"O Holy Mother of Mercy, I beg you to come and bless the many children who live in this city, who have been exploited by nobles and who have been forced to endure the ravages of war, O Holy Mother of Mercy, ...... you"

……

Holding the scepter in his hand, a long prayer faintly appeared in his ear, and the voice seemed to be an elderly man, but if he turned his head and looked around, he could not see the existence of the owner of the voice, as if it was a hallucination that appeared out of thin air.

But Charles knew it wasn't an illusion, but the scepter.

Yes, the sound was due to the scepter, for as soon as Charles let go of the scepter, the sound would disappear, and it would be clenched again and again—from all directions, just as it had been heard not long ago.

But it was the voice of God that appeared at that time, and now it is indeed the prayer of men.

……

"I ask the warriors to give the children the courage to be fearless, please let the children not be afraid of any harm and suffering, please let them be strong through the difficulties, please let them ......"

……

Leaving the dragon's lair, walking quickly on the street, the sound constantly lingered around his body, and an inexplicable attraction appeared in the bottom of his heart.

Obviously very unfamiliar with the city, Charles seems to have lived here for many years, constantly walking through it, coming to Flour Street, passing through houses and shops, flashing passers-by and street scenes with different appearances, and turning into the flea nest residential area.

Eventually, he slowed down in a dirty living area.

Dirty gray and blackened shacks were tied with ropes to the alleys, and narrow shops opened their doors in the alleys, blacksmiths, canteens, taverns, brothels, ......

Someone in disheveled clothes and bare feet walked by, each with a wary or disgusting look at the Charles.

……

"The faithful pray that the maidens will bless the beautiful flowers of the city that have not yet grown, please protect them from rape, please bless them with the purity of their hearts, please protect them from the disasters that life brings, and prepare them to nurture hope for the future......"

……

The muddy and smelly streets beneath his feet, smelling worse than the rest of King's Landing, and walking through what appeared to be a slum area, Charles even saw a pigsty next to a small brown soup shop......

This is a dirty, chaotic and dark area, and it is also an intricate "illegal building complex". The alleys crisscrossed were cramped or crooked, and the surrounding area was full of brown and yellow mud houses, some with only one storey, some with two floors, but at most no more than three storeys.

……

"Ask the old woman to guide the lowly believers, please use your wisdom to guide the believers to find a path of light, please ......"

……

The lack of regular construction makes this place seem like a labyrinth, and the Plummer Knight, who has been in King's Landing for a long time, follows the footsteps of the Charles, but he is already dazed, and he keeps asking a flea nest-born guard beside him.

Charles, who are not from King's Landing, are unusually familiar with this place, and as they continue to rush with inexplicable guidance, their goal is very clear.

……

"Pray that the blacksmith will bless the good, please bless them with good health, please ......"

……

"My lord, where are you going?" As he hurried along, seeing that the young man's footsteps were becoming more and more hurried, Knight Plummer couldn't help but wonder.

Without replying, Charles walked briskly, as if his ears were oblivious to foreign affairs, or rather attracted to other things.

Didn't hear?

Secretly wondering, Knight Plummer was just about to ask again, when the young man walking in front suddenly stopped.

It was a bit abrupt, and Plummer almost hit him in the back without braking, but fortunately Charles noticed something behind him and moved his footsteps, otherwise he would have crashed.

This caused the knight to wipe his sweat, and then he curiously looked at the environment where Charles had stopped, and found that there was nothing special about him.

It's still narrow and smelly, but the dirt in the vicinity seems to be a little drier, and if you look closely, you can see traces of someone deliberately trimming it.

"The owner of this place is quite clean."

The knight commented, but still wondered what the hell the man in front of him was trying to do.

……

For others, there is naturally nothing special here, but for Charles, it is very different, because the voice of prayer that seems to be a hallucination in the ears is now here, and it has appeared in reality.

……

"Ask the stranger to guide the believer away from death, please bless the homeless......"

The old voice that passed through the door was a little dull and hazy, and it seemed to be different from what I had heard, but the piety contained in it was exactly the same.

Charles listened quietly for a moment, then reached out and knocked on the door, only to be knocked open.

His face was stunned, and then he stepped in, and the hazy voice in his ears was clear, and as far as the eye could see, there was a neat house behind the door, which seemed quite dry compared to the alley road outside the door that was ravaged by stinky ditches.

At this time, there was a group of people in gray robes in the courtyard, barefoot and naked, silently surrounding an old man who was also dressed in gray robes and had a thin figure.

