Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 132 Kefu Malkor

Sir Kefu Malkor squatted down, the gravel of the black soil stuck to his palm, the grains slid down his fingertips, and left wet water marks.

"I really don't understand." Pang pulled the reins of the warhorse and looked at the joy on Sir Malkor's face. "The knights of the Old Anchorage came to the Moon Gate Castle to get a good face in front of Lord Nestor and strive to be selected into the guards of the Eyrie. You are so good, hanging around in the farmland all day, like a little baron."

"The weather is getting colder, don't you feel it?" Kefu half-squatted on the ground, looking at the endless black soil. Several streams in the valley converged not far away. The moist water vapor contained in the air of the river valley was well preserved by the black soil, so when you put your hand into it, you will feel wet and wrapped.

"Barley, wheat, even rice, pumpkins, and corn." Kefu Malkor murmured, as if talking to himself, "These are important crops in the Arryn Valley. After a long summer, there is often a longer winter. Wouldn't it be better to make early inspections and preparations?"

Punk curled his lips in disdain, "This is what a maester and a farmer do, not what a knight should do. You almost went to the Wall, if it weren't for me..."

"I appreciate you speaking well of me in front of my father, Punk," Kefu turned around, his eyes full of sincerity, "I thank you for Linna, Punk."

Punk opened his mouth slightly and sighed helplessly. It would be fine if Kefu Malkor liked the books of the bachelor and the hoe of the farmer, but he fell in love with the daughter of a fisherman on the seaside, a girl whose chastity was taken away by bandits, and even hired a monk to witness their marriage.

But he had been engaged to the granddaughter of Lady Waywood for a long time. Fortunately, this matter did not spread to the old anchorage, otherwise Earl Malkor, who regarded honor as the foundation of his life, would definitely punish Kefu severely, and the fisherman girl named Lina would not have a good end.

Fortunately, he once risked his life to rescue Earl Malkor and his wife in the fire, otherwise how could he, a small knight with property, speak in the earl's elegant hall.

Kefu stood up and looked at the gurgling water in the distance, "Let's go to the front and take a look, Sir Punk." He jumped on the horse, shook the reins, and the warhorse ran away.

Punk frowned and followed him on horseback.

The wind was chasing the two people riding horses behind them. Ke Fu liked this scene the most, wandering in nature, and the carefree freedom wrapped around him like the wind.

"Your father is the earl of the old anchorage. He owns the second largest navy fleet in the valley." Punk shouted loudly.

Ke Fu smiled slightly, "Those dozens of broken ships?"

Punk looked at Ke Fu who didn't care, and his heart became more anxious, "I tell you, Ke Fu, if I hadn't saved the earl from the mountain clan, he wouldn't have given you the last chance to come to the Moon Gate Castle!"

"If my father hadn't stopped me, I might have completed the courses in the academy and become a knight of knowledge!" Ke Fu faced the wind, not caring about the anger in Punk's tone, and said happily.

"You are a canyon knight! Damn it!"

Punk's voice fell far behind him, and Ke Fu rode his horse straight to the stream.

The sound of gurgling water surrounded his ears. Kefu Malkor stopped by the water, watching the fish swimming happily in the clear stream.

The harpoon was inserted into the bottom of the water, and the blood instantly dissolved in the water. The farmer pulled it up and looked hesitantly at the knight who was riding a horse and stopped on the river bank.

"It's a mess outside the Blood Gate. The young wolf lord has turned the world upside down in the West. Duke Attis will sooner or later reorganize the army and lead the troops to go out again. The old anchorage has missed an expedition before, and only sent more than a hundred people to follow. Now it's different. The earl asked you to go to the Moon Gate Castle to represent the old anchorage." Punk looked at the road in the distance as if choking.

Kefu raised his eyes slightly, and a strange team was marching on the road in the valley.

The knights of the Arryn Valley walked at the front of the road, with tall horses and silver armor that was particularly dazzling.

"Red Robe Woman" Punk murmured.

Kefu Malkor looked into the distance. The weak woman in a red robe was indeed conspicuous among the fully armed knights. Her beautiful face could move the heart of every man.

Next to the red-robed woman, the dark-skinned foreigner also stood out among the Andals. He held the apple and swallowed it in two or three bites, which was quite funny.

But what was even more surprising was that after the canyon knights, the crowd winding on the road and looking at the farmers around them with curiosity were actually a group of ragged barbarians who did not show any civilization at all.

"Mountain clan?" Punk frowned, and he held the hilt of his sword uneasily.

