Outside the King's Landing, by the Blackwater River, hundreds of tents representing different families were scattered on the grassy ground like mushrooms.
There were noble knights in shining armor laughing loudly, commoners cheering loudly, singers playing accordions, vendors pushing small carts selling grilled sausages and fruits, and countless bright flags fluttering in the warm wind …
"Arya, do you see it? It's exactly the same as the Tournament to welcome Father more than ten years ago. The same place, the same people … there are many more people, but there are also fewer people. It's as magnificent as the songs say."
In mid-air, Sansa was in a daze. The beautiful memories of the past and the beautiful scenes of the present made her unable to control her emotions. She almost cried.
"You've seen the Great Trial, and you've seen Dani put on the Human Crown with your own eyes. Now, you've even enjoyed the Martial Arts Tournament mourning your passing. You should be satisfied, right?" Erya said lightly.
"Satisfied? How can I be satisfied? This is supposed to be a Tournament to celebrate my ascension, not a funeral! "Sansa said agitatedly.
"Fate is what it is. There's nothing I can do about it." Erya sighed.
"Fate is unfair. I don't accept it!" Sansa shouted with a twisted face.
"I can assure you that your fate is not interfered with by anyone. It's the result of your own choice."
"Look at Bran." Sansa pointed at the White Knight who was sent flying by Jaime's spear. "He's still laughing. He's laughing so happily. I just died, and he left 'Never Leave' Winterfell to participate in the Tournament. He's still laughing!"
"Bran's dream when he was young was to become a knight like Barristan. Though his combat skills are poor, he has realized his dream. Why can't he laugh?" Erya looked unhappy.
"He knew about my future but didn't inform me. He's still so happy. What's his motive?" Sansa said agitatedly.
"Bran knew that Yorgrit would have a difficult birth. He didn't tell Jon either. Sansa, fate is not interfered with. It's your own choice, "Erya said solemnly.
"It wasn't easy for me to obtain the Iron … That damned Iron Throne. Why, why am I so obsessed with that filthy iron chair?
Sob sob sob, they all call me 'Rotten Ass' Sansa. Sob sob sob, I'm a founding queen greater than Aegon the Conqueror. Sob sob sob … "
When she thought of the Iron Throne, Sansa could not help but feel sorrowful. She was both regretful and resentful. She covered her face and wept.
"Legg, Legg, Legg!" Suddenly, a tsunami of cheers erupted from the arena.
Sansa rubbed her eyes and took a closer look. After six rounds, Legg dodged Britney's spear and knocked her off the saddle at the same time.
"Wuwuwu …" Seeing Legg place the golden peony wreath on her daughter's head, Sansa's mother-in-law started crying again.
"I've never worn a 'crown' before in my life! She had worked hard for more than ten years and finally achieved hegemony, but she had not even enjoyed the taste of being an official queen for a single day. My life is too bitter. "
"You've seen what you should see. Come with me to hell!" Erya said impatiently.
"Hell?" Sansa was stunned. "What for?"
"To serve your sentence."
"What?" Sansa's eyes widened. She roared, "Are you kidding me? I've been cautious all my life and have never … done anything that goes against the teachings of the Seven Gods. Instead, I've made a lot of contributions. Why do I have to go to hell? I'm a Level Four Great Priestess! "
"You've been a white flower for the first half of your life. You've done nothing wrong. In the middle of your life, you've cheated Aegon's feelings. It's not a big mistake. Later on, you've saved countless people and have done a lot of good deeds. You've committed a lot of small crimes but few big ones. Overall, your good deeds far exceed your mistakes. You'll have a good position in heaven."
Erya first read out the Heavenly Father's judgment for Sansa. Then, under Sansa's confused gaze, she sighed. "But you're not alone. You have a mother!"
"Mother?" Sansa frowned. "Wasn't mother's soul repaired? After returning from Slaver's Bay, I burned her body myself. "
"Don't you know mother's sins? Because of the Crimson Wedding, when she was Madam Stoneheart, she always broke her oath and violated the rights of the guests. "
Sansa hesitated. "It's fine to give her all my good deeds. Why do you want me to go to hell?"
"Children can help their parents serve their sentences and be punished."
"I'm afraid of pain …"
"Aren't you afraid, mother? How many things did she do for you when she was alive? "Erya said coldly.
"What about you?" Sansa was unhappy with her tone.
