Tyrion was right. Edgar was really not happy now. The excitement he had when he learned that he could leave the Wall a moment ago was extinguished.
He was thinking about how to complete this task, and he no longer had the interest to laugh and scold. As he and Tyrion returned to the room, they talked about the schedule for leaving the Wall, and even their steps became a little heavy.
A tall and ugly night watchman carrying a big bag came towards him, which caught Edgar's attention.
"Owen, what are you carrying?"
"Food. Lord Benjen decided to set off north tomorrow morning to search for Waymar Royce, the wildlings, and some other weird things - if they really exist." The older ranger stopped and looked Egg up and down while carrying the things, as if he saw him for the first time: "Huh, a White Walker killer, now you're a food collector. You're going to King's Landing to enjoy yourself soon. Aren't you happy?"
"You can't imagine how many missions I'm being relocated to do." Edgar smiled and shook his head. Not to mention outsiders like Tyrion, even among the brothers in black, there are still many who don't believe in the existence of White Walkers.
They think the chief ranger and the commander-in-chief are crazy to believe the lies of the three deserters.
But now that Benjen had made it clear to him, there was no need to hide or cover up anything: "Of course, compared to your dangerous job of looking for White Walkers, it is indeed a good job... How are the special weapons for dealing with White Walkers being prepared?"
"Valyrian steel weapons. The commander-in-chief is the only one in the entire Black Castle. Benjen refused the commander's kindness to lend it to him.
"We did get some obsidian and made three dragonglass spearheads and a dozen dragonglass arrows. If you didn't lie about the number of White Walkers, it should be enough."
"I can only guarantee that I saw five, but there can't be only five White Walkers in the world. They must be like the princes and lords.
"They usually act separately, in groups of three or two outside the Wall, reaping the lives of small groups of wildlings everywhere, and robbing wildling babies to supplement their army of the dead.
"When there is no living wildling in the Haunted Wood and they are strong enough to attack the Wall, they will gather together."
Edgar temporarily put aside his thoughts about the tasks and became serious. He should do his job as a Ranger... and now he may be a multifunctional officer. In short, as a Night's Watcher, he certainly hopes that his comrades' actions will be safe and smooth.
Even if he does not talk about the greater good and only considers himself, the loss and defeat of the Night's Watch also means that he will be forced to recall or be forced to raise more supplies and manpower.
In a word, the interests of the Night's Watch are now his interests.
"There are still some things I must remind you of. The White Walkers are not monsters. They are intelligent magical creatures. My act of killing one of them must have alerted the remaining White Walkers. Although you have brought obsidian weapons, you still have to be careful."
Owen yawned: "You can just tell Benjen these words. I'm just a soldier. I'll do whatever the commander says and won't bother with any other matters."
"I've already told him, but for things like this, the more people know about it, the better." Edgar was still a little worried: "Also, remember, if someone dies or encounters a corpse on the road, be sure to burn it... Also, fire can deal with wights, but it can't kill White Walkers."
"Got it, my brain is not good, no matter how much you say I can't remember, now I'm leaving." The tall ranger was a little annoyed by his nagging. He waved his hand, carried the bag and walked past him without looking back.
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"I'm used to your straightforward and concise speech. I didn't expect to see such a long-winded side of you." Tyrion watched the burly ranger leave and couldn't help laughing: "You made it seem so real. I almost believe that the White Walkers really exist."
Edgar gave a helpless smile and did not intend to convince Tyrion of the existence of the White Walkers.
No matter how many reasons and excuses he had, although he was an outsider, he was a member of the Night's Watch in this world at this moment. Using the information advantage that others did not have and the lies, he was about to stay away from danger.
Benjen would take seven elite rangers, including Will, to the north to find evidence of the reappearance of the natural enemy of mankind...
Seven of them were all good men, but without Valyrian steel weapons, facing an enemy with absolute physical fitness, weapons and means advantages, and who was already prepared, even if they were equipped with obsidian weapons, they would still be in danger.
He was going to be a member of this group, but he pulled out at the last moment and threw his share of responsibility on others - if Benjen originally planned to let himself and Will lead the way,
then his departure would increase the danger faced by the remaining eight people by one-ninth; if Benjen temporarily chose Will as a substitute because of his absence, then he would turn this soldier who lived in the same tower with him day and night into a scapegoat.
There was no deep friendship between him and Will. Will would have died without him. But every time he thought of someone else risking his life for him, Edgar's heart tightened. He sighed quietly and suppressed the urge to stay and participate in this mission.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm probably just an honest man." Edgar tried to make his tone lighter. The team of rangers that set out tomorrow would most likely never return. But saying this would only sound like cursing his comrades.
After experiencing the lesson of Bran falling from the building, he already understood that there were some things he could not change before he had enough status and voice. "Finally I can leave, but I'm a little reluctant..."
Tyrion looked at him in surprise: "If I remember correctly, you were conscripted."
"Yes, but it wasn't the Night's Watch who conscripted me." Edgar shook his head,
"After I joined the Legion, I enjoyed the same treatment as everyone else, with food and accommodation, and some pocket money... Although the conditions were worse, it was equal after all.
"A poor noble whose name I didn't even know exiled me here, but the Night's Watch didn't treat me badly, do you understand what I mean?"
"I understand, you want to say that you don't hate the Night's Watch."
Edgar nodded and stopped talking. Seeing his former comrades preparing for tomorrow's patrol, the distress and headache of being assigned a bunch of tasks were swept away.
He realized: Although he encountered difficulties and even had a lot of impossible missions, compared with the team of rangers who were about to go north of the Wall to find the White Walkers, how lucky he was!
Not only that, it takes at least three months to go back and forth from the Wall to King's Landing. From the perspective of time, he not only avoided Benjen's patrol, but if Mormont still stubbornly prepared to go on a ranger expedition to find the missing Benjen, he would also avoid the next major crisis - compared to the safety of his life, what is the pressure of several complicated tasks?
He just used a piece of chicken soup for the gods to give great responsibilities to those who are in this position to fool Jon Snow, but now, he feels that he also needs chicken soup.
Which sentence is more suitable?
I have it - if you don't push yourself, you will never know how good you are.
Before crossing over, the conditions created for him by a powerful country and a pair of hardworking parents were too superior, so that he could live well without working hard, but after crossing over, the identity of the Night's Watch and equal treatment made it impossible for him to live well no matter what he did... so that he never knew what it felt like to do his best to do something.
Now, the comfortable days are over, and his future will depend entirely on his own decisions. Isn't it just a matter of being a material collection officer, a recruiter for King's Landing and the Crown Territory, the person in charge of dragon crystal mining, and the image ambassador of the Night's Watch? Egg decided to challenge himself. Nothing is difficult in the world if you set your mind to it!