Game of Thrones: Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The Aegon calendar is 291 years, and the new year has arrived.

There was a heavy snowfall.

In this white world, a group of cavalry dressed in heavy armor and covered in animal skins appeared on the main road.

The horseshoe stepped through the deep snow, and slowly walked towards the magnificent giant city that appeared on the horizon in the distance.

"His Majesty."

Amidst the flying snow and wind, a guard following Veselis set up a pergola to block the falling snowflakes, squinted his eyes and worked hard to penetrate this white world, looking at the giant city looming in the distance. , And then turned his head to exhale white breath.

"Pantos is coming soon."

While Viselis was riding a white horse wearing thick deerskin gloves on his hands, holding the reins tightly, squinting his eyes slightly and looking into the distance, with snowflakes falling on his long eyelashes.

"Um."

Then he pressed the saddle and turned his head.

"Everyone, work harder. When I get to Pantos, I promise that there will be good wine and beauties."

"Ha ha."

The soldiers in the team all smiled, and the fatigue and cold seemed to be swept away.

Of course they knew that Viselis was joking.

However, such a "down-to-earth" young king made them feel real and supported even more.

He is like a round of scorching sun. Personal charm is too dazzling, causing everyone to actively unite beside him, whether it is an Andal or a Loyna.

And he didn't even look down on people like those nobles, and even regarded their mud legs as pigs and dogs.

The king can love the people like a child and sympathize with the soldiers, but why do the nobles whose territories are not as big as the villages put their heads up to the sky?

Viserys played a good lead, and the nobles and nobles under his hands also did not dare to be domineering.

At least among the nobles in this area around Andalus, if anyone dared to do harm, he might not need the people to come to the castle to complain, his lord would hurriedly send him to the gallows for fear of being implicated.

Therefore, Veserys has a high prestige among the people, and has been portrayed as a perfect image in rumors.

Coupled with the role of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, almost any news circulated in Andalus, and it would appear on Viselis' desk the next day.

Then a long cavalry team protected their king and slowly rushed towards the northern gate of Pantos.

And the guards at the northern gate of Pantos were not scared this time by the knights with bright armor and bright blades stained with snow, and they made a joke.

Because they had already received the news, they emptied the city gate and waited to greet Viselis.

but…

The problem that the Pantos guards had rotted from the roots was still unresolved.

Viserys was riding on the horse, and the white horse snorted slightly and sprayed out white mist.

The Pantos guard standing below was crooked, his helmet was crooked, and he was constantly yawning, with a pair of dark circles under his eyes. It seemed that he hadn't slept well yesterday.

"His Majesty."

"The Governor originally wanted to welcome you, but the wind and snow are too big..."

The city gate guard was a big fat man with a greasy face, but he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and explained nervously.

Everyone shivered with cold in this weather, but his fat played an important role at this time.

The city of Pantos is also heavily snowed now. A heavy snow last night directly crushed several houses and the market, causing the deaths of some civilians.

Illyrio originally wanted to meet Viselis, but on the way it was difficult for the wheels of the carriage to move because of the heavy snow, and there was a bit of traffic jam, so he was a little late.

"It's okay, we can wait for Master Illiou."

However, Veserys waved his hand and didn't care if anyone greeted him, the wind and snow above his head were still falling, and he exhaled white breath.

His gaze returned from the white and bustling city scene in the distance, and fell on the guard of the city gate under the horse and the surrounding Pantos guards.

His eyes narrowed, and a smile appeared.

"Talk to me by the way."

Then Veserys patted the saddle and turned over from the horse, stepping on the snow.

"His Majesty."

There was a lean Pantos guard who had vision and hurriedly took the rein from Viserys.

"Uh…"

And the potbellied city gate guard didn't know what Visiris wanted to talk to him.

After two steps, he was panting, and he kept exhaling white breath, and sweat was still flowing down his forehead, showing how weak his body was.

Not to mention that this kind of body is in the army, even a peasant boy is not as good.

However, he became a guard at a gate of Pantos, and his position was important.

Veserys was a little curious, then tidyed up the deerskin gloves on his hand to knock out the snow, then turned his head to ask.

"Just chat, don't be nervous."

"How is it? Being a city guard in a rich city-state like Pantos is a good job, isn't it?"

"Uh..."

And this city gate guard was chatting with Veserys alone, and there was still some nervousness.

Especially when he was stared at by those lavender eyes, the feeling of tension became even heavier.

"Uh... okay, okay."

"Just open the city gate every day, collect the'tolls', and then... uh..."

As a guard who guards the gates of Pantos, this is a fat man, especially in such an important position as a guard at the gates.

His uncle was a wealthy merchant governor of Pantos, so he spent a lot of money to arrange him in such an important position.

This city gate comes and goes every day. I don’t know how many caravans there are. If any contraband is found, these city gate guards have the right to confiscate or seize the caravans of these caravans.

Of course, if people with knowledge take the initiative to pay a little ‘toll toll’, they don’t mind letting them in.

Therefore, Pantos's defense team is now highly sophisticated, even comparable to the golden robe of King's Landing.

However, the Governors of Pantos do not intend to replace the current commander-in-chief of the garrison ~www.novelmt.com~ because this is a result of mutual compromise, and the next commander-in-chief may be worse.

And the city gate guard knew that he had leaked his mouth, his face became even more nervous, and he quickly covered his mouth. Then Viselis asked nothing more.

However, Veseris didn't care about it, just smiled slightly.

From the last time he came to Pantos to this time, he could probably also figure out what the only ‘regular army’ in this city-state has become.

And at this moment.

Governor Pantos Illio, who was stuck in a traffic jam because of the snow in the morning, finally arrived in a carriage.

The obese middle-aged man got out of the carriage panting, then came to Visiris's side and took his hand.

"Sorry, Your Majesty."

"Yesterday's snow was too big, I didn't rush over in time."