Suddenly, he heard a calm voice coming from very close behind him, and the High Sparrow, who was turning over the soil in the vegetable garden with a hoe, was slightly startled.
Although he is old, he is not deaf yet. If someone comes behind him, he should be able to hear it, but
The grey-haired old man, who was wearing a khaki coarse cloth with his trousers and cuffs rolled up and his body covered with dirt, put down the hoe in his hand and turned around.
Behind him stood a young man with silver-blond hair. His face was calm and his appearance was unusually handsome. He was wearing a black velvet brocade robe with gold threads, a belt inlaid with emeralds, and a metal ring on his chest.
The dragon head medal reflects slightly in the sun.
The silver-haired young man did not know when he appeared behind the High Sparrow, looking at him calmly. When the High Sparrow saw the appearance of the person, his pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had seen a ghost, and his eyes were full of horror.
"you are"
The moment he saw Viserys, he seemed to have guessed his true identity, but he couldn't figure out how the other party came to the door.
Since the High Sparrow became a devout monk, he has devoted himself wholeheartedly to the Church of the Seven Gods. He regards serving the gods as his own duty and rarely has such violent mood swings again.
However, the sudden appearance of Viserys behind him still made the High Sparrow panic, even more violently than when he knew that the Royal Council had decided to use a knife to clear out the sparrows in the city.
The High Sparrow was an old man, and he guessed Viserys's identity the moment he saw him. Although he couldn't figure out how he got here, he was silent for a moment, and then he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"The most distinguished guest from the Seven Kingdoms suddenly came to visit, which really caught the old man off guard."
Viserys suddenly appeared behind him, and the High Sparrow knew there was no way to escape, so he simply gave up resistance.
"There is a hut over there. Your Majesty, you might as well take a rest and let's have a good talk."
The High Sparrow is now hiding in the manor outside King's Landing because he has no way to leave King's Landing. There are not so many sparrows outside King's Landing who are willing to heed his call to boycott the Iron Throne.
Everyone has land, they are very busy, and most of the land owners are knights and soldiers of the Targaryen family. The land that was just collectively given not long ago will probably be moved back if the High Sparrow goes there to preach.
"Rather than my sudden appearance, I am more surprised that the High Sparrow, who claims to represent the people and serve the common people, actually owns such a vast manor outside the city."
After Viserys sat down in the hut in the manor, he looked around and then returned to the High Sparrow and said.
The High Sparrow's wrinkled cheeks relaxed slightly after hearing Viserys's words. He made a cup of hot tea for the king, and then shook his head.
"Your Majesty does not know something. I am willing to swear to the gods that I have no selfish motives."
"I only took over this manor to better serve the gods and the poor, Your Majesty."
The old man with gray hair, wearing khaki coarse cloth clothes, spoke in a hoarse voice.
"If I am unwilling to take over the manor, they will not be relieved."
"We humble mud-legged people are the ordinary majority."
"them?"
The silver-haired young man was sitting in the small room of the manor. He did not drink the hot tea that the High Sparrow brewed for him, but asked questions with great interest.
But the High Sparrow just shook his head, he was unwilling to reveal the forces and nobles in King's Landing that supported them.
"Perhaps I can believe that you really have no selfish motives for taking over this manor."
The High Sparrow was unwilling to confess, and Viserys didn't force him, because just because he didn't tell, it didn't mean he couldn't find out. It was just a matter of time.
After all, the new dynasty must be built on the corpse of the old dynasty, and Viserys has also touched the interests of too many people. It is natural that some people still want to cause trouble even after surrendering on the surface.
However, they can make some small moves, but no one can escape when the final reckoning comes. Viserys will have people pick them out one by one.
But Viserys' words of approval made the High Sparrow slightly stunned. He thought that for a high-minded person like Viserys, he would never understand that someone would wholeheartedly serve others and his own beliefs.
"Do you want to believe what I say?"
The gray-haired old man asked with deep suspicion.
"Everyone in the world must pursue a purpose when doing things."
"The purpose you mentioned is also one of them. There is nothing incomprehensible about someone being willing to pursue spiritual satisfaction."
"If everyone in the world only loves money and beautiful women, wouldn't that world be too monotonous?"
Viserys was wearing a black velvet brocade robe. He crossed his legs and sat on a chair. The hot tea in front of him was emitting white smoke, and he spoke in a calm voice.
He noticed that a dozen sparrows holding swords were gradually approaching outside the hut, but he did not feel any panic.
Viserys's words made the High Sparrow, who was proficient in debate and excellent in eloquence, hesitate a little, and suddenly he didn't know how to speak.
Could it be that all these things he did were just for his own spiritual satisfaction?
"Your Majesty, I wonder what you think of the gods?"
The High Sparrow was briefly confused, but the believers he called suddenly made a decision for him.
"He is the tyrant!"
"kill him!"
"Overthrow the Targaryens!"
A group of tattered sparrows suddenly rushed in from the door, waving their swords and trying to seize this opportunity to kill Viserys.
The High Sparrow was no better than Viserys. He was just a mortal with a relatively high level of ideological awareness. He had not noticed that these people had approached the area around the hut, and attacked the king brazenly. He was frightened and angry at the same time.
"stop!"
"stop!"
Viserys once fought against the Night King alone. How could this be killed by ordinary people?
If you want to deal with him, you must take a long-term approach. The High Sparrow originally wanted to convince people with reason and convince the kings of the Seven Kingdoms to accept his ideas.
But now it was too late for him to stop it.
Phew~
Viserys sat where he was, and the black mist suddenly released from behind him and turned into two big hands, pinching the two mobs rushing at the front, and then lifted them high.
The big hands formed by the black mist pinched the two people, causing them to howl in pain. The black mist also had the power to absorb souls and lives, instantly turning the two people into fly ash.
"court death."
The silver-haired young man's lavender eyes flickered slightly, and then he looked at the other people. The remaining mob members were stunned for a moment when they saw the scene just now, and they didn't realize what happened.
However, at this moment, one of the thugs suddenly seemed to go crazy. He swung the ax in his hand and pointed it at his companion, and chopped off the other person's head with the axe.
The other sparrows around suddenly began to attack each other.
"Sanderson!"
"What are you doing?"
Seeing the scene in front of him, the High Sparrow was immediately frightened and angry. He didn't know what happened, why these devout believers suddenly started killing each other.