"I worked hard in Hell and gave all the good deeds I earned to mother."
"Can I also work hard in heaven to earn good deeds?" Sansa asked.
"Even if you get a position in heaven, it'll be hard for you to earn good deeds. But you're the founding king, a Level Four Priestess, and a person of great deeds. One day of your sentence is equivalent to 100 days of mother's. It's too efficient. "
Sansa's expression changed. She hesitated.
"You're going to refuse?" Erya's gaze became dangerous.
"If I go to hell, what kind of punishment will I receive? Will there be a discount? "Sansa asked.
"The Heavenly Father is just! Your punishment is the same as Waldfrey's. Those who violate the rights of the guests will be lit up in a sky lantern after they die. "
"What's a sky lantern? It sounds scary. "Sansa trembled.
"It's really bad. It's like burning your soul in a fire. You have to keep your senses sharp at all times." Erya sighed bitterly. "Mother screams so miserably. Go down and accompany her. Talk to her and cheer her up."
"Mother has five children. Am I the only one who's going to hell to accompany her?" Sansa said with a gloomy expression.
"Little Danny will go abroad with Simba to be the crown princess. When she gives birth, one of her sons will be chosen to inherit the crown. During this time, the Seven Kingdoms' affairs will be managed by the King's Hand — "
"What?" Sansa was furious. "Which idiot came up with this idea? If that bitch Margaery takes over all the important matters, will my grandson still be able to get his throne back? "
Erya rolled her eyes and said, "Why do you think Bran is still in King's Landing? Just for the tournament? "
"Damn it!" Sansa was stunned. When she realized what was going on, her expression turned ugly. "I invited Bran to be my prime minister, but he rejected me coldly."
"Bran can't serve you because he's the Dragon Queen's White Knight. But he can serve the Dragon Queen's daughter-in-law and grandson. Don't you understand this? "Erya said calmly.
"What does this have to do with me going to hell?"
"When Bran rules the Seven Kingdoms, he will work hard and love the people. He will work hard to benefit the Seven Kingdoms and earn more merits.
So, do you understand? You're working hard. We're all working hard too. No one is free. "
"It's not that I'm not willing to work hard, but …" Sansa held her sister's hand and begged, "Can I change my position? For example, if the Holy Mother revives me, I promise I won't keep any pretty boys around. I'll work hard every night and be vigilant all the time. "
"Do you think that's possible? The Holy Mother doesn't even care about Yegurit. "
Sansa's pale face turned gloomy.
After a while, she gritted her teeth and said, "Good, very good. I love my mother and am willing to share some of her sins. But no one is alone.
I have a daughter too!
Erya, tell the Holy Mother that I want to visit Danny in her dreams and let her know that I'm suffering in hell.
She's a filial child. Not only will she share her merits with me, she will also go down to hell to light the lanterns.
As for my son-in-law, I won't accept any betrothal gifts. He'll come and light the lanterns for his grandmother! "
"Oh right, and my future grandchildren." Sansa became more excited as she spoke. "Let all of Danny's descendants go to hell to light the lanterns for my mother. Hahaha!"
Erya was shocked.
"Maybe, for my mother, I can try …" she said with a strange expression.
.....
Five years later.
At the foot of Changbai Mountain, a stone city was being built. Hundreds of free people were shouting and working hard.
"Northern Ice King, Jon, Wa 'er is about to give birth!"
Suddenly, a red-haired old man walked out of a rough stone tower in the center of the city. He made a trumpet with his hands and shouted at the construction site in the west.
Jon was shocked when he heard this. He hurriedly removed the stone from his shoulder and threw it on the ground before running back to his castle.
"It's only afternoon now. Didn't they say it would only be at night? Did something go wrong? Wa 'er is in her thirties, almost forty. She seems to be a little old, "he said nervously.
"That old man Machiro said it's normal. It's very difficult for a pregnant woman to determine the date of her labor. It's almost impossible to pinpoint the exact time," Tormond said with his white hair.
As they spoke, the two of them arrived outside Wa 'er's bedroom. However, they were stopped by Manslade.
The former King of Savages also had white hair, but his body was still straight and strong.
"Men shouldn't go in when a woman is giving birth. You should cheer her on from outside. “
Hearing his wife's heart-wrenching screams, Jon's forehead broke out in sweat.
"Wa 'er, Wa' er? You'll give birth to a daughter. I saw it in the prophecy. Don't be afraid. "
Wa 'er did not reply. Instead, a strange singing voice came from inside the room.
