"It should be in the hands of someone who can make it shine again."
Mormont extended his hands.
He solemnly lifted the longclaw out of the box.
He walked step by step to Lynn.
"Lynn."
"This sword, I give it to you."
Lynn's heart pounded wildly at this moment.
It's here!
The Valyrian steel sword he had yearned for!
"Lord Commander, this… this is too precious."
"This is your House's heirloom. I am just an outsider, a Night's Watchman. I cannot…"
"What House heirloom?!"
Mormont's angry roar cut off Lynn's refusal.
"My House has been disgraced the moment my son ran away!"
Mormont's eyes were wide and round.
The domineering aura belonging to the Lord Commander reappeared.
"I said, it belongs to you now!"
"This is not a reward, nor is it a transaction!"
"This is an old man's gratitude to his savior!"
"And it is a Lord Commander's expectation of his most promising warrior!"
"Take it!"
Mormont forcefully thrust the longclaw into Lynn's hand.
A cold and heavy sensation came from his palm.
It felt as if he was holding the entire winter of the North.
With this sword, if he encountered a wight again, he wouldn't have to exert so much effort.
One strike would split it in half!
"Lord Commander, I…"
"If you dare to say no again, I'll throw you off the Wall right now!"
Mormont glared, saying impatiently.
He looked at Lynn, seemed to think of something, and added another sentence.
"However, the bear head on this hilt is the emblem of our House Mormont."
"It's not quite suitable for you to carry."
Mormont rummaged in his Pregnant, pulling out a small, cloth-wrapped object.
He opened the cloth wrap; inside was a wolf head carved from pale weirwood.
The wolf head was carved lifelike.
In the position of its eyes, two red garnets were inlaid, shimmering with a bloody light under the illumination.
"This is what I asked Maester Aemon to find someone to carve for you overnight."
"You saved the Stark child, and now you serve Stark; you are half a Stark man now."
"Replace it with this."
"A Direwolf, it's just right."
Mormont placed the wolf head in Lynn's palm.
Lynn looked at the weirwood wolf head in his palm, then at Mormont's aged face, filled with sincerity.
He knew that this old man truly regarded him as hope.
And as an heir to whom everything could be entrusted.
This heavy trust was far more valuable than the Valyrian steel sword itself.
"I…"
Lynn opened his mouth, and a thousand words ultimately condensed into two.
"Thank you."
He had originally considered all the natives of this world as NPCs.
Acquiring treasures or learning skills was just a way to improve himself.
After receiving this steel sword, the joy gradually faded.
He had already felt the responsibility contained behind the steel sword.
Lynn no longer refused, solemnly putting away the wolf head.
Then he bowed deeply to Mormont.
"Lord Commander, I promise you."
"This sword will never be disgraced in my hands."
"I will use it to bring dawn to the Night's Watch, to the North."
Mormont looked at Lynn, nodding with relief.
"Good, good."
He heavily patted Lynn's shoulder.
Turning around, without the slightest hesitation, he strode out of the room.
That not-so-strong back, at this moment, appeared incredibly tall… The next day at noon, the mess hall at Castle Black was uncharacteristically lively.
The fear from last night had not completely dissipated, but the living always had to eat.
The Night's Watchmen gathered in twos and threes, gnawing on hard black bread while discussing everything that happened last night in hushed voices.
"Did you hear?"
"In the Lord Commander's room, Othor's corpse really came alive!"
"Of course I heard!"
"I was outside then, the noise was like a house being torn down!"
"Then what? What happened next?"
"It was Lynn! That Lynn rushed in! And Jon, that bastard!"
"I heard that monster was invulnerable to blades and spears; Lynn used a dagger and finished it off with one strike!"
"Really? That powerful?"
"Absolutely true!"
"Later, Maester Aemon's place also caught fire, and Jeff's corpse came alive too; Lynn's subordinate burned it to death with fire!"
The discussions were filled with awe and curiosity towards Lynn.
This former deserter had become a legendary hero overnight.
Alliser Thorne sat alone in a corner.
His face was grim, and he said nothing.
He could feel that the Night's Watchmen who had once been respectful to him now looked at him with a hint of subtle distance and disdain.
And when Lynn walked into the mess hall, the entire mess hall instantly fell silent.
Everyone's gaze, without exception, turned towards him.
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