In the Starry Church in the old town, in the black stone hall with a height of more than ten meters, facing the believers who made impassioned speeches on the stage, they sat under the stage and listened to the mixed emotions in the hearts of the seventy-seven archbishops.
There were those who were looking forward to it, those who were envious, those who were supportive and those who were opposed, and some who were worried that another war would break out, especially Earl Leyton Hightower who was participating in the audience.
The person on the stage is tall and wearing a simple gray cloth robe and belt. His face is thin and full of wrinkles, his gray hair and his eyes are cold. "When I whip myself, that is when I feel closest to the gods, but I am the deepest."
His sins are far less dark than this man’s.”
"Yes!" A burst of fanatical and long-lasting cheers resounded through the Starry Cathedral, and the archbishops waved their hands to stop it for a while before it became quiet.
There were not only seventy-seven archbishops and Earl Hightower in the hall, but also a large number of believers who came to support him.
The Heavenly Father represents judgment, and people pray to him so that justice can be done. Old Earl Hightower listened to him finish boasting about himself. His outfit matched his persuasive words, and the seven-colored stained glass window from the top of the church
With the colorful light shining in, these crazy believers really thought he was the heavenly father among the seven gods descending to earth.
Wearing the simplest clothes and eating the most ordinary meals, he gave up his name and never told his origins, calling himself only the High Sparrow. In less than three years, he had a large number of civilian believers with his personal charm, and these believers usually went their own way.
Life, as long as he gives an order, can be like today, with thousands of people crowded into the Starry Cathedral.
Does he really have devout beliefs or is he pretending to be mysterious for other purposes?
Old Earl Hightower sat in the audience with a solemn expression, like a devout believer, but in fact he had been thinking in his heart. A few days ago, he gave Witte all the known information about the High Sparrow, including that he changed his crotch every three days.
There are cloths.
Originally, the Hightower family and the Baratheon family were relatively harmonious. The eldest daughter, Moroya, learned magic from Witte, and turned from a despised "mad girl" into a famous magician. Now she is considered successful. I heard that she is...
After getting involved with Master Qyburn, his youngest son Gunthor also followed Werther on the Stepstone Islands and held an important position.
But during the Dorne War, he instigated subordinate vassals to participate in Dorne's grain smuggling. This incident made the relationship between the two families colder. The trade volume between Tyrosh and the Hightower family has been declining. He
The northern part of the land was also making small moves against Prime Minister Rowan's family. After the death of King Robert, the old Earl Hightower felt that it was necessary to ease the conflict between the two families, so he sold the High Sparrow to a favor.
Of course, the old Earl Hightower did not forget to omit in the information he gave out the fact that he had funded the High Sparrow heavily, otherwise the High Sparrow would not have had so much food and cloth to give away to win over people's hearts. Now the High Sparrow does
Things are getting more and more dangerous, and it's time to cut ties with him. As for the other nobles who supported him, the old Earl Hightower, he has no intention of taking care of it.
"How come those great nobles are so rich and we are so poor?" the High Sparrow asked the crowd standing on the stage.
"Ahem!" The old Earl Hightower's stubborn illness broke out again, and the attendant who followed him quickly took out a bottle of healing potion.
The High Sparrow immediately woke up. He was indeed a little too excited when he was speaking in the most sacred church of the Seven Gods. He started to change the topic: "Under the gaze of the Seven Gods, people should live a happy life if they follow their faith. If someone betrays
If you believe, then the gods will punish you! And the punishment of the Seven Gods has arrived!"
"What?" There was a lot of discussion in the hall.
The High Sparrow raised his hands and pointed at the seven-pointed star emblem on the top of the hall, and loudly said with a pious face: "The demon-looking vampires raging in the Seven Kingdoms now are the punishments imposed by the Stranger representing Death after being judged by the Heavenly Father!
"
"What? We haven't done anything bad?" The hall began to commotion again.
"Robert opened a technical academy in King's Landing. He regarded the doctrine as nothing and bastards were everywhere! Stannis even dared to openly defy the doctrine and opened a gambling place directly next to the technical academy! The followers of the Seven Gods and I tried our best to stop it in King's Landing.
, but were thrown outside the city by their accomplices. Seeing that we were gone, Renly also started selling poison, and how many people died because of the poison he sold!"
