Chapter 193 Departure

The days that followed went by in a flash.

A new year is coming.

Andalus also had a celebration of the new year, while Pentos had a bigger feast.

And emphatically invited the Young Dragon Lord, the King of the Seven Kingdoms, the Son of the Sun, the Apostle of the Seven Gods, the guardian of Andalus, etc., who are exiled in Essos and have a claim to the Iron Throne. This long list is almost covered with the title of the invitation. .

Pantos very solemnly invited Viserys to Pantos to attend the event, and Viserys did not refuse.

Then, just a month before the new year when he turned sixteen, he was still the same as last time, bringing more than 100 knights and corresponding entourages such as archers, trumpeters, farriers, etc., about 200 A whole cavalry of men set off for Pantos.

This time Viserys did not rush to Pantos with thousands of people with great momentum, because his army had already arrived at Gor Dohe one step ahead of schedule, ready to start the construction of Heroic Soul Fort.

The merchants who traveled from Pantos to Norvos, Kohor and even dared to sell their goods to the Dothraki Sea have found such a force with the Targaryen three-headed dragon flag stationed here during this time. .

Therefore, Viserys did not make much fanfare, and just set off from Andalos with more than 200 people to another city-state.

However, there are a few more inconspicuous faces in his guards. The illegitimate son of the Earl of Dreadfort, 'Little Flay' Ramsay Snow, wears a light leather armor, a black hood on his head, and also rides Followed by Viserys with a dark horse.

Today, the underground organization he is in charge of, the "Ministry of Internal Affairs" has expanded from five people to more than twenty subordinates.

When these people did not go out for missions, they roamed the streets of Andalos, taverns, brothels, and even thieves, and among the scattered low-level organizations.

The gray area hidden under the light of the city is where news flows most frequently, closer to the ground floor.

Because Rams used to live with the stinky guy, he was not too dirty, and he could even get along with the rats in the ditch, calling each other brothers, and soon established a territory in the gray area of ​​Andalos.

However, no one knew that this ruthless and even perverted man actually had the whitest identity, and even 'Direct to Heaven' could directly contact the owner of this castle.

This time, I don't know why Viserys went to Pantos to bring Little Skin with him.

And Rams wore a black hood, and it was almost difficult to see his cheeks with his head down, silently following Viserys' side, like a hound waiting for a target.

Viserys sat on horseback and swayed slightly with the footsteps of the horse. A group of cavalry surrounded him, and the long line spread out along the avenue.

The speed of the team is not very fast, like a leisurely outing.

If it weren't for the fact that the weather had suddenly become colder recently, the breath out of the mouth had turned into white fog, and these soldiers should not wear armor and hold their bright spears high, it would be more like going out for a group outing.

"Rams, has the thing that was told to you some time ago been done?"

Viserys, who was swaying leisurely on the horse, turned his head and said.

"Yes, please rest assured."

Ramsay's cheeks were still hidden in the hood, but he raised his head slightly, exhaling white mist from the hood, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"He will meet you at the scheduled place at the scheduled time."

Since taking over such a job, Rams feels that his ability has improved a lot, and he seems to have found a direction that suits his development.

He once took pleasure in abusing people, hoping to prove to others that he was a 'real Bolton' and not a vile bastard through such brutal means.

However, no matter how cruel and maddened Rams was at that time, no one would think that he was a 'real Bolton', but they all stayed away from him and regarded him as a disgusting monster.

Rams was lost for a while, he didn't know how to go in the future.

Maybe he'll never be a 'real Bolton' as long as his older brother lives.

Ramsay found the real answer, but before he could implement his plan, he was sent to the other side of the sea by his father.

Ramsay was grateful that he had won this opportunity at that time, and his king Viserys III Targaryen had given him another right path.

At the beginning, he didn't know how to start, but after he figured out the right way, this road made him infatuated.

He likes the feeling, spying, eavesdropping, knowing all the secrets.

The glamorous jazz on the surface are secretly disgusting beasts, only arching their fat bodies on the belly of women.

And Rams stood quietly outside their window at that time, looking at them calmly with a pair of eyes, just like watching two pigs in the pigsty of the childhood mother's house babbling.

He liked the feeling of mastering all the secrets, and even the idea of ​​being a 'real Bolton' disappeared.

certainly.

It's not that he doesn't want to be a Bolton, it's that he hopes that one day in the future... that old thing can kneel at his feet and beg him to be a Bolton.

scene like that.

It must be interesting.

There was madness on the shadowy face under the hood.

…

Subsequently.

Another few days passed in a blink of an eye.

Viserys' cavalry crossed most of the Andas plains, and came to an important turning point on the land route, one of the two roads leading to Pentos.

From the map, it can be seen that there is a sharp point, which is on the west side of Velvet Mountain.

Viserys plans to start construction of a sentry tower here, and to build a small naval port, mainly to beware of raids by the Royal Fleet across the narrow sea.

At this moment, the action here is faster than that of the Heroic Soul Fort. The main reason is that the resistance here is not very large, and the threat to Pantos is not as direct as the Heroic Soul Fort.

The construction of Soul Fortress is like a sword forced to the throat of Pantos, and the tower of the sentry is at best moved a chair and sits at your doorway watching you day and night.

The two threats are different.

And here.

There was a large ship without any flags that was docked on the coast silently, and it seemed that it had been waiting here for a long time.

An old man with ragged clothes and gray hair stood quietly at the bow of the boat, holding the guardrail in his hand.

Looking into the distance, a cavalry team with a three-headed dragon flag came gradually like a long snake.