"The Holy Mother gazes tenderly and waits quietly. An angel flies in gracefully, watching the sunrise of life. His cries are like the sounds of nature. The Holy Mother smiles. An angel is about to arrive …"
They could tell that the singer was an old man. His voice was rough and monotonous, but it contained a strange power that could calm one's heart, focus one's energy, and fill the pregnant woman with strength.
Even the womb moved rhythmically to the tune.
"This is the Song of Childbirth." Jon heaved a sigh of relief.
According to the priest's statistics, since the Song of Childbirth became "Seven Gods" three years ago, more than seventy percent of the pregnant women who had been assisted gave birth naturally. More than half of the remaining thirty percent were able to give birth successfully under the combined effects of the Holy Healing Technique and the Song of Childbirth.
Moreover, Machiro had obtained two doctorates in the profession of Scalpel Priest and Pharmacy Priest.
"Gua, gua, gua …" As expected, in less than an hour, the child's loud cries could be heard.
"It really is a girl!" Inside the room, Dana exclaimed.
"Oh my, what's going on? How did this happen?"
Jon had just been overjoyed when he heard his sister-in-law's panicked cries.
"What's wrong?" He could not help but push open the door and rush in.
There were many people in the room. Manslade's daughter, Tormond's granddaughter-in-law … There were seven or eight of them.
They were all staring blankly at the bloody baby in Dana's arms.
Seeing Jon in such a hurry, they all had strange looks in their eyes. They wanted to say something but stopped themselves.
"This is my daughter!" Jon did not notice their expressions. There was no one else in his field of vision.
The red-haired baby girl who was crying with her mouth open occupied all his attention.
'Eh, wait, red hair …'
Jon rubbed his eyes. It was not blood. The thick tuft of hair was really red, like fire.
"Why is this child red-haired?" his sister-in-law mumbled.
Manslade, who had followed them in, was stunned. He looked at Jon's dark brown curly hair, then at his wife's long blonde hair … His sister-in-law had the same blonde hair and blue eyes as his wife.
The tenacity of the Caste had become a fact that everyone knew.
Theoretically, this child should have awakened the Targaryen's silver hair and purple eyes, or silver-blonde hair and blue eyes.
"What's wrong? Why are you all in a daze? Giving the child a bath, "Tormond said, scratching his head in confusion.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!" Everyone in the room looked at his head.
Manslade frowned and turned to the only red-haired man in the room. He sighed. "Tormond, Jon made you the commander of the castle to take care of his family while he was building Neverwinter. Is this how you take care of him?"
"I took good care of Wale. Listen, the child's cries are so loud. She's as strong as I am." Tormond laughed.
"Maybe the red hair is a mutated gene?" Jon said, forcing a smile.
Manslade walked to Tormond and asked in a low voice, "Did you and Wale … This child has red hair, and so do you. Do you know that the Caste is strong?"
Tormond was stunned for a moment before realization dawned. "Are you all crazy? You're suspecting that Wale and I are having an affair?! Although we did — "
"Shut up!" Wale, who had just woken up, shouted angrily. "What are you all talking about? This is Jon's and my child!"
Everyone was silent.
Jon grimaced, not knowing what to do.
Wale was so angry that she said with a pale face, "Master Machiro, according to the tradition that has become popular in recent years, the first child of a noble has to have his blood tested in public to gain the recognition of the Seven Gods and the people of the territory. You can try it now, in front of us."
The dark-skinned priest glanced at the Northern Ice King and walked to Dana's side. He tapped the baby's foot lightly.
A drop of blood the size of a grain of rice seeped out of the foot, which was still stained with blood.
Machiro did not take Jon's blood. Instead, he used the simplest "King's Blood Verification Spell" to ignite the blood.
"Boom!" The bean-sized flame instantly expanded by more than three feet, and its color became a noble deep purple.
"Ah, King's blood, top King's blood. What powerful Mana!" Machiro was shocked.
"This is my daughter." Jon was overjoyed.
"Yes, she's most likely your princess. Tormond does not have King's blood," Machiro said with certainty.
"Hey, old man, are you looking down on me? After all, I'm Marquis Tormond! "Tormond said unhappily.
After the little princess was cleaned, changed, and breastfed, Machiro took a drop of her and Jon's blood for a more complicated and formal genetic comparison spell.
