Chapter 186 Saints

this afternoon.

Viserys appeared in the castle's conference hall, but there was one person missing forever.

The young king was wearing a uniform and a golden crown sitting in the main seat, while the important rulers of Andalos sat on both sides of the long conference table.

Then Viserys came up with the plan that had been prepared last night. Regarding the division of the military system after the establishment of the kingdom, regarding the construction of new towns, a certain number of rural areas were reduced to become more densely populated towns.

Because of the special military system of Andalos, although the nobles have private soldiers to defend the castle, the number is not too large. All the standing legions of the entire kingdom are in the hands of the king or his designated commander.

This is very different from the aristocratic system in Westeros. The nobles only care about the land and do not care about the troops stationed here, and the powers of the generals of the garrison are equal to the rank of the local nobles, but this power cannot be hereditary and irreplaceable. .

Theoretically, the governing power of the local nobles is slightly higher than that of the defending generals, but in practice these army commanders are no less powerful than the local nobles.

Viserys naturally knows that such a system still has many flaws, it is easy to breed warlords, it is easy for local nobles and generals to fornicate and so on.

However, this is also a last resort based on the current situation, at least compared to King Robert on the Iron Throne, he has concentrated power in his own hands.

The dragon is the best deterrent for Viserys to break the tradition and implement the new system. As long as there is a dragon in Viserys, the original deep-rooted system can be torn apart as much as possible, and the centralization of power can be increased as much as possible.

Andalos is such a big place, even if there is a situation in the frontier, there is an army rebelling or colluding with local nobles, Viserys can ride a dragon the next afternoon to gather soldiers from the rest of the surrounding towns, and airborne aggressively to that place. On top of the castle, it's still quite impressive to be 'a plane' ahead of others in this era.

"Looks like I'm going to retire."

Sir Geoffrey, grey-haired and wearing the Order of the Hand of the King, took the first seat to Viserys' left and shook his head slightly.

"I should have shared these things for Your Majesty, but."

But now the old sergeant had nothing to teach him, a wrinkled old face full of a wry smile.

Viserys has followed the old commander of the Dragonstone Fleet for so many years, and with the deliberate teaching of the old Sir, Viserys has followed him to learn to lead troops to fight, and he has learned almost all his skills. hand.

In terms of politics, the old Sir was originally a military man, and he knew nothing about governing the country and developing the economy, and even often dragged his feet.

Originally, he wanted to intervene in the development and construction of Andalos, fearing that Viserys was going the wrong way.

The old man, who has now handed over his military power and returned to the field, once again felt powerless in the political situation. Hearing Viserys explaining the future direction of development was like listening to a book from heaven.

Then I don't know how long has passed.

"Bessie."

Viserys looked at the person sitting at the end of the long conference table, and many of the people present looked over.

His whole body was shrouded in thick clothes, and he wore a metal mask on his face. Except for the eyes under the mask, there was not a single trace of skin exposed. An ascetic.

When Bessie heard Viserys' voice, she turned her head slightly, and looked at the king he swore allegiance to with his eyes shining brightly under his mask.

"His Majesty."

His voice was low and hoarse.

It took more than half a year for Bessie, a knight who got up from a peasant boy, to overcome his illness and stood up strong again. Except for his charred body that he didn't want to show, he was no different from an ordinary person.

Of course, there is one more point.

That is, he is indeed as diagnosed by Jillian at the beginning, he will not be able to pick up a sword in this life, and he will not be able to fight like a knight.

However, Bessie begged Viserys to give him a chance, he didn't want to mess up the rest of his life, and eventually Viserys gave him the command of part of the army.

Afterwards, Bessie led these soldiers to clear the fraternity and bandits that were like weeds, and they won again and again.

In addition, he is rigorous in governing the army, leading his troops in an orderly style, and he does not commit crimes wherever he goes like a monk.

In the end, he came out with a big name.

'Saint' Bessie Joyce.

The reason is naturally his devotion to the belief in the Seven Gods, and the seven-pointed star symbol on the mask still reminds him at all times that he is the son of a warrior.

"The First Legion will be handed over to you."

The young king wore a golden crown on his head, and then handed him a medal that looked like a golden sword and shield in his hand.

This is the medal representing the commander of the First Corps.

Bessie, a self-made confidant who followed him, had been fascinated by Viserys.

There are not many people he can trust, but this loyal knight is definitely one of them.

His loyalty to Viserys was as strong as his belief in the Seven, a man of tenacity and tenacity, very principled.

In addition, Bessie's achievements in leading troops during this period are also obvious to all. He governed the army in a religious way.

And this Andalus corps with the designation "One" is the first 4,000 elite Andal warriors who followed Viserys to the north and south.

These Andal warriors are brave and good at fighting, and it is naturally more suitable for Bessie, a 'son of warriors', to lead them.

Viserys handed the first legion commander's medal to the iron-faced knight. The small sword made of pure gold gleamed in the light, and there was sparse applause in the conference hall.

All the Andalos executives present applauded to congratulate the commander of civilian origin.

"Congratulations."

Oberyn, who had always been frivolous and lazy, looked a lot more serious this time, and clapped his hands to congratulate Bessie.

Oberon originally thought that he would become the first army commander of Andalos, but he did not expect that this man who was younger than him, low-key and calm, or even unknown, would walk in front of him.

"Without talent and virtue, I am ashamed of it."

There was no turbulence in the eyes of the knight wearing the metal mask.

However, he still stood up. Because of the change in his body, the act of standing up still seemed a little awkward, and then he bowed slightly.

"Thank you Your Majesty for your trust."