[Chapter Size: 2692 Words]-------------------------------------------**Jon Snow POV****Kingdom of the North, FrostRoar City, Glovers' Lands, 289 A.C., at this very moment.**--------------------------------------------

  Jon received a good amount of bronze s from Icehill Farm iallharts region. However, the boy now had much more than what he earned from the farmers for two reasons.

  First, testing his abilities i weeks, he discovered that he could fials in the soil or on the surfa a specific area. By pg his hands on the ground, he had a range of 50 meters to discover things and ended up finding buried s, probably left by hunters passing through where he was. Although it didn't yield much wealth sino one likes to lose money, he still mao signifitly improve his financial situation as he headed north, finding 25 silver stags and 10 gold dragons. He could only thank the old gods for making his life so much easier through these gifts.

  Sed, at the giants' camp, there was a small chest with hidden s, which made Jon very happy for his future pns. However, despite having 1000 gold s and 500 silver, they were not marked at the time they were minted and o be fed i forms if he wao use them on this ti.

  In addition to obtaining materials to fix the fe and refe his on, and obtaining materials for alchemy, he wao build olds and even make some ons after surveying the area around those a strus and disc an iron mine. With this information, Jon supposed that the establishment of that pce was due to mining, but at some point, things went wrong for the former lord of the pce.

  The mine was set up, and Jon was already puttiructures in pce, as the old ones had decayed over time after asking the giants for help. They even dug the opening to make it rger; this would allow the 4-meter-tall men to extract iron for the boy.

  Sihe giants were going to stay with him from now on, he o arm them. With the iron from the mine, he could create immense armor acc to their sizes. It would be borious, but Jon resolved that he o protect his new people and family. He also pns to assemble armor for the wolves and Panis, if possible, so that no one pose a threat to his group.

  When Joo the city, the giants were already digging tunnels and putting new logs in the miructure. This will take time as well, but Jon has already po settle in the pce for a few moons, wanting to wait for the she-wolf to give birth to the pups, which would take about 6 moons at most, giving him ample time to arm and equip his group for the jouro the Wall.

  Jon could ght to the Wall, but what if they were attacked on the way? The giants would attract a lot of attention, and knowing how greedy people are, they would be attacked by someone and would never win a battle surrounding their group, as it would be certaih for them.

  Looking at the material depot's courtyard, he saw two young individuals, older than him, carrying their purchases in a cart they had acquired from the owhe mert tried to inquire about Jon, but the boy simply ignored him.

  As for the assistants, they looked suspiciously at this child. It wasn't every day that a child spent more money in a day than they could earn in 2 years. When they finished, Jon tossed a silver stag to each of them. ging their mood, they chose to thank and not get involved in the business of the little child, who was some noble in their minds.

  Jon climbed into the cart, happy that his purchases were of good quality and were apanied by two medium-sized horses, which made him fident that he could carry all these materials to the camp. Panis obediently apanied him on the side, so he was walking back through the city with a heavy load now.

  He found a rge bcksmith shop iy ter shortly afterward. It eo work, and he saw the bcksmith hammering his anvil. Jon stopped by and approached the man.

  The bcksmith saw the solitary child ing out of the cart loaded with materials, followed by a horse. The w man noticed that the horse seemed strangely proud o this child.

  'Must be a trained horse...,' he thought as he watched the horse following the boy like a stray, without the boy needing to pull its reins.

  The bcksmith stopped hammering on the anvil with the sword and hammer to get a better look at his strange newer, also noting that he couldn't see the rest of the child properly. The man initially thought the child, approag with the strange horse, would be another one of those imperti little ones who asked ged to be his apprentid start the craft. Thinking this, he was already beginning to ignore Jon, who roag. But soon, he heard the child's childish voice.

  "My lord? Do you sell hammers, coal, and fe equipment?" The boy asked. The bcksmith raised his head and assessed the newer. They wore poor clothes, and the horse, although a bit muscur, still seemed to belong to a poor farm. He saw the cart o it full of materials but thought it was just sand.

  "Sorry, boy, but you don't seem to have the means for your request..." The bcksmith looked disdainfully at Jon. The boy, oher hand, became angry. He hated people who judged others solely by appearance in, which had been happening to him every time he tried to buy something in this city.

  With the knowledge of the old gods, he learo think critically and refle what he learned and the life he lived. With the accumution of the first vendor who sed him, he reached his current limit. He just looked at the bcksmith and said:

  "My lord. It's a shame for a man to have such a small mind, but no matter who you are or where you're from, never judge a book by its cover!" Jon said these words and then turned away angrily.

  Jon might end up without his tools, but he would never buy them from this adult. He had always lived such a situation all his life; he would not be humiliated any longer for things he couldn't trol.

  The man was angry that a child said he had a small mind. This was an insult from a brat. However, after he thought about what the boy said, it put him in a state trying to decipher the meaning of that st sentence. Before ag against the cheeky kid, he wondered what a book had to do with the situation. Then he could only scratch his head in thought as he looked down for a while. Now that he raised it to ask the boy what he meant by that, he realized the child was no lohere. He sighed and could only go back to his grumpy work.

  Jon tio walk through the city, praying that this man wasn't the only bcksmith around. Jon, through Caraxes, who flew over the city, was mapping everything through his eyes. His bird always apanied him wherever he went, and it was through his eyes that he saw a square with a group of people. Putting aside his current objectives, he decided to go to the pce out of curiosity.

  People looked at him suspiciously. It's not every day they see a boy in a cart with a horse o him walking through the city, but they kept their thoughts to themselves.

  When he reached the pce, he was excited when he heard a bard giving a public performance. He saw a boy his age o the square and said.

  "Hello, boy! Will you take care of my cart and horse for 10 minutes?" He asked the seemingly dirty boy.

