Chapter 7

Huff...Huff...Huff..Huff..

It was already three weeks since I came to this world. I still can't believe it's happening to me but I have to admit, I'm all for it. This is a kind of experience and adventure you won't get in my old world. It's kinda excite me bringing adrenaline in my bones and the feeling was exhilarating. This must be what those daredevils feel when they perform extreme sports.

Currently, I'm sweating profusely running lap after lap around the camp working to improve my stamina. I do it in the morning and before the sun sets. Well, there's nothing to do anyway so instead of idling wallowing in ale, might as well improve my constitution and I don't think I'll be able to find a skill to improve that part of me in a short time.

To my surprise, my body is adapting quickly so I'm always adding some difficulties in my own training.

Of course, I attracted a lot of attention and peculiar gazes from the camp. They laugh at me in contempt and took me for a fool. Heh, but I ignored all of it and focus on my goals.

In the three weeks I stayed here, I have gathered some usefull skills from the soldiers around such as High Valyrian Language, Old Tongue, Tracking and Field-Dressing. Not the wearing costume type, okay? It's how you properly skin your game when you take down your hunted animal.

I also didn't neglect my training with the sword. Although I do it in my own tent using a wooden sword, my progress is still significant because of my ring even if I don't have a sparring partner.

On the other hand, I still can't solve my depleting coin purse. I mean I have a lot of ideas to earn but I can't do it inside the camp. I need to leave here first. The problem is, I don't have enough money to leave so back to square one.

My thoughts were interrupted when I saw Marlena waiting for me in the distance. She's looking at my direction holding clean towel. She kinda became my personal servant now since no one wants to take her in. They are afraid of her 'witch craft' and without any surprise, I was able to steer her faith about the Seven. Hehehe, 'Eloquence' is indeed powerful when used right.

Then I ordered her to move into my tent so I don't have to ask for her around the camp everytime I need something.

What about the other servants you ask? Well, they are afraid of me since the day I brutally murdered Tom. They seem to boycott me but I don't care. I still have Marlena. She was taking care of everything I need. Ahem.. I mean 'everything'.

I tell you, her mouth is heavenly, curing my lonely soul and my morning wood every morning. Don't get me wrong, we're not in a romantic relationship. We're still in a Master and Servant relationship. Who can blame me? In the era of no smartphones, internet and sports, the only entertainment available is sex. Well, she seems fine with it or rather she was ready long before I made a move. And for the record, I didn't rape her. She presented herself to me. We're both taking care of our body needs so why not?

Thankfully, my dick's size is rather decent and she enjoys riding my little dragon. Heh, I got a bitch of my own. I mean, who can resist such a young sexy body and her looks are decent enough for my taste. It seems the more I integrate in this world, my moral meters became lower and lower. Well, I gotta adapt right? I think it's normal here. When in Rome, do what Romans do and I'm gonna follow it.

A few moments later, I stopped in front of her panting hard from my run. Without me asking, she went forward to wipe my sweat. Ah, my sweet Marlena, a wife material servant. I smiled and nodded at her in satisfaction. I turned my head towards the sky and saw the sun beginning to go down in the horizon across the plain field. I took a deep breath and marvel at the incredible sight.

"Do you want me to prepare your dinner, my Lord?"

"No, I'll join Tristan and the others later. Sigh, they aren't accepting no for an answer. Well, It's been a while since I get along with them."

"As you wish, I'll be at the tent if you need anything." She stared at me seductively while biting her lips before turning around walking towards the camp.

Pak!

I slapped her ass and grab it before she can get away. She didn't mind and just giggled at what I did.

'Damn, this horny little bitch. Wew! I almost couldn't control myself. I will punish her later hehehe.'

I followed her to the camp and inside my tent but we didn't do anything... yet. I just changed my clothes to a more comfortable tunic before exiting the tent heading towards the campfire where Tristan and others at.

When I arrived, Tristan was already there, together with the Peake brothers, the young John Mudd, and Little Pussy. Yeah you heard it right, we don't know his name but they call him little pussy. While he had such a kinky nickname, I wouldn't dare estimate such a serious looking young man.

Tristan saw me approaching and he moved a little from his seat nodding for me to sit beside him.

