Take the ride to dominate the game

Chapter 50 Arriving at King's Landing
"Believe it or not, I believe in Martin anyway. This is the new god of humor." Desmond joked.

Beside him are Patrick, Arthur and other companions on horseback.

Except for the lord of the Moulin Rouge, everyone laughed loudly.

They can't be blamed, mainly because Arthur's remarks about the god Martin are too outrageous.

He created a new god with empty teeth, and anyone who heard it would be a joke.

In the past two days, Arthur gave them a vague description of what was about to happen in King's Landing City when he had nothing to do.

Many people understand it, because the wolves, deer, and lions that Arthur used as pronouns can easily understand which power they belong to.

But not many believe it.

Most people took his words as a joke.

Arthur pointed at the group of people with his index finger, "You guys who have never seen the world, why don't you even believe in a Martin god. There are many gods in the far east."

"For example?" Patrick didn't want to let Arthur step down from this stage, he just wanted to see what other tricks God of Hammer could do.

Desmond and the attendants also stretched their heads over, pricking up their ears to listen.

This is done purely because the journey is so boring.

After finally finding out that Martin was a joke, how could it be easily uncovered?
"Want to hear it?" Arthur sneered, took a deep breath, and began to spread the Blue Star culture.

"For example, Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, with a Gatling pole in his hand, [-] turns in one breath, and every turn can save destined people; another example is Faraday, the god of electromagnetism, with a blessing of [-] volts, any extremely evil person can Blessed to hell; another example is the fire cloud evil god Nobel, the father of Zhou Chongzhi..."

After talking for a long time, Patrick and others changed their mentality from watching the fun at the beginning to suspecting that they were really shallow.

"Desmond, I don't read much, do these gods really exist?" the heir of Haijiang City asked uncertainly.

Desmond was also a little confused, mainly because what Arthur said was too similar.

"Maybe, maybe the maesters of Oldtown know these things, I've never heard of them."

These dozen or so god names and main abilities don't seem to be made up now, maybe they are real.

Yule also followed behind, and was also confused by his nephew: "I have been in Westeros and the free city of Essos for 20 years, and I have never heard of these gods."

Arthur sneered: "How many places have you been to? Do you know how big this world is? A Dothraki Sea is bigger than the entire continent of Westeros, not to mention Asshai and Ulter in the east. Stranger. The legendary Qarth is even a rich city, how many people in Westeros have been there?"

"The world is so big, not one person can know most of the knowledge and facts. