Samwell looked at the coarsely clothed archbishop in front of him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually expanded:

"Archbishop, why are you dressed like this? What about your crystal tiara and your silk gown? ”

"It's all sold." "The poor are still hungry, and I have no right to put gold and crystals on my head, so I sold them," said the archbishop. I also sold the other tiaras, rings, brocades, all the beautiful things in the storeroom. ”

"I can see it." Samwell's eyes swept over the equally poorly dressed archbishops, and some thoughts passed through his mind.

"The seven gods created sheep, and the wool is enough to keep humans warm." The archbishop said, "Your Majesty, what are you doing this time at the Great Basil of Baylor?" ”

"I want to pray to the gods." Samwell Road.

"Please follow me." The archbishop handed the brushes to the archbishops, and led Samwell through the double wooden doors to the main hall.

Footsteps echoed across the marble floor, rainbow light slanted in through the glass windows, and countless dusts danced in the beams.

The smell of incense fills the hall, and the candles in front of the seven altars shine like sparks.

Samwell came to the statue of Heavenly Father, knelt down and bowed his head in prayer.

The seven white knights also knelt behind him, with only the archbishop standing.

When the prayer was over, Samwell got back to his feet, and saw that the archbishop's gaze at him seemed to soften.

"Your Majesty, if I'm not mistaken, you have not yet been crowned."

Samwell pointed to the ruby tile steel crown above his head:

"When I was on Bloodreef Island, I put this crown on myself, so naturally I no longer need someone else to be crowned."

"At that time, you were the Storm King, but if you want to become the king of the Seven Kingdoms, I'm afraid you still need the recognition of the Seven Gods."

Samwell smiled and said;

"Was Aegon the Conqueror crowned Archbishop in Old Town? No, he didn't. His crown comes from the sword in his hand, the dragon at his feet, and the army behind him. And not the gods. ”

The archbishop's face was gloomy again:

"Your Majesty, you are saying this to God."

"I worship the Seven Gods." Samwell said, "When the conquerors accepted the Archbishop's own hand to apply the Seven Holy Oils to their foreheads, three hundred years later, I can do the same." That's my concession. ”

The archbishop was silent for a moment, and then said:

"I can anoint you with holy oil, Your Majesty. However, you will need to pay off the Iron Throne's debt to the Church first. ”

Samwell frowned, "How many?" ”

"About nine hundred thousand golden dragons. and interest ......"

"That's a debt from Robert Baratheon, right?"

"Yes."

"Then you're looking for the wrong person. It's time to go to House Baratheon to claim this arrears. ”

"You're not going to let me go to Toman and ask for money, are you?"

"There's a Stannis on the Wall of Desperation, look for him."

The archbishop shook his head: "Your Majesty, you don't have to joke with me. This is a debt owed by the Iron Throne, and now that you are on the Iron Throne, it is time to pay it. Otherwise......"

"Otherwise what?" Samwell's tone also froze.

The archbishop pointed in the direction of the gate:

"Your Majesty, you also saw those people outside the Sanctuary when you came, and believe me, there are countless impoverished people like them in the Seven Kingdoms. You aristocrats play a game of power, constantly waging wars, but leaving the people to bleed......"

"They won't bleed anymore." Samwell interrupted, "The civil war is over, I'll settle them." ”

"But your army hasn't been disbanded."

"That's another war."

"Yes, a never-ending war." "There is no end to the blood." It's not like you're bleeding anyway, are you? ”

"I've shed more blood than you think." "And the war I'm preparing for is not a struggle for power. Without the protection of my army, your people would not have bled as much as blood. Winter and the long night will sweep through Westeros, taking all life. Didn't your God tell you this? ”

The archbishop's eyes flashed:

"Your Majesty, if this is the case, then the poor people need the strength to protect themselves even more."

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

"I want to say that in the midst of winter, the Church needs more warriors wielding shining swords to fight against the evil of the long night. If Your Majesty can allow me to rebuild the ancient Order of the Sacred Sword and the Order of the Knights of the Stars, then I will forgive the Iron Throne of its debts and embrace you as the true monarch of the Seven Kingdoms.

I will anoint you with divine anointing oil under the watchful eye of the seven gods! ”

And so it was. Samwell pouted to himself.

The sparrow finally told his true purpose.

The so-called Holy Sword Knights and the Star Warriors are both former religious weapons.

Also known as the Sons of Warriors, the Knights of the Holy Sword were made up of knights who voluntarily renounced their lands and titles. Also known as the Gathering of the Poor, the Stellar Samurai were made up of low-status commoners.

The common denominator of the members of these two military organizations was their fanatical devotion to the Seven Gods and their pledge of allegiance to the archbishop.

Historically, the Order's armament has caused great trouble to the nobility and the royal family, and it is also a weapon used by the Church of the Seven Gods to suppress the nobility.

But Maegh Targaryen I started a war between the royal family and the Church, and the king crushed the Church forces with bloody and brutal means, and set a bounty of a golden dragon and a silver deer for the head of each son of a warrior and a silver deer for the scalp of each member of the Poor People's Assembly.

Although it was true that the Order's armament was eventually banned by the royal family, Meg did not win the war.

He only received the name of "cruelty", and the fate of betrayal and separation, and finally died on the Iron Throne.

It can be said that without the Knights of the Holy Sword and the Order of the Stars and the Warriors of the Stars, the Church of the Seven Gods would be a toothless tiger.

But if there is......

The smile on Samwell's face grew brighter.

The archbishop thought that the king had agreed to his proposal.

But Sir Barristan, who was with the King these days, knew that when Caesar smiled like that, someone would be unlucky.

"Yes."

Hearing that the king agreed to his plan, the archbishop could not hide the joy in his heart, and the old face smiled like a chrysanthemum:

"Seven gods bless. The rebirth of the Order's armament responds to the prayers of our generation for three hundred years, day and night. Your Majesty, you are indeed the true king blessed by the gods! I will bathe and fast, pray in the church for seven days and seven nights, and then anoint you with my own hands......"

"No, fast all night, and anoint me tomorrow morning." Samwell didn't have the time to waste on such a boring ritual.

The archbishop frowned, but nodded under the king's determined gaze:

"Okay, just do as you say."

Subsequently, the archbishop personally escorted the king and his party out of the Basilica of Baylor.

As he descended the Visennian hills, Sir Brindon "Blackfish" Tully could not help but speak:

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid it's not a good idea for you to restart the Order's armament at this time."

Samwell glanced back at the white knight and asked with a smile:

"What happens if you give a child a razor-sharp sword?"

Brinnden said thoughtfully:

"Will you cut yourself?"

Samwell smiled, and instead of continuing the question, he said:

"Let Gavin Mander come to me."

(End of chapter)