Randall murmured, "Trainee Holy Knights only have one Level Zero Divine Art slot. Level one Holy Knights get a Specialty Divine Art.
After that, every Divine Art you get will be promoted by half a level. Every time you level up, you will get a Specialty Divine Art.
I have six Divine Arts, three of which are Specialty Divine Arts, so I am a Level Three Grand Knight. "
"How do you classify the professions?" Jon asked curiously.
Hearing this question, Randall immediately found the answer in his mind.
"Piety, understanding of the doctrine, practice of the doctrine, and contributions to the world," he murmured.
It seemed that the Holy Mother had sealed a memory that did not belong to him in a remote corner of his sea of memories. He needed to find it slowly, or the outside world would trigger one of the memories.
Just like how the Holy Mother Danny taught the Big Sparrow and Saint Matthew, the introduction of the Holy Knights was also stored in Randall's mind.
Because she was worried that the extra information would confuse the believers' memories, she burned it in the "blank edge of the hard disk."
Well, it was far away from the normal memory area.
This would not affect his original memory, but there was a side effect of not being able to notice the information at once.
After digesting the memory in his mind, Randall said, "Pious believers of the Seven Gods, or one of the Seven Gods. For example, I believe in the Warriors.
Not only do they have to understand the doctrine, but they also have to recognize the doctrine from the bottom of their hearts and use the doctrine as the standard of conduct.
Contributing to the world is doing things that are beneficial to the people, society, and the world.
Combining the above, this is the standard of the Holy Mother's grace. "
"Uh, beneficial to the people, society, and the world …" Randall was embarrassed and said, "I thought it was a contribution to the church."
"The essence of the Seven Gods' doctrine is to let the human mind and soul evolve in a more perfect direction, making the world a better place." Randall repeated what Saint Matthew taught him.
"Isn't killing the Other Ghosts good for the world?" he continued.
"That makes sense." Jon nodded thoughtfully.
"I only know Holy Light and Holy Healing, but I have never heard of the others. Count Randall, can you tell me more about them? For example, the Holy Fire. "Bronze Jon asked curiously.
Randall frowned and was a little unwilling.
But when he turned his head around, he saw all the newly promoted Holy Knights looking at him eagerly, so he couldn't refuse.
"The Sacred Flame Technique is a blacksmith's flame. It can be attached to weapons and deal great damage to evil beings." He said.
"Is it the same as Melisandre's weapon enchanted with fire?" Bronze Jon asked immediately.
"It should be slightly stronger than the red-robed woman's sorcery. The holy fire can burn away the enemy's weapons and armor," Randolph said.
"Ah!" The surrounding people couldn't help but exclaim.
Jon was very suspicious, Bronze Yohn was skeptical, and even Blue Dao himself was uncertain.
"Why don't you demonstrate it for us, Count?" Jon urged.
Lan Dao's heart was restless. His hands were itching, but he still kept a straight face and refused, "How can you show off your divine arts in public?"
"Only by understanding every bit of your strength can you use it better. This is the basic knowledge in knight training," Bronze Yohn said confidently.
"Hmm, what you said makes sense. However, we can't do it here. Let's go to the Templar Training Grounds!" Randolph said hesitantly.
Thus, the group left the Training Grounds noisily.
In the wide training grounds, Randolph held a sword in each hand.
"Blacksmith, please bless me!" He chanted an incantation, and a golden flame rune flashed between his eyebrows. Then, "Boom!"
The sword in his left hand burned with a circle of white-gold flames.
Then, everyone was shocked. The sword quickly turned red. Before Lan Dao could swing it, the tip of the sword melted, dripping with dark red liquid.
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle …" Wisps of steam rose from the ground due to the heat.
The exhausted Divine Power also woke up the knight from his stupor.
"Sorry, I didn't control my strength well." Lan Dao dispelled the holy fire and threw away the burning sword. He was more excited than embarrassed, "Blacksmith, the holy fire is so strong! Looks like I have to practice more in the future. Otherwise, I will destroy my sword before I hurt the enemy. "
"Blacksmith, it can actually melt metal." Bronze Yohn was shocked.
"Specialty divine arts, Strength Art, Physical Art, Warrior's Sword, I can't demonstrate them. I used up all my divine power just now." Lan Dao frowned.
"Blacksmith, you used a lot of holy fire?" Jon asked.
"I didn't control it well. I used up all my divine power and burned the sword," Lan Dao said.
"Strength Art increases strength, Physical Art increases stamina. What about Warrior's Sword?" Jon asked curiously.
"Warrior's Sword can provide a lot of sword experience and help me increase the level of my sword skills."
At this point, Lan Dao, who always had a serious expression, couldn't help but look regretful, "If I could get the specialty 'Warrior's Sword' when I was young, I might have reached Arthur Dane's level of swordsmanship."
Soon, Lan Dao Tully left. He had to go to the Holy Church to pray to the Holy Mother. After he left, the crowd dispersed.
.....
"Count Yohn, don't you think that the Church of the Seven Gods has changed a lot in the past two years … It's like a different church?" On the way back, Jon asked hesitantly.
"There were no miracles before, but now miracles are appearing every day. It's said that it's because of the Great Guardian of Light.
The Megalosaurus is a magic conduit that connects the world of mortals and gods, "Bronze Yohn relayed the explanation he heard from the monks.
