Starting at the Red Fort, follow the main road into Sister Silent Street, and then go straight inside, and at the end of the road is the Dragon's Lair.

A group of six soldiers followed Charles, scanning the area with a little vigilance as they went, lest an assassin or a mob suddenly pop up.

However, they were actually a little worried, although the atmosphere in King's Landing was tense at this time, but it had not yet reached the point of breaking out in broad daylight, and at the same time, few people really remembered the appearance of the Charles, let alone any surprise attack.

The team stopped near the Rhaenys Hill, where the Dragon's Lair was located.

As had happened the last time he had passed by, as he approached the area, a loud voice came from all directions, like a father's majestic admonition, and like a priest's pious prayer.

Charles listened with his ears pricked up for a moment, then turned his horse's head and looked at the zigzag building like a crown on the side hills, and couldn't help but groan slightly.

"It doesn't seem to be an accident, but I seem to have passed by here when I saved Ed, why didn't I hear a sound at that time?"

"What the hell is this?"

"The local gods?"

Secretly confused, he looked around, and after noticing nothing else, he handed his horse over to the care of two guards, and then took the rest of the guards with him and climbed up the ancient staircase at the corner of the hill.

Mysterious places, mysterious sounds, there can be dangers, but also opportunities. Either way, Charles isn't timid at this point – sometimes there are risks and opportunities that go hand in hand, and it's up to you to take them.

"Maybe this might expose me to something deeper in this world?"

After pondering, the team climbed upwards and finally came to the top of the hill that seemed to be dozens of meters high from the ground.

As far as the eye can see, a bulldozed marble plaza comes into view, which, judging by the neat flat surface of some areas and the remaining statues of the gods, may have been in its prime.

But now it is abandoned, garbage is everywhere, statues are dead and mutilated, except for a few corners, the surface of the square is full of potholes.

The main body of the square is like this, and the innermost buildings are also like ruins. It was a large, grotesque structure, with a circular shape and a jagged dome that made it look like a beast with its mouth open and grinning its teeth in the sky.

However, if you look closely, you will find that the "teeth" of the "beast" are actually scattered and incomplete.

This is the dragon's lair in the local population?

Charles looked at the huge building, looking through the open and dilapidated door, and in addition to a few worthless bottles and cans, there were only a few pieces of broken clothes, human excrement, dull and blackened haystacks, and other messy garbage.

"People come here all the time?" There were some scenes inside that made Charles frown, and he couldn't help but look at Plummer who was following him

"Some prostitutes will always go to various remote places to pick up private customers in order not to be taken by the top, and the dragon's lair is a good hiding place."

A knight named Plummer explained with a chuckle.

"Sir Cranston is interested, the prostitutes of Satayana are much prettier than they are, there are local blonde girls, there are free city-states trained from childhood**, there are courtesans cultivated by Braavos, and even the black beauties of the Midsummer Isles; Sataya was one, and her daughter. They use sex as an art, and they're very open when they do it, and it's around here, and it won't be long if you want. ”

"Thank you for your kindness, Sir Plummer." Charles looked away from the dragon's lair and glanced in other directions.

"But I'm not interested in that kind of thing."

"That's a shame."

Sighing regretfully, he hurriedly followed with his guards when he saw Charles walking towards the side of the square.

"What are you looking for?"

"Yes, looking for something, and it has been found." The young man replied.

This intrigued the group of soldiers who followed his buttocks, and as they looked in the direction he was heading, a simple square white house came into view.

"What is this place?" In a strange place, Knight Plummer was slightly wary, and he turned his head to look at a nearby flea nest of guards beside him.

"I don't know, my lord, it's said that there are dragon's ghosts in the dragon's lair, it's very scary, and we don't usually come here." The guard replied.

Hearing this, he carefully looked at the white building, Plummer faded away the joke just now, and stopped Charles with a stern face.

"My lord, please let me go first."

Charles thought for a moment, nodded, and did not refuse his kindness.

So under the leadership of this iron pimple covered in armor, the group finally came to the door of this white house.

The clashing of weapons and the clash of knights' armor as the soldiers walked was so loud that someone came out of the room, an elderly monk dressed in white robes and his hair dishevelled with gray.

"My lords, what can I do?"

His cloudy old eyes tried to open wide, staring at the group of strange visitors, and asked with a trembling voice.

The leading Knight Plummer didn't know what they were doing here, so he turned his head to look at Charles.

The young man then stepped forward and said, "We would like to go in and have a look, please make it easier." ”

"This place is protected by the Church, forgive me for being rude, my lords, no outsiders are allowed to enter this place."

Although it was unclear what Charr was aiming for, it was always right to side with his own people, so Knight Plummer grinned at him.

"If you expect that fat archbishop to protect you, you are very wrong."

The knight patted the long sword pinned to his waist as he spoke, and the meaning was self-evident.

So in the end, the old monk had no choice but to hide aside

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the place where the sages have been sleeping for centuries, please do not damage any of the objects inside, they have prayed for the future of the Seven Kingdoms."

