Two teenagers, Bessie and Mir, have been walking through the hills and jungles all year round, so they are naturally very familiar with the terrain.
He was strong and ran very fast, and soon he broke through the jungle and fled back to the village, shouting loudly.
The shouts of the two teenagers soon alerted the adults in this Andal village. A man carrying a shovel and pickaxe rushed out, and then he saw the two teenagers Bessie and Mir.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"What happened?"
A group of adults surrounded Bessie and Mill, holding their own weapons in their hands.
The nearby Andal villages are often attacked by bandits and brotherhoods, and there are even attacks from the Noyna villages not far away near the Upper Lorne River.
Therefore, every village here has its own armed force, which is organized spontaneously to protect its homeland.
When they heard the shouts of the two teenagers, they thought it was another bandit brotherhood coming to rob them. However, when they rushed out, they found that nothing happened.
"We, we saw a group of people in Beishan..."
The young Bessie, who had a seven-pointed star engraved on his shoulder, was out of breath from running, and then hurriedly explained.
"A group of... um..."
However, when he said this, he became slightly speechless because he didn't know how to continue.
This group of people were well-equipped and uniform, and they looked like they were not members of a brotherhood. Moreover, their armors and shields all had the emblem of the three-headed fire dragon. Bessie felt vaguely familiar, as if she had heard of them somewhere.
But for a moment he couldn't remember which nobleman's coat of arms it was.
"Hey kid, what the hell is this group of people?"
"Wolf?"
At this moment, a tall man also pushed through the crowd and walked in. His arm was also engraved with the symbol of a seven-pointed star.
This is a custom of the Andals, which was first recorded when the Andals left Essos and sailed west to Westeros, landing on the Five Fingers Peninsula and launching an attack on the valley.
Andal warriors would paint or carve the seven-pointed star symbol representing the faith of the Seven Gods on their skin.
However, there was a lot of noise in the village.
Outside this Andal village.
Tap tap tap…
Several knights on war horses took the lead and arrived at the main entrance of the village with their horses and whips raised.
One of them held high the banner with the Targaryen three-headed fire dragon symbol, while several others held the weapons in their hands tightly.
The leader of the few knights is Prince Oberyn, who is rarely seen in armor. Although Dragonstone is full of navy and war horses are scarce, they can still make up one or two hundred mounts including horses, half of which are war horses.
Right and left, priority was given to these knights with riding experience.
Following these knights were hundreds of Targaryen soldiers, wearing neat light armor and equipped with short swords and shields, as well as double-edged battle axes and bows and arrows.
Wow——
Then these Targaryen soldiers surrounded the village, holding their shields high and shining swords unsheathed.
When the people in the village saw this scene, they were frightened into chaos. The adults were crying and the children were making noises. They had no idea what was happening.
"Hey, can anyone tell me what happened?"
"who are they?"
If only a dozen bandits and brotherhood members came here to rob, these villagers would still be able to muster the courage to resist.
However, now hundreds of heavily armed Targaryen soldiers surrounded the entire village, and there were even several knights covered in armor and armed to the teeth.
The crude weapons and farm tools in their hands couldn't even break the armor of these knights, which left them without even the last bit of courage to resist.
And Oberyn sat on the standing horse, holding the reins in one hand and holding a spear in the other.
A pair of dark eyes looked at the Andal village not far away, looking a little indifferent.
"grown ups."
And at this time.
Finally, a respected old man was sent from the village to come for dialogue.
Although this Andal village is relatively closed, caravans still pass by and bring some news from the outside world.
Some of them recognized that this was the flag of the Targaryen family, kings of the Seven Kingdoms across the Narrow Sea.
For a moment, they thought that the king from across the narrow sea had come over and was preparing to conquer this land.
...
"I must remind you that a castle cannot be built overnight, even if it is just a wooden one now."
"His Majesty."
Viserys was wearing neat clothes and a ruby-encrusted crown. He stood on a hill not far away and looked at the castle that was under rapid construction.
The huge felled trees were transported, tied with ropes, and hung up amidst the workers' trumpets.
At this moment, Viserys heard a voice coming from behind.
The little king tilted his head slightly. The wind on the hill was a bit strong and blew his silver-gold hair away. It turned out that the person speaking was none other than Maester Gunther, who had recently joined the Targaryen family.
At this moment, the young bachelor was wearing a thin gray bachelor's robe, standing on the top of the hill, shivering from the cold, his nose was a little red, and he couldn't help but sneeze.
However, even so, Bachelor Gunther still felt that there were some things that he had to explain clearly to the little king.
Lest the lord he serves go astray, not to mention that Viserys is only a child.
He did not allow himself to watch the birth of a 'mad king' in the future.
"Of course I do, Maester."
"The castle was not built overnight, that's why I spent so much money."
Viserys glanced at Maester Gunther, who was shivering from the cold, then withdrew his gaze, tugged on his deerskin gloves and said in a calm voice.
"It cost so much?"
Maester Gunther heard Viserys's words and his nose almost broke with anger.
"Your Majesty, do you think it cost a lot to plunder the surrounding villages?"
"Is it the soldiers' physical strength that was spent?"
The young bachelor who looked to be in his twenties started a dispute with the little king who was only eight years old. This scene looked a little funny.
However, when Viserys heard the maester's words, he was slightly stunned for a rare moment, then turned his head, looked at the other person carefully up and down, and then spoke.
"Maester Gunther, do you think I have raided the surrounding villages?"
Viserys asked rhetorically.
"if not?"
But Bachelor Gunther did not give in at all. His gray-brown eyes were serious. He believed that mistakes were not terrible and could be corrected. He was now trying to persuade his lord to take the right path.
"who are they?"
Later.
The bachelor's finger pointed at a group of workers in tattered clothes and chains not far away. If they slacked off in their work, the soldiers watching from the side whipped them without hesitation.
Snapped--
Then he fell to the ground and groaned for a long time, as if he was cursing the soldiers. Then he got up again after receiving the second whip.
"No."
But Viserys shook his head.
"I'm afraid you've misunderstood, Maester Gunther. They were bandits and members of the Brotherhood who were wiped out during this time."
"These people... used to cause harm to one party here, and now it is an advantage for them to let them build the castle."