The house in the depths of the flea nest has recently become the liveliest place in King's Landing, and every day from morning to night, no matter what time of day, you can see a long queue of people, from the inside to the outside, with no end in sight.

One by one, taller than shorter, old and younger, King's Landing stepped in expectantly, and departed with joy and joy—word of mouth had already spread its fame.

In the courtyard, pure light appeared one after another, yellow, red, blue, and green, depending on the god of prayer......

The seven gods are not seven gods, but the seven faces of one god, the seven-pointed star is the symbolic pattern of this church, and the number seven is the auspicious number for the followers of the seven gods.

Because of what he had done at this time, Charles took the time to look at the Seven Stars Bible and learned something about it.

"Sir, take a break."

Constantly driving between the scepters, a young sparrow beside him whispered a reverent proposal.

"No, you don't." The young man replied, again and again, staring at the expectant cheeks in front of him, and seemed to have a faint understanding of the thing of faith.

Firmly believe, look up to ...... Faith is in the heart, and the power of the scepter seems to depend on it.

The scepter has seven abilities, which can grant health, strength, courage, charisma, wisdom......

This seems to vaguely correspond to the yearning mentality of human beings for certain beautiful things.

Relying on his energetic physique, he also has much more physical strength than normal people, and he usually sleeps for four or five hours. So after spell learning hit a "bottleneck", he spent most of his time here, on exploring the scepter.

Because of this, he has a certain understanding of the inside and outside of this scepter.

First of all, it cannot be applied to targets that do not believe in the Seven Gods.

Therefore, Charles has speculated about its essence.

Its power lies in the heart.

Only when you are completely open to the Seven Gods and firmly believe that the Seven Gods can "heal" yourself will the goal be healed.

The same goes for other abilities.

Under this kind of restriction, some sneaky and confused people can only return disappointed

And its real effect is actually not so great, a bit like psychological suggestion or something.

For example, a girl who is one of the seven gods can give people charm, which is not really given, but rather like making the target full of confidence.

The women who have been given this ability have not changed their appearance, but their mental outlook has changed greatly.

Of course, there is more than that, these people seem to others to be only slightly cheerful, but in the eyes of their sweethearts in their prayers, they are very different.

In short, it's a lot of glamour.

From this, another rule is extended - if the sweetheart does not believe in the seven gods, then the effect is worrying.

The same is true of giving wisdom and health, the former making people feel that they have become wiser and their brains are spinning faster.

The latter deceives the senses, causing people to react positively and ignore illness, to have an appetite for food, and in the long run, to become naturally strong.

The same is true for judging mortals, under the shroud of divine light, the target who really commits the crime will be full of various emotions such as cowardice and self-blame, the weak-willed will directly confess their guilt, and the strong-willed will have a nervous breakdown if they can't say a few words.

This ability is not limited to the followers of the Seven Gods, but is more like imposing a special state of mind or something.

……

"So in a sense, these things are not so much miracles as witchcraft that plays with people's hearts."

It's hard to say how effective that suggestion might be, but at least it seems mysterious.

Secretly thinking, Charles thought of something else.

The Stranger and the Virgin.

The former had never been understood, because no one had ever prayed to a stranger—who would pray to a Grim Reaper?

Pray that you will die sooner?

And the latter, it seems, involves the deeper abilities of the scepter.

Our Lady's healing ability was originally created by Charles who had to assist him in his purification spell, but since then, this ability has been completely unsupported, just like the others - of course, the effect is to heal minor injuries and relieve pain, like what kind of beheading is attached is pure nonsense.

Why the spell was not needed later, Charles did not know, he only knew that the "strength" of the scepter was gradually getting stronger.

Because of the power of faith? Or something else?

What is the merit?

With no one to explain to him, Charles was obsessed with researching the subject, but had no clue about it, so much so that he forgot to sleep or eat.

Naturally, others don't know this, they just think that Charles is working tirelessly to help more people.

As a result, the gray robes around him, who had been worshipping abnormally because of this god-like method, became even more fanatical about him.

It's just that how could they know that after encountering a "bottleneck" that cannot be solved in a short time, Charles is already planning to leave here?

……

After "hinting" at the radiant appearance of a middle-aged woman with a garlic-nosed pockmarked face, he looked up at the sky that had begun to set in the west, and Charles signaled that the gray robe beside him was over—he had been here for a night and a half.

Then, under the reluctant gaze of a large number of people, he stepped into the house deep in the house.

The old monk was muttering prayers on the wall of a house depicting the frescoes of the seven gods; This old man became a teacher in his youth, and spent decades dedicating his life to helping the poor, and he had no name, or rather, he abandoned his previous name, and people only called him monk or monk sparrow,

But the gray robes in the courtyard are also called sparrows, so in general, people add an extra syllable to this person.

