It is a huge stone building.

Grey stone.

The building has no windows, and there is only a very high door to enter, which is two stories high in an ordinary house, and the door is thick and heavy. As soon as the door closes—and this is what is closed day and night, only opens the moment people enter and exit—all light is cut off.

Inside the building, the darkness is so thick that it can't be dissolved, like substance.

Now, for the first time in a thousand years, a believer is questioning the supreme pastor.

This daring man hails from Westeros on the other side of the Narrow Sea, and calls himself James Lannister.

He was now standing up from the pool in the hall, this guy was so tall, a whole head taller than the priest. In the darkness, his armor and eyes glowed with a ghostly chill.

"Everyone dies. The priest's deep voice, as if gasping for breath, as if sighing, was perhaps a breath of death.

"But I'm not dead yet. Jaime's voice was as cold as ice in the darkness.

"Everyone must serve. The pastor said slowly.

"I've given to serve. Jaime's voice was very insistent. He had the confidence, and he paid for the service. If the Faceless One kills him, it is a violation of the Shari'ah. If you pay the money, you will not get the agreed goods, but you will be killed, this is not the rule of the Faceless.

Compared to the little devil, Jaime is brave and resourceful, but he is not a fool.

For a man who despises all God and divine rights, all he wants is a fair deal. In Jaime's eyes, the Faceless are just an organization that uses the sign of death to kill people, and theocracy is just a means for them to fool the believers.

Jaime didn't want to think of himself as a blind believer who had lost his self-judgment.

He has already paid, and now it is the other party who is wrong. His thoughts were simply straightforward.

Questioning the priest in the Temple of the Grim Reaper is unique in millennia. No matter what theocratic rule is, one day it will be broken by some unbeliever.

"If a mortal does not die, how can he be reborn? If a mortal does not forget his name, how can he be faceless. A voice said slowly, right behind Jaime.

Jaime turned, a short priest again.

The priest held a small oil lamp in his hand, and the light shone on his upper body, on his hood, but the light did not shine into his hood, and his face was hidden in the hood, hidden in the darkness, as if an invisible force had blocked the light.

The lamp is held up in front of his face, but you can't see his face, only darkness.

Cast a mist before somebody's eyes.

"Pastor, may I see your face?" said Jaime, a faint mocking smile on his face. Pretending to be a ghost is useless for him. He also believed in the Seven Gods, not the Grim Reaper. And these boring guys always do their own things in the name of God. In the city of Kairuo, in the Sanctuary, in the face of the baptism of the seven gods, Jaime and the little devil have been disrespectful, but they are still alive and well.

"As you wish!" said the priest softly.

The priest slowly lifted the hood that covered his face, and Jaime stiffened, trying to turn and flee, but he didn't move. He saw a skeletal face, a skeletal face without a bit of flesh, a small pale snake hanging from the skull face, the body of the small snake was in the bone, and the tail was from the bone of the left eye. Hole. Drag out, head from the right eye of the eye. Hole. Drill out, raise your head, stick out the sizzling bone white. Hue. Snake letter, licking at Jaime's face.

The snake letter was about to touch the tip of Jaime's nose, and Jaime wanted to draw his sword and slash out, but he still kept a stiff playful smile, and his body stiffened and didn't move.

"I've already paid for it, I've paid for the service, and that money is enough to buy an army. Jaime cheered himself up, even though his back was starting to get chills.

If the pastor represents God and questions the pastor, what does that mean?

"Kiss it, mortal. The priest's skull mouth opened and closed.

Jaime doesn't kiss: "I won't kiss it, but I'm not afraid of it either." ”

Sizzle!

The snake letter of the dead man's white serpent touched the tip of Jaime's nose. Jaime's eyes had straightened, his face stiffened like a dried corpse, am I going to die? At the moment of touching, the little snake in front of him disappeared, and the skeletal face disappeared, revealing a warm and modest face, and the short priest's figure was instantly taller, becoming as tall as Jaime.

Jaime's eyes had stiffened, and he couldn't turn.

"You've stood the test, and the serpent and skeleton are just an illusion that tests the heart. The priest smiled, and his lingua franca voice was very nice, and he nodded to the priest who had ushered him in, and the priest departed silently, like a shadow in the darkness.

"Can you wait a minute?" said the pastor with an apologetic face, smiling.

Jaime let his stiff face turn into an ugly smile, "As you wish, priest." ”

The priest nodded and walked towards the pool. At the priest's feet, the darkness could not be dissolved, but he was obviously very familiar with it, he went down the steps, turned around, walked to the pool, picked up the bowl by the pool, and scooped up half a bowl of water: "Everyone dies. He said indifferently.

"Everyone must make offerings. In the darkness, a hoarse voice replied, as if someone had slashed his throat.

Jaime saw a short, black-clad man following the priest. He had been confronted by the illusionary skeleton and the serpent that the priest had created, and he had not noticed it because of the darkness of ink.

The priest nodded slightly, and raised the oil lamp in his hand, and in the light, the believer knelt down and took the bowl in the priest's hand with both hands, and James saw that the water in the bowl was like darkness under his feet, black as ink.

The believer drank the ink from the bowl and returned it to the pastor with a look of relief on his face.

The priest left the pool with the oil lamp in his hand and walked into the darker darkness, the oil lamp in his hand was like a bean, and the believer followed the priest all the way. Jaime followed them. He saw a satisfied relief and a joyful serenity on the faces of the believers. Then, Jaime saw a dark table, which he hadn't seen until now because it was too dark. The pastor stood at the table and placed the oil lamp in the corner of the table.

The believer kissed the long table, then took off his black robe, which he wore nothing. He climbed naked, climbed onto the long black table, thanked the priest again, then lay down, closed his eyes, and stopped breathing.

Footsteps sounded, and in the darkness, an acolyte appeared, holding a black plate with a bright ladder knife on it. The priest picked up a razor and began to dissect the bodies of believers. He started from the head, his movements were skillful and graceful, his expression was reverent and focused, and Jaime Lannister was in a trance, and when he was calm, an immaculate human face appeared in the priest's hand.

"Mortals are serving. The priest looked at Jaime calmly.