"Yes, the whole country knows these things."
"You're right."
Cough~~Pfft! Old Hightower in the audience suddenly coughed and vomited blood, and the blood even sprayed on the white robe of the archbishop next to him. Oh!
"I~~" Old Hightower gasped and was speechless. He looked like he was about to die. The attendants hurriedly carried him out of the church.
After exiting the side door of the church and turning the corner, Old Hightower, who was weak on the attendant's back, suddenly straightened up, took out a silk handkerchief from his arms and bit it in his mouth. The tongue he had just bitten was still very painful: "Hurry up and inform me.
My son, Ser Baelor Hightower, let him burn all the accounts he has with the Cult of the Seven!"
"My lord, are they all the accounts?" The attendant was naturally a trusted confidant, a young man from the Hightower branch. He had seen those mountains of account books.
"The High Sparrow wants to use the Seven Gods to fight against the Baratheon family. Our family must not have the slightest connection! Those accounts cannot be separated for ten and a half months! Let Baelor cause an accidental fire, and everything can be burned.
Burn it!" Old Hightower now extremely regrets having funded that lunatic.
"Especially Veit Baratheon! In his Tyrosh, there are all the technical institutes, casinos, and poison shops! It is also full of all kinds of heretics! He has violated all the precepts of the Seven Gods, and it is simply the anger of both humans and gods!"
The High Sparrow looked at the excited believers and continued to speak:
"They hold a high position of power, so the Seven Gods have sent down the most severe punishment on vampires! Baratheon must accept the punishment of the gods! Only by clearing away their sins can Westeros be saved!"
There were seventy-seven archbishops, eleven representing each of the seven gods. A female bishop with the Virgin embroidered on her robes walked onto the stage and came to the High Sparrow.
After whispering a few words, the High Sparrow pulled her aside, pointed at her and shouted:
"I don't represent any nobles, I don't represent any common people, I only represent the Seven Gods! As long as those who believe in the Seven Gods in the Seven Kingdoms are our backing! It's okay to burn me to death, but does he dare to burn everyone in the Seven Kingdoms?
And you are an accomplice of sin!"
"Burn her to death!" Thousands of believers blushed and shouted in unison at the top of their lungs.
At this time, the archbishops were unable to stop her and could only watch the female bishop being dragged away by the believers who rushed to the stage.
"Our ancestors have lived on this land for generations, and we must not let sin spread, otherwise the country will not be a country!" The High Sparrow did not lose his mind: "Baratheon must be judged by the Seven Gods! We will walk from Old Town to King's Landing.
To show our determination, more people will join us along the way! The seven gods above will surely hear our appeal!
"For the Seven Gods!"
"He's crazy, he's crazy!" The bishops, sensing that something was wrong, took advantage of the chaos and ran away.
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"The king and the nobles have to dance to the chirping high sparrow? What's the point of this!" the little girl Missandei was very angry.
"I also think there's more to it than that. Daenerys, do you have any relatives living abroad?" Werther asked.
Daenerys, who was sitting in a wheelchair, thought for a while and shook her head.
Werther also guessed that she didn't know that the education she received since she was a child was carefully selected.
"Oh! My love, I can never lose you!"
"Yes, dear, your daughter and I think so too."
A new play is being performed on the stage of the Opera House, telling the love story of two magicians and several tavern dancers. With exquisite scene decoration, gorgeous and realistic costumes, the actors took turns on stage to give superb performances, turning a
The complex hexagonal love story is heart-stirring.
In the luxurious private room belonging to Werther, Daenerys, Nymeria and Kona burst into tears. Missandei didn't understand much about love, but she only felt that their singing voices were beautiful, and Te
Renee's legs were placed on Werther's knees, enjoying the massage.
"Daenerys is going to die, and you still bring her to see these things?" Tyene said, lying on the sofa with her eyes closed.
Witte: "She has too many regrets. In such a short period of time, I can only try to let her see something she has never seen before."
"The healing magic is useless, then take her to the magic school and I will prepare some potion for her." Tyene tilted her head and looked at Daenerys' fair neck.
Bang! "Ouch!"
Werther patted Trine's calf and made her shrink back: "I know what you want to do. Vampires are definitely taboo."
"Try it," Triene said with a pout, and put her leg through Werther's lapel to scratch it.