Cannabis sparrows.

Entering the room, before Charles could speak, the Sparrow turned to look at him.

"You're leaving?"

The old monk asked, but looked affirmative.

"Did I say that?" Charles was a little surprised. This is obviously different from the red-robed female type, how can she be unpredictable?

The old monk shook his head: "You should belong here, but you are not willing to belong here, I try not to think about it, but my eyes are still healthy, and it can't deceive me." ”

"Okay." Charles shrugged his shoulders and said, "Thank you for taking care of me during this time. ”

"I should thank you, child, that we don't have any titles, just wretched creatures who live in the shadows. But you treat us the same way you treat the nobles, and I can feel that it is not a disguise or that kind of mercy from above. Perhaps only you, the emissary of the Seven Gods, who are not of the ordinary world, have such a mentality. ”

As he spoke, he frowned slightly: "But I can't believe why people with this kind of literacy would abandon us." You have the ability to help more people, you have the ability, but you don't want to do it. ”

"Everyone has something to do, and mine isn't here." Charles replied.

"Can't you see the faces full of pain? Don't you feel that this sad world needs you so much? When he said this, the old monk was a little excited, and there was a tone of hatred in his words.

Charles was tempted to say that these big truths had no effect on him, but he hesitated to say them.

Thinking back to what I have seen and heard for a while, the admiration from the heart and the smiling faces.

The children's milky calls, and the shyness of the girls offering all kinds of flowers.

The many young sparrows who rushed to block the knife for him when they were in danger, and the hard look of the old man in front of him who gave up his only privileged single room to himself when the Crimson Fort was closed at night and could not return......

All of this has become a kind of obstacle for him to speak.

"Should I really leave?"

Pondering, Charles's face was a little cloudy.

The chaotic thoughts were full of confusion and confusion, but when he thought of his goal, all the pictures suddenly turned into a blur.

"A lot of people try to define me as who I should be, or what they want me to be," he said. ”

"But I am who I am."

As if to arouse some kind of emotion, Charles suddenly smiled: "I will feel guilty, chagrined, and dazed for doing something wrong." I will be happy, nostalgic, reluctant, and complacent when I do good deeds, but what are these emotions in front of the goal? ”

"So I'm used to ignoring them."

"Sometimes the ending doesn't mean the end is good, kid, some things are far more important than the so-called goals of the individual." The old monk shook his head.

Charles was noncommittal. "Maybe, but does it end well? That's my business. ”

"Goodbye."

With that, he turned away without hesitation.

Quietly watching his departing back, the sparrow sighed dejectedly.

……

The monk was sad about this, but how could Charles feel better?

It feels good to be admired, but the dark arts are so disgusting in comparison.

Playing with corpses, playing with souls, enduring nausea to pull some kind of organ out of the corpse's head, the tip of the nose stinking with the stench of organs, and forcing himself to stare at the wet puddle in his hand and chatter.

Endured the nausea and called out a miserable white dry bone from the bloody corpse, and wondered all the time if this thing would suddenly remember the memories of his life, and then stabbed himself in the back angrily.

Despite the screams of the poor creatures who turned him into a dried corpse, although in a sense they deserved it, it was not enough to die that miserable death.

Crush, wear out, and transform groups of souls that still have wisdom, and then paste their brains on "themselves".

He seems to be full of greatness because of this, but what is the price of?

Dirty, evil, disgusting!

If there was a choice, who would practice this spell?

Charles didn't have a choice.

He was not given a choice in the first place, and now, there is no turning back.

The scepter is miraculous at the moment, but its effect is limited, and it is ultimately a foreign object.

He can rely on this thing to "run amok" for a while, but he can't really improve himself.

The Church Magic of the Overworld was a good choice, but he had already started practicing dark arts when he joined, and the high exchange "fees" were also daunting.

Necromancy, or the identity of a dark wizard, allows him to quickly increase his ability to protect himself.

So those words were addressed both to the sparrow and to himself.

Coming to this strange world, he has only one goal, to return home.

How to get home?

He didn't know, but there was always a good way to improve himself - to stay here would be a waste of time, relatively speaking.

What's at home?

Charles didn't know, but he knew at least one thing, and when he got back, he wouldn't be as alone as he was now.

……

He made a choice, and his determination was even greater, but his mood became very unpleasant because of it, and when he entered the Red Keep and walked down a certain road back to the Prime Minister's Tower, his dullness quickly turned to anger.

A group of soldiers quickly surrounded him as he walked into the corner, and a knight in armor stepped forward, his voice trembling but resolute and shouting at him:

"Murder, trouble, sorcery, desecration...... By order of His Majesty Stannis, Dark Wizard Christopher Christopher, you are about to be put on trial! ”