Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

"No idlers are allowed to enter the city!" The blue-robed guards galloped up to the group of believers who shouted "sin" in unison, "Duke Aylin has an order. You are only allowed to stay outside the city. Skilled craftsmen." You have to wait for your identity to be verified before you can enter!”

The leading monk's expression remained unchanged. He glanced at the Aylin guards who were wearing blue robes and holding long swords. He continued to move forward and shouted softly: "Sin."

The ranks of believers were uniform, following the steps of the monks, "Sin!"

"Dang, Dang, Dang!" The nuns were banging iron tools on both sides of the team, keeping their eyes on the front, ignoring the blue-robed guards who wanted to stop them from moving forward.

"Damn it!" The blue-robed guard drew out his long sword, and several cavalrymen behind him unfurled their weapons. The sound of lightly scratching the scabbard suddenly drowned out the curse-like chorus of the believers.

The monk paused on the spot, looked up dullly at the sword in the guard's hand, and bowed slightly, "You are a loyal and brave knight of the Seven Kingdoms, a warrior under the Seven Gods."

"You are not allowed to enter the city, otherwise you, the refugees, will die miserably by the sword." The guard warned without any emotion.

The monk had a look of pity on his face, "The knights crowned by the Seven Gods and the warriors anointed with holy oil have actually fallen like this."

"Don't give me nonsense," the guard was annoyed by his godly words. "If you want me to see your people shouting sin and forcing their way into Harrenhal again, don't force me to chop off your head with a sword." Hang on the city gate!"

The bodyguard turned his horse's head and ran towards the city.

The monk opened his chapped lips slightly and took off the water bag hanging on his shoulder. A slightly bitter taste filled his mouth. The water bag was filled with clear water mixed with Hejian ale.

He handed it to the believers on the side. This group of ragged believers passed the water bag to the second person one after another as if they were continuing their faith.

The monk took the lead and held the hands of the believers, turned around and said loudly to the believers: "The seven sacred oils anoint the body of the knight, not the mind of the knight."

He turned his head and glanced at the blue-robed guards who were walking away, and his voice rose a little higher, "The sacred faith has been tainted by the filth of the world, the knight's creed has become a mean excuse for the lowly, and the majesty of the Heavenly Father has become the tyranny of power. The power of the Holy Mother has become a hypocrisy to deceive all living beings, and the fearlessness and martial arts given to them by the warriors have become the driving force behind the raging heresy!”

"May the stranger ride on the pale mare and arrive at the bewitcher's side as soon as possible to dispel the knight's ignorance!" the monk shouted loudly. In front of him, all the believers stretched out their hands as if to touch the sacred.

The scene from seventeen years ago reappeared in his mind. The mad king's army and the usurper's army fought fiercely at the Ruby Bank. His lord raped his sister, but instead framed him as a rapist and forcibly castrated himself. The younger sister also went crazy and committed suicide by jumping into the Trident River. When the body was found, only the flesh and blood left by the lizard and lions were left.

The monks of Harroway Tower took him in. People in the town called him "Eunuch Friar" Walter, but he didn't care. The Seven Gods guided him out of the fog and led him on the road to salvation. Walter was doomed to have a meaningless life. 's death.

"Everyone can get what they deserve from all the deeds created by the seven gods." Walter thought silently, preaching to the seven gods, protecting the residents, and dispelling ignorance and sin, this is the meaning of his life.

After meeting the High Sparrow, he felt that the mission given to him by the Seven Gods could be realized.

"Sin!" the believers shouted in unison.

The monk waved slightly, and the believers broke up the originally neat team and chose to surround Walter in the middle, just like the scene where a missionary preached his doctrine.

"The holy light of Westeros has not yet blessed the people of the Seven Kingdoms, but the evil fire of R'hllor's heresy has already spread to the place where the Seven Stars Holy War landed!" Walter is very clear about the history of the Andals' landing, and he is also familiar with the original Ai Attis Aylin, the ancestor of the Lin family, knew a thing or two about the strategy of the seven stars that sealed the victory. The valley was the heartland of the Seven Gods' faith, and as a monk, he had to understand it.

Walter stretched out his finger, pointed to Harrenhal in front, and looked at the people who were gradually watching, "The red-robed woman Melisandre, a despicable follower of R'hllor, used the beauty of a witch to confuse the master of the Arryn Valley. The powerful forces promote heresies in the Eastern Continent in an attempt to tarnish the sacred land of the Seven Gods!"

Believers shouted in response, "Sin!"

The onlookers were chattering and talking incessantly. Walter couldn't hear clearly, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. With his many years of missionary experience, this kind of missionary work only needs to give the people a basic impression.

The red-robed woman is a heretic witch, and Duke Arryn was bewitched by the red-robed woman. This is the most basic impression.

The citizens themselves will think about it

Walter waved his arms and looked very excited, vividly describing the Scarlet Witch's despicable and deceptive methods.

The public seemed to be very interested in the performance, especially when they were immersed in it, and unknowingly fell into the situation created by Walter's language.

Gradually, some of the onlookers responded, and Walter danced and danced, venting his inner anger and injustice to his heart's content. These emotions also permeated the crowd.

"May the stranger ride on the pale mare to take away the sins as soon as possible!" Walter shouted loudly, and he always ended with this sentence. It was obvious that he was following the High Sparrow's missionary routine.

Attis sat there, listening to the maester of Harrenhal repeating to him what the monks preached outside the castle.

Yohn Royce stood there with a livid face, "This is unreasonable, it is extremely insulting!" He directly interrupted the bachelor's recitation and looked at Attis, "Duke Attis, I will lead people to stop these people who are spreading rumors. All the bastards who cause trouble will be locked up in the dungeons of Harrenhal and will live with the ghosts of Harrenhal for the rest of their lives!"

Eustace Hunter looked at Artis solemnly, and looked around at the knights who were called into the main hall by Artis.

Bronze John and the three sons of the Royce family, Clayton Redford and his brother Michel who had always fought side by side with him, Marvin Belmore, the former personal guard of Duke Artis, and two knights from Coldwater City.

All of them were the ancestors of the valley, and all of them were valley knights who believed in the old gods.

Only Harold Hatton was an Andal from generation to generation, but he was also a relative of Duke Artis and the second heir to the valley.

He looked at the calm Duke of Attis, understood what the Duke meant, stepped forward, and said: "Slandering and defaming the lord should be beheaded or put in black clothes according to the law. The provisions of the law are impeccable."

Harold turned his head to look at Attis, "This must be the action of that monk alone, and it has nothing to do with the local church."

Attis nodded slightly and said: "This is a trivial matter, Sir Marvin, you will solve it and detain these civilians who violated the law."

Marvin Belmore nodded lightly. In his opinion, this is normal, just enforcing the law.

"Disperse." Attis' words fell lightly, and the crowd dispersed one after another.

"Dispersing sin is the responsibility and responsibility of every believer!" Walter shouted loudly, holding his hands high, and his heart-wrenching words seemed to be a curse, but there was a woman's shrillness in his voice, which caused laughter from the onlookers from time to time.

But this harmony was soon broken by the commotion.

"Arrest the criminals who slandered the Duke, and get out of my way!" Marvin Belmore rode forward, followed by dozens of Valley cavalrymen.

The gathered civilians soon became a mess, and the ground was full of the debris of the pots and pans they carried, trampled, squeezed, and pushed everywhere.

Walter's hand was grabbed by a believer beside him and dragged out fiercely, but he was still hit by the Valley Knight's long stick. The pain in his body quickly spread throughout his body. Walter curled up on the ground with spasms, and when he looked up, he saw the Valley cavalrymen who gathered around him.

"Catch him." Marvin ordered coldly.

When he woke up again, what Walter saw was the darkness that could not be seen at the bottom and the cracked wall behind him.

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