Chapter 1101
Outside of King's Landing, by the Blackwater Rush, hundreds of tents representing various families, like mushrooms in the field, are scattered on the lush green land.
Aristocratic Knights with bright armor and laughing loudly, common people cheering loudly, singers playing the accordion, vendors pushing small carts to sell sausages and fruits, and there are countless others. The clear flag waving in the warm wind...
"Arya, see it, exactly the same as the Tourney who welcomed the father more than ten years ago, the same place, the same people. There are many more people, and many less people, all as magnificent as the songs sing."
In midair, Sansa's expression is blurred, the good memories of the past, the beautiful scenes of the present, She couldn't help it, and almost burst into tears.
"You've seen the great trial, you've seen Dany put on the Human King's Crown, crowned king, and now you've finished admiring the Tourney mourning your death, right?" Arya indifferently said.
"Satisfied? How can I be satisfied, this is supposed to be a Tourney to celebrate my enthronement, not a funeral!" Sansa said excitedly.
"It's the way it should be, there's nothing I can do about it." Arya sighed.
"Fate is unfair, I don't accept it!" Sansa exclaimed with a contorted face.
"I can assure you that no one interferes with your destiny. It is the result of choice."
"Look at Bran," Sansa pointed to the one-armed person below. Jaime stabbed White Cloak seven or eight meters away, "He's still laughing, laughing so much, I just died, he left 'Never Leave' Winterfell, still in Tourney, still laughed heartily!!! "
"Bran's dream when he was a child was to become a Knight like Barristan. Although his martial skills are a bit poor, it is a dream come true now, why can't you laugh?" A trace of dissatisfaction appeared on Arya's face.
“He knew my future, but he didn’t inform me. Why is he still so happy now?” Sansa excitedly said.
"Bran knew that Ygritte was going to have a difficult childbirth, but he also didn't tell Jon. Sansa, fate is not interfered with, it's oneself's choice." Arya said solemnly.
"I finally got the iron...damn Iron Throne, why, why am I clinging to that dirty iron chair?
wu wu wu , they all call me Rotten Buttocks Sansa, wu wu wu, I am a greater founding Queen than Aegon the Conqueror, wu wu wu ......"
Thinking of Iron Throne, Sansa couldn't help but Sorrow comes from it, regret and resentment, covering his face and weeping.
"Rhaego, Rhaego, Rhaego!" Suddenly, a tsunami of cheers erupted from the tourney ground.
Sansa rubbed her eyes and took a closer look, but after six rounds of the fight, Rhaego sideways dodged Brienne's long spear while also knocking her off the saddle.
"wu wu wu..." Sansa's mother-in-law cried again when she saw Rhaego put the golden peony wreath on her daughter's head.
"I have never worn a 'rear crown garland' in my life! I have worked hard for more than ten years and finally achieved dominance, but I haven't even enjoyed the taste of a day's official Queen. My life, too I'm sorry."
"I've seen everything I should, come to Hell with me!" Arya said impatiently.
"Hell?" Sansa was stunned. "What are you going to do in Hell?"
"Serving prison time."
"What?" Sansa's eyes widened, Roaring: "Did you make a mistake? I've been cautious all my life, and I've never done anything... I try to do as little as possible against the teachings of The Seven, but instead make a lot of achievements, why should I get down to Hell? I'm still Level 4 What about Grand Cleric!”
“You were a Little White flower in the first half of your life, and you have no faults; in the middle of your life, it is not a big mistake to deceive Aegon’s emotions; , the small sins are constant, the major sins are few, and the overall merit far outweighs the loss, and you can have a good position if you go to Heaven." Sighed: "But you're not alone, you have a mother!"
"mother?" Sansa frowned: "Isn't the mother's Soul completed? After returning from Slaver's Bay, I also personally Her body was burnt."
"Mother's sin, you don't know? Because of Red Wedding, she was a Lady Stoneheart in those years, specializing in breaking oaths and violating guest rights."
Sansa hesitantly said: "It doesn't matter if you give her all my merits, why do you want me to Hell?"
"Children can help their parents serve their sentences and be punished."
