Chapter 183 Unexpected Disaster (2)
The scorching sun seems to indicate that the long summer will never end. Perhaps it is possible, as the monks from Darui City said, that the Seven Gods are kind enough to bestow the endless summer on the world, from the sea of summer to the land of eternal winter. Whether they are believers of the Seven Gods, blasphemous heretics, or insane unbelievers, they all enjoy this grace.
Militan touched the seven-pointed star chain in his hand, and the smooth copper surface was polished by his thumb. There are dense scratches on this pendant that he has been wearing since he ran away from Darry City, just like Militan's journey from the Riverlands to the High Sparrow, and the bumpy journey to King's Landing.
He didn't know how many people the chain had witnessed died under his long sword. Militan closed his eyes, crossed his legs on the ground, leaned his back against a small tree in the dense bush, and silently recited the prayers of the Seven Gods. .
"Deng Deng!"
The sound of horse hooves hitting the ground gradually approached. Militang didn't need to think too much. He looked up and saw those familiar knights and the familiar standard chain armor.
A sky-blue cloak, the heraldic shield of a noble knight of the valley, and a shiny half-helmet.
Militan's pupils shrank and his breathing became rapid. He looked nervously at the Valley Knight who was speeding past him.
He will never forget the battle he experienced in Salt Farm Town. The soldiers in Darui City hurriedly fled across the river without effective command. He still remembers the scene of many Riverland soldiers being ravaged by the iron hooves of the valley on the bank.
Except for the several valley knights at the head who had gorgeous and luxurious equipment and clothing, the levies following behind them seemed ordinary, no different from the farmers he saw in Darui City on weekdays.
Militan did not stand up slowly until the cavalry were far away. He stood there, staring at the back of the army marching in the valley, in a daze for a long time.
The chirping of birds in the dense forest brought him back to reality. The first priority was to reach the place agreed upon by him and Sir Theodore, an unknown village that had no dedicated monks to serve him.
I am afraid that the nobles hiding in the castle will never know how many these villages are. Only the High Sparrow, who has traveled to the Seven Kingdoms, is willing to set foot in them and provide villagers with traditional services such as naming newborns, forgiving sins and officiating weddings, and serving the common people. , the monks and bishops of Oldtown and Baelor Cathedral don't have the ability to do it.
The farmland of Harrenhal seemed to be being used again. Militan walked north along the King's Road. The peaceful life of the farmers in the Green Fork River was beyond his expectation. This group of new valley lords did not seem to like having too much contact with the farmers. Interference, a traditional estrangement from deep in the mountains hinders the negotiations between nobles and peasants.
"Those Sanhe people."
Even the lowest knight of the valley used such words to refer to the hard-working farmers in his new territory. This was not a bad thing. Militan could not see any special discrimination. This group of valley people was too closed by the barren Mingyue Mountains. For a long time, I occasionally saw the fertile plains but didn't know how to intervene. I just followed the arrogant tradition of the nobles, captured poachers, and punished some prisoners according to the traditional laws of the valley.
This is actually a good thing for the farmers living here, and the valley people's strict land boundary requirements and harsh laws in this regard force all farmers and property owners in the jurisdiction to farm according to the valley people's divisions. Militan couldn't figure out why the people of the valley paid so much attention to every corner of the land. This kind of attention made the originally ambiguous land ownership in the Riverlands clear. It was written in black and white, and even had to be signed under the witness of the seven monks. .
Militan let out a long breath. The hazy outline of Harrenhal is just behind the dense forest. The largest and tallest castle in the Seven Kingdoms is like this. It is like a hill. It is very close to the sight, but the actual distance is very far.
There was urgency in Maester Colmont's words, and Attis could fully imagine the anxious expression on the maester's face at this time.
Wilma Royce sat on one side of the desk, leaning on the cushions on the back of the chair, staring at the letter in Attis's hand.
"Did the knights of Runestone City do it?" Weimar asked tentatively. He seemed to see the words Runestone City and Royce in the words of the letter.
Attis handed the souvenir to Weimar, "The newly conquered Alpine clan had a conflict with the knight at the Gates of the Moon. The knight seemed to have just returned to the valley from Harrenhal, and indeed belonged to Runestone City." Weimar. Frowning, he looked through the letter in his hand, "These ragged, uncivilized mountain clans." Attis coughed lightly, Weimar stopped talking, and quickly changed his words, following the description in the letter, "Stone The wild men and tribesmen of the Crow tribe are interested in the trophies of the knights of Runestone City, and want to obtain them through duels, a cultural custom of the Mingyue Mountains."
"As expected of a bachelor who attaches great importance to etiquette, his words are indeed polite. Isn't this just robbery?" Weimar put down the souvenir and looked at Attis, frowning slightly and holding his arms on the table with some force.
Attis didn't say anything, but just looked at Weimar silently, touching the tip of his nose with his right hand and rubbing it slowly.
Weimar continued, "The savages and the knights fought, and later turned into a group fight. This was simply a violation of military discipline. They need to be educated, by the Seven Gods and the spirit of chivalry." He shook his hand angrily.
Attis's face was as stiff as an iron plate. Weimar's words echoed in his ears. He remained motionless, just deep in thought.
"Trouble," Attis said, his voice soft.
"Educating uncivilized savages is naturally troublesome." Weimar leaned his head on the cushion and shook his head. He took a deep breath and quickly turned his attention to Attis, with a slight hesitation in his eyes. "These savages worship A ball of fire, worshiping the red-robed woman"
Attis paused for a moment, looked at Weimar, and listened to what he said.
Weimar pursed his lips slightly and said, "The red-robed woman did help us deal with the mountain clans in the Mingyue Mountains, but she is wearing a red robe." He opened and closed his mouth, but stopped talking.
"Weima, you can just say it," Attis sighed slightly in his heart. Since the war started, he and Weimar seemed to be drifting apart, and their relationship was not as close as before. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, " I always listen to your opinion.”
Weimar only hesitated for a moment, and then said: "There are rumors in Harrenhal that you and the red-robed woman, a heretical believer of the Red God, are always together. There is something wrong."
A brief silence enveloped the two of Attis and Weimar. Harrenhal seemed to have imprisoned all human voices in the thick, dark walls, and together with the tower where Attis was, it was suppressed and difficult to breathe.
A burst of heat surged in Weimar's chest. He didn't like this untimely silence. Weimar couldn't figure out Artis's inner thoughts and thoughts, and his breathing became a little heavy, especially in the quiet study. clear.
Attis broke the silence, "I know, go back to your father, Weimar." He looked at Weimar, and there was a look in his eyes that Weimar didn't usually see, which seemed to be sad and lonely.
Weimar nodded, stood up, and walked downstairs. The sound of leaving footsteps echoed in the gallery of the tower, and the clanking of chainmail was also very clear.
Attis turned to look out the thin window. He was hesitating and reflecting on whether he had taken too big a step. Many hidden contradictions were like black rocks hidden under the ocean, with vibrant water plants and kelp floating on the surface as virtual objects. decoration.
And when the tide recedes, the rocks will surely land again.
His fingers tapped on the desk, making regular sounds.
(End of chapter)