"Don't worry, old man, we won't be interested in dead people's bones...... Well, ahem, maybe. ”

Although he is a knight, Plummer was born as a freelancer, similar to a mercenary, and has a certain respect for the Church of the Seven Gods, but there is not much, so his tone is quite casual, but when he says the last, he seems to remember something, and his expression is a little awkward.

"This is the mausoleum of your church?" Charles asked. In order not to break away from the large army, he deliberately slowed down.

"That's right, St. Kevin, St. Cair, Tuchu the Flame Acolyte, and Aleka the Apologist...... It's all buried here. ”

"Why is it buried next to the Dragon's Lair?"

"Dragon's Lair? Oh, kid, before the Targaryens baked this place with dragon fire, it wasn't a dragon's den, it was a sanctuary. ”

"The Templar?"

"The Church of Sihuai, once the most important place in King's Landing, apart from the Starry Church in Old Town, was the most religious and devout of all, until the cruel Maeg burned it to the ground."

"St. Bellor's Church may be brighter and more prosperous, but the Sihuai Sanctuary is the real episcopal field of the Seven Gods here, and the Starry Sanctuary is not as good as it, they have deviated from the ancient path."

It may have been a long time since anyone came, and the old monk seemed to be a little chattering, but the group did not interrupt him, but listened carefully.

"Why don't you transfer those buried inside to St. Baylor's Church?"

"The sages who died under the dragon's fire will not be willing to be buried in a temple built by the descendants of their sworn enemies, which they will not allow."

"Your doctrine doesn't focus on forgiveness?"

"Forgiveness? Trust me, kid, it wasn't like that at first. ”

……

As if chatting, the group finally passed through the narrow passage and came to a hall located underground.

The surrounding earthen walls are nailed with wooden planks, and the damp smell of the hills makes the air look dreary. Roughly speaking, this hall, like the building above, looks very simple, but you can see from the simple table and chair furnishings, and the owner of the room is still always taking care of and caring for it.

In the depths of the hall is a stone statue with seven sides. Looking behind the statue, you can see stone coffins quietly placed in it through the stone door frame without a door.

Charles felt like the sound he was hearing came from there, though it had disappeared as soon as he stepped inside.

So he couldn't wait to go up.

Seeing this, the old monk hurriedly tugged at the sleeves of Charles' coat. "Kid, stop and don't disturb them."

He looked anxious, but Knight Plummer stepped forward to stop him, and no matter how much the old monk scolded and pushed, he did not move.

He could only watch as Charles stepped into the dead man's sleeping place with a group of guards.

Walking through the stone door, I looked at the gray sarcophagus. From the doorway, spread to the darkness at the end of the room.

Faced with this dense mausoleum of the dead, Charles thought for a moment, turned his head to look at the guards behind him, "Open all their lids." ”

"This ......" One of the guards hesitated, but nodded after being poked by his companion.

"Yes, sir."

So the three soldiers began to commit this "inhumane" blasphemy.

The dull grinding sound sounded one after another, constantly lifting the lid of one sarcophagus after another, and the voice of the old monk scolding in the rear hall could be heard clearly, but at this time Charles could no longer care about such a trivial matter.

Stroll along the gap path separated by the sarcophagus, and look down at the open stone coffins.

One after another, dried corpses wrapped in robes came into view.

Some of the corpses had a serene "demeanor", some had hideous faces, some had "angry eyes", and some had scorched bodies.

They may have been tall and strong, they may be handsome, they may be ordinary, or they may be beautiful, but as the years go by, their originally plump bodies have now become frightening freaks.

[A hideous corpse, dead for no less than 500 years; He may have suffered a tragic fate during his lifetime]

……

[The dried corpse with half of his cheek burned by the flames, who died for no less than 500 years, looks painful]

……

[A dry corpse with a peaceful face, the time of death is not less than 1000 years, he does not seem to be afraid of death]

……

One after the other scanned but found nothing of value, which made Charles wonder if he had found the wrong place.

But in the end, "the hard work paid off", and when he walked to a coffin in the corner, which was no different from other sarcophagi, he finally discovered a special situation.

Like many dried corpses, the dried corpses wrapped in withered white robes right now also clasped their hands to their chests, holding something in their palms.

Most of the corpses before were rotten seven-star scriptures or long swords, but the current one is a scepter.

A not-so-remarkable scepter.

The scepter is made of wood and topped with a cloudy crystal ball with seven "human" motifs faintly appearing.

Heavenly Father, the Virgin, the Warrior, the Maiden, the Blacksmith, the Old Woman, and the Stranger, are regularly distributed, in the form of a seven-pointed star, seven in one, which is the symbol of the seven gods.

In general, the scepter was of little concern, but the hint of the Eye of Knowing made Charles feel confident about it.

[A sacred scepter full of unknown spirituality and power, its history is very long, and it is full of secrets]

[It may have something to do with some existence in this world]