"I'm afraid of pain..."
"Isn't mother afraid? How much did she do for you during her lifetime?" Arya coldly said.
"What about you?" Sansa was displeased with her tone.
"I work hard in the underworld and give all the merits to my mother."
"Can I also work hard in Heaven to earn merits?" Sansa asked.
“Even if you get a position in Heaven, it’s hard to earn merit. And as you are the founding king, Level 4 Cleric, and great meritorious person, one day’s sentence can be worth one hundred days for mother, efficiency Too high."
Sansa's expression changed and he hesitated.
"Are you going to say no?" Arya's eyes became dangerous.
"What's the penalty if I go to Hell? Are there any discounts?" Sansa asked.
"Father is just! Your punishment is the same as that of Walder Frey. Those who violate the guest right will light the sky lantern after death."
"What is the sky lantern? Listen to terrifying. ' asked Sansa shudderingly.
"It's really miserable, the equivalent to Soul is burned on the fire, and always maintains the most sensitive feeling." Arya sighed with a bitter face: "The mother screamed so miserably, you go down to accompany her, and She speaks and cheers for her."
"Mother has five children, and I'm the only one who will accompany her in Hell?" Sansa said with a gloomy expression.
"Little Dany will go abroad with Simba to be the Crown Prince's concubine, wait for a child to be born in the future, and choose a son to inherit the Human King's Crown. During this period, the Seven Kingdoms government affairs are taken care of by the Hand of the King— —"
"What?" Sansa was surprised and angry, "What kind of idiot's idea is this? Let Margaery be in charge, will my grandson's throne come back?"
Arya rolled her eyes at her and said, "Why do you think Bran is still at King's Landing? Just for Tourney?"
"Damn!" Sansa was stunned for a moment, but her face changed when she realized it. Very ugly, "I asked Bran to be my prime minister, but he refused."
"Bran can't serve you because he's Dragon Queen's White Cloak. But he can be Dragon Queen's daughter-in-law You don't understand the truth of being loyal to your grandson?" Arya indifferently said.
"What does this have to do with me going down to Hell?"
"During the reign of Seven Kingdoms, Bran will be diligent in politics, love the people, eat well, and strive to benefit the Seven Kingdoms in order to earn More merit.
So, you understand? You are working hard, we are all working hard, and no one is idle."
"It's not that I don't want to work hard, it's just that ..." Sansa took the younger sister's hand and begged: "Can I change my post? For example, let Mother bring me back to life, I promise not to raise Little White's face again, eat every night, and be vigilant? "
"Do you think it's possible? Mother doesn't even care about Ygritte."
Sansa's pale dead face was gloomy and uncertain.
After a while, she gritted her teeth and said bitterly: "Okay, very good, I love my mother and am willing to share part of her sins, but no one is alone.
I have it too. Daughter!
Arya, please tell Mother, I will give Dany a dream and let her know that I am suffering in Hell.
She is also a filial child, not only will she share the merits I, too, should be lighting the sky lantern from Hell.
And my son-in-law, I don't accept any dowry gifts, so let's come and help his grandma's sky lantern together!"
"Yes Now, and my future grandson and granddaughter," Sansa said more and more excitedly, "let all of Dany's descendants go down to Hell to help my mother light the sky lantern, hahaha!"
Arya was shocked on the spot.
"Maybe, for the sake of mother, try..." she said with a weird expression.
......
Five years later.
In the foothills of the Changbai Mountains, a stone city is under construction, and hundreds of Free Folks are chanting and busy in a frenzy.
"North's Ice King, Jon, Val are about to give birth!"
Suddenly, a red-haired old man walked out of the rough stone tower in the center of the city, with his hands around his mouth to form a trumpet, facing the west The construction site screamed loudly.
Jon was shocked when he heard this, and quickly removed the stone bar on his shoulder, threw it on the ground, and ran back to his castle.
"It's only in the afternoon, doesn't it mean when the time comes in the evening? Is there something wrong? After careful calculation, Val is in his thirties, almost forty, and he seems to be a little older. ' he said nervously.
