"Holy Mother, are you asleep? Open your eyes and look at this woman. She's vicious and obsessed with power. How did she become a Level Four Great Priestess? "After the dwarf fell to the ground, he did not get up. He only sat on the blanket and howled.
Although his behavior was a little exaggerated, it also represented his true feelings at the moment.
From the dwarf's point of view, Sansa's ability to become a Level One Priestess had already affected the believers' faith. If she were to level up to Level Two or Level Three, it would cause the other honest priests to lose their minds and shatter their worldview. Level Four … Even he felt unbalanced.
He had gone through so many difficulties and obstacles, but he had only just become a Level Four Holy Knight.
Because a priest's soul was sublimated, while a Holy Knight's main purpose was to strengthen the body and will. At the same level, a Holy Knight's difficulty and strength were one level lower than a priest's.
He went abroad and risked his life to fight, but he was worse off than Sansa who stayed at home.
"You're jealous of me!" Sansa laughed and kicked the dwarf.
"All the believers of the Seven Gods should be jealous of you."
Sansa shook her head and sighed. "You're a preacher, but you haven't even read the Seven Stars Bible. The Holy Mother has always preached that the faith belongs to the Seven Gods, and the power belongs to the kingdom.
I've studied every version of the Seven Stars Bible in detail. In the teachings of the Seven Gods, there has never been a prohibition against power games.
You'll understand if you think about it. Prohibiting politicians from playing power games is like prohibiting men from finding women. Why would the great and glorious Holy Mother do such a thing that goes against the laws of nature? "
"My father is also playing power games. Why would he go to hell?" the dwarf said.
"That's why the Holy Mother encourages men and women to fall in love and get married, but she doesn't approve of prostitution." Sansa spread her hands and said innocently, "There's a limit to everything. It's the same for men and women, and it's the same for power games.
As long as you don't use overly vicious methods to harm noble people, power is not a sin. "
"You plotted against Mia and used Margaery!" the dwarf said.
"Is there something wrong with your brain?" Sansa looked at him strangely. "Who's Mia? The Red God King!
In the earliest version of the Seven Stars Bible, believers who killed the enemy gods could even be rewarded by the Holy Mother and become righteous people who would be remembered forever by the world.
Even if the Dragon Queen later changed this rule, stating that innocent heretics could not be harmed, Mia could not be considered innocent.
She had sacrificed R'hllor just as many times as Stannis.
Although those who were burned to death were prisoners and deserters, in the doctrine of the Seven Gods, sacrificing an evil god is the most serious crime. Is Lahlo not an evil god? "
"This …" The dwarf was stunned for a moment before he said, "Your intentions aren't simple."
"If my motives were pure, I wouldn't be a politician. I would be a saint in the Sanctuary." Sansa rolled her eyes.
Then, she said, "Do you still remember the process of the Dragon Queen trying my grandfather and uncle's case on Fairy Island?
Their encounter in the Red Castle was tragic, but we later learned that my grandfather was not innocent.
Therefore, the Mad Monarch's crimes were only cruelty, blasphemy, and violation of human rights. He did not violate his oath as we thought before, nor was he guilty of murder.
My grandfather participated in the game of power, and he was the one who started it. No matter what happened to him in the game of power, he was not worthy of the gods' pity.
This is the rule of the game of power, and it applies to all participants. "
The dwarf said, "You have a beautiful idea, but the game of power is played by those in power, and every action of those in power will affect innocent civilians."
Sansa smiled. "Those in power have responsibility and power. It is the king's responsibility to let the people under his rule live and work in peace and use the law and traditional etiquette to ensure justice.
He fulfills his responsibility and benefits millions of civilians, but he will not be rewarded by the Seven Gods because this is what the king should do.
With responsibility comes power.
As the greatest politician, the king must play the game of power if he wants to protect his power. As for the harm that the game of power can bring to the people, it is within the king's power. "
"It sounds reasonable, but it is just your own idea," the dwarf said disapprovingly.
Sansa snorted and said proudly, "This is the wisdom I came up with after studying the Seven Stars Bible and carefully observing the Dragon Queen's actions. I would not tell a normal person."
