The rain crackled against the glass windows, and a large army of shadows encamped around King's Landing, the water hazy like a silent dormant beast, or a black torrent about to flood the world.

On a rainy day, King's Landing was hazy and fresh, and the rain that came from the storm weighed down all the impetuosity and filth, as if the ancient city had been washed away from the dust, revealing the lead that it should have been.

Charles sat at his desk not far from the window, sketching on paper that did not belong to this era, and occasionally turned his head to look at the open white booklet beside him.

Strangely shaped, tiny black characters emerge from the tip of the quill pen, dipped in ink and scattered, giving a hint of ink.

The sky was so cloudy that time was imperceptible, and after a long time, Charles put down his pen, then picked up the paper, glanced at the secret text he had just written, and sighed softly.

"It's not so much a magic array as a spell."

He muttered, wrapping three pieces of paper around the three diamond-shaped black crystals one after the other, and then the spell in his mouth opened and closed.

Compared to necromancy or divine spells, the tone of his voice at this time was neither grand nor gloomy, but rather had a feeling of enthusiasm, like a person chattering excitedly. It's just that there was no one else in the room but him at this time, so there was no way to hear this special tone.

As the spell continued to emerge, the paper wrapped in the hedron automatically ignited, and the gray smoke rose with the burning sound, and the black words clinged to the respective hedrons, leaving a deep imprint on them.

After the inscription was completed, everything returned to normal.

Reaching out and moving the three "obsidians" that were still exuding bursts of hot heat in the shape of a triangle, he then picked up a white candle prepared next to him, lit it with flint, looked at the shaking orange flame, and then placed the whole candle in the center of the triangle.

Suddenly, the yellow flame that had just been lit was extinguished.

Fire Protection Enchantment.

A special "spell" obtained by exchanging 10 dragon crystals.

At that time, the black fat man gave him three choices, thunder, storm, and fire.

Thunder, storm, these two are usually not used, and the flame protection is a bit useful, of course, this is also relatively speaking, the flame, Charles actually can't think of what it can do, but it's better than nothing

But now that he has learned it, what else can he do next?

He couldn't help but look out the window again.

The number of troops from the south is said to be 100,000, and the army stationed in King's Landing at this time is only about 30,000, and this has to count the golden robes who should belong to the amateur ranks.

There is a huge disparity in troops, but the offense and defense have their own advantages and disadvantages, and it seems that there will be a bloody battle, but surprisingly, Lan Li. When Baratheon's army arrived, they did not directly begin to attack the city, nor did they make any other moves, but were quietly stationed outside the city, and they had been surrounding it for several days.

The bald king Stannis once went out of the city to negotiate a meeting with his younger brother Lan Li, but it seemed to be quite unpleasant, and it was not clear what the remembered faggot king outside the city said, anyway, I heard that Stannis's face was gloomy after he returned, as if he was about to drip.

In King's Landing, the pace of this time was even faster than before, the port, the city walls, and the royal forest outside the city were ......, the army was constantly mobilized, the noble knights were busy, and even Ed began to participate in combat meetings from morning to night.

"What the hell is Lan Li waiting for?"

This is the doubt in everyone's heart.

The same is true for Charles, who may not be able to get involved, but the current war has a little to do with his fate - at least, everything is good if he wins, and he has to think about how to escape if he loses.

Therefore, he desperately hopes that the war will start as soon as possible, so that the results can be obtained as soon as possible, of course, this is not unrelated to the ability he has to "fight monsters and upgrade", and he wants to fish in troubled waters.

However, before the war could be fought, Charles ushered in an uninvited guest.

……

"Sir Seaworth?"

When he opened the door at the knock, he saw a simplely dressed bearded knight, with ordinary appearance, gloves on his hands all the year round, and a pair of bright brown eyes looking at him.

It's just that this person is usually a little wary of Charles's attitude, except for the last time he sent the spars, but he has never been looking for him.

Right now......

Before the person in front of him opened his mouth to answer, a message came from the side.

"I begged Lord Davos to come to you, kid."

The flat voice was a little old, and when he turned his head, an emaciated old monk wearing a gray wool tunic came into view.

Gray-haired, barefoot, with a wrinkled face, tall and thin, the arrival of this man made Charf can't help but look at the Onion Knight.

"I grew up in a flea nest." He shrugged his shoulders as a result.

