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In the urban area near the flea nest and the dragon's cave, the atmosphere is extremely tense. There are golden robe guards wearing gold-trimmed cloaks everywhere, and there are long swords under their ribs. Rampage inside and out, rummaging around.

Littlefinger said goodbye to the Queen of Thorns, and soon drove from the brothel to the flea nest block.

"This man, what's the matter, why are there so many golden robe guards?"

The patrol of the flea nest was an older veteran. He didn't even have the slightest smile on his face. He didn't dare to despise the golden-robed guards, and only dared to spit in the corner quietly.

Hearing this, he raised his head impatiently and glanced at it, and found that it was a bodyguard covered in delicate leather armor who asked aloud. Then he looked at a man in a light black costume behind him. He must be another nobleman who loves to join in the fun. master.

The old soldier endured his unhappiness and said, "You mean those golden robes who are fascinated by money? Their camp is near here. The dragon cave was stolen, and many treasures were stolen, which the thieves could not take. , I distributed it to the poor people in these flea nests. I just arrived here to get a piece of the pie, but you see, those golden robe guards have already started to search for treasures from house to house. They say they are going to hand in the treasure, what a motherfucker. Damn it, even my flea nest patrol team has no right to rob them. They are so quick to get started. It's really bad for the world! Look, there's another big round golden plate over there. Dog Good luck."

After the old soldier rambled, he spat at his feet again.

Littlefinger was almost smoked to death by the old soldier's tone, but he looked at the golden robe guards who came out of a shanty house with a happy face, and the people behind him were full of resentment and indifference. Flint Room understood what was going on.

He was convinced that the golden disc in the golden robe was not a treasure, luxury was luxury, but it was just a commonly used utensil by a noble from Hejian. flower pattern.

Littlefinger, who grew up foster care in Riverrun, is very familiar with this thing.

Things from Hejiandi, buried in dragon caves? It was taken away by the thieves, and there were so many things that he couldn't hold it, and Littlefinger's brain was running fast.

After a while, he pinched his nose and asked the resentful old soldier, "The flea nest you are in charge of patrolling, is this a gathering place for the followers of the Sparrow Church?"

Hearing the words, the old soldier spat again, "My lord, you are right, if it wasn't for the flea nests being controlled by those sparrows, our patrol team would not be able to go in and inspect on weekdays. Where would the untouchables and the golden robes get these things? inside."

Littlefinger's eyes gradually converged, and he looked up at the top of the Renice Hills, the tattered tall dome, and remembered the strong rise of the Sparrow Church, as if he understood something.

The people in the east city are in turmoil, and the fanatical church believers in the west city are staring in anticipation, and the hearing will be held quickly.

The Queen Mother Cersei before entering the church.

She noticed that not far from the sanctuary there were also several heavily armed armies gathered, not as numerous or as bold as the sparrows in the square.

This group of people wore red cloaks from the church, their body armor was Cheng Liang, and the swords around their waists were also polished very smoothly.

No people near them dared to get too close to them, because there were several apprentice monks near them who held long wooden sticks as guards.

Just by looking at the appearance, Cersei knew that these were cult troops formed by the church, and they seemed to be an organization called the Sons of Warriors.

The poor have no shoes to wear, and can only give out porridge to the poor big sparrow, so they have formed such an elite army? Cersei frowned as she walked.

There was no one to stop the Red Keep team guarded by Lannister, and the people and the apprentice monks all stood away.

Once inside, they encountered three knights in the Hall of Lights, all clad in the rainbow-striped robes of the sons of warriors.

"I'm here to see the Archbishop," Cersei told him.

"The Lord Archbishop is waiting for you. I am Sir Theodore the 'real', formerly known as Sir Theodore Wells. Please come with me."

Naturally, the High Sparrow was kneeling this time, and this time he was kneeling before the Father's altar.

The arrival of the Queen Regent didn't bother him, until Cersei got impatient, and he got up and bowed.

"Queen Mother, today is a sad day."

"What's the meaning?"

The High Sparrow glanced at Cersei. "Let's talk inside."

The High Sparrow reached out and led her to a small, heptagon-shaped parlour.

The room is austere, with bare stone walls, three stools and a prayer bench. The stone walls were carved with the faces of the Seven Gods, which Cersei thought were rough and ugly, but they did have power, especially those eyes, which were made of native agate, malachite, and yellow moonstone, which gave the head a charm.

Cersei and Sparrow sat down in two opposite small chairs.

"Did something go wrong with the plan?" Cersei asked in dissatisfaction.

"I have spoken to the arrested prisoners, and all of them are willing to voluntarily plead guilty at the hearing," the archbishop said.

Cersei suppressed the urge to curse her mother, "Yes, but the king has the right to judge, some people are only under pressure to admit their crimes, as long as I go and tell them in person that they can get a chance to be acquitted, then they will not admit those A false accusation."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to see them until the hearing. All men are guilty, even kings and queens. So do I, unless forgiven by the gods. But forgiveness requires repentance, and no one you want to set will be freed. repent."

This is a good time to buy people's hearts. Cersei doesn't want to offend most of the King's Landing nobles at the same time. She looks at the High Sparrow and corrects: "Those nobles are innocent and don't need to repent. You will give me this face, right?"

