Milan and Brinny were at the dining table, listening quietly as Stark sisters were talking. The beauty Brinny looked at Sansa in a dress. Her appearance reminded Brinny of Madame Caitlyn Tully, who had been loyal to her. She was also slender and slender, with beauty and temperament coexisting.

"If Miss Sansa intends to return to the North, I can escort myself," Brinny put down her knife and fork, and although her knight taste buds were not yet filled, she still looked away from the food and lowered the cutlery, "I used to be your mother's knight, and although I am now loyal to Lord Lynn, I am honored to protect a Miss Stark in a time of chaos."

"Sir Lynn, I'm sure I'm happy to welcome a Stark back from the North." Milan also suggested, "You can go back to the North. The cold North is now more peaceful than the warmer South."

"Thank you," Sansa's face showed gratitude, but she shook her head slowly and said: "However, I have been away from the North for too long. I want to go to Ailing Valley first, to Aunt Lesha's place in Eagle Nest City, and see if my brother Bran has defected to the valley after his disappearance."

"Miss Sansa is not suitable for going to the valley now. Even if you return to the north, you need to risk a huge danger. The narrow sea is filled with homeless Esos warships. Perhaps they have begun to launch landing wars on the east coast of the valley at this moment." Milan persuaded.

Sansa's eyes flashed twice, she pursed her lips and shook her head again, "I've made up my mind."

"Sister, Sister Milan is right," said Arya, "then..."

"I know, but I still want to go to Ellin Valley!" Sansa raised her hand to interrupt her sister, then got up and left the restaurant.

Erya also stood up, but Milan raised her hand to signal her to sit down. "Miss Arya, let Miss Sansa go. Everyone has their own choice."

Erya was slightly stunned and nodded immediately.

An hour later, a man covered in a cloak of gray cloth walked into the study of Milan. He hunched his back, as if the chains on his neck were overwhelmed. "Miss Milan," he said, "Mr. Lynn, sent a handwritten letter."

Milan opened his eyes and then turned around and replied to the messenger, "I will do my business as I told you, please tell me that everything is right."

Upon hearing this, the gray cloth shadow man bowed slightly indifferently, quickly retreated slowly, and disappeared at the entrance of the study room.

In the evening, in front of the gate of the East Coast Port Villa, a dilapidated mule cart drove out of the back door of the villa. A lame man was sitting on the shaft of the carriage and casually drove the mule cart. He passed through the bustling market and parked at the door of a blacksmith shop. A dirty blacksmith, holding a basket of common ironware, threw it into the carriage.

"The Lannisters took over the city wall, and a broken crossbow was piled up under the east wall. The craftsmen were dismantling it. When will they go to check in, please ask for instructions."

"When I left the yard, Miss Milan had already gone to the port to prepare a boat. After dismantling it, she used different carriages to pull it to the port. At the port berth, she found a boat with painted flying eagles flags, put the things on the dock along the ship and leave quickly. Someone will deal with the subsequent matters."

"As for order!" The blacksmith put the baskets filled with iron tools neatly on the carriage, and then got off the carriage and said with a silly smile: "The iron tools forged by my family are the most sturdy and durable. They are well used and will come back."

On the carriage, the groom driving nodded slightly, let out a low voice, then quietly shook his whip, the carriage walked around the street market and returned to the port villa.

Milan was waiting in the backyard. When he saw the carriage entering the yard door, he stepped forward and smiled at the lame groom and said, "Is it appropriate?"

“Everything is ready.”

Milan squinted at the groom's dress, handed a glass of warm wine, and then threw her eyes at her, "Miss Arya is really in a good look. If possible, can you send me some more things to the Tyrier family's house?"

Erya took the wine glass gently, looked at Milan, and then took a big sip. She felt that the whole body was washed warm by the warm wine. Erya then shook her left leg, which seemed to be lame but was so intact, and said dissatisfiedly: "Is it Lin En's letter to Gao Ting Rose?"

Milan smirked, without explaining.

Erya frowned and stretched out her hand and said, "Take it. But after finishing this, you have to tell me the trace of your little finger."

Milan took out a letter from her sleeve and said embarrassedly: "I'll bother Miss Stark."

After receiving the letter, Arya put it in the coarse cloth clothes, proudly picked up the whip and shook it again. The mule cart went to the back door again. However, when the mule cart and Arya's figure were about to disappear at the entrance of the courtyard, Erya's proud voice came into Milan's ears and said: "I guess the letter was the retreat arranged by Lynn for her future wife. It's just a hooligan, a little rose in the high court. It's just this guy with no eyes!"

Looking at the long-lasting back!

Milan was secretly sad in the yard alone, thinking about how he became the matchmaker of the Lord.

"Miss Arya, I'm sorry, Lord Lynn will not let you go to Ursos Bravos who continues to be trapped in the Black and White Courtyard, and your sister has decided to face it yourself."

Milan finished her whispering with ease, then looked up and watched two men in black squatting on the wall of the yard, staring at her silently.

Milan's deep-sleeping eyes were wide open, and her blue eyes were shining. When Wei Ran sighed, she waved her hand slightly at the figure on the wall. Two black figures nodded and quickly followed the direction of the mule cart.

The Gripen fleet was leaving Blackwater Bay outside King's Landing to avoid becoming a victim between King's Landing controlled by Tywin and Daenerys who landed on Dragonstone Island.

Under the eyes of the giant dragon and tiger, King Lin City is destined to have a tragic fate.

And as time goes by, the specific events that are happening in Ursus have gradually become clearer.

Bravos did not escape the fate of the coming of the gods, Lynn knew clearly.

If the Black and White Academy can still exist safely under such a terrifying change, then the secrets of this organization will be even more terrifying than he imagined.

As Arya Stark's friend, Bravos, who had helped Erya go, had now been shrouded in Erya's treacherous clouds and mist in the Black and White Courtyard.

Lynn believes that he is equally responsible for catching her out of the fog.

Arya's letter was true, but the letter did not specify a way out for Little Rose Margaret Tyriel, but asked her to help send Arya safely to the Gripen battleship that was preparing to return to the north.

As for Erya, she might have resisted Lin En's arrangements because of her rebellious heart.
Chapter completed!