"Why don't I remember the Dragon Queen saying something like this?"
"She did not say it, but she did it. She was able to go from Kalixi, who had nothing, to the Empress of the World, the Divine King. Do you think she has never played politics? "
"Uh …" The dwarf was stumped by the question.
The Dragon Queen is definitely not a white flower. Her heart is even darker than yours. But the moral requirements she has for you are definitely different from the ones she has for herself!
"Take it easy. It is hard to guess the king's thoughts, let alone the gods." He could only persuade her like this.
"Don't worry, I will repent to the Holy Mother every day," Sansa said.
"Repent for what?" The dwarf was confused.
Sansa smiled and said, "Before I plot against Miya and Count Matus, I will confess my plans and goals to the Holy Mother.
After the plot is carried out, I will also repent to the Holy Mother and ask for her forgiveness. I will also make a vow to become the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. I will work hard to reform the corrupt government and create a 'Sansa Golden Age' that will be difficult for future generations to reach! "
"The Holy Mother agreed?"
"She did not object."
The dwarf was speechless. "The Holy Mother is too busy to care about you. But she will definitely record your mistakes in her little notebook and settle the score with you in the future. "
"Nonsense! As long as I treat the commoners well and let them live a good life, the Holy Mother will not blame me no matter how I plot against the nobles. Otherwise, how can I become a Level Four Priest? "Sansa said proudly.
The dwarf said suspiciously, "Did you offer the Holy Mother divine arts again? I have never heard of that Divine Father Seal before. "
"Eh, how did you know?" Sansa looked at him in surprise. "I specially developed the Divine Father Seal to deal with the Demon Dragon.
I did not make it public before because there was only one Demon Dragon. If other Priests and Paladins learned it, they would become my competitors.
Now that the Demon Dragon has been tamed by Jon, there is no need to hide the Divine Father Seal.
However, the Divine Father Seal can only raise me from a Level Three Priest to the peak of Level Three. I am still a bit away from Level Four.
So, I gave the 'Holy Light Totem' that I have not fully developed to the Church and broke through to become a Level Four Great Priest. "
The dwarf's mouth twitched a few times and asked, "What is the Holy Light Totem?"
Sansa stood up from the fireplace and picked up a 'walking stick' from the corner and handed it to him. "Take a look for yourself."
The white walking stick was 1.3 meters long and as thick as a wrist. It seemed to be carved from fishbone, but it was heavier than wood. There was an obsidian crystal inserted inside.
At the top was a small statue of the Holy Mother. There were many strange runes and square words on the surface of the walking stick.
"This is Draconic? I don't recognize a few words. " The dwarf said in surprise.
"The Way of the Heavens, the virtue of the Heavens, the creation of all things, the benevolent Holy Mother." Sansa read in fluent Chinese.
The dwarf was shocked. "You are so familiar with it?"
"Sigh, every day I wake up early and memorize words for two hours. Before I sleep, I read the text aloud for an hour. After six or seven years, I finally have some achievements. It is about the level of a middle school student."
Sansa did not look proud. She only sighed. "As expected of the supreme language that records the laws of the Tao. It is so difficult! You must know that I only took three years to learn Advanced Valleglia. "
Hearing this, the dwarf could not help but feel ashamed.
He was the one who suggested that Sansa learn Draconic. He was also the one who copied Blackie's Draconic textbook. He kept a copy for himself and made a copy for Sansa.
Both of them were self-taught. He even started three years earlier than her. Now, he had not even graduated from primary school.
— No, I have to reduce my morning exercises with the singers in the future. At night too … Maybe, I should be like Sansa and develop new witchcraft.
Now that I have turned my entire body into a Dragonworm, can I split half of the Dragonworm to be a bookworm and focus on memorizing and learning? The other half of the Dragonworm will leave behind desires and transform into a human to enjoy the pleasures of the world?
Eh, if the other me does not learn, the two of me … Wouldn't that be twice the happiness?
"Hehehe …"
"What are you thinking? Why are you laughing so lewdly? You're drooling. "Sansa said in disgust.
"Ugh …" Tyrion wiped his mouth. As expected, he felt a pool of moisture.