The High Sparrow folded his hands and said with a smile: "Of course. Cruel Maegor deprived the Church of its arms, and Arbiter Jaehaerys deprived the Church of its right to judge, if you are willing to temporarily hand over the right of judgement to the Church. , the gods have no reason to refuse your request.

The Church Wants Judgment?

Cersei was startled.

This is not something that was negotiated before. "Your nun did not represent me, do you understand? Judgment must belong to Your Majesty."

Cersei was furious at the High Sparrow's temporary backtracking on her terms.

"No problem, but those people will still confess their crimes in front of the entire King's Landing people, and the king can still declare them innocent at that time. Although this will be regarded as an act of shielding by everyone, but who will let the judgment belong to Your Majesty? "

This cunning and vicious High Sparrow, Cersei said angrily: "You are coercing the kingship."

"Under the gods, everyone is equal."

Cersei shuddered as she watched the High Sparrow's faint opening. She tried to restrain herself from burying her face in her hands, pretending to think for a while, then raised her head and said, "Okay. But this matter requires the king's will, then I We have to get back to the castle. Please allow Sir Osney Kettleblack to come with me, and I will try to persuade the king to give the church justice."

"No," said the archbishop.

It was just a word, a short word, but to Cersei it was like a drop of ice water on her face.

She blinked, feeling a little dizzy, a little.

"I assure you of Sir Osney's safety."

"He's safe here. Come on, I'll let you see him."

Cersei sensed that the Seven Gods were looking at her, the eyes of the native agate, malachite, and emerald, a sudden terror pierced through her, as if falling into a cave of ice. I

The true master of the Seven Kingdoms, she reminded herself, that I am the daughter of Duke Tywin.

She barely followed.

Sir Osney was not far away. His room was dark, and the Archbishop opened the heavy iron door with a key and took a torch from outside.

"After you."

In the dim light of the fire, Osney Kettleblack was seen hanging naked and swaying under a pair of thick iron chains. He had been whipped so badly that his shoulders and back were bloody, and his thighs and buttocks were covered with dense, criss-crossing scars.

The Queen Mother couldn't bear to take another look, she turned to the Archbishop, "What have you done!?"

"We seek the truth in the most humble way possible."

"What he told you was the truth. He came to you of his own free will to confess his crime."

"Yeah, he said so. I've heard countless confessions in my life, but none of them can't wait to confess to a heinous crime like him."

"You torture him!"

"There is no repentance without suffering, as I told Sir Osney, the righteous way is in heaven and earth, and the guilty must be punished. When I whipped myself, I felt the closest to the gods, but my deepest sins were far from Not as dark as this man."

"But—but," Cersei said in exasperation, "you preach the mercy of Our Lady..."

"Sir Osney can enjoy that care after death. The Seven Stars Bible says that all crimes will be forgiven, but first they must be punished. Sir Osney committed treason and murder, and there is only one way to go. ."

He's just a priest, and he has no right to do that. "No matter what he confesses, the church has no right to sentence him to death."

"Whatever he confessed," the Archbishop repeated slowly, as if weighing it, "Queen Mother, to our astonishment, the more persistent the torture, the worse Sir Osney's confession became. Strange. By now he insists that you risked many crimes. Isn't that so, Sir Osney?"

Osney Kettleblack opened his eyes, and when he saw the queen mother in front of him, he stuck out his tongue and licked his swollen lips, "Great Wall, you promised me to go to the Great Wall."

"He's crazy," Cersei declared. "You're driving him crazy."

"Sir Osney," said the Archbishop in a firm and clear tone, "have you ever had an affair with Her Majesty the Queen Mother?"

"Yes," Osney confided, twisting his wrist, and the chain squeaked softly, "I had an affair with the queen mother in front of you. I **** her, and she sent me to kill the former archbishop— He wasn't guarded, so I touched him while he was sleeping and suffocated him with a pillow."

Cersei turned and ran away.

The Archbishop reached for her, but he was just an old sparrow, and she was the lioness of Casterly Rock.

She pushed him away and rushed out the door, swearing in her heart that when she returned to the Red Keep, she would take care of this one like the previous Archbishop.

Four old nuns blocked her way in front of Cersei and reached out to grab her with crumpled hands, kicking one to the ground, scratching the other's face, and rushing up the steps.

Running into the sanctuary, she found that it was also a trap.

Many women were waiting for her, both the nuns and the Silent Sisters, all younger than the four old beggars downstairs.

"I'm the Queen Regent," she shouted as she stepped away from them, "I want your heads, I want all of your heads, get out of the way!"

Not only did they not let them, but they extended their hands one after another~www.wuxiahere.com~Cersei ran to the altar of the Virgin, and then there was no way to escape.

Twenty or so women dragged the kicking queen up the tower steps and threw them into the room.

Inside the room, three silent sisters held her down, and a nun named Skoya took off her clothes, even her underwear.

Another nun threw her a rough robe.

"How dare you do this?" the Queen Mother kept screaming, "I'm from the Lannisters! Let me go, my brother will kill you, Jaime will cut you in half, let me go! I! It's the Queen Regent!"

"The queen mother also needs prayers," said Sister Skoya, and they left her unclothed in a cold, shabby room.

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