A long queue stretched far away, and every household in the entire Andal village packed their luggage and prepared for a family migration.
"Bessie, do we really have to move our entire family?"
At this time, another young boy, Mir, ran for unknown distance. He ran from the back to the front of the team, found Bessie, who had a seven-pointed star engraved on his friend's shoulder, and asked.
They didn't even know what happened, they just saw a group of heavily armed regular soldiers surrounding the village that day.
Then the clan leader went out to negotiate with the other party, praying to hand over some property so that the other party would let them go.
However, the distance was too far, and they didn't know what the two sides talked about. Then they saw the knight riding a tall horse ordering his servants to hand the patriarch a heavy bag of things.
Then the clan leader came back with a smile on his face, and the soldiers who surrounded the village quickly retreated.
A few days later, the clan chief summoned representatives from every household in the village, and then news spread that the Andal king had returned to Andas.
His Majesty the King has been blessed by the seven gods and is the messenger of the gods in the world. The Heavenly Father took down the seven stars in the sky to crown this King, etc...
In the end, the whole family moved to Andalos, a city newly established by His Majesty the King as an Andal-only city.
From now on, the Andals would no longer be oppressed by the Rhoynar villages on both sides of the Rhoyne.
These two once glorious ethnic groups have now been torn apart by the long river of history. Although there are many people on the continent of Westeros, there are only you and me who are indistinguishable after the great racial fusion.
Only on the continent of Essos, the homeland of the Andals and Rhoynar, can there be such traditional Andals and Rhoynar with pure blood, and the two races now only have village-level fighting.
Such exciting news soon spread throughout the village, and then under the leadership of the clan leader, the entire village moved to their dream home.
"Seven gods are above."
“It turns out that our merciful Heavenly Father still loves us.”
With the mentality of pilgrimage, the Andals moved thousands of miles to the starting point of the Upper Rhoyne.
Their king of the Andals, who was crowned by the Seven Gods, built a new city here, with a pious attitude that was almost as strong as a prayer.
On the way to the relocation of this village, we also met people from other Andal villages, and they seemed to be relocating their entire family to the city of Andalos.
The two migrating teams met each other, but each remained vigilant and did not take the initiative to communicate. They continued walking toward their destination in silence.
The young Bessie held the dagger at his waist in one hand and carried a simple bow and arrow on his back. He looked warily at the Andal team not far away who were also relocating. The same was true for many men in the villages around him.
Then he saw that the other party did not have any malicious intentions, and then he slightly lowered his guard, and then turned to look at his companion.
“Now it looks like it’s really going to be relocated.”
The young man spoke in a calm voice.
"Why? Doesn't this sound like a liar?"
When another young man, Mir, heard that his companion was also obsessed with it, he suddenly became anxious.
"The Seven Gods have abandoned us long ago, otherwise we would not be bullied by the hateful Rhoynar."
Mir's voice was a little impatient. He felt that everyone in the village was crazy and he was the only smart person.
"And where did a king crowned by the Seven Gods pop up?"
However, Mir's words shocked his companion Bessie. He did not expect that his friend was actually questioning the Seven Gods. Then Bessie opened his eyes and yelled.
"Shut up! Mir!"
"Stop talking!"
He is the son of a warrior selected in the village. Although he is not a knight and has not been anointed with holy oil, there are such good conditions in the small village. If he is strong and good at fighting, he can be selected as the son of a warrior to guard the will of the Seven Gods.
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Bessie's arm is also engraved with the symbol of the seven-pointed star. This is his pride and belief, so he naturally does not allow his companions to question the existence of the Seven Gods.
Bessie's scolding voice was a little loud, which immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding villagers.
The young son of a warrior took a slight breath, then waved his hand and told the surrounding villagers that nothing happened, but that he and Mir were chatting.
Mir, however, was very timid. He was so frightened that he shrank his neck when his companion scolded him. Then he was looked at by the surrounding villagers, and all the anger he had just felt dissipated.
"Remember Mir, don't say such stupid things again."
"The light of the Seven Gods is unquestionable."
After Bessie explained clearly to the surrounding villagers, she turned her head and squeezed Mir's shoulders, and spoke to her companions in as calm a voice as possible.
His anger just now dissipated a lot, because he knew that Mir was such a person, he spoke unabashedly, and sometimes he didn't know what he was talking about when he was in a hurry.
Mir, on the other hand, nodded like he was pounding garlic.
"never mind."
Then Bessie's eyes flickered slightly, then she shook her head, took a deep breath and spoke.
"Actually, I also think this matter is a bit strange, but there is no other way. My mother is also willing to relocate, and it is almost here now."
Bessie was also a little helpless at this point.
Naturally, the relocation of the whole family was not a forced order. A considerable number of people chose to stay, while some also chose to leave.
It’s hard to leave your homeland.
Bessie originally didn't want to leave her home, but she didn't know why her mother insisted on moving.
The boy couldn't argue with his mother, and his father had just died not long ago. Bessie didn't want to anger her mother, so she had no choice but to come with her.
Mir's parents were in the same situation. After receiving a sum of money, they chose to follow the patriarch to the city of Andalos.
Mir also couldn't argue with his parents and could only hold back his resentment.
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“Belief offensive plus money offensive.”
"Your Majesty is indeed a good man."
And in the so-called 'City of Andalos'.
Viserys has been learning to ride a horse in the past few days. Now he is sitting on the back of a small white horse. He can move back and forth by holding on to the harness, but Viserys cannot control the direction accurately.
Standing under the horse was a young man with black hair. He was still wearing a thin academic robe but with an extra cloak. Some of him was still shivering from the wind. He followed Viserys under the horse.
explain.
"Is it?"
"Maester Gunther is overrated."
Viserys held the saddle with one hand and his cheeks were slightly tense. He didn't want others to see his nervousness due to his inability to ride a horse, so he still pretended to be calm and calm, and then he spoke.