They watched intently as the old man knelt on the ground and prayed continuously, either following silently with his mouth open and closed, or with his hands clasped to his chest with devotion and sincerity.

However, when Charles pushed the door open, everyone's "movements" were suddenly interrupted, and their eyes were shifted.

For this group of people who suddenly broke in, the gray-robed people were puzzled at first, and then they were vigilant and realized that the arrivals were beautifully dressed and followed by guards, and they were even more faintly repulsed.

It's just that these people seem to be very disciplined, and although they show disgust, they are not the slightest bit aggressive, only a middle-aged gray robe walked over gently and asked in a low voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, is there anything you need help with?"

Charles motioned to Knight Plummer to deal with him, and he himself stepped up to the old man.

Some people were a little nervous because of this, while others couldn't help but take a few steps closer, for fear that this young guy was plotting against him.

In any case, they did not make much noise so as not to disturb the prayers of the old friar.

"Believers ask for a just judgment from the Father, please let justice come to this city, please punish those who kill, incest, and violate the precepts of the Bible, please ......"

The gray-robed old man may not have noticed that an outsider had broken in, or he may have noticed it but didn't care, his expression was indifferent and pious, kneeling on the ground without raising his head to chant words, still doing what he should do, as if there was no one else.

Charles didn't bother, but looked at the old man at his feet with a little doubt,

The scepter in his hand had not made the slightest sound since he entered the courtyard, and the attraction in his heart had dissipated. Obviously, after guiding him here, that force had "retired."

But what's so special about this place?

Or rather, what's so special about this old man?

Also, why did he come here?

Why him?

What the hell is this scepter?

Church of the Seven artifacts?

Charles felt that the old man might have an answer to that right now, but he wasn't sure.

Waiting silently, it didn't take long for the prayer to finally end, and the old man who was kneeling on the ground turned his head to look at him.

"Hello young man, what can I do for you?"

The old man had gray hair and gray eyes, his face was wrinkled, and his eyes were slightly sharp, but there was nothing too noteworthy. On the whole, no matter how Charles observes, he can't find anything peculiar about this person.

The hint of the Eye of Truth illustrates this point.

[A pious old monk, his age is between 65-75 years old]

[He is slightly puzzled by your visit]

[He has a very high status among the gray robes around him]

……

"It's fine."

After scanning the old man thoroughly, Charles was slightly disappointed and couldn't help but look down at the scepter in his hand.

"Could it be that this thing is just a random guide to a monk to himself? But it doesn't make sense, why is it him and not someone else? ”

"More religious?"

Secretly puzzled, the old monk who was quietly looking at the person who came suddenly opened his eyes

"You...... I actually felt the breath of Heavenly Father? Kid, who are you? ”

Heavenly Father?

Charles was stunned, thinking he was talking about the scepter, but when he looked at it, he realized that the old man was staring at him. A sense of déjà vu inexplicably surfaced in his heart, which made him subconsciously think of the red-robed woman......

"Another magic stick?"

"He doesn't seem to know why I'm looking for him?"

Secretly feeling troublesome, and the old man in front of him didn't seem to be anything special in terms of reaction or appearance, so Charles decided that it was better to ignore it.

"Do you know this thing?" He finally asked unwillingly.

All I got was a blank look.

So he shook his head, turned and walked away quickly.

Since there is nothing special about it, there is no need to stay here for long. For Charles, only supernatural powers can interest him, and the rest, just trouble.

So he walked very decisively.

Seeing this, the gray-robed monk changed his previous indifference, and eagerly ran up to prepare to pull him, but was stopped by the soldiers, and the young gray-robed monks around him hurriedly surrounded him, wanting to help, but he was stopped by the old man instead. Then he gritted his teeth and shouted frantically at the young man's back.

"Child, please look around, look at this rotten world, and look at the poor people out there, they need your help!"

His words were naturally a kind of retention, but unfortunately after hearing this, Charles not only did not pause, but his pace increased for a while, and after a while, he completely disappeared from the sight of the gray robes.

Seeing this, the old man's face flickered with disappointment, and then thinking about what had just happened, he finally looked at a civilian who had quietly followed.

"Who's that?"

"It's black...... No, it's the wizard, the legendary wizard. The man who had been following from the dragon's den to the mansion at his feet responded—

Because of the miraculous scene that happened on the hills, Charles actually followed a lot of people behind their butts, but they didn't care about it before.

"Wizard ......" looked up at the gloomy sky, and the old man muttered to himself.

"What nonsense, how could he be a wizard?"