The house deep in the flea nest has recently become the most lively place in King's Landing. Every day, from morning to night, no matter when you go, you can see long queues lined up, from inside to outside, without any sight.

The king's landlords, who were taller than shorter or older, walked in with anticipation, and left with joy and trance - passed down by word of mouth, and this place has long been famous.

In the courtyard, pure lights appeared one after another, yellow, red, blue, and green, which were different from the god of prayer...

The seven gods are not seven gods, but seven sides of one god. The seven-pointed star is the symbolic pattern of this church, and the number seven is the auspicious number of the seven gods believers.

Because of what he did at this time, Charles took the time to look at the Seven Star Bible and gained some understanding of this.

"Sir, please take a break."

Constantly driving the scepter, a young sparrow beside him whispered in reverence.

"No need." The young man replied, showing his actions again and again, staring at the cheeks of expectation and respect in front of him, and seemed to have a vague understanding of the thing of faith.

Firmly believe, look up to... faith lies in the heart, and the ability of this scepter seems to rely on it.

The scepter has seven abilities, which can give people health, strength, courage, charm, and wisdom...

This seems to vaguely correspond to human beings' yearning for certain beautiful substances.

Relying on his energetic physique, he also has much more physical strength than normal people, and his usual sleep is only four or five hours. So after his spell learning fell into a "bottleneck", he spent most of his time here and on exploring this scepter.

Therefore, he had a certain understanding of the inside and out of the scepter.

First, it cannot take effect on the goal of not believing in the Seven Gods.

Therefore, Charles had some guesses about its nature.

Its ability lies in the heart.

Only by completely letting go of the Seven Gods and firmly believing that the Seven Gods can "heal" themselves, can the goal be cured.

Similarly, other abilities are granted the same.

Under this limitation, some people who are confused and have a stingy mind can only return in disappointment

And its real effect is not that great, it is a bit like psychological hints.

For example, the girl who is one of the seven gods can give people charm, but this is not really giving, but rather it seems to make the goal full of confidence.

Fan is a woman who is given by this ability. Her appearance has not changed much, but her mental outlook has changed a lot.

Of course, it is not only that. These people are just a little cheerful and energetic to others, but they are very different in the eyes of their sweethearts in their prayers.

In short, it's a huge increase in charm.

Therefore, another rule extends - if the sweetheart does not believe in the Seven Gods, the effect will be worrying.

The same is true for giving wisdom and health. The former makes people feel that they have become smarter and their brains are turning faster.

The latter can deceive people's senses, make people actively and ignore diseases, and make people have appetite for food. In the long run, they will naturally have a strong constitution.

The same is true for judging mortals. Under the divine light, the real goal of committing a crime will be filled with all kinds of emotions such as timidity and self-blame. Those with weak will will directly admit their guilt, and those with strong will will be mentally broken if they can't say a few words.

This ability is not only limited to believers of the Seven Gods, but is more like exerting a special mental state.

...

"So in a sense, these things are more of a magic trick to play with people's hearts than miracles."

It's hard to say how effective that hint can have, but at least it looks full of mystery.

Thinking secretly, Charles thought of something else.

Stranger and the Virgin.

Charles never understood the former, because no one had ever prayed to a stranger - who would pray to a god of death?

Pray that you will die soon?

The latter seems to involve the deeper abilities of the scepter.

At first, Shire had to assist his purification spell to perform, but from when it started, this ability did not need assistance at all, just like the others - of course, the effect was to treat minor injuries and relieve pain, like a beheading that was purely nonsense.

Why didn't the spell be needed later? Charles didn't know, he only knew that the "strength" of the scepter was gradually becoming stronger.

Because of the power of faith? Or something else?

The so-called merit?

No one explained to him that Charles was addicted to studying this problem, but had no idea, so he was a little over and over again.

Others naturally don’t know about these things. They only think that Charles is working tirelessly and wants to help more people.

So the gray robes who were worshiping unusually because of this god-like method became even more fanatical about him.

But how could they know that after encountering a "bottleneck" and it cannot be solved in a short period of time, Charles is already planning to leave here?

