Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

The word "good" didn't have much power, but it hit the ears of everyone present.

Montford and others had strange expressions on their faces, while Mace Tyrell, the Duke of Inflatable Fish, had a very ugly expression on his face.

He turned around instantly, stared at the figure looking towards him faintly in the darkness, and said loudly:

"Your Majesty! Is this what you mean?"

What answered him was Renly's sneer:

"Why, my dear Lord Mace Tyrell, I am the king. Do I still need your advice on whom to meet and how to meet?"

Renly Baratheon's voice was calm and without any waves, he said:

"Don't worry, Tyrells. You are my strongest supporters. I know this. Don't worry, Lord Mace. When I enter the Red Keep, the position of Prime Minister will definitely belong to you. You have me." promise.”

As soon as these words came out, Montford Velaryon completely understood that the Renly and Tyrell families in front of him were already in a state of imbalance, and something must have happened in the meantime.

Mace Tyrell was stunned by Renly's straightforward and mocking words, and he didn't know how to answer at all.

But Renly was no longer interested in chatting with a loser like him. He stood up from the throne, took a step forward, and completely stepped his body in the shadow into the light.

"Go down, Tyrell, you can tell anyone about my decision, it doesn't matter."

Mace Tyrell couldn't stay any longer, his face turned red, and his fat body made him look like a fat pig about to be cooked.

He knew that after this incident between Renly and the Tyrell family, the so-called friendship no longer existed, and only naked interests remained between the two parties.

But he didn't expect that Renly would have such a strong reaction, using such straightforward words to drive him away, who was supposed to be Renly's confidant and his apparent father-in-law.

He would rather chat with Stannis's messenger than be in the presence of his own Tyrell family.

This is not a positive sign. Although it is stupid, Mace Tyrell can still understand these things after being immersed in the aristocratic circle for so many years.

Renly could have no friendship with them. In fact, the previous Lannister family had no relationship with the royal Baratheon family, but hadn't they lived in harmony for more than ten years?

But Renly must not make such an obvious move and put this feud directly on the table.

You flipped the table, how can everyone still have fun?

Are you still talking about rules?

This is why Mace Tyrell is angry.

The Tyrell family themselves do not have the ability to use this surname to become king, so they can only rely on Renly, the Baratheon.

But Renly is not entirely a mere commander. He still has a lot of loyal vassals under his command.

The initial starting point for what Tyrell did before was to find a way to completely cut off the possibility of reconciliation between Renly and Stannis, and then to undermine Renly's prestige and pave the way for him to be sidelined later.

But now, Renly is still the real king who sticks to his word and no one can stop him. It would be really troublesome for him to really break out and openly confront the Tyrell family.

Because Renly didn't say that I don't need your Tyrell family anymore. He even said to your face that he would grant you the position of Prime Minister. So what do you, the Tyrell family, want?

It just can't be done, so when Renly does this now, Mace Tyrell can't do anything but be angry.

"snort!"

This inflatable fish man rarely made a threatening sound. Although it sounded so weak and ridiculous, it was already very rare for him.

"Leave, there is no place for you here for the time being, my dear Lord Duke."

Renly still looked calm, but Mace Tyrell had never seen this attitude before.

He didn't know why Renly became like this, why he treated him like this, but he knew it was not a good thing.

The fat body of the inflatable fish duke swayed out of the main hall of the Great Temple of Baelor, with colorful light spots chasing his footsteps, as if expelling him.

"Okay, now, there's no one else here."

Renly smiled, his face softening slightly.

He turned around and once again led his body into darkness.

After a moment, before Montford Velaryon could bring up the subject, Renly spoke softly.

"Have you seen it, Montford? Look at this magnificent church. Back then, Baelor I practiced here. Do you feel the breath of the gods?"

The sunlight passes through the colorful glass and casts shadows on the seven huge statues in the Great Cathedral of Baelor.

Represents the Seven Gods.

One, represents the Father who judges.

Second, the Virgin represents maternal love and nurturing.

Third, the warrior represents strength in battle.

Fourth, the girl represents innocence and purity.

Fifth, the blacksmith represents craftsmanship and labor.

Sixth, the old woman represents wisdom.

Finally, there is the Stranger, who represents death and the unknown.

The seven statues stood silently in the center of the cathedral, calmly and silently gazing at Montfort Velaryon in the center.

