Chapter 193

The Egyptian calendar is 291, and a new year has come.

There was a heavy snow.

In this vast white world, a team of cavalry dressed in heavy armor and animal skin appeared on the avenue.

The horse's hooves stepped over the deep snow and slowly walked to the magnificent city that appeared on the horizon in the distance.

"Your Majesty."

In the wind and snow flying all over the sky, a guard who followed wesselis put up a shed to block the falling snowflakes, narrowed his eyes, tried to penetrate the vast white world, looked at the looming huge city in the distance, and then turned his head to breathe out white air.

"Pantos is coming."

Wesselis rode on a white horse, wearing thick deerskin gloves, clutching the reins, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked into the distance, and snowflakes fell on his long eyelashes.

"Yes."

Then he pressed the saddle and turned around.

"Let's work harder. When we get to pantos, I promise we'll have both wine and beauty."

"Ha ha."

Wesselis's voice fell, and the soldiers in the team smiled, and the fatigue and cold seemed to be swept away.

Of course they knew wesselis was joking.

However, such a "grounded" young king made them feel more real and supportive.

He is like a scorching sun. His personal charm is too dazzling, so that everyone can't help but actively unite beside him, whether andar or loina.

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

Kings can love their people like children and sympathize with soldiers, and why should those nobles whose territory is not as big as a village raise their heads to the sky?

Wesselis played a good leading role, and the big and small nobles under his hands did not dare to be domineering.

At least among the nobles around andalos, if anyone dares to be a disaster, I'm afraid he doesn't need the people to complain under the castle, his monarch will hurriedly send him to the gallows for fear of being implicated.

Therefore, wesselis has a high reputation among the people and is portrayed as a perfect image in rumors.

Coupled with the role of the Ministry of the interior, almost any news spread in andalos and would appear on wesselis's desk the next day.

Then a long cavalry protected their king and ran slowly to the north gate of pantos.

The guards of the north gate of pantos were not frightened by the knights with bright helmets and bright blades stained with snow this time and made a joke.

Because they had already received the news, they emptied the gate and waited for wesselis.

But

The problem that the pantos guard has rotted from its roots has not been solved.

Wesselis rode on the war horse. The white horse made a slight noise and sprayed white fog.

The pantos guards standing below were crooked, their helmets were crooked, yawning and wearing a pair of black circles. It seemed that they hadn't slept well yesterday.

"Your Majesty."

"The governor wanted to welcome you, but the wind and snow were too heavy..."

The City Gate Guard officer was a fat man with a greasy face, but he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and explained nervously.

In such weather, everyone else shivers with cold, but his fat plays an important role at this time.

The city of pantos is also heavily snowed. Last night, a heavy snow directly crushed several houses and markets, resulting in the death of some civilians.

Illyrio wanted to meet wesselis, but on the way, because of the heavy snow, the wheels of the carriage were difficult to travel, so it was a little blocked, so it was a little late.

"It's all right. We can wait for Lord illyrio."

However, wesselis waved his hand and didn't care if anyone greeted him. The wind and snow on his head were still falling, and his mouth exhaled white air.

His eyes returned from the white bustling city scene in the distance and fell on the gate guard under his horse and the pantos guards around him.

His eyes narrowed and showed a smile.

"By the way."

Then wesselis patted the saddle gently, turned down from the horse's back and stepped on the snow.

"Your Majesty."

A thin pantos guard, who was very perceptive, quickly took the reins from weseris.

"Uh..."

And the portly city gate guard didn't know what wesselis wanted to talk to him.

After just two steps, he was panting, constantly exhaled white gas, and sweat flowed down his forehead. It can be seen that his body has been weak to what extent.

This kind of body bone, let alone in the army, is inferior to even a peasant boy.

However, he became the Guard officer of a city gate in pantos, and his position was important.

Wesselis was a little curious. Then he sorted out his deer skin gloves and knocked off the snow. Then he turned his head and asked.

"Have a chat. Don't be nervous."

"How about it? It's a good job to be a city guard in a rich city-state like pantos?"

"Uh..."

The City Gate Guard officer chatted with wesselis alone and looked a little nervous.

Especially when being watched by those lavender eyes, this sense of tension is even more aggravated.

"Uh... Okay, okay."

"Is to open the gate every day, collect a 'toll', and then... Er..."

As the guard of pantos gate, this is a fat job, especially in such an important position as the gate guard officer.

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

I don't know how many caravans there are in this gate every day. If any contraband is found, these gate guards have the right to confiscate or detain the caravan carriages.

Of course, if knowledgeable people take the initiative to pay a "toll", they don't mind letting them in.

Therefore, the garrison of pantos is now highly corrupt, even comparable to the golden robes of King's landing.

However, the governors of pantos did not intend to replace the commander-in-chief of the current garrison, because this was a result of mutual compromise, and the next commander-in-chief might be worse.

The City Gate Guard officer knew he had slipped his tongue, and his face became more nervous. He hurriedly covered his mouth. Then wesselis didn't say a word when he asked again.

However, wesselis didn't care about it, just smiled.

From the last time he came to pantos to this time, he can probably feel what the only "regular army" of the city-state has become.

And at this time.

Governor elilio of pantos, who was in a traffic jam because of the snow in the morning, finally arrived in a carriage.

The fat middle-aged man climbed down from the carriage panting, then came to wesselis and took his hand.

"I'm sorry, your majesty."

"The snow was too heavy yesterday. I didn't come in time."