  The boy iion looked at him strangely but widened his eyes when Jon showed a silver stag to the boy, saying he would give it to him wheurned.

  "Yes, my lord! I'll take care of the cart and brush the horses so well that you won't reize them!" The boy said in desperation, and Jon nodded, getting out of the cart and going into the crowd.

  Jon wasn't afraid of being robbed; his cart was filled with struaterials, and if aried to take it, he would easily take trol of the horses' minds.

  Johat this boy wao hear the show, as these boys are extremely poor here in the north, and hearing a bard was one of the few things that could bring joy to his life. But Johat a silver was a thousand times better than a show.

  Jon, still an 8-namedays boy, was excited about this performance, so he approached to listen in a er of the square. He always liked songs, listening to bards, or even singing, but he never sang in front of anyone because he was ashamed of being criticized for not being good. It was only in this moon that he began to have more freedom, but his only audience was his family, who happeo love listening to Jon sing softly to them with his void some songs he learned in his time at Winterfell. I days, he dared to sing for the giants too, and to his surprise, they also liked his voice, even though they didn't uand any songs in the old tongue. But still, they asked to hear Jon, especially Seryna, who, at the end of each song, he had to run away from the giant female who chased him in search of hugs.

  *Appuse**Appuse**Appuse**Appuse*

  "Well done, now I'll sing another song, whie would you like to hear?" said the Bard.

  "Little Jon!"

  "That's right, sing the one about little Jon and the 12 bandits!"

  The crowd soon began to request this specifig.

  Jon, who was lost in thought, was surprised when he heard someone asking for the song of "little Jon and the 12 bandits." He was initially stuhinking it might be just a ce for the strange song he had never heard before. But as the bard sang with the rhythm, his mouth became more open. How could it not? He khat this song was made for him in his battle at Icehill. He was frozen for a few seds, thinking about how his almost fatal adventure became so famous that bards created a bald, and people publicly requested this same song.

  As he listeo the song, it told so many things that he felt like g with shame. Despite ughing i part of the chorus, he was shocked that families told what he did heroically. However, he couldn't bme them; he didn't ask them to keep it a secret.

  People were happy to hear, even finishing the public performao make discussions that were about him as the subject. He had to let out some lonely ughs about how people described him as an 8-namedays with the size of 2 meters or that he could turn into a wolf with the blessing of the old gods. Jon found it even funnier when someone said he has an army of 3 thousand children of the forest to defend the north.

  Little by little, people put the discussion aside and began to disperse, handing some bronze s to the artist. Jon being the st to go to the bard, walked towards the jar.

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  Cerus (Artist) POVKingdom of the North, City of FrostRoar, Lands of the Clovers, 289 A.C., at this very moment.

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  With a smile, today would be another afternoon with money in his pocket. Cerus watched people putting bronze s in his jar. He came from a small farm irident. In early adolesce, he discovered his talent as a musi, and from then on, it was his life focus in that area. Although his parents asked him to stay and take care of the farm as the oldest son, he gave up, giving the pce to his younger siblings. Not wanting to spend the rest of his life stu one pd with his brothers to take care of his parents and family business, he set out to bee a bard.

  Even knowing that he would earn less, but it was enough for a man and his travels across the ti, he spent years pying in cities and some castle parties, living his life as he wanted, with adventures and the road.

  Now here, passing through the northern kingdom for a few moons, he was having a great day. Although the northerners were a mrumpy people and not as eained by songs as the southerners, they still liked to hear songs from the kingdom, without stories of knights, as there are no knights in the north. They care more about their blood-filled stories, like Theon Stark, the hungry wolf, and other Starks cruelly killing their enemies. I had to get used to it if I wao eat while I was here.

  However, what caught my attention was the new bald in this kingdom, about a boy defending a farm against 12 bandits and killing them cruelly, just like the Stark stories. Although I find the song full of absurdities, it still makes great success and gives me many s. Now, seeing the result, I could imagine myself eating a good pork leg at the rgest tavern in this city. Whe s were falling into the jar, Cerus was already walking to t his profit for the afternoon wheiced o hooded child walking up to the pot.

  Cerus squihinking it was a little thief. Usually, s are given by adults or apanied children, but he didn't worry too much because the young bard was already close to the pot and could prevent the rascal from running if he tried anything funny.

  The boy iion stopped in front of him, looked into his eyes with a smile, and said, "You gave a great performance, Mr. Musi." The musi found it strange for a boy to be so respectful and saw him taking a from his pocket.

  But the grouh his feet suddenly disappeared when he saw the boy tossing a golden dragon aing it fall into his pot. What was a golden dragon? It was an amount he had never mao have in hand at ohis was his first golden dragon he received and was handed by a child in a square of a small town, when not even nobles casually pay this amount.

  He quickly thought that the boy could only be the son of a rioble house. Surely, he had to show respect to this little lord, as he thought some guards were nearby, possibly attending to them at this moment. "Thank you for the kind words and the very generous tip, little lord," Cerus said respectfully. The boy remained silent and looked at the musi once again.

  "You are mistaken, Mr. Musi. I am not a lord or sir." The boy smiled afterward and turo the cart the child was taking care of o the square.

  The musi said nothing in response, not because he ighe boy, but because he aralyzed by the gaze where Jon was, not by the words of this child, but by his eyes. The eyes of that child were the ones he described in his most successful song currently. Even if he hadn't realized it at first gnce for a brief moment, in the end, through the child's hood, he saw the green circles around gray eyes, and only a child could have those eyes.

  'BY THE GODS, THE LEGEND IS REAL, LITTLE JON WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME AND GAVE ME A GOLD !!' He shouted in his mind. Looking around, he tried to find him, but the child had already left the square.

  Tonight, a rumor would stir the ey.