The group, which had been less than a hundred people, all members of the Poor People's Assembly, had gathered and set out near a castle called the Acorn Hall in the Riverlands.

However, the members of the Poor People's Assembly were in charge of protecting the believers from harm on the way, and they kept encountering travelers on the way to King's Landing, so the procession grew to more than 200 people.

The addition of these people seriously affects the speed of the team, and at the same time makes the whole team chaotic, but it also brings some convenience.

For example, the rickety ox cart underneath him was not actually the belongings of a member of the poor people's assembly, but was provided by an old man who joined in the middle of the process.

The old man's name was Walt, and the young man who drove the ox cart was his son.

They and the lemon possessed by Lan Li are actually not acquaintances, and even they have only met for a short time, but this old man is kind by nature, and he takes good care of the sick "lemon", and even lets him get into the car.

At the same time, he is also very polite to the others around him, even slightly weak.

"The monks often say that we are born sinful." Once, in the midst of a small talk, the old man exclaimed, "Thankfully, the gods have given us hands and feet to atone for our sins." ”

"To the great gods, old Walter." The middle-aged shepherd, who had been hanging from the back of the ox cart, laughed at him when he heard this. "So help, I'm in a bit of a hurry, let's take care of these bleating little guys."

So the old man happily got out of the carriage and went to help, but for a long time he did not see the anxious shepherd return.

Lan Li glanced around and saw that the one who had already run to the front of the line to chat with another guy dressed as a shepherd had gone to fart.

In fact, this is the third time that he has asked the old man to help take care of the sheep and run to the side to be lazy......

Many of the people in the team are religious, but not all of them are good people.

……

From the mouth of the hunchbacked old man next to him, he knew that he was already having a high fever when the team picked up the "lemon" from the side of the road.

Lan Li was therefore sure that no one around him knew him.

This also explains why he is alone in the ox cart, but no one comes to visit.

In addition to chatting with Old Walter for a long time and clichés, Lan Li naturally paid the most attention to the knight who led the team of warriors, but he didn't have much chance to contact the other party.

First, he was too weak to get out of the cart, and he seldom came to the back of the cart.

According to Lan Li's observations over the past two days, every time he camped, the knight of the warrior's son would sit alone by the campfire and pray silently, occasionally staying with the three core members of the Poor Man's Assembly, but it was too far away to know what they were talking about.

In addition to the members of the poor assembly with rudimentary weapons, sheepherds, farmers, merchants, beggars, and women were often seen running around with a few bare-chested children.

This made the surrounding environment chaotic, but it allowed Lan Li, who had a keen sense of hearing, to learn some useful information, and coupled with the intentional or unintentional guidance when chatting with people, he still knew a lot of things.

For example, the knight's name is Lerin, who joined the son of a warrior when he was more than ten years old, and has been a veteran knight for more than forty years.

For example, the Knight of Lerin travels back and forth between Acorn Hall and King's Landing all year round, protecting travelers.

For example, he was originally from the Western Realm, a nobleman, and only joined the church after his family suffered.

This information made Lan Li think, and during a horseback riding tour, Lan Li saw the heraldic patterns drawn on his black burqa and shield outside his armor.

It was a crystal sword that flowed with tears.

The colorful crystal sword that glittered on a black background was the heraldry inherent in the knighthood of the Warrior's Son, and the shedding of tears was something that only Lan Li himself could see.

He had some ideas, but instead of acting immediately, he stayed in the ox cart to recuperate, ready to wait until he regained his mobility.

It seems that every time he enters this kind of dungeon, he will be attached to the target who is facing various dangerous situations, making Lan Li feel passive every time.

However, since awakening, his weakness has gradually diminished, and it seems that the mutated Valyrian bloodline naturally has some resistance to disease.

Even on the third day after waking up, he had largely regained his mobility.

It's just that there is an ox cart to sit on, so why walk down the ground?

So he just pretended that he was not well yet, and others didn't pay much attention to him.

