After all, according to the original schedule, they should have been arriving in King's Landing by now, not continuing to camp in the wilderness.
Although the nobles didn't raise any objections, that was mainly because they didn't need to stand guard, chop wood, feed horses, or build the camp.
The reason these soldiers complained was naturally due to overwork.
Listening to these complaints and laughter, Jon didn't intend to join in. Although he had become friendly with many soldiers these days and was respected by them because of his generosity.
But making fun of the royal family like this? God knows if bad luck would strike because of it.
However, just as he was about to stay away from trouble, a voice suddenly came from nowhere right into his ear.
[Look at these commoners, daring to gossip about nobles. As the King's squire, you should correct their behavior, not walk away.]
Hearing the advice in his ear, Jon's brows furrowed slightly.
For some time now, he had almost forgotten the existence of this dog thing. And the increasingly better external environment also made him forget the unhappiness of the past.
But perhaps detecting Jon's true thoughts, the System not only didn't retreat but became even more rampant.
[Ding-dong! Detected that the Host has been idle for a long time, violating the destiny of Rising and Grinding. Therefore, the System has automatically increased the difficulty and adapted the current plot for you.]
"Holy sht?! Are you trying to start something?"
While screaming internally, Jon stood up abruptly, wanting to do something.
However, he was a step too late. After speaking, the System didn't care whether Jon agreed or not and immediately took over his body.
[Random Mission Issued: Please act as a loving father and give the brat a complete childhood.]
At the same time he heard the System prompt, Jon lost control of himself again.
Not only that, he turned around and returned to his tent. When he reappeared, he didn't say a word and started walking toward the bonfire.
At this time, the soldiers and squires, who were already drunk, couldn't notice Jon's stiff expression at all.
Seeing the bastard who always treated them to food and drink walking over slowly, everyone immediately cheered and surrounded him. Then, habitually, they took the wine from Jon's arms and pulled him to sit by the fire.
Then, without waiting for Jon's agreement, the group continued their previous topic.
At this moment, the transmigrator was firmly bound by the System, his body unable to move at all.
But just before sitting down, he vaguely saw a beautifully dressed blonde boy limping toward them, looking exactly like the mocked Joffrey.
However, because it was just a glimpse, Jon wasn't too sure about this point.
But out of his understanding of this System, he naturally knew that the other party wouldn't initiate One-Click Auto-Pilot for no reason.
This dog thing only became this active when torturing its Host.
Sure enough, before Jon could think of a countermeasure, he glimpsed out of the corner of his eye that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, accompanied by two Red Cloaks, had already walked into the range of the bonfire and clearly heard the teasing of the soldiers and followers.
"Thanks to the generous Lord Jon! Let that sissy go to hell!"
"Haha, drink up! Anyway, when the Crown Prince succeeds to the throne, he'll definitely chop off your heads."
"What are you afraid of? That little whelp doesn't look a bit like the Storm Stag. Who can climb onto the Iron Throne is still unknown..."
At this moment, although Joffrey had walked into Jon's blind spot, hearing the increasingly unscrupulous words in his ears, the transmigrator understood the consequences awaiting this group.
Sure enough, as the blond boy's longsword was slowly drawn, almost all the drunks sobered up.
Especially the few who had been shooting their mouths off just now; they were trembling with fear. Without hesitating for even a second, they all knelt on the ground, burying their heads in the dirt, begging for the Prince's forgiveness.
"Spare us, Your Highness!"
"Seven Gods above, please forgive us..."
However, even so, what awaited them was being cut down one by one by the longsword. The gushing blood sprayed like rain on the side of Jon's face.
Then, he heard a scream. Although sweet and distorted, it still felt incredibly familiar to Jon.
At this moment, even though his body couldn't move, the transmigrator knew that the voice definitely came from Sansa.
As he tried hard to turn his eyes, he soon discovered that on the edge illuminated by the bonfire, a beautiful and tall red-haired girl had appeared at the edge of this mess at some point.
Her slender fingers were tightly covering her mouth, clearly regretting the scream just now.
As for why Sansa appeared here, it was actually simple.
In fact, the teasing about the Crown Prince wasn't limited to this camp alone, so the little princess of House Stark had naturally heard a little about it.
When she saw Joffrey troubled by this, her intention was to follow in his footsteps and find a private opportunity to comfort him.
After all, from any angle, Sansa had already begun to consider herself the Crown Prince's fiancée, so she naturally wanted to help her beloved Prince.
However, the result was that she only saw Joffrey's cruelest and darkest side.
But these were all minor details. After Joffrey panted and cut down the crowd, he not only didn't notice Sansa's presence but also locked eyes with a guy who had been sitting straight in front of the bonfire, completely ignoring him.
Looking at those calm eyes, and then at the unresponsive sitting posture, the Crown Prince, who had been satisfied by the slaughter, immediately felt bored.
Especially when he looked at Jon's handsome face, he vaguely remembered something.
"I wondered who it was. It turns out to be the bastard of House Stark. Why don't you kneel when you see me?"
At this moment, Joffrey's inner superiority and pride were fully displayed. He leveled his longsword and pointed it at Snow's neck, looking as if he would chop down at the slightest disagreement.
Looking at the dripping longsword, and then at Joffrey's sickly face, Jon had no doubt that this freak born of incest would cut him down in the next moment.
However, the reality was that he was firmly locked by the Auto-Pilot. No matter how he shouted, there was no reaction at all.
"System? System-bro? Even if it's Intelligent Auto-Pilot, you'd better give some fcking reaction."
"You know this little bastard is a complete lunatic! Quick! Move! Even running away is fine!"
"Fck! Did you hear me? Do you just find me annoying? Are you just dying to switch Hosts?"
At this moment, even though Jon shouted his heart out with deep emotion, the System, which usually acted and could even toss and turn all night, remained as solid as a rock, not moving an inch!
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