A large ship flying the flag of the Braavos Titan slowly pulled into King's Landing.

As the gangway was lowered, a young man in a gorgeous orange-red dress slowly walked down.

Surrounded by a group of guards, he made his way through the crowded and noisy docks to the mud gate.

The garrison of the capital, draped in golden robes, stopped them:

"Who are you?"

"A guest from Braavos." The young man politely replied, "My name is Bruce, the son of Ferrego Antarion, the current king of the seas, and I have come to ask for His Majesty Caesar. ”

"Son of Aquaman?" The golden-robed guard looked at the gorgeous clothes on the young man in front of him, as well as the guards behind him, and his face softened slightly, "His Majesty Caesar went to the Great Sanctuary of Baylor today, you go to the Red Fort and wait first." However, your guards are not allowed to enter the city. ”

"Okay."

Bruce arranged all the guards outside the city, and followed the golden-robed guards into the city.

The road was sparsely populated, and it seemed that the whole city had gone to the hills of Visenia to watch the king worship the seven gods.

Bruce thought about it and offered to meet Caesar at the Baelor Chapel.

The golden-robed guard was not very happy at first, but after the other party stuffed a golden dragon, he immediately smiled and led the exotic prince to the Sanctuary.

When we turned to Friars Street, there were more people.

At a glance, both sides of the road are full of black heads. Fortunately, the golden-robed guards fenced off the middle of the street, just in time for Bruce to pass quickly.

Before he reached the Great Sanctuary of Baylor, he suddenly heard a loud dragon groan.

Bruce looked up and saw three dragons hovering over the Visennian hills, the largest of which was the white dragon opening its jaws and roaring downwards.

The next moment, the bell of the Great Sanctuary of Baylor rang abruptly.

The crowd stirred slightly.

"What's going on?" Bruce sensed that something seemed wrong with the atmosphere.

Before the golden-robed guard could reply, the bell of the Red Keep rang.

Bell Bell Bell –

One after another, it didn't take long for the bells of the whole city to start ringing.

A flock of frightened white doves fluttered their wings in the sky and swept quickly.

"There's a big guy who has died."

Hearing this, Bruce's face changed slightly, and his steps slowed down unconsciously:

"Which big man died?"

"I don't know, but such a death knell...... The last time it was played was when Lord Tywin, the Hand of the King, died. ”

The commotion of the crowd began to expand, and everyone was startled by the sudden death knell.

Bruce's brain was racing, and he was already guessing about the possibilities, as if he had smelled blood in his nose.

King's Landing is in chaos again?

If it weren't for the important task on his side, the son of the Sea King would probably have to turn away from this political whirlpool that was about to erupt.

After a few more walks, the golden dome of the Basilica was clearly visible.

There was no expected chaos, much to Bruce's relief.

"Make way for His Majesty!" A knight in white armor galloped in.

Bruce hurriedly moved out of the way to the side of the road, and immediately felt a huge pressure spread from the top of the Visennian hills, making people's hearts beat faster and breathless.

The white dragon loomed overhead like a dark cloud, blocking out the sun, but another sun-like figure appeared at the end of the road.

He stood on a chariot surrounded by white knights, with blond hair and golden eyes, like a god descending into the world.

The crowds on both sides of the road involuntarily prostrate themselves on the ground, chanting Caesar's name.

Bruce also knelt down, not daring to look the king in the eye.

At the same time, a huge wave swelled in my heart, and all kinds of thoughts came one after another, but they burst and dissipated like a bubble, and finally only the purest awe remained.

It wasn't until the king's carriage faded away that he got up from the ground again, looking in the direction of the procession with a complicated expression.

And at this time, the procession of the accompanying nobles also went down the hill.

Bruce looked at the dwarf who happened to pass in front of him, hurriedly walked a few steps to keep up, and said:

"You must be Master Tyrion Lannister, right? I am the son of the Sea King of Braavos, Bruce Antarion. ”

Tyrion glanced Bruce up and down:

"Hello, Lord Bruce, is there anything wrong?"

"Excuse me, which adult was the death knell for?"

An extremely complicated expression appeared on Tyrion's face:

"Archbishop."

"The archbishop is dead?" Bruce exclaimed, and after calming down a little, he asked again, "How could the archbishop suddenly ...... Sudden death? ”

"Maybe the Seven Gods summoned him." Tyrion shrugged.

Bruce blinked, clearly not believing the rhetoric.

Moreover, the timing of the archbishop's death was so coincidental that he died violently just when the king was worshipping the seven gods......

It's hard not to make some associations.

"The archbishop blasphemed the gods, and the seven gods sent down divine punishment and burned him."

Bruce heard a middle-aged man with a serious face next to him say this.

Looking at the golden hand necklace and the walking hunter's coat of arms on this man's chest, he immediately guessed that it was Count Randolph Tully, the Hand of the King, who spoke.

These words were obviously very much in line with everyone's thoughts, and the surrounding nobles nodded in agreement:

"That's right, the archbishop always called himself 'I am guilty' before he died."

"He dares to provoke His Majesty, he really deserves to die."

These words would never have come out of the mouths of the nobles, after all, the archbishop represents the gods, and the king is only the lord of the world.

In terms of prestige, the king may not be as good as the archbishop.

But that doesn't seem to be the case with Caesar.

Especially after witnessing the near-miraculous miracle in the Basilica before, the scales in the hearts of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms began to tilt.

There are even more explicit words:

"His Majesty Caesar is the spokesperson of the seven gods, the embodiment of the gods in the world."

Of course, it is not without discordant voices:

"Nonsense!" A shrill voice came from the crowd on the side of the road, "Apparently Caesar killed the archbishop with evil sorcery!" He's the blasphemer! The Seven Gods would not tolerate such behavior! ”

These words were like a boulder smashing into the surface of the lake, and suddenly set off a monstrous wave.

The crowd erupted in all sorts of voices, some defending Caesar, others advocating justice for the archbishop, but more often than not, overwhelmed panic.

Perhaps it was Caesar's appearance that seemed to be descended from heaven just now that left a deep imprint in everyone's hearts, and the voice of defending the king obviously prevailed.

But voices of skepticism and anger also remain.

A group of people dressed in coarse linen clothes with the seven-pointed red star coat of arms on their chests looked extremely excited, and almost clashed with the guards who maintained order.

Bruce saw Count Landau summon a knight, whispered a few words, and then saw the man disperse into the crowd with a team of golden-robed guards.

(End of chapter)