...

After radiating a middle-aged woman with a garlic-headed, nose-numbed face, she looked up at the sky that had begun to set off. Charles signaled that the gray robe beside her would end here - he had been here for more than half a day.

Then, under the eyes of a large number of people, he stepped into the house deep in the house.

The old monk Sparrow was murmuring praying on a wall with the seven gods in his house. This old man entered the church in his youth and devoted his life to the help of the poor for decades. He had no name, or he abandoned his past name, and people only called him monks or sparrow monks.

But the gray robes in the yard are also called sparrows, so under normal circumstances, people will add an extra syllable when calling this person.

Big sparrow.

When he entered the room, before Shire could speak, the big sparrow turned his head and looked at him.

"Are you leaving?"

The old monk asked in words, but his expression seemed to be quite sure of this.

"Have I said it?" Charles was a little surprised. This person is obviously different from the red-robed woman, so why would he know the truth?

The old monk shook his head: "You should belong here, but you are not willing to belong here. I try not to think about this problem, but my eyes are still healthy and it cannot deceive me."

"Okay." Charles shrugged and said, "I'm grateful for your care during this period."

"I should thank you, my child, we have no titles, just some poor people who live in the dark. But you treat us as different as those nobles. I can feel that this is not a disguise and a high-ranking mercy. Perhaps only you, the Seven Gods messenger who is not ordinary, will have such a mentality."

As he said that, he frowned slightly: "But I can't believe why people with this kind of qualities abandon us. You have this ability to help more people, you have this ability, but you are unwilling to do this."

"Everyone has something to do, and mine is not here," answered Charles.

"Can't you see those faces full of pain? Can't you feel that this tragic world needs you so much?" When he said this, the old monk was a little excited, and he even felt a tone of regret in his words.

Charles wanted to say that these great principles had no effect on him, but he hesitated when he spoke.

Thinking back on what I saw and heard this time, the sincere admiration and the smiling faces.

The children called out loud and timidly, and the girls offered various flowers shyly.

The many young sparrows who rushed to block the knife for him when they encountered danger, and the old man in front of him who was sealed the gate of the Red Fort at night could not return, and the old man gave him his only privileged room to himself, but the old man ran to squeeze with other sparrows...

All of this became some obstacle to his speaking.

"Should I really leave?"

Continuously pondering, Charle's face looked a little gloomy and unstable.

The chaotic thoughts made people confused and confused, but when he thought of his goal, all the pictures suddenly became confused.

He said, "Many people try to position me, thinking I should be, or want me to be the kind of person they imagined and even expected."

"But I am me."

As if a certain emotion was moved, Charles suddenly smiled: "If you do something wrong, I will feel guilty, annoyed, and confused. If you do something good, I will be happy, nostalgic, reluctant, and complacent. But what do these emotions count in front of the goal?"

“So I’m used to ignoring them.”

"Sometimes the ending does not mean good. Children, some things are much more important than the so-called goals of the individual." The old monk shook his head.

Shire didn't comment on this. "Maybe, it's just that the ending is good? That's my business."

"goodbye."

After saying that, he turned around without hesitation.

Watching his departure quietly, the big sparrow sighed dejectedly.

...

The monk was very sad about this, how could Charle feel good?

It feels good to be respected, but relatively speaking, black magic is indeed so disgusting.

Playing with the corpse, playing with the soul, enduring the nausea, pulling out some organ from the corpse's head, the nose is surrounded by the smell of organs, and you have to force yourself to stare at the wet thing in your hand and chatter continuously.

He endured the nausea and called out bloody white bones from the corpse. He was always thinking about whether this thing would suddenly remember the memories of his life, and then stabbed himself in the back in anger.

Regardless of the screams of the poor, he turned him into mummies. Although in a sense they deserved it, they still did not have the same kind of tragic way of death.

Crush, erase, transform a group of souls with still intellectual wisdom, and then get stuck in "self".

He looks glorious because of this, but what is the price?

Dirty, evil, disgusting!

If there is one choice, who will practice this kind of magic?
To be continued...