Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

"I saw you at King Robert's banquet, Duke Attis." Thoros stroked the smooth top of his head and took a sip of wine. "You were only twelve years old at that time, but you could get a glimpse of your current style. ”

Attis smiled when he heard this. He could roughly guess why Thoros, a red-robed monk from Myr, could get along well with King Robert. This kind of character and flattery made King Robert like him very much, "You are King Robert." The distinguished guest next to him is also a famous swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms."

This is not flattery. Thoros, the red monk of Myr, is indeed famous in the Seven Kingdoms. He was originally recruited into King's Landing because of the Mad King's obsession with fire. Since then, he has demonstrated his extraordinary martial arts in wars and tournaments. The Usurper War and King Robert drank and talked happily, Greyjoy was the first to climb the Pike Tower in the rebellion, drew the flaming sword to intimidate the Ironborn, won the championship of the group tourney three times, and so on.

These resumes are enough to make him a famous knight in the Seven Kingdoms, even though Thoros is a Red God monk.

"Hahahaha!" Hearty laughter echoed in the side hall. The main hall of Harrenhal was too large for entertaining one or two guests, so the black-hearted Harren left hundreds of side halls. It worked.

Although most of them were abandoned, less than half of the side halls were used, and they were not used to entertain guests. Most of them were transformed into bedrooms and utility rooms. After Attis arrived, some of them were transformed into equipment displays for the knights. Hall, used for preparations for tournaments.

There is also a considerable part used to house the collection of books "borrowed" from the riverland castles. Considering that the new owners of these castles in the valley are mostly knights who only know how to sword, Harrenhal is the perfect place to "trust" these precious books.

"The Red God and the gods bless you," Thoros took a sip of mead and burped with enjoyment, "Why didn't I see the red-robed woman of Volantis? The name of this colleague is with us. These red-robed monks who work hard to preach are so enviable among themselves!”

Thoros' tone was very joking. He didn't look like Melisandre, and he was also different from Magiro. He didn't seem to have much faith in the Red God.

"I'm curious as to why people like you in the valley can accept R'hllor's stuff." Thoros thought for a moment and gave this description. He lifted up his red long sleeves. Although the color faded a little, there seemed to be something in his expression. Are you serious?

Attis glanced at the red-robed monk with admiration and said, "We Valley people are not so much closed and conservative as we value tradition and respect our ancestors. Valley people are not as conservative as the outside world rumored, but they are more principled. "

"As high as glory?" Soros has obviously done his homework.

"Glory is the foundation and the principle. On top of it, I prefer to rely on merit. So sometimes, you need to be flexible." Attis raised the wine glass to his mouth and smelled the aroma of wine.

Thoros thought of the flaming sword that appeared without being smeared with wildfire. This was probably what Duke Attis meant by "meritocracy".

Thoros, the red-robed woman, was silent. He touched the wine glass lightly and said, "On my way to Harrenhal, I met a group of believers of the Seven Gods. Well, unusual believers. They seemed to have very deep obsessions in their hearts. "

"What do you say?" Attis asked.

"It feels bad. When they mentioned you, they didn't seem to use the right words. These believers are also on their way to Harrenhal." Thoros replied.

Attis thought of the flamboyant red-robed woman and Weimar who warned him about this before, and nodded slightly, "I will pay attention."

Thoros took a deep breath. After all, refugees are just refugees. With faith, they at least have some persistence to live. "The Riverlands suffered too many losses due to the previous wars. Countless civilians died under the swords of knights. You are The new Governor of the Trident, me"

"I will give them peace and tranquility," Attis smiled slightly, "Believe me, they still need the protection of the Canyon Knight for the time being."

Soros said nothing, but opened his mouth again to take the fresh meat in his mouth and chew it.

It was getting light, and Harrenhal was busy.

A huge flag was hung on the dark city wall. The blue and white crescent falcon flag was high above the unbuilt grandstand. The top was connected by a steel ring from the tower. Colorful little flags clattered on every battlement. "La" floats.

Masons are renovating the decayed iron gates, wooden gates and even the walls of the courtyard. The green vines climbing up the courtyard walls are also being cleaned up. The weeds scattered in the corners are transplanted to the soil in the center. Gardeners tending to the flowers and plants are walking through the garden. , busy.

The wooden platform left over from the Mad King's time and used for team fights and competitions has just been renovated. Wilmar Royce, Robert Royce and Harold Hatton and other valley knights have stepped up to compete. , when Artis passed by, Weimar happened to be knocked over by Michelle Redford, and almost rolled under the round platform.

Weimar couldn't help but smile awkwardly at Artis, then got up and said, "Come on, Redford kid!" He made a gorgeous sword display and pointed it at Michelle Redford standing in front.

Lynn Corbray's attendant Attis looked at Michelle and murmured in his heart.

The news that Lyn was imprisoned in the dungeon by Lord Corbray reached Harrenhal very early. Attis knew that Michael Redford had already heard about it, but he did not know whether it had any impact on him.

Michelle caught a glimpse of the Duke staring at her, and took a deep breath. The Duke was watching her, and she couldn't lose.

He feinted with his sword, then slashed at Weimar's left side with his sword.

Weimar felt the swiftness of the sword's edge and quickly raised his sword to parry. However, he never expected that Michelle's strength was so great that he almost lost his grip on the long sword.

"Damn it, why are you so serious all of a sudden?" Weimar retreated one after another, but Michelle's sword moves became faster and faster, making it difficult for people to see that she was using the sword covered with thick layers of iron cans.

Artis looked at Michelle, who was moving more and more fiercely, and walked away without thinking.

The sound of the swords clashing gradually faded away. Attis twisted the bones on his body slightly. Angei fetched a war horse for him. He had been busy in the study for too long, and his knightly skills were wasted a lot. The tournament was about to be prepared, so he could take advantage of it. training training.

But it seemed that the gods were not willing to give him this opportunity. As soon as Attis got on his horse, he saw his blue-robed bodyguards galloping over.

"Duke Attis!" The blue-robed bodyguard reined in the reins and stopped in front of Attis. "There are a large number of refugees coming towards us along the King's Road. They keep chanting 'sin' in their mouths. I'm afraid." The matter is not simple, let me report to you.”

"Refugees?" Attis frowned, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "How many people are there and where do they come from?"

"Nearly a hundred people, but they are in groups, their clothes are simple, and they march with some military discipline." The blue-robed guard said decisively.

Attis frowned slightly, remembering Soros' words last night.

"Bring more people and go to the city gate to maintain discipline. Only registered craftsmen can enter the city." Attis knew that craftsmen in the Riverlands were small groups, and few people could break away from these professional groups and master skills alone. "If you don't know the craftsmen in the city, you are not allowed to enter the city."

"Yes!" The blue-robed bodyguard replied and rode away.

"Guilty!"

The believers shouted in unison, attracting the attention of the onlookers.

"Clang!"

A woman who looked like a nun was knocking on an iron tool and walking on both sides of the team.

"Guilty!"

The believers formed a team and walked towards the towering Harrenhal in front of them.