Dofas' expression changed several times. In the end, he looked down to hide the anger and killing intent in his heart. He asked softly, "You haven't spoken up for Danny Rize for almost half a year. We thought you were worried about the alliance's power. Now, it seems like there's more to it?"
"I was wrong. I misunderstood the revelation given to me by the Light King." Benello wiped his face and said dejectedly, "She's not the Savior, but I've been proclaiming that she is for the past few years. What's done is done. I can't change it even if I want to!"
Dofas' fat face twisted.
"Then who is the Savior?" he asked blankly.
"I don't know."
"The Long Night is here, and you don't know?" Dofas raised his voice.
"Maybe, it's Stannis Byra from the Westeros, Theon." The supreme priest with a tattooed face said hesitantly.
"Stannis?" Dofas gradually found that 'unknown person' in his memory.
"The kinslayer who used blood witchcraft to kill his own brother?" The consul said with a displeased expression, "What is the Light King doing? How can a kinslayer become the Savior? He might as well let Danny Rize be the Savior! "
Uh, there was a saying that a king's virtue was not worthy of the throne. The Savior was more 'advanced' than the king, so there should be a virtue requirement.
"Didn't Yasuer and Ahai kill their own wives too? Without the determination to kill everything, how can they become the Savior? "Tattoo retorted with a red face.
"Killing one's wife is different from killing one's own family. Forget it …" Dofas shook his head. "Choosing the Savior is the Light King's business. We don't care. But how do you plan to deal with the sun and the rioters outside?"
"The sun has extinguished. It might not appear again for ten or twenty years. This is not something I can handle." Benello shook his head.
"Ten years, twenty years …" Dofas' face was pale. His eyes were filled with fear, and his fat body was on the verge of collapsing.
"The last Long Night lasted for an entire generation. That generation never saw the sun from birth until they starved to death. They thought the world was originally so cold and dark."
"I, I thought it was a legend. Legends are always exaggerated," Dofas said weakly as he supported himself on the armrest of the chair.
"A generation …" He forced himself to stand up and said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency Supreme Priest, I need you to buy me some time."
"What for?" Benello asked curiously.
"I need time to gather all the food and materials on the market," Dofas said coldly.
"And then?" Benello's voice trembled.
"Then I will seal Black City."
"What about the Volantis people and slaves?"
"Can the Light King's faith feed them?" Dofas asked.
Benello shook his head with difficulty.
"Even the Light King can't help them, so what can I do?" Dofas shrugged helplessly.
"But …"
"No buts! Daufas waved his hand and whispered into Benello's ear, "Remember, the poor life makes the people need the anesthetic called 'hope'. Their most devout faith is born from their hope.
However, when faith was unable to satisfy the believer's hopes, that hope would immediately turn into the deepest despair, and faith would also become a curse …
You should understand that saving everyone is equivalent to forcing everyone to die.
I will give the red-robed monk a spot to enter the black wall based on the results of your work. "
Dofas took two steps back and stared at the Supreme Priest playfully. He smiled and asked, "How is it? “
Benello's tattooed face was covered in sweat, and the muscles on his face kept twitching. His blue eyes that were usually as calm as a deep pool were filled with turbulent waves.
"Let me think," he said weakly, his voice like a mosquito.
"There's no time. Listen, look!" Dofas pointed at the window. The shouts of the hundred thousand believers were like a tsunami. They came wave after wave and almost drowned the majestic Red God Temple.
"I can't lie to the believers." Benello looked at the consul with a pleading look.
Dofas smiled. "Don't worry. You don't have to lie. There will be someone else who will be the punching bag for the people."
"Who?" Benello secretly sighed in relief, and his face regained some of its calmness.
"Recently, Faust Doxim from the West District has been very active. I think he can replace General Elyos who died in the Bay of Sorrows," Dofas said calmly.
Faust Doxim, a former Tiger Cloak Army (slave warrior), married into the Doxim family of a small merchant. When the Guise Alliance Army besieged Astapor, he was captured by the Dragon Queen and became Astapor's super VIP partner. Since then, he had started his meteoric rise.
Recently, Fat Faust was not even satisfied with the sudden increase in wealth. He started to have higher goals: to become a consul and move his family into the black wall.
Elyos, one of the three consul chosen by Volantis after the Dragon Queen burned down the black wall tower. He was also the commander of the second fleet of the alliance army. In the end, he sank into the sea with the second fleet.
Therefore, when there was a vacancy in the three consul positions, Fat Faust had the hope of filling it.
For this, he even joined the Tiger Party who had a radical attitude towards Slaver's Bay.
"Yes, the sky has darkened and the temperature has dropped, but this is not the end of the world! Long Night or whatever, that's just a joke. "
Faust accepted Dofas's conditions, and after receiving the promise that he would definitely become the next Senator, he immediately gave a speech on the streets as a candidate for Senator, just like his countless predecessors had done.
"Everyone, don't panic. There is no need to rush to buy resources. Everyone knows that the winter that the northerners speak of has arrived. It is impossible for winter to have no effect on Volantis.