……

As he walked along, he occasionally chatted with Walter or his son, and thought for a long time about how he was going to accomplish those three things.

At the same time, although the changes after eating the dragon egg made him feel uneasy, the impact of the effect made Lan Li have to think about whether he wanted to get a new dragon egg in this era, or something else.

According to historical records, in the latter part of the reign of Aegon the Conqueror, twelve young dragons hatched on Dragonstone......

The path of the team was in a green fertile field, with wild flowers and weeds on both sides, followed by more than a dozen dirty sheep, driven by the whip of the shepherd, bleating on the hard dirt surface in the sun, leaving black excrement every once in a while.

To the right of the Fertile Field, the overlapping mountains are hazy and slowly retreat with the ox carts, and not far to the left there is a river called the Blackwater River, which spreads from the river to King's Landing, and finally crosses King's Landing and flows into the sea, one of the main rivers of Westeros.

As a result, the sound of the river flowing, the cries of the sheep, the footsteps of the people, and the sound of the chatter was always heard, and the smell of the sheep was especially unique when mixed with the smell of the old ox pulling the ox cart.

Lan Li hoped that his illness was a cold, the kind that would cause nasal congestion, but unfortunately it was not.

At this time, he was possessed by a large, blond man with a broad chest and long straight legs, who seemed to be able to look down on everything around him when he stood up.

At least 1.9 meters.

Not to mention anything else for such a tall and big man, wearing knight armor, he has a great advantage in terms of physique alone.

It was useless to think about dragon eggs and the like now, Lan Li was going to wait until King's Landing, for now, he was more concerned about how he could become a knight, or a knight under the command of a warrior's son.

His initial idea was to wait until his body was completely healed before he began to try to contact the son of the warrior who led the team, and then start from the other party, but this decision did not last long, and a very interesting sign in the team attracted Lan Li's attention.

……

"Help, old Walter, let's go over there to pick some wild nettles and make a cup of tea, help me take care of this group of lambs, and when we come back, we will share some tea with you."

The sloppy shepherd, wearing a rag hat and a pockmarked face, came to the door again after a pee, and then, seeing that the old man had no objections, patted him on the shoulder and turned away with a smile.

This is the first time he's slipped away......

Looking at the back of the shepherd in the distance, Lan Li touched his chin, and then looked up at the one who was driving the ox cart, that is, the son of the old man Walter.

"Tommy, do you know this shepherd?"

"We don't know him when he came in on the road." The young man with messy red hair replied, his gray face filled with dissatisfaction.

Obviously, he was already impatient with his pious old father being constantly instructed to come and go.

"Do you know anyone who knows him?" Lan Li asked again

"I don't see anyone else know him except the shepherd who always mingles with him."

"They always talk together, why don't they mix the two flocks together?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell who's who." The young man driving the ox cart said disdainfully: "Look at his scoundrel appearance, if the two flocks of sheep are mixed together, and then they are separated, the fat sheep will be sure to run to him, and some people in our village have done this." ”

Lan Li nodded when he heard this.

This sounds quite reasonable, but a normal farmer, shouldn't he be tight about his own family's baby?

How could you be so comfortable handing over those sheep to someone else? And then you always run to the side and make small talk with others?

Even if Wort's honest relationship is very reassuring......

Thinking of the background of the current era, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, so Lan Li paid special attention to the sloppy sheepherd who looked oily and smooth-toned during the next two days, and found that every time the other party used an excuse to get rid of the sheep, he was only communicating with another sheepherd.

This doesn't seem to be anything special, after all, everyone has a fixed small circle, and it is impossible to know everyone in the team, and it is normal to chat with acquaintances in their respective villages on the way and not take the initiative to contact strangers around them.

It's just that Lan Li always felt that the shepherd was suspicious, and this suspicion reached its peak after he pretended to pee closer, and then overheard something-

They're talking about whether or not to slip away first.