"Moqorro said the old man said it was a normal phenomenon. It is very difficult for a pregnant woman to determine the date of delivery. It is almost impossible to be accurate to the time." Tormund said with some gray hair.
While speaking, the two came outside Val's bedroom, but were stopped by Mance Rayder.
The former Wildlings King also has head covered in grey hair, but his body is still straight and strong.
"Women give birth to children, men don't go in, you should cheer for her outside the house."
Hearing his wife's heart-wrenching cry, Jon sweated profusely on his forehead .
"Val, Val? You will have a daughter, I saw it in the prophecy, don't be afraid."
Val did not respond to him, but there was a strange rhythm singing in the house .
"Mother stared tenderly and waited quietly, an Angel flew over, watching the sunrise of life, crying like the sound of nature, Mother smiled, and an Angel was coming...
" ..."
It can be heard that the singer is an old man, the tone is rough and monotonous, but it contains a strange power, which can calm people's hearts, concentrate their energy, and make mothers full of strength.
Even the uterus moves rhythmically to the rhythm.
"This is Song of Childbirth." Jon relaxed.
According to Cleric's statistics, since Song of Childbirth "The Seven" three years ago, over 70% of pregnant women who have been assisted have given birth naturally, and most of the remaining 30% can be in Holy Heal and Song. of Childbirth Smooth childbirth under the dual action.
even more how Moqorro also holds Archmaester degrees in Scalpel Cleric and Pharmacy Cleric.
"Quack, quack, quack..." Sure enough, after waiting for less than an hour, the child's loud howl came out.
"It really is a daughter!" Inside, Dalla cry out in surprise.
"Whoops, what's going on, how could this be?"
Jon was overjoyed when he heard the cry of his aunt, lose one's head out of fear.
"What's the matter?" He couldn't bear it any longer, pushed open the door and rushed in.
There were quite a few people in the room, Mance Rayder's daughter, Tormund's granddaughter-in-law...seven or eight people.
They all stared at the bloody baby in Dalla's arms.
Seeing Jon in a hurry, he also has a strange look, hesitating to say anything.
"This is my daughter!!" Jon didn't notice the expressions of the others, not even anyone else in his sight.
The red-haired woman who cried with her mouth open took up all his attention.
Hey, wait, red hair...
Jon rubbed his eyes, it wasn't blood, that thick tuft of lanugo was really red, like a kiss of fire.
"Why does this child have red hair?" said the auntie naively.
Mance Rayder, who came in, was stunned, looking at Jon's brown and black curly hair, and at his wife's golden long hair... The sister-in-law has the same fair hair and blue eyes as his wife.
The caste is strong and has become a fact that it is known.
Theoretically, this child should awaken Targaryen's silver hair and purple eyes, or silver golden hair and blue eyes.
"What's the matter, why are you in a daze? Give the child a bath." Tormund patted his head and wondered.
"shua shua shua!" The eyes of everyone in the room all fell on his head.
Mance brows frowned, also turning to the only red-haired man here, and sighing: "Tormund, Jon asked you to be the Castle Commander to take care of his family while he built the Alwayswinter, and that's how you took care of it?"
“I take good care of Val, you hear how loud the child’s cry is, it’s as strong as me.” Tormund laughed heartily.
"Maybe, red hair is a mutant gene?" Jon said strongly with a smile.
Mance walked over to Tormund and asked in a low voice, "Have you and Val... this child is red-haired, you are red-haired, caste strong, you know that?"
Tormund was stunned for a while, and then suddenly realized: "You guys are crazy, you even suspect me and Val are having an affair?! Although we did in our early years—"
"Shut up!" When Val woke up, he shouted angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about, this is Jon and I's child!"
Everyone was silent.
Jon smirked, not knowing what to do.
Val shivered and said with a white face: "Grandmaster Moqorro, according to a tradition that has become popular in recent years, the first-born son of a noble must have a blood test in public anyway, in order to obtain the identity of The Seven and the people of the territory. Granted, try it now, in front of us."
Dark Cleric glanced at North's Ice King, walked over to Dalla, and tapped the baby's sole with his finger.
