NOVEL NEXT Chapter 486: undercurrent
Chapter 486 Undercurrent
The setting sun, which was about to sink into the horizon, seemed to be stained with blood, sprinkled thousands of golden lights, and shrouded the world in a faint blood color.
Boom boom boom—
There was a rapid knock on the door, like a drum beating to death.
The archbishop suddenly woke up from his contemplation, adjusted his messy clothes, and hid the fear on his face before getting up to open the door.
"Your Majesty, it's bad! The Knights of the Holy Sword and the Knights of the Stars have clashed with the garrison of the capital city!"
"I see, go ask the archbishop to come and discuss."
"Okay." Seeing the archbishop's unhurried appearance, the monk relaxed his nervousness, "Do you want to send someone to the Red Castle to meet the king, so as to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings?"
"No. I will explain to His Majesty." The archbishop said.
"Yes." The monk turned and left.
What he didn't know was that the archbishop, who seemed calm and composed, didn't have a well-thought-out plan, but knew that such a conflict would happen a long time ago.
The establishment of the Holy Sword Knights and the Star Warriors was too short, and too many people rushed in at once, and how many of these people are loyal to the king? How many are true fanatics?
The archbishop dared not guess.
And is this conflict an unintentional act of believers? Or is it deliberately instigated by someone with a heart?
The archbishop could not be sure.
The situation is urgent, and the archbishops came quickly.
There are a total of seven archbishops in the Church of the Seven Gods, and they are second only to the archbishop in the church.
"Those crazy believers must be stopped!" An archbishop hurriedly said as soon as he entered the door, "We are not Caesar's opponents, he has 200,000 troops just outside the city, and he can crush our religious orders like ants .”
"You underestimated the armed forces of the church!" Immediately, someone objected, "Yes, there are only more than a hundred people in the Holy Sword Knights, and only two to three thousand people in the Star Warriors, but you must know that the Seven Gods are in West Luo has millions of devout followers! They will not allow Caesar to do such a blasphemy!"
"What blasphemy? What did Caesar do? Can any of you prove that the death of the previous archbishop was related to him?"
"Who else could it be? Did the archbishop burn himself?"
"Witchcraft! Wicked fire magic! That must be it!"
"If this is the case, why did the seven gods watch Caesar commit such blasphemy in the temple and not send divine punishment?"
"The gods want to use our hands to inflict divine punishment! The Holy Sword Knights and Star Warriors are the tools of the gods."
"Heh! Are the tools of the gods only so few people? Tell me, how did they defeat Caesar's army?"
"There are also devout believers in Caesar's army. All the knights have sworn oaths in front of the statues of the seven gods. Caesar only looks powerful, but he is actually vulnerable."
"There are also northern princes, they may not really surrender."
…
Listening to the quarrel among the archbishops, the archbishop remained silent.
He discovered that the number of archbishops who took a tough stand had an absolute upper hand, and only two archbishops refused to go to war with the Red Castle.
Looking at the archbishops who impassionedly stated that they wanted to avenge the previous archbishop, the archbishop almost thought that he could really fight against Caesar.
But when he thought of those god-like golden eyes, he regained his composure.
"Do you also want to be reduced to ashes like the previous archbishop?" The archbishop was not alone.
These words were like pouring a basin of cold water, and the room fell silent immediately.
"We don't have to fight Caesar to the death." Someone said, "We just need to make him make concessions. Otherwise, the archbishop will die like this. If we do nothing, the reputation of the church will be ruined. The believers will also would be very disappointing to us.”
This statement immediately received more approval:
"That's right, Caesar is busy dealing with the threat from the north. He certainly doesn't want to tear himself apart with the church at this time. As long as we exercise restraint, I believe he will make concessions."
"Don't forget the religious order. Although they are still weak, they have unlimited potential. Caesar needs this power, and he will be willing to compromise."
"Yes, we should let Caesar hear us."
"Let Caesar know the wrath of the Seven Kingdoms!"
"Exactly!"
…
"Your Majesty, what do you think of our method?" The archbishops finally threw this issue to the archbishop to make a decision.
The archbishop settled down, his eyes slowly swept across the faces of each archbishop, taking a panoramic view of their expressions, and finally said:
"The majesty of the Seven Gods cannot be challenged."
As soon as this remark came out, the archbishops had different expressions, some were extremely surprised, while others were secretly worried.
But they all knew that what the archbishop meant was to fight against the king.
A bloodbath seems inevitable.
The Archbishop spoke again:
"Call the believers, I will convey to them the oracle of the Seven Gods."
Oracle?
The archbishops looked at each other, and suddenly felt that the attitude of the archbishop might be more intense than they imagined.
But the only spokesperson of the Seven Gods in the world has spoken like this, and they can only suppress all kinds of thoughts:
"yes!"
After everyone left, the archbishop looked back at the wardrobe in the room.
He knew that behind the thin wallboard, there was an ear and a pair of eyes, which had recorded everything just now.
The archbishop pays a moment of silence for some idiots.
Ever since he witnessed the High Sparrow being wiped out under the gaze of the Seven Gods, the archbishop understood that Caesar was not something he could fight against.
The sun finally set from the west, and night shrouded the earth.
However, tonight's King's Landing City seems quite uneasy.
Although the conflict between the militia of the religious order and the garrison of the capital city has ceased, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is only a temporary calm. Not only has the conflict between the two sides not eased, but it is constantly accumulating, waiting for the next eruption.
More and more angry believers flocked to the Visenya hills like a tide. After they heard that the archbishop was about to issue the oracle of the seven gods, they decided to wait here all night.
In the square in front of the Baylor Cathedral, countless candles were lit, and people mourned the archbishop who had just died in the candlelight.
I have to say that the High Sparrow was indeed very popular before, especially the poor people, they all remembered the kindness of this archbishop who was also from a humble background.
Messengers shuttled back and forth in the city, exchanging opinions and weaving conspiracies.
Regarding all this, the Red Castle has been watching with cold eyes.
Even the king didn't send anyone to ask about the previous conflict between the religious order and the capital's garrison.
The 200,000 troops outside the city showed no signs of mobilization.
This eerie calm actually hides a turbulent undercurrent. The wise people know it well and choose to stay out of it, but there are also many fools who are scheming and plotting, delusional.
The night is dark, the moonlight is cold, and all the ambitions and worries are quietly hidden, only to reveal the answer after dawn.