Chapter 408
Maegor's Holdfast.
Afternoon.
Queen Dowager Cersei has washed away all the dirt, and along with the feces, rotten fruit and other filth into the sewer, there are also previous cowardice and tears.
Only the imprint of endless shame and deep hatred in the heart cannot be washed away by water, only by blood.
"Lannister, you will pay your debts!"
At this time, the queen mother has changed into a soft soft green wool skirt and is sitting at the table enjoying a sumptuous lunch: sprinkled Broccoli with walnuts, Lem cake, roasted Sparrow stuffed with fruit, beef brisket stew in barley bisque, grilled pork ribs wrapped in garlic and herbs...
“ka beng ka beng ..." Cersei chewed on the deliciously crispy Sparrow head, trying to imagine it as a High Sparrow.
——Grilled Sparrow This dish was specially made by her cook, and it was served on a plate with grilled Sparrow, and onion barcodes showed Church's Qimang star design.
She looked coldly towards the Master of Whisperers and Chief Maester of oneself, announcing: "Lannister will never forget hatred, starting today, I am an Avenger!"
At this time, Cersei lost three points of charm and one point of stupidity, and accumulated seven points of baleful aura and three points of ill-will, while Qyburn, the "biochemical magician" on one side, couldn't help but be very careful in the heart.
He smiled kindly, like the Old Ancestor father the little girl admired: "Your Majesty, you will surely drink the sweet fountain of vengeance."
Cersei's face was blank. , said: "Before revenge, you have to complete trial by combat. Where is my White Cloak?"
The Queen and the Queen Mother both have a King husband. For King's reputation, during trial by combat, Knights other than White Cloak cannot be invited to fight for oneself.
Well, White Cloak can represent King.
So after the serious injury of brother Loras Tyrell, Queen Margaery would rather be tried by Church than to clear her "injustice" by trial by combat.
In addition to Knight of the Flowers Loras, the other six White Cloaks are not only old, weak, sick and disabled, but their martial power values are worrying.
To make matters worse, they're all Lannister people.
Knowing that mother-in-law Cersei reported oneself to Church for stealing a man, how dare Margaery use her people to participate in trial by combat for oneself?
The problem is that Cersei can trust the White Cloak outside of Loras, but doesn't dare to let them compete for oneself.
Jaime is missing a hand and no one can be seen, so pass first; Boros is stern, cowardly and incompetent, and even betrayed Tommen; Meryn Trant, loyal enough and brave enough, but the sword technique is worrying, in Tourney was beaten into a dog by the Knight of the Flowers; Osmund Kettleblack, the lover of Cersei, is being held in the dungeon.
Balon Swann, went to Dorne to meet Princess Myrcella.
Ser Arys, serving as Myrcella's bodyguard in Dorne.
These seven White Cloaks are all useless, Cersei should have been desperate, but fortunately Dorne Princess Arianne helped her indirectly: seducing Arys, causing White Cloak to die tragically in the coup - Darkstar slashed Myrcella's cheek that time.
White Cloak has vacated a spot, and the "Frankenstein" created by the biochemical magician Qyburn shines.
"Your Majesty, this is Ser Robert Strong, a new member of Kingsguard."
Entering the hall is a little Giant who is 2.5 meters tall, with legs thicker than tree trunks , The chest is comparable to a strong horse, and the shoulders are not inferior to bulls.
The huge helmet covered his face, with seven silk feathers flying from the top of the helmet, dyed in seven colors, symbolizing The Seven.
Wearing a white-glazed steel essence plate armor as bright as Maiden's hope, with gilded mail inside, and a pair of gold seven-pointed star buckles clasping the rolled-up white robe around his shoulders.
"Robert...Ser..." Cersei looked dazed for a moment.
shook the head, she said sullenly, "Ser, I want you to help me kill one... no, kill five!"
Robert Strong remained silent. , only the white robe swayed gently, like a huge statue.
"Ser Robert?" Cersei raised his volume.
"Your Majesty, Ser Robert swears a holy oath of silence, never to speak until all your enemies have been killed.
If you want to kill someone, just say But. Your order is his mission." Qyburn gently explained with a smile on his lips.
"Okay, great," Cersei excitedly nodded, "Now, take off your helmet and let me see your face."
Qyburn's face flashed a bit of hesitation, but he didn't. When he stops, Robert Strong takes off his great helmet...
"Ahhh, it's you, what's up with you, go away, go away for me, go away..."
Cersei's rosy cheeks that had just drank cider turned pale with a swipe, her beautiful blue eyes flashed with extreme horror, and lost self-control waved her arms and shouted.
"Your Majesty, don't be afraid, he won't hurt you again." Qyburn quickly advised.
"clang dong clang dong..." Robert Strong, like an emotionless robot, put on his helmet, turned and walked out the door.
When Robert Strong left, Cersei regained his composure a little and asked the biochemical wizard loudly: "What is he? Qyburn, what have you done?"
"Your Majesty, I I reported to you!" Qyburn looked innocent.
"Seven Hells!" Cersei contorted his face and scolded, "You said you were doing unethical medical experiments, but that's what medicine can do?"
" I'm from Yi Ti and Asshai's medicine," argues Qyburn.
Then he added: "Also, he is the most loyal Knight, just like me, and will never betray you. Even if you let him go to bloodbath the Great Sept, he will not have the slightest Hesitation and pity."
"Okay, alright..." Cersei's face turned bloody, and she was persuaded.
"Let him kill those five pariahs who were rude to me."
"Uh, which five? There were a lot of people in the parade who were rude to Your Majesty ." Qyburn wondered.
"Then try to kill as much as you can. The more you kill, the happier I will be." Cersei said impatiently.
