A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

When he heard about this incident, Renly was running to his history class, but a "blow in the head" suddenly struck him.

"Robert asked Stannis to go to King's Landing, why should I follow him?" In the bachelor's room, the boy across the small table protested.

He was still thinking about trying to steal the dagger from the short Gladlander when he returned, but if he went to King's Landing now, he might not be able to see him again.

"I think there must be a reason for this." The morning sunlight shines in through the narrow window embedded in the rock wall on the side, covering half of the old man's smiling face. Although it is densely wrinkled, it seems to be full of life. , but the face covered by the shadow on the other side looks very old.

"Perhaps Robert misses his dear little brother."

But pull it down.

Renly curled his lips upon hearing this.

When he was less than a year old, his parents in this life died in a shipwreck. The old bachelor and a recently deceased uncle were responsible for taking care of the three brothers, but after all, they were not as good as their biological parents.

And although they are biological brothers, the age difference between him, Robert and Stannis is more than ten years, and the generation gap is huge. They are not of the same generation at all.

At the same time, the former ran away to the valley early to become an adopted son and rarely came back, while the latter had a stinking face all day long, as if everyone owed him money.

In this case, although there is a sense of intimacy when meeting, the three brothers actually do not have much family ties at all.

"Can I not go? I feel a little pain in my stomach. I seem to be sick." He tried a roundabout way to solve the problem.

"It doesn't matter." The old man said calmly: "There are still three days before departure. My child, I will find a way to cure your illness."

"Would it slow me down if I followed them?" Renly frowned and pretended to be worried: "If Robert calls Stannis for something urgent, wouldn't that delay him?"

"Don't worry about this," the old man waved his hand: "It's not that urgent."

"I can't ride a horse, how can I get there?"

"Of course there is a carriage."

Renly felt that he was a little short of words. After sighing, he changed the subject and asked: "Then will you come with us? Master Cressen?"

"I serve this castle, son." The old man shook his head: "I will assist Sir Lomas in managing this castle, and then wait for you to come back."

Ser Lomas is Fat Alyn's great-uncle, his full name is Lomas Ismond, and now it seems that he has been appointed as the acting lord of Storm's End Castle.

"My child, King's Landing is not that scary. You are already an adult and you have to go out and see the world."

The words sounded like coaxing to a child, and Renly rolled his eyes at the words.

"Okay, leaving in three days?"

"Yes, after the main force is ready."

Nodding, Renly stopped asking this question and started asking about today's lesson.

The old man replied: "Today we are talking about the Conquest of Dorne. This book was written by Daeron I, the eighth king of the Targaryen Dynasty who sat on the Iron Throne. He was also known as Daeron the Young Dragon King. At the age of 14..."

…

"Are you really leaving, Renly?" Fat Alyn ran up at the end of the lesson, and with him was Beric Dondarrion.

"We agreed to go to Ismon Island, and I told my uncle that I would prepare the biggest turtle stew for you."

"Wait until I come back," Renly replied looking at him. A leather-bound parchment was held in his armpit. This was the "homework" he needed to read in the recent period.

"Then when will you come back?" Pang Dun asked while jumping up the stairs.

"I don't know." Renly sighed beside him: "Tell me, I don't want to go yet."

"I'm leaving too." The thin bamboo pole Berry on the side nodded and said: "Go back to Black Harbor. The war is over. My knights will come to pick me up."

Many knights of the Dondarrion family had followed Robert to participate in the war, so he and two guards were left behind at Storm's End.

Fatty's mood became even lower when he heard this, "You've all left, so I'll leave too. There's nothing interesting about Storm's End."

"Did your father ask you to go back?" Shouzhugan asked strangely.

"Why do I need my father to call me before I can go back?"

"How else are you going to come back? Are you going to turn into a turtle and swim back?"

Seeing that the conversation was a bit dangerous, Renly interrupted them appropriately: "Aren't your uncle and cousin still here?"

"I hate my cousin. He always slaps me on the back of the head."

Fatty frowned his round eyebrows, "Don't he know that slapping a child on the head will make the child stupid? I suspect that's what he planned to do, so that he could make me a fool and then usurp my inheritance. You know Yes, his succession is lower than mine.”

Children naturally have their own troubles, but Pangdun didn't say much about this kind of housework problem. Instead, he looked at the thin bamboo pole and squinted his eyes.

"Berry, how about I give you a new nickname?"

"Forget it, don't even think about insulting my name again." The other party stared at him warily.

"Kid Flash!"

Fatty thought to himself: "I've been thinking about this name for a long time. How do you feel about it?"

"I feel a little weird."

"What about Master Lightning?"

"not good!"

"Aren't you going to call me Lightning King?"

"Then what's your name, Turtle King?"

"I think The Turtle Prince of Ismon Island sounds better."

"The Turtle Prince who doesn't wipe his ass?"

…

Children's emotions come and go as they please. The sadness of parting made them depressed at first, but it soon dissipated, and they didn't think it was a big deal.

From the tower to the courtyard, from the courtyard to the godswood, although Renly didn't like the two little guys' games, he felt reluctant to leave when he really had to leave. For a year, they basically met every day and were inseparable.

After trying to dig out a sparrow's nest in the dense godswood without success, they sat under the oak tree and talked about their future plans.

The thin bamboo Dondarrion hoped to become a great knight, and the fat Alyn thought that as long as he could inherit his own island of Ethmond safely, it would be great. Renly hoped that they could both get what they wanted.

"What about you, Renly, what do you plan to do in the future?" The thin bamboo asked.

"I want to be a traveler." Renly replied while leaning against the shade of the tree. The "Conquest of Dorne" that was originally tucked under his armpit was now used as a cushion by him.

"Go to the north to see the Great Wall, go to Dorne to see the desert, and I am also going to the Free Trade City across the Narrow Sea. I heard that there is a very strange city there. Their people are governed by three big bells every day, getting up, sleeping, working and resting."

Apart from the things brought by Goldfinger, Renly did plan this.

"This is too strange." Skinny Bamboo Pole commented on this, and Fatty asked a more practical question.

"Do you need to take care of peeing?"

"I'm curious too."

"Then when you know it, you must come back and tell me."

"No problem."

"Don't forget, I always feel that your memory is not very good."

...

No matter how people feel, time always runs at its fixed frequency, neither fast nor slow, but no one can resist it.

Three days passed in a flash.

After bidding farewell to his two friends and the familiar people in the castle, on a gloomy morning on the third day, Renly got into a carriage and officially set off for King's Landing, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms.

Thank you to Jifenguai for the 500 reward, and thank you to Taiwuzhenren for the 100 reward~