"Okay." Charles was relieved, then looked at the old monk and asked, "You have something to do with me?" ”

This was the old monk he had seen with the guidance after he had taken the scepter. At that time, because he was afraid of trouble, Charles didn't say anything to him and flashed decisively, and now he was actively approached?

"There's always a cold wind blowing in the corridors of the Prime Minister's Tower, my lord." But before he could respond, Davos took over in a humorous tone: "Please forgive me for being a little rheumatism, so...... Can we go in and talk about it? ”

He said so, and Charles couldn't say no, so he turned sideways, and the two of them walked into the room.

After a little look, the gray-robed old man said succinctly: "I have inquired about you, child, you fell from the sky two months ago. ”

"That's right, it ended up on a golden retriever." Charles's face was calm, and he motioned for the two to take their seats as he spoke, and then he picked up the teapot and poured two cups of black tea for them.

"There's no servant to serve here?" Looking at the silver cup that was poured by the wizard's own hands, the Onion Knight was quite strange about this.

"Servant? Trembling can't do anything, but it makes people's eyelids jump. Charles said disapprehantly.

In fact, it was because he often practiced spells, and it was too much of an eyesore to have servants here.

Of course, he said that the reason is also one of them.

The old monk had been quietly watching Charles, and when he saw him seated, he whispered, "Gods should not have all the desires of mortals, so you can't be a true god." ”

"I guess that's the case." Charles shrugged, "So what are you looking for me?" ”

"Maybe you've forgotten your mission."

"Mission?"

"You are not a god, but you must have a great connection with Him. The seven gods chose you, and there must be a reason why He did it, but you don't know anything about it. The old monk said earnestly, "You should come with me, child, and follow me to do what you have to do." ”

"You're not the first to speak to me in that tone." Charles shook his head with a smirk, "But I'm sorry, I'm not interested in your gods and all sorts of rules. ”

"Trust me, kid, you'll be sublimated after that."

"Thank you, but I think it's good now, I don't need any spiritual baptism"

"No, it's not the heart."

As he spoke, seeing that Charles looked disapproving, he sighed: "Please take a good look, child." ”

As he spoke, he didn't wait for Charles to react, when he pulled out a dagger from his cuff. Then, under Charles' wary gaze, he suddenly turned the tip of the dagger and stabbed it into his shoulder.

Then he began to kneel and pray.

"What are you doing?" Charles was stunned, did this old man believe in religion and demons?

Davos, who was quietly watching the play, was also stunned by this, staring at the dagger on the old monk's shoulder that had sunk through the gray robe, and the bright red blood that slowly flowed out, and was a little hesitant whether he should go up to help treat the wound.

It's just that none of them got a response.

The gray-robed monk who had stabbed himself with a dagger began to kneel on the ground and pray, ignoring foreign affairs.

"O Merciful Mother, please lower your merciful gaze and look upon the poor believer, and help the believer to resist the pain of the sword, please ......"

As he whispered a prayer, a warm sensation emanated from Charles' left palm, and he looked down to see a seven-pointed star faintly emerging.

At the same time, the scepter, which he was still in the corner of the room, began to shake slightly.

Charles caught this out of the corner of his eye, picked it up, looked at the old man kneeling on the ground, and then looked at the scepter in his hand, and secretly guessed, so after thinking for a moment, he recited a spell.

A subtle milky white glow then appeared on the surface of the scepter's crystal ball, but unlike the previous light emitted on the dragon's lair, this light seemed to be more "real", scattered like powder, and after appearing on the surface of the crystal, it began to float and sprinkle on the ground, and melt into the deep floor.

Looking at this phenomenon, and then at the old monk kneeling on the floor of the room, Charles had a faint understanding.

So he swung his scepter and sprinkled this power on the old man's shoulder, the light particles attached to the surface of the wound and the dagger all over the body, and the dagger that was visible to the naked eye was slowly squeezed out, and finally fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

However, the wound blocked by the dagger did not spill blood, but gradually gathered, and finally there was no trace of injury except for blood stains and broken gray robes.

The onion knight, who had always been calm and introverted, unconsciously opened his mouth wide, and the gray-robed old monk was full of joy.

"Prayer will be answered. This is indeed the case according to the ancient books! ”

It turned out that he was not sure.

Charles looked down at the scepter in his hand, and then at the faint lines that quietly appeared in the seven-pointed star in his palm, and couldn't help but fall into thought.

"Prayer will be answered?"

"It's ...... What the? ”

"It's the Staff of Authority, yes, it's it, the most important thing the Church of the Seven has ever been."