The Earl of Chaotou Island has never been here. Logically speaking, he is also a believer in the Seven Gods, but in his heart, he has never regarded this place as a holy place that he must come to.

As for the reason, he actually understands it himself, and many people understand it.

Raising his head and looking at Renly Baratheon who seemed to have a different look in his eyes in the darkness, Montford Velaryon shook his head and sighed:

"Your Majesty, it's a pity that I don't feel the breath of the gods here. Maybe it's because my faith is not pious enough. Who knows?"

Renly did not continue what Montford said, but said to himself:

"Do you know? Before I left this city that smelled of shit and urine last time, I had been here countless times, kneeling at the feet of the Seven Gods and praying for their blessings."

"I once thought that I was pious enough, and everyone around me praised me as the best believer of the Seven Gods."

"But this time, I found that I was wrong, it was really far away."

Renly's tone was a little sad. Although he was laughing, the laughter sounded devoid of warmth to Montford Velaryon's ears.

"I led the army to fight here. I originally wanted to talk to the Archbishop, but I didn't expect that the representative of the Seven Gods in the world would become like that for his own wealth and his own life. ugly."

Montfort Velaryon opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer. He already knew about the so-called sins in the Holy See.

These guys are nothing at all, but their existence maintains the stability of the kingdom and can give the people who are already suffering the last bit of faith to survive.

He had known this for a long time and had never allowed himself to think about it, but Renly Baratheon realized now that it was indeed a pitiful and sad thing.

"Your Majesty, gods...you don't need to worry too much."

Montford Velaryon could only say this. He found that today he was supposed to have tit-for-tat negotiations with Renly Baratheon, but from the beginning, the topic deviated on a strange track.

"Really? Since all the gods cannot be trusted, then is there nothing and no one in this world that is worthy of my trust? Including you, Lord Montford Velaryon."

Renly's tone was faint, but the words he said made the Earl of Chaohead Island freeze on the spot again, not knowing how to answer.

He was now sure of one thing. The Renly Baratheon in front of him had either been betrayed or something major had happened to him that he couldn't accept for a while. There was something wrong in his heart.

Look at this extreme statement. He was a good old man before and could talk to everyone. Now ask him if Montford is unworthy of trusting anyone. If he hadn't met Renly, he wouldn't believe that this is the same person. It can be said.

Tyrell, what on earth did you do to make Renly like this?

Montford Velaryon had already vaguely felt that the disaster on Dragonstone was probably closely related to the Roses of Highgarden, and it might have been planned by these people.

As a veteran among the nobles, he thought about it for a while and instantly thought about the advantages of this matter for the Tyrell family, but he couldn't figure out the key point.

Damn it, how did the Tyrells get command of the Tarth family's army?

Could it be that Renly drank too much and gave the order in a daze?

Montford didn't know, because this was the information he wanted to get this time.

But he had to answer Renly's question, so he could only bite the bullet and say:

"Your Majesty, you don't have to always believe me, but at least in this conversation with you, I still hope to be able to have a heart-to-heart relationship with Your Majesty."

Upon hearing his words, Renly waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Look, you said it yourself, you're not worthy of trust."

Montford Velaryon had a headache. He really didn't know how to talk to the unfamiliar Renly in front of him.

Tyrell, you have done all kinds of bad things.

"Okay, I won't talk to you about this anymore. It's pointless. You are here on behalf of my brother to ask about my niece Celine, right?"

Hearing that Renly had finally ended this crazy and incoherent conversation, Lord Montford finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He finally no longer had to be tortured.

He quickly answered, tying up the correct topic:

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The reply was a little loud and a little harsh, making Renly frown involuntarily.

However, he chose to ignore these small details.

"Then, I can tell you, and the adults behind you."

Renly leaned his back on the cold throne and whispered:

"What happened this time has nothing to do with me. I didn't kidnap my niece. As for where she is now, I don't know."

"Even beforehand, I didn't even know about this matter at all."

The voice was tired, low and hoarse.

"Your Majesty...this."

Hearing Renly Baratheon personally admit that he was not responsible for this incident, Montford still felt a little incredible.

As a king, Renly didn't know anything about such a big thing in advance?

"I know you have doubts, and so do I."

Renly leaned back in his chair and tilted his head, as if he was recalling when he first heard this.

"It starts with a lost token..."