We enjoyed the silent accompaniment until the sky went dark and the rest of the gang joined in with us around the campfire. Just so you know, Tristan only hold a lieutenant position in the Golden Company but his influence in the group is significant. These men here are under his wing. I'm lucky I gotta be friends with him.

When I sat down, good time session started with someone bringing a bowl of meat to everyone. We ate and drank while the boys tell their story one at a time. Even though I already heard some of them, I still enjoy watching their expression when they tell their tale. As the night deepened, the boys were already drunk and is now singing a folk song they knew together.

🎶

"Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done,

the Dornishman's taken my life,

But what does it matter, for all men must die,

and I've tasted the Dornishman's wife!"

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I smiled at them who had their arms around each other's shoulders while holding a cup of ale in another. They sing loudly with full of masculine voice trying to overpower each other's singing.

Finally the song was ended with full of laughter and roasting each of their looks with friendly ridicule.

Suddenly, Tristan nudged at me while barking in a loud voice to make sure everyone heard it.

"Hey lad, we've already gathered here more than I could remember but I haven't heard you sing even for once. Sing us a song, Aye?"

"What?" I could swear he was setting me up cause I see a devilish grin on his red face. A sign that ale has already gotten into him.

"Aye, we haven't heard ya sing a song mate. Come on, spill it. Sing us a song." Torman Peak chimed in.

"Come on, lad."

"Don't tease the kid anymore, he's back in being a coward once again."

"Hey that's low and I didn't even declined. If it's a song you want, then it's a song ya drunkards will get." I replied

"Oh ho ho ho.. our little brother has grown up."

"Shut up, Laswell! Does anyone of you have a lute?" I asked while scanning everyone of them.

The boys glanced at each other and shrugged before Little Pussy spoke up.

"I have one, I'll go get it."

Without waiting for long, Little Pussy came back with a Lute and he handed it to me immediately. The simplest description of it is the guitar that bards play inside the taverns.

I strum the strings just to make sure it's on tune and it seems Little pussy knows how to play cause it doesn't need any adjustment anymore.

At this time, all the boy's attention was on me and I'm strumming the lute in a slow tune.

'Hmmmm I guess I have to modify the lyrics but Santeria will do. '

"Listen old blokes, this song is an answer to your dornishman's wife song. Listen well." I shouted addressing the crowd.

I adjusted my voice in husky before singing out loud.

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"I.... Ahhh.. don't practice Santeria, I ain't got no crystal ball. "

Then I strummed the string in reggae style.

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"Well, I had a million golden dragon coins, I'd spend it all!

If I could find my dornish woman, and that bastard that she fucked.

Well, I'd kick his balls in kingdom come and I'd slap that whore down."

🎶

The words I sang earned some loud laugh from them.

As I was singing while looking out the crowd, I began to enjoy my own performance. I started walking around engaging my audience while I strum the lute.

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"Well, I really wanna know, oh yeah..

What I really wanna say I can't define.

Well, it's love, that I need. Oh...

My soul will have to wait till I get back, to find a another of my own.

Daddy's gonna love one and all.

I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break and I gotta live it up. Oh, yeah, uh huh. Well, I swear that I-ahhhhhh

What I really wanna know, oh yeah..

Oh, what I really wanna say is there's just one, way back, and I'll make it, yeah.

My soul will have to wait.... yeah, yeah, yeah. "

🎶

Then my strumming ends with a slow tempo.

They were silent for a moment before they erupted in cheer like they win some war. Tristan and the rest cheered standing up while holding their ales and shouting loudly. They gave me hundreds of pats in my shoulder and dozens of 'well sang' praises.

To tell you the truth, it felt great. And it boost my pride as other worlder. At that moment I feel like a fucking superstar and I like that addicting sensation.

After they calm down, some of them still can't get over the song. Then one of them couldn't resist anymore.

"Lad, you really sang well. Sing us another song. Come on. If we only knew you can sing so well, we would've drag you down here every night." says Denys Strong.

"Come on, Denys. Don't do that. It would be embarrassing to sing to a group drunkards who pee on their pants every night, aye?"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"hahahahaha he's right."

"You agree with the lad when you are included in it you idiot."

"Ahahahahahahahaha fucking idiot, he's drunk."

Then out of nowhere, an idea came into my mind. The mysterious light bulb gave me a blessing that will solve my utmost problem which is... Money.