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CHAPTER 83

I could hear whispers from behind.

"He is still a child."

"How did he kill all those bandits?"

When I approached the villagers, one of them stepped forward and said.

"We thank you, sir; for saving us. We owe our life to you."

"I'm not a sir yet, and you can call me Aermir."

"You mean Aermir Drasil? It is an honor to meet you; we heard your accomplishments."

"Am I that famous?"

"Yes, we could say your name started to strike fear in the hearts of bandits."

I chuckled for a second.

"You don't need to exaggerate, and I didn't help you people to be praised. I helped because it is the right thing to do."

He bowed a bit and said, "My lord, you are wise beyond your years."

"Don't call me lord; I'm not a noble. Why are you guys here at this time of the year, and you don't even have any escort? You are asking to be robbed."

Their faces fell in an instant; a gloomy and sad air filled all around.

"The red fever has destroyed our village, and this is all that's left of three hundred people. If we didn't abandon the village, we would have died too. That is why we don't have any escorts. All we are trying to do is get to the closest town."

"I will escort you to the closest town then."

We decided to bury the dead, and while carrying the dead one with the massive wooden club, stumbled and fell to the ground. Swinging a log that big must have exhausted him. I tried to lift him by holding his arm, and the young man with the dagger held his other arm.

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"Mister, are you okay? I guess that log tired you out a lot."

When I said that, the young man laughed so hard he fell to the ground. The big guy turned to me, and his face was sour.

"Mister? Why are you calling me a mister? I'm only 13 name-day old."

I was so surprised by what he said that I couldn't hold my mouth.

"Like hell you are; you have a beard!"

He got flustered and, while rubbing his face, said.

"it is not a beard, it is only a stubble, and if you don't believe me ask him, he is my twin brother."

I turned and looked at the young man's face. Yes, they had the same dark auburn hair and features and looked alike, but they looked more like an uncle and nephew rather than brothers. Then the boy said.

"Uncle, why are you doing this, don't mess with Squire Aermir."

The big guy turned pure red from anger and said.

" Kegan, if you call me uncle again, I will break your face."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Yes, he is my twin. He just devoured everything our mother ate when she was carrying us and didn't leave me anything; that is why he looks like that."

Yep, they are brothers, alright. With this body, he is 13; that is hard to believe. I'm huge for my age too, but I'm this big because of magic, and those two are freaks of genetics. One is swift, and the other is a hulk.

"Can you get up?"

"Yes, I'm just too hungry. We didn't eat anything since yesterday."

-Daddy, we are done here.-

-Are you all okay?-

-Yes.-

-Then tell your murders to find me some big games.-

After burying the dead, everyone rested, and Poe contacted me about a few deers. I took off with a few guys to hunt and bring back something to eat. When I looked at all of their faces carefully, I could see they were gaunt.

After we ate what we had hunted, we set off again. We were now on the main road between White Harbor and Barrowton and had not yet reached its intersection with Kingsroad. We were moving really slowly because most of them had to walk because we didn't have enough carts.

Meanwhile, I got along with the twins and learned that they were now orphans and unsure of what to do in the future. Over a few breaks, they asked me to teach them something, and I could see that they had talent.

"No, no, no, Harlik! Stop attacking with all your might, like an ox."

Because you always attack with all your might, you spin like a top when you miss."

I held the stick in my hand to Harlik's throat, who fell to the ground and said.

"You are dead again. You have to learn to control yourself, and you can't go crazy like mad cows."

..............

After almost a week of travel, we reached Barrowton.

"Sir Aermir, we owe everything to you; if not for you, we would he died."

All of them started to bow and thank me.

"I told you I'm not a knight yet."

"Sir, we don't care about us. You are our savior."

"I hope all of you will have a better life here."

I turned to the twins.

"As for you two, what are you planning to do?"

"We don't know, and we aren't really good farmers. I think we will try our like in something else."

"Then I have a suggestion for you two. How about becoming soldiers and working for me?"

Both of their eyes lit up, and they said excitedly.

"Can we?"

"Yes, you can. you have the talent for it."

They said without hesitation.

"Okay, then we're coming with you."

I laughed and said. "You're not well enough to travel with me right now. To be honest, you'll be a hindrance to me. I want you to go to Winterfell and wait for me there. In a year, I'll be back."

If they come with me, I have to show them my real face, and I don't have that much confidence in them yet.

First thing in the morning, I made arrangements for them to go with a large convoy of merchants to Winterfell. I showed the convoy leader Lord Stark's pass and underlined the importance of their safe arrival at Winterfell.