A drop of blood the size of a grain of rice immediately oozes out of her blood-stained feet.
Moqorro didn't take Jon's blood, but ignited the blood with the easiest and quickest "King's Blood Verification".
"bang!" The bean-sized flame instantly expanded by more than three feet, and the color also showed a noble deep purple.
"Ah, king blood, top king blood, very powerful magic energy!" Moqorro was shocked.
"This is my daughter." Jon was ecstatic.
"Yes, she is probably your princess, Tormund has no king blood." Moqorro affirmed.
"Hey, old man, do you look down on me? How can I say, I'm also Marquess Tormund!" Tormund said unhappily.
After Little Princess was cleaned, changed clothes, and breastfeeding, Moqorro took a drop of her and Jon's blood and performed a more complicated and more formal genetic comparison dive technique.
This time, all the nobles and famous commoners of Alwayswinter are present.
This has indeed gradually become a tradition among nobles, not only Westeros is popular, but a similar ceremony was also performed a year ago when the eldest grandson of Dragon Queen was born.
Yes, it has gradually become a ceremony, which is recognized by The Seven and Heaven and Earth on behalf of the newborn.
Similar to Second Stag and Renly's revolt on the pretext that Joffrey was not Robert's biological son, it is almost impossible to reappear in the future.
"In the witness of Mother, this is the daughter of North's Ice King Jon Targaryen and Queen Val Rayder." Moqorro held up the baby girl wrapped in white bear fur, sang a song of blessing, and a Holy Light fell from the sky , on the swaddling clothes.
"King's Daughter, King's Daughter!" the nobles and commoners cheered loudly.
"Maybe, I have red-haired ancestors." Val wasn't angry afterwards, and she knew the truth about caste resilience.
Well, she has no reason to be angry, after all, her past...
Seven days later, when the child performed baptism, her Dany great aunt was a couple Unravel the mystery.
"Look at her, she has a round face, flat nose, red hair... who are you guys didn't expect?" Dany great aunt looked at the baby girl in her arms , just like a painter appreciates a painting done with the utmost effort.
"Ygritte?" Jon blurted out, then shook his head wildly, "How could it be, her mother isn't Ygritte and shouldn't look like Ygritte."
"She doesn't look like Ygritte, she is Ygritte, the reincarnation of Ygritte!" Dany aunt said proudly with a smile.
"Ah, this, this..." Val was stunned.
"Didn't you say Ygritte's Soul is back in Heaven and Earth?" Jon wondered.
"Of course back to Heaven and Earth. If Ygritte's Soul enters the child's body, it is not reincarnation, but possession. How could I do such a thing?"
"Samsara Plate ready?" Jon thought.
"Not yet, the Samsara Plate will not only cleanse the Soul, but also format the imprint of life, but this child's imprint of life is exactly the same as that of Ygritte.
No matter how strong the caste is, not stronger than the life mark, so although she has the bloodline of you and Val, she looks very similar to Ygritte."
"You teach me how to face her in the future..." Jon tugged at his hair in distress.
"That's your business, either, you learn Craster (Game of Thrones No. 1 ghost father); or you happily give her to another man, hahahaha!"
This is a lifetime punishment, a lifetime debt.
......
Another fifteen years, King's Landing, the first day of the new year, the first day of the new year.
A new king ascends the throne again.
A Tourney celebrating the new king's ascension once again.
Outside the King's Gate, the people who put on new clothes on the first day of the new year are as dense as a forest.
In the crowd, the crunch of the long spear breaking and the accompanying fierce shouting could be heard from time to time.
Besides Blackwater Rush, the spring is cold and steep, the river water is clear and slow, and the isolated reflections of two gray robe old monks, one tall and the other short, are vaguely visible on the river.
"There are a lot of people in King's Landing," said the short barefoot monk.
“The census a year ago showed that the resident population of King's Landing was close to 300,000. Counting the farms within a hundred miles of land in the suburbs, it exceeded 500,000, which is almost the same as the number before Long Night.” Gao a hemp shoed old monk said.
"It seems that the seasons of the year are really better than the previous chaotic seasons." said barefoot monk.