The team was mighty, and the direction of the march was obviously the Moon Gate Castle.

"We have to find out, Punk." Kefu saw the strangeness in it.

"Sir Punk!" A loud shout came from the marching crowd.

Punk was slightly stunned and squinted his eyes to look into the distance.

The Eagle's Nest coach Sir Vardis Egan rode out of the team and waved in the direction of Punk and Kefu.

Punk and Kefu climbed onto their horses and walked towards the team.

"What's the situation with this group of wild ancestors?" Punk approached Vardis and looked at the end of the team vigilantly.

"The surrendered Burning Man and Painted Dog tribes," Vardis glanced at the red-robed woman in the team and whispered, "Their leaders brought some elders and warriors from the tribe to accept the surrender."

"This" Punk choked and looked at the Gaoshan clan in the team in surprise.

Ke Fu Marco frowned slightly. According to his experience in the old anchorage, the Burning People Tribe is the most powerful alpine clan in the Mingyue Mountains. Compared with them, the aggressive and warlike Stone Crow Tribe is far inferior. After all, at least It is not a level in terms of quantity.

"The ancestors of the Gaoshan clan surrendered to the Andals." Ke Fu thought of the books he had seen in the library of the Gate of the Moon. "This has never happened before. There are only a few cases. How could there be such a thing? The tribe surrendered."

Vardis looked at the young man in front of him and nodded slightly, "You are probably the eldest son and heir of Count Marco, your name is"

"Kof Malkor, Ser Vardis." Kof answered.

Vardis nodded appreciatively, "He is thoughtful, and he is the stuff of a commander, haha!" He looked at the red-robed woman riding slowly behind him, "The Alpine clan did not surrender to us, but to her, this Vardis The red-robed woman of Lantis.”

Ke Fu turned around and looked into Melisandre's eyes, his mysterious red eyes seemed to be filled with stories.

"It's getting late," Vardis looked at the smoke rising in front of him. "Just in time for dinner at the Gates of the Moon. Bless the Seven Gods."

The coach of the Eagle's Nest City turned around and shouted: "I think you are all hungry. The food at the Gate of the Moon is enough to keep you full, so speed up!"

The horses' hooves stepped quickly on the ground, making chaotic and rapid "clatter" sounds as war horses passed by the two of them.

However, the woman in red robe slowly approached Ke Fu Marko, her eyes always staying on Ke Fu.

"What's wrong?" The red-robed monk behind Melisandre looked at himself up and down, muttering in Valyrian, "I'm really obsessed. Whoever your red eyes are staring at, I think he is The person chosen by the Red God." Ma Qiluo joked and nodded to Ke Fu.

"Even though the Lord of Light has given instructions more and more frequently recently, it has not reached this point, Magiro," Melisandre responded in Valyrian. "I am just more willing to listen to people's hearts and use my Feel."

Ke Fu frowned slightly. He roughly recognized the pronunciation of Valyrian and a few common words. He coughed slightly and paid courtesy to the Volantis envoy without saying anything more.

Melisandre looked at Ke Fu with some deep meaning, "The King of Light will glance at anyone bathing in the sun, even beggars on the roadside and homeless people in the ditch."

"I am a knight who has been anointed with holy oil, madam. I am bathed in the holy light of the seven gods." Ke Fu retorted softly, nodding slightly.

"Really?" Melisandre flicked her horsewhip and slowly passed by Ke Fu, "The person you swore allegiance to is a true king, Sir. He will not bury anyone."

Ma Qiluo, who was behind the red-robed woman, chuckled, "Everyone hates people who tell riddles, right?" He said with a chuckle as he passed by Ke Fu.

The ancestors of the Alpine clan passed by noisily. Punk kept holding the hilt of his sword tightly and looked coldly at this group of barbarians who often harassed the residents of Arryn Valley.

Looking at the back of the advancing team, Punk breathed a sigh of relief, "It's time for us to go back, Ke Fu. It's not easy to snatch food from the mouths of these animals."

Just as he was about to leave, Ke Fu's voice sounded behind him, "When we were at the old anchorage, I noticed what the Stone Crow tribe robbed during their robbery." He looked at the advancing Gaoshan clan, " Most of what they loot is overripe pumpkins, which no one wants after the season, and the cost of looting during the harvest is too high."

Punk frowned. He didn't understand what Ke Fu was talking about.

"Then there's the population. We and they are doing this. The Mingyue Mountains are often regarded as barren, but in extraordinary times it is a very peaceful place." Kefu Marko thought of a past incident.