I swear, tomorrow will be a sunny day. Even if it continues to be gloomy tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow … The day of sunshine will come. "
The slogan "Tomorrow will be a sunny day" barely calmed down the panic of the people, and Volantis temporarily regained its peace.
In a place where the commoners could not see, a large number of resources were transported into the Black Wall. The nobles within the Black Wall took off their silk clothes and put on their ancestral iron armor, and gradually replaced the original guards of the Black Wall — the Tiger Cloak Army (slave warriors).
At the same time, as the defense force of Volantis, the Tiger Cloak Army was loaded onto ships and transported to Slaver's Bay by the consul with the reason that "the alliance army won the battle of Meereen and needed the Tiger Cloak Army to maintain order in Meereen". At this time, the consul of Volantis still did not know the outcome of the battle of Meereen. They only wanted to send the unreliable Tiger Cloak Army to the frontlines as cannon fodder.
The Black Wall, the oval-shaped city wall made of Valleglia's Immortal Stone, was 60 meters tall and could allow 24 horses to run side by side without colliding with each other.
Other than the Megalosaurus, no one had ever conquered the Black Wall.
.....
What happened in Volantis was not an exception. The same thing happened in Lys, Pentos, Myr, Braavos, and even the cities of the Jade Sea and the Far Eastern Barbarians.
The methods were different, but the essence was the same: before the ordinary people could react, they had to gather all the materials that could be gathered, lock the gates of the majestic castle, and live their lives peacefully while waiting for the next Yasor, Ahai, to end the Long Night.
The advantage of the upper class was not only reflected in the possession of social resources.
In modern society, some people said that information was money, and that was not wrong. With the most timely and accurate information, even a retard could become Warren Buffett.
In the world of the Song of Ice and Fire, when the Long Night had already arrived, information was equivalent to a chance to survive.
Well, that was not necessarily the case.
Even if the ordinary people obtained accurate information, they did not have the financial, material, or manpower to change their fate.
If the winter was longer, the ordinary people would still starve to death.
A winter that lasted for three years and a Long Night that lasted for 20 years did not make much of a difference to the ordinary people — they would either freeze to death or starve to death.
Similarly, three years of winter and a generation of Long Night also had an impact on the nobles … Alright, there was an impact. They could no longer indulge in luxury. They could not hunt, they could not participate in the martial arts tournament. They also had to learn a skill that they did not have before — living frugally.
But no matter what, the lives and bloodlines of the nobles were not affected.
Thinking about it this way, the Long Night did not seem so scary.
Those who did not deserve to die would always die, and those who deserved to die would always live. What was the difference between a Long Night and a Long Winter?
Sigh, such a world was truly despairing!
However, in the Westeros, there were people who cheered for the disappearance of the sun in the sky.
"It's finally here. Wahaha, the Long Night is finally here!" After getting a definite answer from You Lun, Cersei's ecstasy was beyond words.
In other cities, after the sun disappeared in front of everyone, most Transcendents could infer what had happened by sensing the magic tides.
But Westeros was a desert of Transcendents. More than 99% of people did not even notice the change in the sun and only thought that it was another cloudy day.
The sun rose in the east, but Westeros were known as the "Land of the Sunset." When the sun went out, it was about ten in the morning in Meereen, just before dawn in Westeros.
Therefore, when Westeros woke up, they only felt that the weather was especially gloomy today.
Of course, just because 99% of people did not notice anything unusual did not mean that everyone did not know.
For example, You Lun knew.
The Alchemist Guild knew.
The Seven Gods were no longer seven pieces of wood. Even the Archbishops of the Church knew!
They even received complete confirmation from the Holy Mother.
Yes, Holy Mother Danny took the time to send a "Long Night is Here" message to every believer with 100 Piety Points.
The Long Night was already here. It would be unreasonable if the Holy Mother did not do anything.
Since the Church knew, You Lun "helplessly" brought the four Children of War to Cersei the Great and told her about it.
Cersei the Great was wearing a pure white fox-fur cloak. The pure white fur made her blush and her skin look even more delicate.
She walked to the balcony in a few steps and pointed at the barefoot sparrows in gray linen who were shouting "Bitch Queen" outside the Red Castle. The corners of her mouth curled up into a vicious smile. "Those sparrows come to the Red Castle every few days to show off their power. How abominable. There should be a Long Night and let them all freeze and starve to death. “
"And Danny Rize." The smile on Cersei's face widened. "I wonder if that little bitch is dead. If she hasn't died in the hands of the Allies, quickly ask her to guard the Great Wall and fight the Other Ghosts. Didn't she come up with a 'Unified Ghost Resistance Front' long ago?
If she doesn't die, who will?
Hahaha … "
Cersei looked up and laughed.
The depression of being locked in the tower by the old nun dissipated instantly.
"Queen Cersei, watch your words!" An armored knight with a seven-pointed star on his chest shouted angrily.
"You dare to shout at me?" Cersei's eyes widened. The flames of anger gathered in her eyes as if they would turn into two fire dragons in the next moment, flying out and turning the ungrateful poor knight into ashes.
"Guards, drag this Roaring Queen out!" Cersei shouted.
No one answered.
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