This time, all the nobles and famous commoners of Neverwinter were present.
This had indeed gradually become a tradition among the nobles. It was not only popular in Westeros. A year ago, when the eldest grandson of the Dragon Queen was born, a similar ritual had been carried out.
Yes, it had gradually become a ritual that represented the recognition of the Seven Gods and the heavens and earth.
Similar to how Erlu and Renly used the excuse that Joffrey was not Robert's biological son to start a rebellion, it was almost impossible for this to happen again in the future.
"Under the witness of the Holy Mother, this is the daughter of Ice King Jon Targaryen and Queen Valle Ryder." Machiro held the baby girl wrapped in white bear fur and chanted a song of blessing loudly. A ray of Holy Light descended from the sky and landed on the swaddling clothes.
"Princess, princess!" The nobles and commoners cheered loudly.
"Perhaps, I have a red-haired ancestor." Valle was not angry after the incident. She knew the principle of the strong caste.
Alright, she had no reason to be angry. After all, her past …
Seven days later, when the baby was being baptized, her great aunt Danny revealed the mystery to the couple.
"Look at her. Round face, flat nose, red hair … Can't you think of anyone?" Danny looked at the baby girl in her arms like an artist appreciating a painting that had been completed with great effort.
"Yergret?" Jon blurted out, then shook his head frantically. "How is that possible? Her mother is not Yergret. She should not look like Yergret."
"She doesn't look like Yergret. She is Yergret, the reincarnation of Yergret!" Danny's aunt smiled proudly.
"Ah, this, this …" Valle was stunned.
"Didn't you say that Yergret's soul had returned to the heavens and earth?" Jon asked suspiciously.
"Of course it returned to the heavens and earth. If Yergret's soul entered the child's body, it would not be reincarnation. It would be possession. How could I do such a thing? "
"Is the Wheel of Reincarnation ready?" Jon's heart skipped a beat.
"Not yet. Not only will the Wheel of Reincarnation cleanse the soul, it will also format the Mark of Life. This child's Mark of Life is exactly the same as Yergret's.
No matter how strong the caste is, it is not stronger than the Mark of Life. So, although she has your and Valle's bloodline, her specialty is very similar to Yergret's. "
"Tell me how I should face her in the future …" Jon pulled his hair in frustration.
"That's your problem. Either you learn from Kast, or you happily hand her over to another man, hahahaha!"
This was a lifetime of punishment, a lifetime of debt.
.....
Another fifteen years. King's Landing, the first day of the new year, the first day of the new year.
Another new king ascended to the throne.
Another martial arts competition to celebrate the new king's ascension.
Outside the King's Landing, the people who had changed into new clothes on the first day of the new year were as dense as a forest.
In the crowd, the crisp sound of spears breaking could be heard from time to time, accompanied by intense shouts.
Beside the Black River, the spring chill was chilly. The river water was clear and slow. One could vaguely see the lonely reflections of two gray-robed old monks, one tall and one short.
"There are so many people in King's Landing," said the short barefoot monk.
"According to the census a year ago, King's Landing has a permanent population of close to three hundred thousand. Including the farmlands within a hundred miles of the outskirts, there are more than five hundred thousand. It's almost the same number as before the long night," said the tall monk.
"It seems that the four seasons are better than the chaotic seasons before," said the barefoot monk.
"It's also better than the extravagant Long Summer. Spring plowing and autumn harvesting, the four seasons are orderly. There are rewards for hard work and no rewards for not hard work. There's leisure and work, and there's a balance between work and rest. The world is peaceful!" said the tall monk.
"Master Bronn, I didn't expect you to have such brilliant ideas. I'm impressed!" said the short monk as he cupped his hands.
"Master Tyrion, you're too kind. You've given up glory, wealth, and beautiful wives to walk the world barefoot for twenty years. You've helped the most remote villages all over the world and built more than two thousand Holy Light Totem Poles. You've truly done a great service!" praised Master Bronn.
"I'm all alone and wandering in the wilderness. I can't compare to you who's cultivating in the Holy Hall during the day and having children and grandchildren at dinner. You're the best of all worlds," said the dwarf master as he shook his head.
"Hahaha, you're just too greedy. How can you become a god without suffering?" laughed Bronn.
"Everyone has to have some goals," said the dwarf.