"My experiment is at a critical juncture and I need some living material." Qyburn rubbed his hands together and smiled charitably.
"Yes, their wailing will make me have a good dream (there is a dungeon under the Red Keep, the inmates cry, and people who live on the first floor can hear it). Of course, I most want to hear Unella, Scolera, Confessions of the three old Septas of Moelle," Cersei said.
"We can't touch the Church guys just yet, Your Majesty," Qyburn advised.
"I know that revenge will have to wait until after trial by combat, until I regain control of King's Landing, until I transfer back to Lannister's elite from Riverlands...hmph!"
“Your Majesty is wise,” Qyburn compliments.
"That's right, that Daenerys," Cersei thought of Maggy the Frog's prophecy again, his face gloomy and his eyes flickering, "is she as beautiful as me?"
"This... ...." Qyburn didn't know what to say, and thought about his words, "I heard that the people in House Targaryen look good."
"Damn, it's her," Cersei said with a change in expression, fiercely said, " Qyburn, help me contact Faceless Men, I want her to die!"
"Uh..." Qyburn looked strange and whispered: "Dragon Queen burned Braavos, Faceless Men dare not Then take the Dragon Queen assassination list."
"What? What did you say?" Cersei's eyes widened.
Qyburn quickly recounts what happened in Braavos a few days ago.
After The Spider Varys "absconded," Qyburn became Cersei's new Master of Whisperers.
Even though Cersei was arrested, because of his outstanding ability, with four or five successes of Varys, Pycelle and Kevan didn't sack him when they were in power.
"Dragon, can you talk? I don't believe it." After listening to Qyburn's report, Cersei shook his head.
"May the Holy Light bless you, Westeros!" A loud and majestic voice suddenly came from outside the window.
The tone is very strange, deep, rough, like a mix of tigers, lions, bison and other large animals, and it is definitely not a human voice.
"ahhhh, dragon, dragon is coming, Mother of Dragons is coming to King's Landing!" shouted the castle guardian in panic.
"Demon Dragon can talk, Demon Dragon is talking, The Seven!"
Cersei's expression changed, and there was uncle Ser Kevan's voice downstairs.
What is he talking about?
Unable to help, she walked quickly to the balcony...
"I am the eldest son of Dragonmother, I am Holy Light, The Seven Left Envoy of Light... ..."
Cersei dumbfounded, looking at the dragon with a thunderous voice in the distance, stiffened and lost the ability to speak.
At this point, a single thought flickered wildly in her mind: Demon Dragon is talking!
Demon Dragon can not only speak, but also predict!
"I came to King's Landing today for three things. First, I swear in the name of The Seven that Citadel violated guest right and reversed black and white..."
Holy Dragon explained the change of Citadel in detail before continuing: "Such a violation of the teachings of The Seven is appalling.
Therefore, Dragon Queen and High Septon agreed to immediately start the Church trial against Citadel.
Second thing, I was inspired by Crone in a dream and found a slate in Andalos Velvet Hills, from the King Hugor Dynasty more than 6,000 years ago.
The slate A prophecy was recorded: after Long Summer, the stars cry blood, and the icy darkness will cover the world, Holy Son of Light was born from the Riverlands, he walked through the Seven Kingdoms barefoot, holding with devout faith, fearless courage and steely will Forge the Holy Sword of Light for the material, he will dispel the darkness and end Long Night."
Uh, High Sparrow helped to revise the prophecy, he thought the prophecy that dragon observed in the timeline was unreasonable and unreasonable. Formal, yet lacking in heritage.
"Holy Son of Light, Holy Sword of Light, what are they?" Cersei asked innocently.
"A bit like Asshai's prophecy, Azor Ahai reincarnated." Qyburn said strangely.
"Uh, so who is Holy Son of Light?" Cersei looked at Kobe and screamed, "Impossible, how can High Sparrow be Child of Prophecy, he looks so old and so ugly! "
Well, in Cersei's mind, Child of Prophecy should be Rhaegar's Heavenly God-like beauty.
"Ah, Lord High Septon is the Holy Son of Light!"
From the guards in the Red Keep, to the nobles on Aegon's High Hill, to the street vendors and residents The army of beggar, like Cersei, immediately guessed the identity of the Holy Son of Light in the prophecy.
Compared to Asshai's prophetic metaphors, the implications of The Seven's prophecy are too obvious.
Appropriate for all ages!
"Finally, about Dragon Queen's sacred oath on the Wall, the one who ends Long Night is king..."
"Targaryen, words are like a mountain. I The mother will always keep her promise."
"Phew, this is good news," Cersei let out a long relaxed breath, "The Seven is above, Deathwing can pick stars with his left hand. , right hand throwing meteorites. If we come to the Red Keep quietly in the middle of the night and come to the 'Meteorite from the sky', we will be finished."
"yes!" Qyburn said with a smile: "Just every Moon searches for a group of rogues from King's Landing to send to the Wall, and Iron Throne has joined the 'anti-ghost united front', so she can no longer attack you."
"I hope this winter will last a little longer. I have enough time," Cersei sighed, "with my wisdom and experience, it is not difficult to take back the power of the Regent King from my old uncle, and it is easy to clean up the Imperial Court rebels.
As long as the Seven Kingdoms political situation Steady, up and down under my control, High Sparrow is really a soft and crunchy roasted Sparrow, as long as Mother of Demon Dragons..."
"Ai, how I wish Long Night It's true, let that woman fight the Others, and let the Others King take her and her dragon," Cersei folded his hands together, with an expression of unprecedented devotion, and prayed in the direction of the Great Sept of Baelor, "The Seven bless, let Long Night Be real, let Others be fierce as dragons, let the cold winter come even fiercer!"