"It's also better than the extravagant Long Summer, spring ploughing and autumn harvesting, four seasons orderly, hard work and no gain, no work and no gain, leisure and busyness, moderate work and rest, whole world at peace! said the tall old monk.
"Grandmaster Bronn, I didn't expect you to have such a high opinion, admiration and admiration!" The short old monk bowed.
“Grandmaster Tyrion is polite, you gave up your high position and great wealth, your beautiful wife and concubines, and walked the world barefoot for 20 years. Your favors spread to the most remote villages all over the world, and you built as many as two Holy Light Totem pillars. More than a thousand roots, the real merit is boundless!" Grandmaster Bronn exclaimed.
"I'm alone, wandering in the wild, I can't compare to your Sept training during the day, the dinner party full of children and grandchildren, and the blessings and longevity." The dwarf Master shook his head and said.
"Hahaha, you just have too much desire and want to become a god, how can you do it without suffering?" Bronn said with a smile.
"One has to be a little bit more ambitious," dwarf said.
"Yesterday on the 30th New Year's Eve, the new king invited the princes to have a New Year's Eve dinner. You came to King's Landing but didn't go to the Red Keep, where have you been?" Bronn asked concerned.
"When I was passing through a village outside the city, I met a farmer named Maiden. She saw me, a barefoot monk, alone and pitiful, so she enthusiastically cooked a pot of pork and cabbage stuffed dumplings for me. The taste... ...." dwarf sighed, "The whole table of delicacies in Red Keep is not as good as it." : "Very good, you have realm."
"I am Level 4 Cleric, the realm is definitely higher than your Level 3 Cleric." dwarf indifferently said.
Bronn laughed, didn't argue, and asked again: "Have you seen King Aemon?"
"Aemon..." dwarf's face flashed memories, After chewing on the name for a long time, he shook his head and said, "I've never seen him before, what's he like?"
Bronn turned his head and raised his chin towards the Tourney venue, "He's right there, why don't you go take a look?
I don't know if he can repeat his father's achievements and win Wreath of Love and Beauty for oneself fiancee."
"You can only see the face at a glance, it's hard to know. its heart," dwarf said.
Bronn thought for a while and said, "He has a good character. Although the queen doesn't like this grandson very much, she stays by her side to teach him how to grow up.
Not to mention, He's the 3rd-layer blessing that activates the Human King's Crown!"
"Only 3rd-layer..." dwarf frowned.
"Father's blessing, justice; Mother's protection, kindness and love to the people; Warrior's armor, brave and fearless. For King, it is good enough." Bronn said.
dwarf nods and asks again: "Aemon is Rhaego's eldest son, doesn't the queen like him?"
"That kid is a bit like you, very flirtatious, thirteen years old. The belly of the Grand Court Lady, the key is that the lady is still Marquess Irri's daughter, do you remember Irri?"
"The queen's horse men maid." Dwarf said.
"It's her. Originally, the queen wanted him to marry a female official, but that kid actually said that he didn't like her at all, just because the moonlight was so charming that night, he couldn't help it...
>Do you think this is human words?
It's just as beastly as you were back then. They all say that your nephew is like an uncle, Rhaego Crown Prince is not like you, but his son is really like him. Not only lustful, but also Slippery, quick-witted, and quick-witted."
dwarf corner of the mouth twitched, "The Queen let him go?"
"How is that possible?" Bronn's face twitched a few times. , raised two fingers, "Two hundred whips, no matter how much Crown Prince cried.
Torn skin and gaping flesh were beaten, the skin and eyes were smeared, and she was lying on the bed. It took half a year. When Aemon Prince was healed, he was immediately sent to King's Landing as a ready King."
"I'll meet that kid later." Dwarf felt some interest in his heart.
"Tyrion?" Suddenly, a group of Knights who were preparing to go back to their tent stopped, and one of the old men in Golden Lion armor was excited and galloped.
"It's really you!" Under the golden helmet, tears streamed down the wrinkles on his face,
"Jaime, you..." dwarf couldn't help but step forward , looking at the blond brother, his eyes moistened, "You're old."