"Yesterday was the eve of the new year. The new king invited the vassals for a reunion dinner. You came to King's Landing but didn't go to Red Fort. Where did you spend it?" asked Bronn with concern.
"When I passed by a village outside the city, I met a peasant girl. She saw that I was all alone and pitiful, so she warmly cooked a pot of pork and cabbage dumplings for me. The taste …" The dwarf smacked his lips and sighed. "Even the table full of delicacies in Red Fort can't compare to it."
Bronn looked at him in surprise and saw that his face was full of sincerity and praise. He nodded and said, "Very good. You've reached a certain level."
"I'm a peak level four priest. My level is definitely higher than a level three priest like you," said the dwarf calmly.
Bronn smiled and didn't argue. He asked again, "Have you met King Yimont?"
"Yimont …" A look of reminiscence appeared on the dwarf's face. After mulling over the name for a long time, he shook his head and said, "I've never seen him before. What's his character like?"
Bronn turned his head and lifted his chin toward the venue of the tournament. "He's right there. Aren't you going to take a look?
I don't know if he can repeat his father's achievements and win the crown of love and beauty for his fiancée. "
"One look and you can only see his face. It's hard to know his heart," said the dwarf.
Bronn thought for a while and said, "His character is alright. Although the Empress doesn't like this grandson very much, she still kept him by her side and taught him step by step.
Other things aside, he has activated the three blessings of the Human Crown! "
"Only the three blessings …" The dwarf frowned.
"The Heavenly Father's blessing is just; the Holy Mother's protection is benevolent and loving; the Warrior's Armor is brave and fearless. It's enough for the king, "said Bronn.
The dwarf nodded and asked again, "Yimont is Legg's eldest son. Why doesn't the Empress like him?"
"That kid is a bit like you. He's very flirtatious. At the age of thirteen, he impregnated a court lady. More importantly, that court lady was the daughter of Marquis Ellie. Do you still remember Ellie?"
"The Empress' Centaur maid," said the dwarf.
"That's her. The Empress originally wanted him to marry the court lady, but that kid actually said that he didn't like her at all. It was only because the moonlight was too mesmerizing that he couldn't help himself …
Tell me, is that something a human would say?
He's just like you back then. They all say that nephews resemble their uncles. Crown Prince Legg isn't like you, but his son really is. Not only is he lecherous, but he's also glib-tongued, quick-witted, and sharp-tongued. "
The dwarf's mouth twitched. "The Empress let him off?"
"How is that possible?" The muscles on Bronn's face twitched a few times as he raised two fingers. "A total of two hundred lashes. No matter how much the Crown Princess begged, it was useless.
Her skin and flesh were lacerated, and even her eyelids were charred. She had to lie in bed for a full half a year. When Prince Yimont recovered, he was immediately sent to the King's Landing as a preparatory king. "
"I'll go and meet that kid later." The dwarf was somewhat interested.
"Tyrion?" Suddenly, a group of knights who were about to return to their tents stopped. An old man in golden lion armor even spurred his horse excitedly and ran over.
"It's really you!" Under the golden helmet, tears flowed down the wrinkles on his face.
"Jaime, you …" The dwarf couldn't help but step forward. Looking at his golden-haired brother, his eyes were also wet. "You're old."
Jaime jumped off his horse and punched him. He smiled and said, "I'm already seventy. How can I not be old? Aren't you old too?
Your hair is white, your face is full of wrinkles, and you're so skinny and dark. I almost couldn't recognize you. "
"Uncle."
"Old Master!"
Following that, another young knight led a four or five-year-old boy over to greet him.
"You're Tywin, aren't you?" Seeing the handsome young man who was almost Jaime's reappearance yesterday, the dwarf's calm state of mind, which he had cultivated for twenty years, was also broken. He trembled his rough hands and stroked his cheeks.
"It's me, Uncle." Tywin was a little embarrassed, but he didn't avoid it.
"Good, good boy. You're all grown up." The dwarf tiptoed and patted Tywin's shoulder, then looked at the little one beside him.
He was a living little Jaime.
"Hahaha, three generations of grandfather and grandson. They're all carved from the same mold." The dwarf laughed loudly.
"You guys chat. I'll go back to the city first." Bronn took his leave at the right time.
"Where have you been all these years?" Jaime hugged the dwarf and asked.
