.

Perhaps he was mentally exhausted from running around for more than ten days in a row, and he didn't even notice someone approaching from behind. When he just pulled up his trousers and prepared to leave, a shrill voice rang out.

"Bobby, look at that guy. Could he have been raped?!"

Jon was wearing grey pants, and due to the blood seepage, his thighs and groins appeared dark red, which made people think of something wrong at first glance.

Jon looked back and saw two guys about thirty years old, holding the swords at their waists and looking at him. Both of them had big beards, one black and one yellow.

Jon didn't want to pay attention to them.

"Boy, it seems that the person who got you is really generous. He gave you a horse at once?"

"Hahaha, there's so much blood, maybe the horse caused it!"

Although he had sensed the two men's intention to pick a fight, Jon did not intend to take action until they really made things difficult for him. Now he was really racing against time, and he was ready to kidnap Ned the moment before he was beheaded.

Although the hope is slim, as long as Ned is still alive, he must seize every opportunity.

Seeing that Jon was unmoved by their humiliation, he quickly untied the reins that tied the horse to the tree and prepared to leave. The two looked at each other, and the yellow-bearded man said:

"Leave your horse behind, boy."

Jon stopped untying the rope, feeling very unhappy. He realized that he had to get rid of these two guys.

"No, this horse... this horse is not mine."

Jon acted cowardly, as if just saying these words had taken all his courage.

The two of them sneered and labeled him a wimp in their hearts. In their eyes, Jon's rejection was like the scream of a little white rabbit facing a big bad wolf and could be completely ignored.

Moreover, Jon looked like a thin dog because of his heavy consumption. The two of them thought they were big and strong, but Jon's slender limbs would be broken if they exerted the slightest force.

The two men moved forward on the branches and fallen leaves on the ground, and Jon also retreated cooperatively, but soon his back hit the body of a bay horse.

"I said leave your horse behind."

His voice was low, as if he would punch Jon if he dared to say another word. Looking at the two men's arrogant looks,

It's just that at that time, Jon had learned a few tricks from the master in the Taoist temple, and he liked to stand out. He taught countless "little bullies" like this a lesson, and most of them were just guys who bullied the weak.

The man with yellow beard acted impatiently. He usually used this method to bully peasants and the second sons of noble families who lived alone.

Of course, this is only limited to minor nobles. Great nobles usually carry fully armed attendants when they go out.

Seeing him spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, Jon almost laughed in his heart. They were almost exactly the same as the group of little scum he met in school.

Jon leaned his back against the bay horse, like a small stick pressed against the wall by the strong wind, and said with stammering lips: "Well...well, I...I can give...you the other two horses, but this one won't do!"

Yellow Beard shouted

"Don't you understand me? Get out of here!"

Two drops of white saliva spurted out of his mouth and stained his beard. This guy was very dramatic and it looked like his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was not blackmailing Jon, but trying to take back his own things.

Seeing that Jon was holding on to the reins of the horse tightly and refused to let go, Blackbeard behind him cursed, spat on the ground, and was about to step forward and strangle Jon's neck. Killing one man and getting three horses was a good deal.

Just like a giant bear slapping its paws at the poor and skinny deer, it seemed as if Blackbeard could pinch Jon's trachea and decide his life or death in the next moment, but at this moment something strange happened.

Jon pulled out the sword from somewhere, and with a flash of cold light, Blackbeard's head soared into the sky. His huge head spun and flew out, bringing up a rain of blood. On the other side, Yellowbeard had no time to react before Jon put the sword on his neck.

The cold sword blade, still stained with blood, made Yellow Beard feel a chill that went up from the soles of his feet to his head, and he froze in place.

"I ask, you answer, understand?!"