Jaime jumped off the horse, beat him, said with a smile: "I'm seventy, can I not be old? Aren't you? Aren't you getting old too?
hair grey-white, wrinkled, so thin, so dark, almost unrecognizable."
"Uncle."
"Old man!"
Then another young Knight led a four or five-year-old boy to salute.
"It's Tywin!" Seeing the handsome young man who was almost Jaime's reappearance yesterday, dwarf's dull mood of 20 years of asceticism was also broken, shaking his rough hands and stroking his cheeks.
"It's me, uncle." Tywin was a little embarrassed, but he didn't dodge.
"Okay, good child, it's so big." dwarf patted Tywin's shoulder on tiptoe, and looked towards the little one on the side.
Little Jaime.
"Hahaha, three generations of grandparents, they are all carved out of the same mold." dwarf laughed.
"You guys talk, I'm going back to the city first." Bronn said goodbye at the right time.
"Where have you been all these years?" Jaime asked, holding dwarf.
"Wandering around, Westeros, beyond the wall, Essos, all of them. I even went back to the Westerlands, only wandering in remote mountain villages."
"Why bother!" look The younger brother old tree's skin-like Big Black feet, Jaime felt very uncomfortable, "What you enjoy the most, now..."
dwarf interrupted him with a hand, said with a smile : "I'm really good. In the past 20 years, my heart has never been at peace."
"When you come back this time, don't leave again. I don't have a few years to live, at least When I'm dead, you can only leave after you send me to the end." Jaime said sadly.
"Come on, Barristan is well over a hundred, isn't he growing stronger?" dwarf smiled and followed the Knight team as they walked towards Lannister's camp.
Knight dismounted, silently but curiously looking at the legendary Imp.
"Ser Barristan is the Holy Knight who first broke through Half God. After five hundred years, he will still be old and strong. I am not even a Holy Knight, how can I compare?" Jaime shook his head and smiled bitterly.
dwarf's eyes flashed, and he said meaningfully: "Of course you can compare."
"Jaime, in fact, I came back this time mainly for you."
After entering the tent, dwarf asked Tywin to take someone out of the door, and then cautiously took something out of his pocket and handed it to his brother.
"What..." Jaime opened the cloth bag, only to see a scroll of parchment with golden glyphs glittering on its surface.
"The Divine Comedy?" He looked towards dwarf suspiciously.
"Seven years ago in the winter, I was sheltering from the rain under a banana tree in a barren mountain. When I was about to fall asleep, old Aemon came over."
"Seven Years ago? Old Aemon died long ago." Jaime wondered.
"Listen to me," dwarf waved, "he has long hair and beard, all silver white, and wears a holy white robe, like a saint.
>I asked him—why are you here?
He smiled and asked—why are you here?
I said—I am in cultivation.
p>
He laughed and shook his head, and said--the seven realms of the human world, you only practice asceticism in the human realm, it is too slow, let me help you.
After he finished speaking, he threw it away, A huge picture fell down, and I seemed to see a complete ghost and a seven-layer Hell rushing towards me, and immediately woke up from the dream."
"Are you dreaming?" Jaime said strangely.
dwarf pointed to the parchment scroll, "I've got this in my hands when I wake up. Aemon should have reached a realm that we can't understand.
Alas, that old man Good luck, I was canonized directly by my old sister."
sighed then said, he explained: "This "Divine Comedy" is the old Aemon's tour of Hell, Heaven, and the world, getting countless inspirations from the dead Afterwards, he wrote a piece of poetry."
"Old Aemon is Maester, and it is nothing to be able to write poetry. But this "Divine Comedy" records the information of Heaven and Hell, and even contains the secret of sanctification. The old man is a good man, and he didn't forget me when he died."
Jaime heard this, immediately became curious, opened the scroll, and first saw "Hell first layer, Eighteen Prisoners" ......
"shua ——" The endless golden light blinded him all at once, and in the muddleheaded, he seemed to come to a strange place, singing chants in his ears, and the darkness and evil in front of him , in front of the cross, a brawny man with a height of three meters laughs and grabs the tongue of the mourning man and pulls it hard...
