Chapter 78

"Something is bad!"

Two teenagers, Bessie and Mir, have been walking through the hills and jungles all the year round, and naturally they are extremely familiar with the terrain.

And the strong body also ran fast with his feet, and quickly pushed aside the jungle and fled back to the village, shouting loudly.

The shouts of the two teenagers quickly alerted the adults in this Andal village. A man with a shovel and a pick rushed out, and then he saw Bessie and Mir.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"What happened?"

A group of adults surrounded Bessie and Mir with their weapons in their hands.

The nearby Andal villages are often attacked by bandits and fraternities, and even the Noena villages not far from the Upper Lorne.

Therefore, each village here has its own armed force, which spontaneously organizes to protect its own homeland.

And when they heard the voices of the two teenagers, they thought it was some bandit brotherhood who came to loot, but when they rushed out, they found that nothing happened.

"We, we saw a group at Beishan."

The young Bessie with the seven-pointed star logo engraved on his shoulder ran out of breath, and then hurriedly explained.

"A group. Um..."

However, when he said this, he was a little dumb, because he didn't know how to go on.

This group of people is well-equipped and unified, and at first glance, they are not members of a brotherhood, and they have the coat of arms of three fire dragons on their armor and shields. Bessie feels vaguely familiar, and seems to have heard of it somewhere.

But for a while he couldn't remember which aristocratic master's coat of arms this was.

"Hey, boy, what exactly is a group?"

"Wolf?"

At this moment, a tall man also pushed aside the crowd and walked in. His arm was also engraved with the symbol of the seven-pointed star.

This is a custom of the Andals. It was first recorded when the Andals left Essos and sailed westward to Westeros, landing on the Five Fingers Peninsula and attacking the valley.

The warriors of the Andals paint or inscribe their skin with the seven-pointed star symbol representing the faith of the seven gods.

However, when there was a commotion in the village.

Outside this Andal village.

tao tao…

Several knights riding on war horses took the lead and came to the main entrance of the village.

One of them held high the flag of the Targaryen three-headed dragon, while the others held their weapons tightly.

The leader of the few knights is Prince Oberon, who is very rare in armor and armor. Although Dragonstone Island is all navy and war horses are scarce, one or two hundred mounts can still be assembled, including half of them. Left and right, priority is given to these knights with riding experience.

Following these knights were hundreds of Targaryen soldiers, neatly dressed in light armor, equipped with short swords and shields, as well as double-edged battle axes and bows and arrows.

wow-

Then the Targaryen soldiers surrounded the village, and the swords with their shields held high were drawn.

When the people in the village saw this scene, they were frightened into chaos. The adults cried and the children made trouble, and they had no idea what was going on.

"Hey, who can tell what happened?"

"who are they?"

If only a dozen bandits and members of the Brotherhood came to loot, these villagers could still muster the courage to resist.

Today, however, hundreds of heavily armed Targaryen soldiers surrounded the entire village, and there were even a few lord knights covered in armor and armed to the teeth.

The crude weapons and farm implements in their hands could not even knock off the armor of these knights, which made them not even have the courage to resist at the last point.

Oberyn, on the other hand, sat on his horse, reins in one hand and spear in the other.

A pair of dark eyes looked at the Andal village not far away, appearing a little indifferent.

"grown ups."

And at this time.

Finally, a respected old man was sent from the village to come to talk.

Although this Andal village is relatively closed, there are still caravans passing by and bringing some news from the outside world.

Some of them recognized that this was the flag of the Targaryen family, the king of the Seven Kingdoms, on the other side of the Narrow Sea.

For a while, they thought that the king on the other side of the narrow sea had already fought over, preparing to conquer this land.

"I have to remind you that the castle is not built overnight, even if it is just a piece of wood now."

"His Majesty."

Viserys, dressed in neat clothes and a ruby-encrusted crown on his head, stood on a hill not far away, looking at the castle under urgent construction.

The giant tree that was felled was delivered, and then tied with ropes and hung up to the sound of the workers' horns.

At this moment, Viserys heard a voice from behind.

The little king turned his head slightly, the wind on the hill was a little strong, blowing away his silver-blond hair, it turned out that the person who spoke was the newly joined Targaryen family, Maester Gunther.

At this moment, the young bachelor was wearing a thin gray bachelor robe. He was shivering while standing on the top of the hill, his nose was a little red, and he couldn't help sneezing.

Even so, Maester Gunther felt that there were some things that had to be made clear to the little king.

Lest the monarch he serves go astray, not to mention Viserys is just 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 wasn't built overnight, that's why I paid such a huge price."

Viserys glanced at Maester Gunther, who was shivering with cold, then withdrew his gaze, tugged at his deerskin gloves and said calmly.

"It cost so much?"

Maester Gunther's nose nearly crooked when he heard Viserys' words.

"Your Majesty, do you think it cost a lot of money to loot the surrounding villages?"

"Does it cost the soldiers' physical strength?"

There's something comical about the arguing between the young bachelor, who appears to be in his twenties, and the little king, who is only eight years old.

However, Viserys was stunned for a rare moment when he heard the bachelor's words, then turned his head, looked up and down the other side seriously, and then said.

"Maester Gunther, do you think I have plundered the surrounding villages?"

Viserys asked rhetorically.

"if not?"

But Maester Gunther didn't give in at all, with a pair of gray-brown eyes with seriousness, he thought that there was nothing terrible and could be corrected.

"who are they?"

Subsequently.

The bachelor's finger pointed to a group of workers in tattered clothes and chains not far away. The soldiers who were watching their work a little slack off without hesitation and whipped them down.

Snapped--

Then he fell to the ground, lay on the ground and hummed for a long time, as if he was cursing the soldier, and then got up again after receiving the second whip.

"Do not."

But Viserys shook his head.

"Maester Gunther, I'm afraid you have misunderstood. They are members of the robbers and brotherhood who have been exterminated during this time."

"These people used to harm one side here, and now it's cheap for them to build the castle."