"It's not just miracles. The doctrine and system have changed a lot. There weren't priests, winged dragon knights, or demon-hunting knights before," Jon's eyes flashed and said softly, "It's like a different Church of the Seven Gods."
Bronze Yohn was like a dragon whose tail had been stepped on. He roared angrily, "Blasphemy, Jon Stark, you're blaspheming the gods! I'm going to report you to the church. “
The people of King's Landing on both sides of the street looked over coldly.
Jon was embarrassed and a little angry. He growled, "Count, don't forget that you're wearing the skin of the Blazing Red Heart!"
Bronze Yohn looked at himself subconsciously. He sighed in relief when he saw that there was no sign of the Blazing Red Heart on him. However, he regained his rationality and stopped yelling angrily.
"Sigh, you're stabbing me in the heart!" He lamented, "I don't want to pledge my loyalty to Stannis either. If the warriors of the valley can return home safely, I'm willing to follow Randolph Tarry's example. I'll leave the title to my son, wear the colorful cape, and serve the Seven Gods for the rest of my life."
"The Iron Throne, we found the Iron Throne!"
Jon was about to comfort the old knight when a loud knight shouted excitedly from the front.
It was a real Knight of the Blazing Red Heart.
Uh, no …
When Jon walked up and saw the knight's face, he realized that it was the pockmarked knight, Richard.
"Your Majesty Stannis, we found the Iron Throne. It flew to the flea's nest."
Sir Richard ran out of the slums that had been burned to the ground. He jumped on his horse and galloped towards the city gate. As he ran, he shouted Erlu's name.
Jon stopped and looked around. The streets were a mess, filled with charred trash and smelly black water. The shops on both sides of the street were only charred ruins.
Slums with numb expressions and tattered clothes were looking for valuables in the ruins.
This was the King's Landing's famous place of slums, the flea's nest.
"Your Majesty!" Erlu strode over with a group of people. Jon and Jon immediately saluted him.
Erlu was very excited. His face, which had always been as pale as a corpse, was now glowing with the red light of a living person.
He nodded casually at his two followers' greetings and said, "Richard has found the missing Iron Throne. Come and take a look."
Jon nodded nonchalantly and joined Erlu's group.
After the Red Keep was blown away by hundreds of tons of wildfire, the Blazing Red Heart Knights went to investigate the ruins. They found the throne room where the king held court, but they didn't find the iron chair that represented the supreme power of the Seven Kingdoms in the pile of broken tiles that once formed the throne room.
When Aegon conquered the Westeros, he required every noble of the Seven Kingdoms to hand over their sword.
There were more than a thousand swords in total.
Black Death Bellerion's dragon flames first melted it into shape. Then, a blacksmith spent 59 days carving it before it was completed.
The Iron Throne weighed three tons and was five meters tall. It was covered in spikes, sharp horns, and twisted blades. There were also many spikes on the back of the chair. Sitting on it would only make one feel uncomfortable. Even twisting one's butt could hurt one's body, much less the back.
Aegon the Conqueror had deliberately designed it this way.
He believed that the king shouldn't sit too comfortably. He had to be as wary of his throne as the chair.
The Iron Throne was to Westeros what the Jade Annulus of He was to China.
Erlu could give up the Red Keep, but if he still wanted to be the legitimate king of the Seven Kingdoms, it was best for him to sit on the iron chair.
"Seven Gods above, from the Red Keep to the Flea's Nest, it flew at least five kilometers. How heavy is that iron chair? How did you do it?" Justin exclaimed.
The short and stout Knight Song Ge said disapprovingly, "Last night, when I was defending against the ghouls at the Gate of All Gods in the west, I saw a twisted skull on the road.
It was the skull of the Targaryen Megalosaurus. It flew out of the Red Keep and flew more than ten kilometers. "
"The explosion last night was too terrifying. The foundation of the Red Keep was lifted. No matter how heavy the Iron Throne is, can it be heavier than the Red Keep itself?" Richard Pockmarked said in fear.
"Hey, King, do you want some brown soup?" As soon as they turned into a narrow alley with flowing sewage, a rough and loud voice greeted them jokingly.
Erlu turned his head and saw an open thatched shed at the intersection of unpaved slabs. In the shed, there was a large iron pot with a diameter of two meters. White steam and a strange sweet smell of meat came out of the pot.
Two big men stood on the wooden table next to the boiler, holding spades. They were shoveling the food in the pot while looking at them with a smile.
The tall and thin man with a square face was an acquaintance of the Dragon Queen, Stryker.
Around the intersection, the houses were close together like sardines. At this time, they were all burned black and broken. People with disheveled hair and dirty faces crowded in the broken houses with collapsed courtyard walls, snuggling together for warmth and waiting for the brown soup to cook.
At this time, when they heard the sound of people outside, they looked over with their clear eyes.
The resentment and fear in their eyes were almost as much.
Hundreds of eyes, densely packed, seemed to grow on the body of a giant monster.
He didn't know what Erlu felt, but Jon's scalp tingled and his palms were sweating. He couldn't wait to turn around and leave.
"Thanks to the king's blessing, the food has been particularly sumptuous in the past few days. Why don't you come and enjoy with the people?" Stryker laughed.
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