He felt awkward. He quickly injected some Holy Light God Power into the totem pole. "Hum!"
A thin layer of pale yellow light shone from the pole. The light was not even as bright as a one-watt light bulb, but the light was very uniform.
However, Tyrion did not feel a strong healing effect.
"What's the use of this? It is the effect of a Holy Healing Spell. It will be released slowly in ten minutes." He was puzzled.
Sansa explained, "This is specially prepared for remote mountain villages. There is no need for a priest to charge it. There is also no need to spend money to build a statue of the Holy Mother or a temple. You just need to place the Holy Light totem pole on the altar. The villagers will surround it and pray to the Holy Mother.
An individual's faith is not enough to become a priest. So, the faith of the entire village is gathered in the staff. Then, through the adjustment of runes, the messy faith is harmonized into a unified wave band. It is like a virtual person.
In fact, you can treat this totem pole as a 'wooden priest'. The Dragon Crystal inside contains the Holy Healing Spell's Holy Mother's divine power.
If someone feels unwell, they can use a special prayer — "
Sansa pointed at the square words on the totem pole. "The Holy Mother is merciful. Good, good."
"It can activate the Holy Light totem and release a faint light to heal the injuries of believers within range."
"You are very smart." The dwarf was enlightened.
Sansa shook her head and put away the totem pole with a regretful expression. She sighed, "In my expectations, the faint light should only be effective on patients. This way, it will save more God Power.
I have not been able to master this technique yet. The Holy Light totem is not complete.
As the Divine Arts spread among the cultivators, perhaps someone will be able to repair it before me. By then … Sigh, I can finally be promoted to a Level Four Great Priest before the battle with the Ghoul King. "
"How did you think of this thing?" Tyrion asked curiously.
"At first, I just wanted to imitate the Dragon Queen. Didn't she always carry a weirwood staff?"
Sansa smiled awkwardly and said seriously, "You and I are both from a Duke's family. If there is a headache or fever, the scholar will immediately rush to the bed.
As if the scholar is as natural as air.
The truth is, other than the nobles' castles and the City of Knowledge, you will rarely see a scholar anywhere else.
Scholars are rare, and priests who know Divine Arts are even rarer.
In Winterfell, when I was thirteen years old, I only saw four minstrel performances. In the remote villages, the peasants at the bottom will never see a scholar or a priest.
But the poor are also people. Like us, they can get sick. And their lives are too hard and tiring. They get sick more easily and need more treatment. "
"I never thought you had this kind of awareness!" Tyrion's eyes widened and he said in disbelief.
"When you first met me, what kind of person did you think I was?" Sansa asked.
"An idiot who only knows how to dream," the dwarf said honestly.
Sansa glared at him but did not refute. She only asked, "And now?"
"A smart and capable queen," the dwarf said emotionally. "You have changed so much. It is as if you are a different person."
"Why have I changed so much?"
"Your experience …" the dwarf said thoughtfully.
"In Winterfell, my mother was the strongest, and I learned from her. In the Red Keep, Cersei was the strongest, and I learned from Cersei. In the Valley, Littlefinger was the strongest, and I learned from him. Then …"
"I also learned from your strengths!" she said to him.
"I am flattered," the dwarf said with a smile.
"Now, I learn from the Dragon Queen and the Holy Mother. The Dragon Queen cares about the hardships of the people, and I care about them too.
When I learn from the Dragon Queen's kindness and gain substantial benefits from the Holy Mother, I will work hard to be merciful to the commoners at the bottom.
This kind of awareness is different from what you think, "Sansa concluded.
"You are really … Perhaps, you can surpass Papa Tywin, Old Rose, Littlefinger … and become the ultimate power gamer!" the dwarf sighed in admiration.
"Do you think I have a match in the current Seven Kingdoms?"
As she spoke, Sansa seemed to exude an invisible loneliness.
"Future Margaery!" The dwarf poured a bucket of cold water on her. "If I didn't appear by accident and resolve the misunderstanding between you and Jon, you would have definitely been tricked by her.
Just like Miya, when you break up with the Jon siblings, you won't even know why you ended up like that.
Those arguments are poisonous, but I have to admit that they are very logical. It would be strange if your Savage sister-in-law didn't fall for them.
