Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 484 A Guest from Braavos

A large ship flying the banner of the Braavos Titan slowly came to King's Landing Port.

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

Surrounded by a group of guards, he walked through the crowded and noisy pier to Mud Gate.

The city garrison in golden robes stopped them:

"Who are you guys?"

"Guest from Braavos." The young man replied politely, "My name is Bruce, the son of the current Sea King Ferrego Antalion, I come to see His Majesty Caesar."

"Son of the King of the Sea?" The gold-cloaked guard looked at the fine clothes on the young man in front of him and the guards behind him, his face softened slightly, "His Majesty Caesar went to the Great Sept of Baelor today, you go to the Red Keep to wait. But your guards cannot enter the city."

"good."

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

There are few people along the way. It seems that the people in the whole city have gone to the Visenya hills to watch the king worship the seven gods.

Bruce thought about it for a while, and he also proposed to go to the Baelor Cathedral to meet Caesar.

The gold-cloaked guard was not very happy at first, but after the other party stuffed a golden dragon, he immediately led the foreign prince to the sanctuary with a smile. Please visit fr𝐞𝐞w𝒏.𝒸𝑜𝔪 website to read fastest update

After turning to Monk Street, there were indeed more people.

At first glance, both sides of the road are full of black heads. Fortunately, the gold-cloaked guards surrounded the center of the street, which was just right for Bruce to pass quickly.

Before reaching the Great Sept of Baelor, he suddenly heard a loud dragon chant.

Bruce raised his head, and saw three giant dragons circling and flying over the Visenya hills. Among them, the largest white dragon was opening its huge mouth and roaring downward.

The next moment, the bell of the Baylor Cathedral suddenly rang.

The crowd was slightly agitated.

"What's going on?" Bruce felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Before the golden robed guard could answer, the bell of the Red Castle rang.

dangdangdangdang—

One sound after another, and before long, all the bells in the city began to ring.

A group of frightened white pigeons fluttered their wings and passed quickly in the sky.

"Something great has died."

"The archbishop passed away?" Bruce exclaimed, and after calming down a little, he asked again, "Why did the archbishop suddenly... die suddenly?"

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

Bruce blinked, obviously not believing this statement.

And the timing of the archbishop's death was so coincidental, he died suddenly when the king was worshiping the Seven Gods...

It's hard not to have some associations.

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

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

Looking at the golden hand necklace and the walking hunter's coat of arms on this person's chest, he immediately guessed that the speaker should be Lord Randyll Tarly, Hand of the King.

These words are obviously in line with everyone's thinking, and the surrounding nobles nodded in agreement:

"That's right, the archbishop declared himself 'I'm guilty' before he died."

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

These words would never appear in the mouths of nobles in the past. After all, the archbishop represents the gods, and the king is only the ruler of the secular world.

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

But this does not seem to be the case with Caesar.

Especially after witnessing the almost miraculous scene in the Baelor Cathedral, the balance in the hearts of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms began to tilt.

Some people even said more explicit words:

"His Majesty Caesar is the spokesperson of the Seven Gods, the incarnation of the gods in the world."

Of course, it is not without discordant voices:

"Nonsense!" A sharp voice came from the crowd beside the road, "It is obvious that Caesar killed the Archbishop with evil witchcraft! He is the blasphemer! The Seven Gods will not allow such behavior!"

These words were like a huge boulder falling into the lake, and immediately set off a huge wave.

Various voices erupted from the crowd, some defending Caesar, some defending the archbishop, but most of them were panicked at a loss.

Perhaps it was Caesar's appearance as if he had descended from the sky just now that left a deep imprint on everyone's hearts, and the voice of defending the king clearly gained the upper hand.

But voices of doubt and anger still exist.

A group of people dressed in coarse linen with the seven-pointed red star emblem on their chests were extremely excited, and almost clashed with the guards maintaining order.

Bruce saw Earl Randall recruiting a knight, gave a few orders in a low voice, and then saw the man leading a group of gold-cloaked guards into the crowd.

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