“Since the Seven Gods appeared on Mount Andal, the Staff of Authority has been a symbol of rights for the Archbishop of the Church.”

"Using it, the Archbishops can communicate with the great gods, spread the glory of the seven gods throughout His believers, and can cultivate the most tenacious warriors, the wisest nuns, and the most pious knights of the Vows."

...

In the bedroom of Prime Minister Tashare, the wooden scepter attracted all the attention of the old and the young. The Onion Knight next to him felt a little embarrassed, so he asked with tactful tactfulness.

"Maybe I should avoid it?"

"No, Sir Davos" said the old monk: "You have a very pious belief in the Seven Gods. I am very convinced of this, so you don't need to avoid you." As he said that, he smiled at him, then turned his head and continued to explain:

"It was not until the church and the Targaryen family clashed due to the custom of royal incest, and the Order uprising was suppressed by King Meg, and the scepter was hidden by a certain sage and disappeared until now."

"Why didn't you recognize it at that time?" Shire couldn't help but ask. To know these things, why didn't he raise them when he first met?

"This scepter has disappeared for hundreds of years, child." The old monk sighed: "If I had not read ancient books, I would not have recognized it. It was so inconspicuous, like an ordinary walking stick. But we should be glad that this prevents it from being destroyed."

"destroy?"

"With the assistance of the school city, all the power and related books of the church were burned by the Targaryen family." The old monk said helplessly: "The bachelors were originally the most solid allies of the church, but that time they turned to the Conqueror family."

Hearing this, Davos, who was standing by, couldn't help but say, "Forgive me, rude, monks, but it is their duty to assist the lords."

"Responsibility? Maybe." The old monk smiled, and did not continue to talk about it, but continued to talk.

"After that disaster, most of the church succumbed to Targaryen's dragon flames. They disbanded the Holy Sword Knights, disbanded the Star Warriors, and actively cooperated to clear away everything blessed by God, and countless people died because of this."

"We are the remaining people who are unwilling to surrender. After the failure, the sages chose to integrate into the group and into the poor, hiding in the darkness of this huge and tiny city, retaining the last spark, but in fact they were just surviving."

"We no longer serve the aristocratic class, but instead devote our lives to the poor. However, because of past history, we dare not be too blatant and can only proceed quietly. We do not know when this kind of hiding will be the end, but the doctrine cannot be changed, and incest will never be allowed. All mortals are equal before the gods. What can the so-called descendants of the true dragon?"

After a sip of water, the old monk said in a low voice: "It was not until the Targaryen Dynasty was destroyed that we dared to make more fanfare. King Robert ascended the throne. We thought we would welcome a bright hope, but unfortunately, the contemporary archbishop was no different from those corrupt nobles and used the church as a tool for profit. He was no longer worthy of becoming a spokesperson for the Seven Gods."

The old monk looked calm when he said this, but the regret in his tone was very obvious.

Shire didn't know about this, so he didn't comment. Davos coughed dryly, looking a little embarrassed, but he agreed.

The atmosphere was silent for a while, and then Charles looked down at the scepter in his hand.

"So, is this thing actually a gift from God?"

"I don't know," sighed the old monk, "that was thousands of years ago. If the church had not endured that disaster, there might be a record of it."

"But that's not the point, child," he said, staring at Charles with a sharp look: "Since you can find it and get its recognition, you are destined to be the best candidate for the Archbishop of the Church. Come with me and do what you should do."

"Sorry," Shire shook his head under the disappointed gaze of the old monk, "I still say the same thing to your proposal."

Hearing this, the old monk looked sad, but then the other party's words made his expression excited again.

"But I'm quite interested in the abilities contained in this scepter."

The young man said as he looked down at his left hand palm.

...

The rain for a whole day washed away the impetuous atmosphere. Under the fog in the morning, the camp surrounding the king's land began to "awake"

Because there were too many people, the logistics staff in charge of the food had to take turns to rest. The kitchen smoke never stopped, and the food was prepared continuously for 24 hours for the soldiers and the southern lords to eat.

Under the muddy roads in the camp, the soldiers on duty at night and the soldiers who just got up in the morning crossed and returned to their dormitories. The knights and nobles were dressed in armor and clothes under the service of their servants, walked out of the tent to patrol the camp, and the armor cloth embroidered with their own family badges made them look so noble and proud.

“What a beautiful view.”

Looking at the city at the end of his sight, a handsome brown-haired young man standing at the door of the tent sighed so much.

"Smelling, what beautiful scenery is there?" Another black-haired peer in the tent responded, looking at a woman who was bent down to wear armor for him.

"Brenee, do you think so?"

"Hug, sorry, your majesty, I have never been to King's Landing." The woman named Brienne responded in a slight nervous voice.

She is very tall and even looks much stronger than ordinary men. She has beautiful blue eyes. If you look at this alone, you will definitely think she is a great beauty.

But her buck teeth, bald forehead, freckled cheeks and straw-like short light yellow hair made her look unsightly. With her normal appearance on her chest, no one would regard her as a woman.

"I'm talking about the rainbow, Your Majesty." The young man standing at the door took over the conversation. He took a deep breath of the morning air, and then sang a poem.

"Look at that, the seven colors of light in the sky, which are the sacred blessings sprinkled by the seven gods, and mortals have no way to know them, they..."

After the rain passed, a rainbow did appear in Junlin. The dazzling sky was extremely beautiful. Looking down at the low city below, just like the strong man who was pitiful of the humble man below.

Isn't it just right with their title of Rainbow Seven Guards?

"When will we attack the city, Your Majesty?" He couldn't help asking after he finished feeling.

"What? My Knight Loras is a little impatient?" The black-haired young man in the camp smiled.

"Of course, I want to make achievements for you earlier." The young man named Lolas said, looking deep at the black-haired young man.

"Even if your brother Stannis hides behind the city wall and cannot hide, I believe we will definitely win the championship, and the rainbow can be a witness!"

"Of course, I believe this too." The brunette young man nodded, "but if there is an easier way, why should we attack?"

“Easier?”

"Believe me, Knight Loras, I have many allies in King's Landing." The black-haired young man smiled and said, "And they have promised to dedicate the entire city to me without losing one soldier or soldier."

"Forgive me for taking the liberty, your majesty, I don't believe in such a thing."

"I don't believe it either, but I've been waiting for so long anyway, so why not wait for a while?"

...

At the time of his speech, the female knight named Brienne smoothed the last gold-edged sleeve and looked at the handsome young king in the glass. She was afraid of being discovered, so she hurriedly lowered her head again.

"It's done, your majesty."

"Thank you, Brienne." The black-haired young man bowed his head and thanked him, then his eyes turned to the young man at the door again, glanced up and down, and said meaningfully: "But even if they were telling a lie, I believe that my Miss Brienne and the brave Knight of Flowers will snatch the iron chair for me, and I firmly believe this."

This statement seemed to touch a string of the young man, and Loras couldn't help but walk towards him a few steps.

"I also believe, Your Majesty."
Chapter completed!