"I've wandered around. I've been to the Westeros, beyond the Great Wall, Ursos. I've even returned to the Western Region. I've only wandered around the remote mountain villages. "
"Why bother!" Looking at his brother's big black feet, which were like old tree bark, Jaime felt very uncomfortable. "What you loved to enjoy the most, now …"
The dwarf raised his hand and interrupted him. He smiled and said, "I'm really good. For the past twenty years, my heart has never felt so peaceful."
"Now that you're back, don't leave again. I don't have many years left to live. At least wait until I die. You can only leave after you've sent me off." Jaime said sadly.
"Come on, Barristan is already over a hundred years old. Isn't he still vigorous?" The dwarf smiled and followed the knights, walking towards Lannister's camp.
The knights dismounted from their horses, silently but curiously sizing up the little devil who had already become a legend.
"Sir Barristan is the first Holy Knight to break through to Demigod. After five hundred years, he's still vigorous. I'm not even a Holy Knight. How can I compare? "Jaime shook his head and smiled bitterly.
The dwarf's eyes flashed, and he said meaningfully, "Of course you can."
"Jaime, actually, I came back this time mainly for you."
After entering the tent, the dwarf had Tywin lead the others out of the door. Then, he carefully took out something from his pocket and handed it to his brother.
"What is it …" Jaime opened the cloth bag and saw a scroll of parchment with golden runes on its surface.
"'Divine Comedy'?" He looked at the dwarf in confusion.
"In the winter seven years ago, I was taking shelter from the rain under a banana tree in the barren mountains. When I was about to fall asleep in a daze, Old Yimont came looking for me."
"Seven years ago? At that time, Old Yimont was already dead. "Jaime said curiously.
"Let me finish." The dwarf waved his hand. "He had long hair and a long beard. His hair and beard were silver-white. He even wore a holy white robe, as if he was a saint.
I asked him, 'Why are you here?'
But he smiled and asked, 'Why are you here?'
I said, 'I'm cultivating.'
He laughed and shook his head, saying, 'There are seven paths in the human world. You're only cultivating diligently in the human path. You're too slow. Let me help you.'
After saying that, he casually tossed a huge picture scroll toward me. I seemed to see ghosts and seven layers of hell pouncing toward me. I immediately woke up from my dream. "
"You were dreaming?" Jaime asked curiously.
The dwarf pointed at the parchment scroll. "After I woke up, I had this in my hands. Yimont must have reached a realm that we can't understand.
Sigh, that old man was lucky. He was directly canonized by my sister. "
With a sigh, he explained, "This' Divine Comedy 'is a poem written by Old Yimont after he traveled through hell, heaven, and the human world. He obtained countless inspirations from the undead."
"Old Yimont was a scholar. It's not a big deal that he could write poems. But this' Divine Comedy 'contains information about heaven and hell. It even contains the secret to becoming a saint. The old man was a good person. He didn't forget me even after he died. "
Hearing this, Jaime's curiosity was immediately piqued. He opened the scroll and first saw 'Hell Chapter: First Level of Hell, Eighteen Punishments' …
"Swoosh —" Endless golden light immediately blinded him. In a daze, he seemed to have come to a strange place. Hymns were singing in his ears. Before him was a dark evil spirit. In front of a cross, a three-meter-tall strong man laughed loudly as he grabbed the wailing man's tongue and pulled with all his might …
"Jaime, snap out of it!" The dwarf shouted.
The illusion before him, the wailing, laughing, and hymns in his ears all disappeared.
"I …" Jaime was at a loss.
"Read the words in the 'Divine Comedy' and your consciousness will follow you to hell or heaven," the dwarf said.
"How scary!" Jaime was shocked.
"Essentially, it's still a poem. It's just that the words have become more direct images."
"What's the use of this thing?" Jaime was puzzled.
"It's not some secret magic record. It's just like any other book. It can increase one's knowledge and understanding of life. In the end, cultivation and the cultivation of the heart are all about understanding. "
Seeing that Jaime was still at a loss, the dwarf wrapped up the parchment again. "You don't understand now. When you become a Holy Knight and read the 'Divine Comedy' again, you should have a different feeling."
"Perhaps, when that time comes, you'll be able to see the person you should've left behind but can't forget. Old Brother, I hope this' Divine Comedy 'can help you start a new life, "he said meaningfully.
"I'm in my seventies. I've seen the end of my life. What new life do I have? Besides, I'm not a Holy Knight. "Jaime smiled bitterly.
