"Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang!"
The bell of the Great Cathedral of Baylor rang seven times, reaching the ears of everyone in King's Landing.
Often, the bell of the Great Cathedral would ring seven times only when the most important events happened. For example, the death of the old king, or the ascension of a new king.
In previous years, many people would never hear the bell of the Great Cathedral ring seven times in their entire lives. In recent years, the people of King's Landing could hear it once, twice, or three times every year.
But every time, they would not be bored by it, because every time the bell rang, it meant that something big had happened and there was a show to watch.
In this year of winter snow and north wind, watching the show had become the only pursuit of many people.
In other words, the laughter of seeing a happy place had become the only meaning of their lives.
According to the archbishop, the deviant ghosts were real. The long night was coming, and the people of King's Landing no longer expected to see the next harvest and fruit summer.
"Quick, go to the Great Cathedral. The bitch Empress Dowager's trial is about to begin. The archbishop against the mysterious white knight, Robert Strong.
Seven gods above, since ancient times, there has never been an archbishop representing the seven gods to participate in the trial. "Stryker of the flea's nest gathered his tattered leather jacket and said with a thick white gas coming out of his mouth.
"Since ancient times, there has never been an Empress Dowager in front of the people of the city!" The butcher's face showed 70% nostalgia and 30% obsession as he said cheerfully.
"Shhh – let the deviant ghost plug your shit-spewing mouth!"
Stryker's generous face was full of fear as he looked around vigilantly. He breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't find the golden-robed figure and scolded the bearded butcher in a low voice.
"You're simply courting death!
Some time ago, you personally dealt with the corpses that were sent to our shop. Didn't you recognize their identities?
They were all unlucky people who flirted, insulted, and cursed the bitch Empress Dowager on the day of the parade.
You don't want to go back to the brown soup shop in another way, do you? "
"There are too many people talking about it. Can the bitch Empress Dowager let her white knight kill everyone in the city?" The butcher muttered.
"You think she doesn't want to? As long as she can do it, that bitch doesn't mind killing all of us who have seen her ugliness!
A few months have passed since that day, but the number of people who die in the hands of Robert Strong every day has not decreased, indicating that the anger in her heart hasn't subsided yet! "Stryker sneered.
"Sigh, I'm a little worried about the big sparrow."
Big Beard heard this and sighed, "Many people who have lost their family and friends have ambushed Robert in the alleys.
At the most exaggerated time, it was almost ten against one, but White Knight Robert still completed the mission safely and returned to the Red Fort. "
"Who do you think Robert Strong is?" A pockmarked youth who was about the same age as Aegon shrunk his neck and asked.
"I don't know where this monster came from, but I dare say that even 'Fearless' Barristan is no match for him," Big Beardy shook his head.
"I wonder if he's human," whispered Stryker. "I've heard that no one has ever seen Robert eat or drink, or go to the toilet."
Big Beardy was startled and murmured, "Either a god or a demon …"
While talking, the three of them walked to the end of Sister Silence Street and climbed up the Visania Hills. Like countless people who had rushed to King's Landing, they were like a drop of water that blended into the crowded sea of people.
In front of the square, under the stairs to the Holy Church, several people were stopped by gray-clothed sparrows with sharp axes and rusted swords.
"I am the owner of the Brown Soup Shop on Flea Street, Stryker. I was invited to witness the trial of the Empress Dowager," Stryker shouted.
The leading sparrow recognized Stryker's identity, nodded to his companion, and gave way to a passage.
"You go in, your companion stays."
In front of the Blacksmith's Door, Stryker stood on the steps and tidied up his straw-like hair and old worn goatskin coat.
Looking at Count Tali who walked through the 'Warrior's Door' on the side in a gorgeous velvet suit, and then looking at his leather coat stained with a large piece of oil, Old Cannon of King's Landing suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
There were seven doors to enter the Holy Church. The monks went through the Father's Door, the nuns went through the Mother's Door, and the sisters of Silence went through the Stranger's Door.
Believers could choose the corresponding door to enter according to their beliefs.
Beyond the door, there was a long corridor, the Hall of Lights.
Stryker had been to the Holy Church many times. Except for the first time, he had never been attracted by the colored lead glass balls hanging on the ceiling.
Through two doors, he came to the Holy Church of the Seven Gods.
The reflective marble floor, the heptagonal walls were all equipped with huge glass windows, and the arc-shaped dome was made of glass, gold, and crystal.
Under the wall opposite the entrance, there were seven altars lined up in order. The altars were filled with lit candles, illuminating the statues of the Seven Gods standing on the back of the Megalosaurus.
Even though he had seen it several times, Stryker still felt strange when he saw the Seven Gods riding dragons.
However, he also admitted that compared to before, the Seven Gods riding dragons looked more powerful, and there was more … a kind of indescribable sacred vitality that he could feel.
It was as if the previous statues of the Seven Gods were just wood carvings, but now they were the incarnations of the Seven Gods in the mortal world.
This wasn't an illusion. Many people had a similar feeling as him.
Therefore, like Count Tully on the side, he respectfully and devoutly walked to the statue of the Blacksmith God, knelt down, and silently recited the Blacksmith's Book.