When Jon Arryn was still the Duke of the Eyrie, there was a rather special territorial dispute in the barony. This incident happened to happen in the fiefdom of the Malkor family. His father, who always valued honor and face, regarded it as a disgrace. Looking back on the past, but because he was his eldest son and heir, his father still talked about everything and regarded this incident as a lesson to himself.

Because that's a ridiculous thing, there are some villages on the edge of the Vale of Arryn, the blurry area between the Vale Castle and the Moon Mountains, which is often a popular place for mountain clan raids.

When the Usurper's War broke out, Jon Arryn summoned his vassals and the landed knights of the Vale, and the Bleeding Gate helped Robert seize the Iron Throne.

A larger power vacuum appeared in the valley for the first time. It was not serious along the coast and in the inner valleys of Arryn Valley. After all, there were still mercenaries and free riders, including the feudal family, which had a lot of background and would not be attacked by the wild men of the Alpine clan. .

But in the edge villages between the Valley Castle and the Moon Mountains, due to the arrival of the war, the economic pressure shifted downwards, and the barony's tax became more and more heavy. In order to avoid this heavy pressure from the lord, an old anchorage was established. In the villages inside, all the valley residents in the village migrated to the higher slopes of the Mingyue Mountains to escape the oppression of this heavy tax.

But what was finally reported to the Old Anchorage and Eagle's Nest City was the news of a new group of mountain clans appearing in the Mingyue Mountains near the Old Anchorage.

Everything is as usual, the Canyon Knights went out to encircle and suppress the news of the savages.

Ke Fu raised his eyebrows and said, "The Mingyue Mountains also have specialties. Do you still remember the tribe that Count Yohn led his troops to wipe out?"

"I remember," Punk breathed, "at the back of the antlers. I hunted there."

"That terraced open field is so green." Ke Fu was interrupted by Punk before he could finish his sentence.

"The fields were obtained by looting the seeds of the Seagull Town caravan. I remember that tribe. They almost made us die that winter." Punk's temples were gray and his brows were furrowed, as if he had thought of something.

"Ahem," Ke Fu cleared his throat awkwardly, "The tribe is gone, and the land was confiscated by us. The nobles there could not mobilize manpower to develop the resources there, but let the Canyon Knights patrol and guard there all day long. Since then, the number of looting by the mountain clans has become more and more frequent."

"So what?" Punk said to Ke Fu impatiently, "We should go back. It's getting late."

He pointed to the sky, and the sunset was emitting a fiery red as if it was drunk, drooping towards the distant mountains.

Ke Fu smiled slightly and raised the reins, "I am going to petition Duke Attis to open up some material exchanges and land, led by the nobles, in exchange for peace with the ancestors of the Mingyue Mountains."

He rode lightly and fled away.

Punk's scolding was left behind again, "You are crazy! I didn't ask you to come to the Moon Gate to make a fool of yourself."

Nest followed the instructions of Duke Attis and picked an open space outside the Moon Gate. Except for the blue robe guards of the Eyrie, no one from the Valley was present, including Nestor.

Most of Attis's guards were not from the great nobles of the Valley. Even a large part of them were wealthy knights from the new fiefdom of the Green Fork River. Attis had no reason to distrust this group of military nobility from the Valley.

The reason for this arrangement was to avoid Melisandre's so-called ritual surrender of the Red God, which was extremely important for the superstitious mountain clans.

"The night is long and dangerous everywhere!" Melisandre pointed to the long sword inserted in the haystack, "One country, one God, one king!"

Attis stepped forward and drew out the long sword. The blazing flames burned on the sword, but he could not feel the temperature.

The flames were faintly burning on the edge of his iron gloves. Attis didn't care about that and raised the burning sword in front of the ancestors of the Burning Tribe.

"Allah! Allah! Allah!" The ancestors of the Burning Tribe called out loudly.

"I believe in the Fire Witch. This is the tradition of the ancestors of the Burning Tribe." "Red Hand" Timmet looked at Attis holding the sword, and the sword was burning. "The Fire Witch believes in Allah, that is you."

Timet put down his weapon, bent down and knelt, "You are also my Allah."

The wife covered with red dye did the same, kneeling on the ground, her eyes full of respect and piety

"The only true God, bless the only Allah!"

Melisandre's voice was like a fascinating and intoxicating summer red. If you are not vigilant, it is easy to fall into it, as if you were under a spell.

Attis retracted his sword, looked at the gradually extinguished fake sword and the seemingly convinced Timmet, and sighed slightly. This did not achieve the best effect.

Today's chapter is a bit late, I'm sorry