"Last time, when I heard that the pirate was going to be sent to you, he hit the wall and committed suicide before the guards came to arrest him!" In the past six months, the army has expanded the patrol area, and there are not many prisoners in Tyrosh, so Witte is a little reluctant to let him go.
"Try it." Tyene's legs began to stir.
"Okay, okay, I will approve another bandit to do experiments on you. Daenerys, don't even think about it. After you finish all those experiments, which one of you will not be missing an arm or a leg? I promised Daenerys to leave her some money."
A complete corpse." Veit pinched Tyene's feet that were hidden in her clothes.
Hearing Werther's agreement, Triene held up her hands, stood on the sofa and came over to hug Werter tightly: "Vampire! I will drill a hole in his neck first and put a small steel tube in. Record the needs
The amount of blood, cut off a small piece of meat every day and carefully observe the changes in the body, next..."
Triene began to talk endlessly about the experimental steps she had prepared. Vert saw her serious look and did not interrupt. He also began to help her analyze various possibilities, perhaps finding a way to restore her from a vampire to a human.
Witte had long ago authorized Nymeria and Tyene to deal with the prisoners held in the castle. She insisted on getting Witte to agree because she wanted Witte to help with research.
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Daenerys's body is getting weaker and weaker. In the past few days, Werther and others have accompanied her around the city of Tyrosh.
The midday sun stung people's skin. It was lunch break here on the Stone Steps Islands, and there were almost no people on the streets.
On the lighthouse on the top of the castle, Daenerys sat on a low wall overlooking the city of Tyrosh, with Werther protecting her from falling. Both of them were not afraid of the sun.
"White buildings, green trees, clean and tidy streets, full of laughing pedestrians, this is the most ideal place in my mind." Vert dragged a small notebook, and Daenerys took a pen and wrote it out slowly.
Vittor nodded. She had written this several times: "Don't you care about your children?"
"He is no longer human, help me kill him." Witte saw the heartless words she wrote and squatted next to her, seeing her face covered with tears.
"I will." Werther raised his arm and gently wiped the tears on her face.
"Music box." Daenerys wrote slower and slower.
"Here." Werther took out the music box he had given her, wound it up and placed it on the wall. Soon, a burst of melodious music started playing.
"I never asked, what is the music?"
Witte smiled: "It's the song I wrote back then, The Song of the Dragonborn."
Accompanied by the sound of music, Daenerys leaned her head against the wall, turned her head and stared at Werther for a while, then finished writing in the small notebook and put the notebook in front of Werther.
"What if it was you and I who got married." Werther read it out for her. After thinking about it for a while, Werther replied: "This may not be possible. People who win the war will object, and people who lose the war will also object."
Daenerys lowered her head with a lonely look, raised her hand with difficulty, and pulled Werther's hand to her abdomen.
Werther: "What do you want from me?"
Daenerys pointed to the buttons at the waist of the skirt, and Werther unbuttoned two of them for her. Daenerys took Werther's arm and let Werther put his hands into the skirt.
There is still a vertical scar on her abdomen below the navel, which was intentionally left after Werther stabbed it through with the bloody Scar blade. Werther's hand happened to be pressed on the scar.
"The Song of the Dragonborn." Daenerys wrote a few more words.
Now Werther found a comfortable position and could only hold her in his arms, rubbing the scar on her abdomen with his hands and singing.
Ourhro, Ourhro,
Claimsawarrior''shart.
ItllyouItllyou,
ThDragonborns.
Along with Werther's singing, Daenerys shrank into Werther's arms. The harsh sunshine on the two of them only felt warm, and she closed her eyes comfortably.
Hearing the singing, Nymeria, Tyene and Kona also came to the tower. Seeing Witte's appearance, the three of them silently stood aside silently without speaking.
DovahkiinDovahkiin剱
Naalokzinlosvahriin
Before the first song was sung, Daenerys's breathing gradually weakened in Werther's arms until it stopped, her heart stopped beating, and her face was covered with tears.
Werther picked up Daenerys and walked slowly towards the steps.
Nymeria saw the small book left on the ground, which was filled with words written by Daenerys during this period. After reading it, she wiped away her tears, walked to Werther and put the small book in
In Werther's pocket: "Keep it in the cabinet, these words also belong to her."