After that, he silently got up and walked to the position belonging to the ordinary citizen representative.
The Holy Church of Baylor was almost the size of three volleyball courts, enough for thousands of believers to squeeze together to pray.
At this time, two to three hundred people had already arrived one after another.
There were about thirty ordinary people like Stryker, who were famous in the various neighborhoods of King's Landing. The rest were nobles or representatives of nobles.
As a veteran of King's Landing, Stryker knew every civilian representative.
He didn't know the names of the nobles, but he recognized most of the clan emblems of the nobles.
For example, just three meters away from him, there was a scholar with a bull's neck, a slate chin, and two tufts of white hair standing up from his nostrils.
Even though he was wearing the gray robe of a scholar and had a long necklace around his neck, there was a blood-red three-headed dragon emblem pasted on his chest, revealing his identity — a scholar serving Targaryen from Dragonstone Island.
After the Seven Doctors paraded through the streets, the gray-robed and chained scholar was almost reduced to the state of being reviled by everyone.
But anyone who saw the three-headed dragon emblem on his chest would communicate with him with the most modest smile and the most amiable attitude.
Stryker also gave him a friendly smile and said modestly, "Sir, you were also invited?"
"What's the matter?" Marwin frowned.
"I'm the owner of the brown soup shop in Flea's Nest, nicknamed 'Immovable' Stryker," the square-faced man said proudly.
"I've been on Dragonstone Island for less than half a year, so I don't know much about the heroes of King's Landing. May I ask, what is' Immovable '? "
Seeing that the Great Sparrow and Cersei had not appeared yet, Marwin also patiently talked to the big man.
"Once, there was a female knight who was as kind as the Holy Mother, as beautiful as a young girl, and as wise as an old woman. She entrusted me with a gold note of twenty thousand gold royals.
I didn't have any selfish motives and handed it all to the church.
She praised me as a true knight who was' immovable '. After the archbishop knew about this, he also agreed with her evaluation of me. "Stryker's face was flushed as he said proudly.
Marwin's heart moved, and he faintly guessed: In this world, there was only one beautiful female knight who could be so extravagant and give out twenty thousand gold royals as a charity …
"Did the gold note come from the church's bank? The female knight was followed by a tall old knight? "
"Eh, how did you know?" Stryker was surprised.
"Hehe …" Marwin revealed his teeth that were dyed red by the sour grass leaves and smiled meaningfully.
"Could it be …" Stryker was not stupid. He had a flash of inspiration and said dumbfoundedly, "She is …"
Marwin smiled and nodded.
"Ahhh!" Stryker howled, thumping his chest and stamping his feet, "I'm so stupid, really …
Isn't that Sir Barristan? He pulled up his mask, but I didn't recognize him. I've seen him hundreds of times before, for decades! "
"Shh, lower your voice." Marwin took a few steps back, closed his mouth, and reminded him softly with a nasal voice.
"Uh …" At this time, Stryker also noticed his gaffe.
Looking around, the commoner representatives quietly distanced themselves from him like Marwin, and the nobles who were originally far away from him were pointing at him with disdain in their eyes, as if to say: Look, this is a commoner!
But there was an exception. Count Tali, who came in with him, had an expression like a seal carved from granite, stiff and rigid, and was hesitant to approach him.
"Why are you looking for me?" Marwin had a good impression of the Dragon Queen's old friend.
"I had something to do before, but now … it's gone."
Stryker sighed and explained, "In addition to the twenty thousand gold royals in gold notes, the Dragon Queen also gave me twenty gold royals and taught me to help the orphans.
I kept my promise and used all the money to take in street children, and now there are one or two hundred people living in my house.
I can't afford to raise them, not to mention that more and more children are joining in.
So, I heard about the Dragon Queen's oath about joining the Night Watchmen having a salary of two silver coins and a bounty of fifty gold royals for surviving the long night.
I was wondering if I could arrange for a group of older children with families to be Night Watchmen at the Great Wall. Not only could they support themselves, but they could also send money to their younger siblings.
But I wasn't sure if such a wonderful job was real or fake, so I wanted to confirm it with you.
But since I know that the Knight 'Keisha Alexander' is the Dragon Queen, there's no need to doubt it. I'll arrange for a group of people to go to the Great Wall later. "
"Well, you can send them to Dragonstone Island with our fleet." Marwin nodded.
"Thank you …" Stryker glanced behind the short and fat doctor and whispered, "Count Tully is here to see you."
After saying that, he automatically took a few steps back and gave the position to the two of them.
"Count, you were looking for me?" Marwin took the initiative to speak.
Tully's steel-like expression eased awkwardly, as if he wanted to smile, but his muscles were frozen.
"My son … Night Watchman Sam … Thank you … for taking care of Dragonstone Island."
It was as if two souls were controlling the count at the same time, wanting to say two different words with different tones but the same meaning.
Marwin sensed it and took the initiative to say, "Sir, Sam is a qualified Night Watchman, and his bravery has even been recognized by Her Majesty the Queen."
Tully's lips curled into a sincere smile, but it immediately froze into cold black iron.
"Hmph, Dr. Marwin, you don't have to speak up for him. He has disgraced the Night Watchmen and the Tully family."
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