How long can Jon last with his two wives taking turns to talk to him?
In fact, he can't refute those arguments. "
Sansa's expression was unpleasant. "What good does it do for her if I break up with Jon? Even if she has other motives, I did help her! “
The dwarf sighed and said, "You are ambitious and keep learning from the strong to improve yourself.
She is most likely learning from you, learning your ambition and methods.
You think you didn't let her down, but you didn't think about it. No one is willing to be another person's pawn, especially when your relationship is so complicated.
Once, you were both Joffrey's fiancé.
Your engagement was broken off in public. You were lowly in the mud, but she became the shining golden rose of the King's Landing. How big is the difference in her heart now?
Also, when we negotiated with Stannis, our initial target was the Duke of Highgarden.
Perhaps you have forgotten, but your interference in the affairs of River Bend is constantly reminding Margaery that you are the biggest obstacle to her return to Highgarden. "
"That bitch …" Sansa's expression was cold. "She won't have a future!"
The dwarf was shocked and reminded her, "Margaery is the role model of the church. She is a role model for salvation. If you murder her, you will most likely lose the Holy Mother's favor. “
"A person's worst ending is not death. Early death will bring them to heaven? Hmph, I don't want her to be a role model. I want her to go to the seven levels of hell! "Sansa said darkly.
The dwarf was getting more and more worried. "Take it easy. Don't send yourself to the seven levels of hell."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Sansa waved her hand. "Didn't I tell you just now? I will confess and pray to the Holy Mother before I do anything. If the Holy Mother disagrees, she will definitely dissuade me. "
"If everyone imitates you, will the Holy Mother be able to handle it?"
"Everyone is a Level Four Great Priest? Let me tell you, I am the only one who has obtained the sixth move of the Holy Mother's Divine Palm, Earth Quakes, "Sansa said excitedly.
"Earth Quakes, the power to control the earth? Song of Earth … "The dwarf stroked the short beard on his chin. He seemed to be deep in thought.
"Sansa, you can actually consider giving up the throne and be a Transcendent. Perhaps, you have hope of becoming a Demigod! Compared to the gods, royal authority is completely meaningless, "the dwarf said sincerely.
Sansa sneered. "The Dragon Queen is already a Divine King. Why does she still want to be the world's first empress?
Only by picking it up can you put it down. I have never obtained it, and you want me to give it up? "
The dwarf paused. He said hesitantly, "Other than being a priest, you are also a Moon Chanter. How far have you cultivated? How far are you from becoming a Demigod?"
"Very, very far. It's even further than the King's Landing to Winterfell. I have only learned two spells. One is the Birthing Song, and the other is the Weather Forecast, "Sansa said helplessly.
"You have healing spells, and it's a long night now. What's the use of the Birthing Song and the Weather Forecast?" the dwarf complained.
Sansa said solemnly, "The long night will pass. I am now studying the Weather Forecast. When summer comes, I may be able to accurately predict the weather every year.
If drought, floods, and hail can be prevented, won't the kingdom have a bountiful harvest every year?
The Birthing Song is more practical. It can help pregnant women give birth naturally.
Healing spells are ineffective during the birth process. It can only save pregnant women who have lost blood after giving birth.
I have another idea. Can we change the Birthing Song into a Divine Art of the Seven Gods Priests? "
"Good idea. You are more far-sighted than I am. Your plan for the Extraordinary profession is more reasonable than mine!" Tyrion praised sincerely.
Sansa smiled bitterly. "I also want to be like you and Jon and master powerful Witchcraft Skills. But Moon Chanters don't have any powerful Witchcraft Skills.
The Blood Witchcraft Sacrifice of the Evil Gods is powerful, but I don't dare to learn it. I can't learn it either. The Evil Gods are all dead.
Later on, I asked Bran. He told me to focus on cultivating the Witchcraft Skills of the Moon Chanter and not to waste time on Witchcraft Skills. I should focus on improving the Divine Art. "
"Mother, it's time to eat. I'm hungry. I want to eat boiled tripe tonight!" An eight or nine-year-old girl pushed open the door of the study without announcing herself. She ran to Sansa and threw herself into her arms.