"Jaime, come back to God!" dwarf snorted.
The vision before my eyes, the wailing, laughter and chants in my ears are all disappeared.
"I..." Jaime was at a loss.
"Read the text in The Divine Comedy and your consciousness will follow into Hell or Heaven," dwarf said.
"What a terrifying!" Jaime exclaimed.
"Essentially, it's still a poem, but the words become a more intuitive picture."
"What's the use of this thing?" Jaime wondered.
"It's not a magic secret, just like ordinary books, it increases knowledge and life insights. After all, cultivation and mind cultivation are all insights."
See Jaime was still at a loss, and dwarf rewrote the parchment, "You don't understand it yet, when you become a Holy Knight and read The Divine Comedy, you should feel differently."
"Maybe, to When you can meet people you should have left behind but never forgotten. Old Brother, I hope this "Divine Comedy" can help you start a new life." He said meaningfully.
"I'm in my seventies and my whole life has come to an end. What new life is there? Besides, I'm not a Holy Knight." Jaime said with a bitter smile.
"Tywin even has a son, you are not ready to convert to Mother? Even if you can't compare to Barristan and old Aemon, you only live to be a hundred years old, and you still have more than 20 years to live. !"
"Actually, I'm about to join Sept." Jaime said with a smile: "I've already agreed with Lancel that after attending Aemon Scar's wedding, I will become a monk in Great Sept and be his disciple."
"Aemon Scar? What a horrible name." dwarf bared his teeth.
"You'll understand when you've met him."
dwarfnodding, "I'll find him later."
"Remember, "" The Divine Comedy can only be viewed by oneself, and can tell the content of the poem to outsiders, but absolutely cannot let others see its true content.
Some things are obviously made out of goodwill, but once In the hands of the unrighteous, it will turn into the most terrifying Magic Tool." He said seriously.
"Well, I remember."
A few Lannisters had lunch together and dwarf said goodbye to them.
"Westeros and Essos, I have traveled all over, next I will go to Sothoryos.
There are many natives in the wild, I want to convert them, use The Seven The brilliance of the Wildlings cleanses the Wildlings from the stinky and barbaric.
Don't worry about me, there may be a 'Dwarf Converting the Barbarians' story in a future Seven-Pointed Star.
Jaime , take care! Tywin, little Tyrion, grandpa will pray for you every day!"
dwarf wants to walk to walk, very simply.
But before leaving, he also went to the Red Keep and saw the Aemon Scar who was said to be very similar to him.
As Jaime said, after meeting him, I immediately understand why he has such a nickname.
The boy was slashed several times by his cousin and husband, directly on the face and head, and the scars left with a curse - never heal, when Ygritte is sad, the wound will open open.
Well, after Aemon was assigned to King's Landing, he traveled north and was warmly entertained by his cousin, who then stole his cousin's daughter.
Val is very pleased with the son-in-law, but the old father-in-law Jon is almost mad.
“hahaha, you brat is kind of like me!” dwarf laughed.
......
Three years later.
Scorching summer.
Outside the Great Sept of Baelor.
"Are you...coming to Sept to pray?" Jaime looked at the still tall, still ugly, and still gentle-eyed female Knight, with a very complicated expression.
"I want to join Warrior's Sons too," Brienne whispered.
"You have long been a holy White Cloak blessed by Mother," Jaime said.
"I think..." There was a faint blush on Brienne's round face.
She bit her fat caterpillar-like lips and summoned her courage: "Jaime, I have been thinking about it for many years, and finally I want to understand one thing, the glory of the Knight, the approval of the Dragon Queen, countless people Appreciation for the Cloakless Guard is not what I really want, I..."
"I found out that the days of escorting you to King's Landing...getting along with you The days of my life are the most memorable moments in my life.
When you were at Casterly Rock, I couldn’t help but think about it, but for the three years you came to Great Sept, all I needed was Standing on the top of the Red Keep tower, I couldn't help looking in the direction of the Holy Light Tower.
I, I couldn't help it.
You are in your seventies, and so do I I'm in my