Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 197 Report and Golden Eagle

The weather in the Three Rivers Basin is so changeable. When it wakes up in the morning, the sun is still shining brightly, but when the sun sets in the west, it is covered with a layer of haze. The falling rain lines set off the huge Harrenhal, the dark and cracked city walls, and the gloomy light rain. Put together they look like an oil painting.

Attis Arryn sat by the window, staring at the rain through the glass.

On the other side of the castle, soldiers in the valley wore half helmets and slowly pushed the gate of the castle. Family flags with a purple background were floating not far from the castle. Looking carefully at their shapes, they found that they were similar to Runestone City. Like the Royce family, the surrounding edges of the flag are covered with various styles of runes. Only the middle part is different. Royce's family flag is just a pile of black pebbles, but the one that is coming now The flag is in the shape of a white crescent moon protected by a black portcullis.

"Royce family?" A valley soldier guarding the city asked others.

The soldier on the side narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "It should be the flag of the general manager."

The soldiers stopped talking, and there was no need to say the name of the High Steward. When the former Duke Jon Arryn was away from the valley, he left all internal and external affairs to Nestor Royce, the acting lord of the Gates of the Moon, and appointed him to do this. The High Steward of the Vale of Arryn, and the most complicated thing in the valley is not the grudges between the great nobles, but rather the most acute territorial disputes among the landed knights, which often make it difficult for the local nobles to calm down and have to go to the Moon Gate. Fort seeks mediation.

Many wealthy knights were therefore very familiar with Nestor Royce, as were the attendants and followers around them.

Nestor Royce stared at the towering black towers in front of him and the slightly lower but still towering city walls, sniffing uneasily. The legend of the curse of Harrenhal made him shudder a little.

But he still took a deep breath, patted the war horse on his crotch, clamped the horse's belly between his legs, and the war horse immediately walked towards the city.

Inside the castle, the sounds of fighting equipment, the shouts of knights competing, and the shouts of craftsmen building all mixed together and entered Nestor's ears. He couldn't help but frown. These noises made him very uncomfortable.

The untimely voice appeared again, but it was just a human voice, "Lord Nester, it is a pity that we only met once."

Nestor looked up and found that the man who made the noise was also coming from the direction of the city gate and seemed to have just entered the city.

He looked down at the brooch on the other person's chest holding the blue cloak behind him. Above the silver crescent moon, a golden eagle spread its wings and soared.

"Golden Eagle?" Nestor looked at him. He saw a milky white sword, a golden eagle head hilt, and a blue cloak with golden patterns embroidered on it. "Are you from the Arryn family of Seagull Town?"

Evan Aylin nodded slightly, "I am the eldest son of Quinn Aylin, Evan Aylin of the Aylin family."

"Quinn?" Nestor's face suddenly beamed with joy, "Without your father's support, the construction of the road in the Arryn Valley would be as absurd as climbing up the Eyrie City with bare hands!" Previously, because Evan Arryn was too exaggerated The boredom caused by the extravagant clothes immediately dissipated, and Nestor looked at Evan Aylin with more admiration.

"You are exaggerating," Evan Aylin nodded slightly and greeted Nestor, "This is all for the valley to be better able to go out and make profits. This is the obligation of the Aylin family. Even if we are far away in Seagull Town, we still want to Can contribute to the Eagle's Nest City."

Nestor chuckled twice and expressed his approval, "Quinn Arryn has an heir like you. It is really the blessing of the gods." He thought of Alba Royce, who was thousands of miles away, and his eyes showed There was a hint of sadness. Although he and his son had been exchanging letters, they were still far apart, and the feeling of missing him was beyond words.

"Come to the tourney?" Nestor asked.

Evan Aylin nodded, "Such a grand event is held in the name of the Duke, how can you not come to support it?" Nestor smiled happily, and after a few words of greetings, he followed to pick him up. The blue-robed personal guards advanced towards the tower where Duke Attis was.

Night was approaching, and the light rain was still falling. Attis stood up and looked at the people coming and going outside the tower, the craftsmen who were packing up their clothes and returning to the house in the rain, the high platform of the tournament in the distance, the newly expanded stable, the cracked traces. Although the flat city walls only deal with a few of the dense cracks in Harrenhal, they are the most conspicuous ones after all, at least on the surface they are the best.

Ange's light knock sounded in front of the door, "Sir, Master Nestor is here."

Attis glanced at the silk pajamas he had changed into, and responded helplessly: "Let him wait." He knew Nestor's purpose, and the meaning in the letter was very clear. First, it was the tradition of the Valley Knights. , although Nestor is a little old, the knight's enthusiasm for participating in the tourney has never dissipated. This is normal in the valley with a strong knight culture. In history, even the tourney as far away as Starfall City has the largest number of participants. Still from the valley.

The only ones that rival the Vale in this regard are the Knights of Spring, the knights from the Reach.

The second is to report on the finances of the valley that Nestor has been in charge of, including the money collected from the Twins to the Red Comet Eagle and Wolf decisive battle and its incomings and outgoings. Previously, the expenses of the valley were huge, including the construction of the road in the Arryn Valley. It hasn't stopped yet, it can even be said that it has just started. Now it has to draw a lot of golden dragons to prepare for the tournament. On this point, Nestor personally came to him to discuss with him, which is a good reason.

Attis changed his clothes, walked out of the study, and came to a narrow hall on the side of the study. Two simple wooden chairs were placed here. The candle lamp An Gai had prepared in advance was glowing on the wooden table. A shimmering light.

Nestor walked into the room, and a thick stack of yellow book papers was piled on the wooden table. The steward smiled softly, "Duke, let's start with the details."

Dense numbers appeared before Attis's eyes. The Duke of the Valley sighed softly and signaled the energetic Grand Steward to start.

The voices in the room were very clear, and the specific numbers could be heard clearly. Evan Aylin calmly walked to a soft chair with good sound insulation and sat down, thinking silently about how to organize his speech when he saw the Duke later. .

Ange looked at Evan Aylin who was sitting next to him strangely, and he said: "If you need it, Sir, I can report to the Duke."

Evan Aylin shook his head politely. He knew his position. After all, the golden Aylin was different from these great nobles who were rooted in the valley. He was the eye of Duke Attis and only needed to stare at the enemy.

An Gai stopped talking and stood silently, looking ahead.

The monotonous and tedious report was finally over, and Nestor left the room with satisfaction.

Evan Aylin did not let Nestor discover him. He hid in the dark and watched Nestor leave.

"Come in."

The Duke's call calmed him down, and Evan Aylin breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the room.

(End of this chapter)