Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

A large ship hoisting the banner 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 walked through the crowded and noisy pier to Mud Gate.

The city garrison in golden robes stopped them:

"Who are you?"

"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 expression softened slightly, "His Majesty Caesar went to the Great Sept of Baelor today, you go to the Red Keep and wait first. But your guards cannot enter the city."

"good."

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

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

After thinking about it for a second, Bruce also proposed to meet Caesar in the Great Sept of Baelor.

The golden-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 holy hall with a smile.

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

At a 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 which 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 something was wrong with the atmosphere.

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

clang clang clang——

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

In the sky, a flock of frightened white doves flapped their wings and passed quickly.

"Something great has died."

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

"Which important person died?"

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

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

Bruce's brain was running fast, and he had already begun to guess various possibilities in his heart, as if he could already smell the smell of blood in his nose.

King's Landing is going to be in chaos again?

If it weren't for an important task, the son of the sea king would probably turn around and stay away from the political vortex that was about to erupt.

Bite the bullet and walked for a while, the golden dome of the Baelor Cathedral was already clearly visible.

Bruce was relieved that there was no confusion as expected.

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

Bruce quickly moved to the side of the road, and immediately felt a huge coercion spreading from the top of the Visenya hills, making his heart beat faster and his breathing difficult.

The white dragon hangs over the head like a dark cloud, blocking the sun, but there is another shining figure appearing at the end of the road.

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

The crowd on both sides of the road involuntarily prostrated themselves on the ground, shouting the name of Caesar.

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

At the same time, a monstrous wave surged in my heart, and all kinds of thoughts came in one after another, but they burst and dissipated like bubbles, and finally only the purest awe was left.

It wasn't until the king's carriage gradually receded that he got up from the ground again and looked in the direction of the team with a complicated expression.

At this time, the accompanying noble team also descended the hill.

Bruce looked at the dwarf who just passed by him, quickly walked a few steps to keep up, and said:

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

Tyrion looked Bruce up and down:

"Hello, Mr. Bruce, what's the matter?"

"Excuse me, for which lord did the death knell toll just now?"

An extremely complicated expression appeared on Tyrion's face:

"The archbishop."

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

"Perhaps the Seven summoned him." Tyrion shrugged.

Bruce blinked, apparently not believing the statement.

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

It's hard not to make 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 striding hunter's coat of arms on the man'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 comparable to 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:

"Your 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 boulder smashed into the lake, and immediately set off a huge wave.

Various voices erupted from the crowd, some defending Caesar and 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 gods 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 and 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 summoning a knight, whispered a few orders, and then saw the man scattered into the crowd with a group of gold-cloaked guards.