"Tywin even has a son. Why don't you quickly convert to the Holy Mother? Even if you can't compare to Barristan and old Yimont, you'll only live to a hundred years. You still have more than twenty years to live! "
"Actually, I'm preparing to join the Holy Church." Jaime smiled. "I've already made an agreement with Lansel. After attending 'Scar' Yimont's wedding, I'll become a monk in the Holy Church and become his disciple."
"Scar Yimont? What kind of lousy name is that? " The dwarf said with a grin.
"You'll understand once you see him."
The dwarf nodded. "I'll go find him later."
"Remember, only you can read the 'Divine Comedy'. You can tell the contents of the poem to others, but you must never let others see its true appearance.
Some things were clearly created out of good intentions, but once they fall into the hands of evil people, they will turn into the most terrifying magic weapon, "he said solemnly.
"Okay, I'll remember."
After the Lannister had lunch together, the dwarf said goodbye to them.
"I've traveled all over the Westeros and Ursos. Next, I'll go to Sosros.
There are many natives living in the wilderness there. I'll convert them and use the light of the Seven Gods to cleanse the savages of their stench and savagery.
Don't worry about me. In the future, the 'Seven Stars Bible' might have a story about a dwarf turning into a beard.
Jaime, take care! Tywin, Little Tyrion, Grandpa will pray for you every day! "
The dwarf left as soon as he said so. He was very decisive.
But before he left, he also went to the Red Castle and saw "Scar" Yimont, who was said to be very similar to him.
Just as Jaime said, after seeing him, he immediately understood why he had such a nickname.
Yimont had been slashed several times by his uncle and father-in-law, directly on his face and head. The scars left behind had a curse: they would never heal. When Yimont was sad, the wounds would split open.
After Yimont was sent to King's Landing, he traveled to the North and was warmly received by his uncle. Then, he stole his uncle's daughter.
Wa 'er was very satisfied with this son-in-law, but his father-in-law, Jon, almost went crazy.
"Hahaha, you have guts. You're just like me!" The dwarf laughed.
.....
Another three years later.
Hot summer.
Outside the Great Basilica.
"You … came to the Basilica to pray?" Jaime looked at the female knight who was still tall, still ugly, and still had gentle eyes. His expression was very complicated.
"I also want to join the Warrior's Sons," Breeni said softly.
"You're already a Holy White Knight blessed by the Holy Mother," Jaime said.
"I want …" Breeni's coarse round face blushed slightly.
She bit her fat caterpillar-like lips and mustered her courage, "Jaime, I've thought about it for many years and finally understood one thing. The glory of the knights, the recognition of the Dragon Queen, and the praise of countless people for the Naked Iron Guards are not what I really want. I …"
"I discovered that the days when I escorted you to King's Landing … the days when I spent with you were the most memorable memories of my life.
When you were in Casterly Rock City, I could still hold back my thoughts, but in the three years since you came to the Great Basilica, I could not help but look in the direction of the Tower of Light as long as I stood on the top of the Red Keep.
I-I can't help it anymore.
You're in your seventies, and I'm in my sixties. Maybe I can still live for a few more decades, but I'm afraid that when I get older, I won't have the energy to say these things, to do … I don't want to do anything. I just want to see you every day. We can practice martial arts together and pray under the statue of the Holy Mother. That's enough. "
Jaime's eyes reddened, and he felt an inexplicable impulse.
"No, it's not enough!" He took a step forward and grabbed her rough hand, "We can still live for a few more decades, or even decades. We still have time to do some things that we couldn't do before."
"What things?" Breeni's big eyes were filled with anticipation and confusion.
"Let all the rules go to hell. Let's get married first, and then we'll travel the world with our swords. We'll see the beauty of the world, see the customs of various places, and eat various traditional delicacies!
I'm tired of staying in Westeros. Let's go find Tyrion. He's also a cultivator. Let him officiate our wedding! "Jaime said excitedly.
"Alright, let all the rules go to hell!" Two streams of tears flowed down Breeni's face. She pulled out the Oathkeeper Sword with a laugh and threw it on the ground. Then, she tore off the white robe behind her.
Hum! The golden rune between her eyebrows flickered, and the Seal of the Holy Knight shattered.
"Hahaha!" Jaime also took off the striped cape of the Warrior's Son and removed the Seal of the Holy Knight in his sea of consciousness. He laughed and hugged the tall woman.
The two of them hugged each other like they were hugging the entire world.
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