Along with the girl was a teenager of about eleven or twelve and a boy of four or five.
The teenager had black hair and black eyes. He was handsome and thin. The boy was chubby, with red hair and blue eyes.
Both of them wore leather armor and were dressed as attendants.
After entering, they bowed to Sansa and addressed her as "Your Grace". Then, they bowed to Tyrion and addressed him as "King Deer Cauldron".
Tyrion saw the boy's familiar face and his expression changed slightly.
"Stop fooling around. There are guests here!" Sansa pulled the girl up and pointed at the dwarf. "This is your Tyrion … Granduncle?"
"Just call him Granduncle!" The dwarf cast aside his suspicions about the boy's identity and smiled as he sized up the girl. She had platinum silver hair and blue eyes at first, but under the light, they appeared light purple.
At such a young age, she was actually half an inch taller than him. This made Granduncle feel very awkward.
Her long hair was tied behind her head by two small braids, revealing a round oval face. Her features were picturesque, and she had inherited the exquisite cheekbones of the Tully family.
The girl was very beautiful. The dwarf liked her more and more. He clapped his hands and called out, "Caitlin, come here and let me take a look.
Back then, I even carried you. Back then, you were a red ball of meat. In the blink of an eye, you've grown into a young lady! "
"I'm not Caitlin." The girl shook her head and did not go over.
Sansa took off her daughter's moleskin cloak and said gently, "Let Uncle Theon prepare a banquet and cook the tripe. I'll go over later."
The girl looked at her mother and Uncle Tyrion with a complicated expression before leaving the study gloomily. The two attendants bowed again and quickly followed her out.
"She … matured early," the dwarf stroked his chin and said strangely.
"She's almost nine years old! My parents are good people, but I can't learn from them and raise little Danny into the Winterfell me. "Sansa sighed.
"I remember her name is Caitlin," the dwarf said with a frown.
"Not long after you left, Aegon descended to the Mundane World to see his daughter. He excitedly named her 'Danny Rize'.
I said I intended to call her 'Caitlin'. Aegon felt that he only had one daughter, but my mother had more than one granddaughter, little Danny.
He was right. Two years ago, Mera gave birth to a daughter for Bran called 'Caitlin'. In the future, Rickon will also get married and have children. I wonder how many Caitlins there will be. "
"Definitely not as many as Danny Rize," the dwarf muttered.
"But my little Danny is unique. She even has a trace of the Dragon Queen's bloodline!" Sansa said proudly.
Seeing the confusion on the dwarf's face, she told him about the Dragon Queen cleansing little Danny's bloodline.
"King of Gods Cauldron, Demigod Dragon blood, King of Gods blood … Is it because she's called 'Danny Rize'?" The dwarf was upset.
It was as if the dragon worm he had modified back then was a beggar version.
"She's the reason why I dare to fight with Jon for the Iron Throne." Sansa looked in the direction of the dining hall and said softly, "Actually, I've always known that the others are weak. Jon is my biggest competitor.
Maybe, for little Danny's sake, the Dragon Queen will give me the same chance as Jon. "
The dwarf had a thought and blurted out, "Maybe we can form a marriage alliance!"
"I can't remarry."
"It's not you, it's little Danny. Actually …" The dwarf gritted his teeth and whispered into Sansa's ear, "Actually, I have a nephew!"
"Myrcella?" Sansa was confused.
"The Dragon Queen has a son!" The dwarf said in a low voice.
* Boom! *
This sentence was like a bomb that made Sansa dizzy. She did not know what was going on.
"I didn't expect the Pope of the Seven Gods to raise an illegitimate child." Her expression was complicated. There was disbelief, relief, and relief.
"It's not an illegitimate child." The dwarf shook his head. "It's her son with the Horse King Drogo, Legg Targaryen!"
Sansa looked at him strangely. "Is there something wrong with your brain? Legg died right after he was born. Everyone in the world knows that."
"Sigh, that's why she's so terrifying. Everyone in the world was fooled. Holy Mother, she was only fourteen back then." The dwarf sighed. "If I hadn't gone to Astapor to pick up little Tywin, I wouldn't have thought that the child was really her son!"
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