"Ever since the Seven Gods came to life in Andar Mountain, the Staff of Authority has been a symbol of power for the archbishop of the Church."

"With it, archbishops can communicate with the great gods, spread the radiance of the seven gods to his devotees, and with the help of the gods, raise the most tenacious warriors, the wisest nuns, and the most devout knights of oaths."

……

In Prime Minister Tachar's bedroom, the wooden scepter attracted all the attention of the old and the young, and the onion knight on the side felt a little embarrassed, so he asked quite interestingly.

"Maybe I should take a break from it?"

"No, Sir Davos," said the old friar, "you are very devout in the faith of the Seven Gods, and I have great faith in it, so there is no need to shy away from you in these words. As he spoke, he smiled at him, then turned his head and continued to explain:

"It wasn't until the Church clashed with House Targaryen over royal incest customs, and the Order's uprising was suppressed by King Maegor, that the Scepter was hidden by a certain sage and has been missing until now."

"Why didn't you recognize it at the time?" Charles, who was listening, couldn't help but wonder, why didn't he bring up these things when they first met?

"The scepter has been gone for hundreds of years, child." The old monk sighed, "I would not have recognized it if I had not consulted the ancient books, it is so inconspicuous, like an ordinary cane." But we should be thankful for this, which saved it from destruction. ”

"Destruction?"

"With the help of the school, all the power of the church and the books about it were burned down by the Targaryens." The old monk said helplessly: "The scholars were originally the strongest allies of the church, but this time they fell to the conqueror family. ”

Hearing this, Davos on the side couldn't help but say, "Forgive me for being rude, monk, but it is their duty to assist the lord. ”

"Duty? Maybe. The old monk smiled, and did not continue to talk about it, but went on.

"After that catastrophe, most of the Church succumbed to the dragon's fire of the Targaryens, and they disbanded the Knights of the Holy Sword, disbanded the Order of the Knights of the Stars, and volunteered to cooperate in clearing away everything blessed by the gods, and countless people died as a result."

"We are the remnants of the unyielding part, and after the defeat, the sages chose to blend in with the community, into the poor, hiding in the shadows of this huge and tiny city, keeping the last spark alive, but in fact only survived."

"We no longer serve the aristocracy, but instead devote the rest of our lives to the poor, but because of the past, we dare not be too blatant, so we can only do it quietly. We don't know when this hiding will end, but the doctrine cannot be changed, and incest is never permitted. All mortals are equal before the gods, but what about the so-called true dragon descendants? ”

After taking a sip of water, the old monk said in a low voice: "Until the fall of the Targaryen dynasty, we dare to make a big show, King Robert ascended the throne, we thought that there was a bright hope, but unfortunately the contemporary archbishop is no different from those decadent aristocrats, and uses the church as a tool for profit." He is no longer worthy to be a spokesman for the Seven Gods. ”

The old monk's expression was calm when he said this, but the hatred in his tone was very obvious.

Charles didn't know much about this, so instead of commenting, Davos coughed dryly, looking slightly embarrassed, but he thought so.

There was silence for a moment, and then Charles looked down at the scepter in his hand.

"So, this thing is actually a godsend?"

"I don't know," the old friar sighed, "that was thousands of years ago, and if the Church hadn't endured that catastrophe, perhaps there might have been a record of it." ”

"But that's not the point, kid," he said, glaring at Charles, "since you can find it and get its approval, you are destined to be the best candidate for the archbishop of the church, come with me and do what you have to do." ”

"I'm sorry," Charles shook his head at the old monk's disappointed gaze, "I'm still saying that about your proposal. ”

Hearing this, the old monk's expression was gloomy, but immediately after the other party's words, his expression was lifted again.

"But I'm interested in the abilities that this scepter contains."

As he spoke, the young man looked down at the palm of his left hand.

……

A long day of rain washed away the impetuous atmosphere, and in the early morning mist, the camps around King's Landing began to "wake up"

Because there were so many people, the logistics staff in charge of the food had to take turns to rest, and the green smoke in the kitchen never stopped, preparing food for the soldiers and southern lords 24 hours a day.

Under the muddy roads of the camp, the soldiers on duty at night crossed with the soldiers who had just risen in the morning and returned to their respective quarters, while the knights and nobles put on their armor and clothes under the service of their attendants, and walked out of their tents to inspect the camp, and the armor cloth embroidered with their respective family crests made them look so noble and proud.

"It's a beautiful sight."

Looking at the city at the end of the spectrum, a handsome brown-haired young man standing at the door of the tent sighed.

"Stinky and stinky, what's the beauty to speak of?" Another dark-haired peer in the tent responded, looking at a woman who was bending over to put on her armor.

"If you want to talk about chaos, it's the first in the Seven Kingdoms."

"Brienne, did you say?"

"Hug, I'm sorry Your Majesty, I've never been to King's Landing." The woman named Brienne whispered in a slightly nervous voice.

She was very tall, much more athletic than even the average man, and had beautiful blue eyes, which would surely have been thought to be a great beauty by looking at her.

It's just that the buck teeth and bald forehead, freckled cheeks and short straw-like light yellow hair make her look beautiful at all, and with the flat appearance on her chest, it is estimated that no one will look at her as a woman.

"I'm talking about the rainbow, Your Majesty." The young man standing at the door took over the conversation, took a deep breath of the morning air, and then chanted a verse.

"Look at that, the light of the seven colors in the sky, that is the divine blessing shed by the seven gods, mortals have no way of knowing, they are ......"

After the rain had passed, there was indeed a rainbow in King's Landing, and the bright sky was unusually beautiful, looking down on the low city below, like the strong taking pity on the lowly below.

Doesn't it match their title of Rainbow Seven Guards?

"When are we going to attack the city, Your Majesty?" After he finished sighing, he couldn't help but ask.

"What? My Loras Knight can't wait? The dark-haired youth in the tent chuckled.

"Of course, I want to make a contribution to Your Majesty earlier." The young man named Loras said, his gaze deep at the black-haired youth.

"Even if your brother Stannis hides behind the city walls and can't shrink back, I'm sure we'll be victorious, and the rainbow can be a witness!"

"Of course, I believe that too." The black-haired youth nodded, "But if there's an easier way, why should we storm it?" ”

"Simpler?"

"Trust me, Knight of Loras, I have many allies in King's Landing." The black-haired youth smiled, "And they promised a long time ago that they would dedicate the entire city to me without me losing a single soldier." ”

"Forgive me for my presumptuousness, Your Majesty, I don't believe in such a thing."

"I don't believe it either, but I've been waiting for so long anyway, so why not wait a little longer?"

……

As he spoke, the knightess named Brienne smoothed out the last trimmed sleeve of her robe, and after glancing at the handsome young king in the mirror, she hurriedly lowered her head again for fear of being discovered.

"It's all right, Your Majesty."

"Thank you, Brienne." The black-haired young man bowed his head and thanked him, then shifted his gaze to the young man at the door again, glanced up and down, and said meaningfully: "But even if they tell a lie, I believe that my Miss Brienne and the brave Knight of the Hundred Flowers will snatch the iron chair for me, I firmly believe that." ”

These words seemed to touch the young man's chord, and Loras couldn't help but take a few steps towards him.

"I am convinced, Your Majesty."

The two looked at each other quietly for a long time, and finally smiled at each other.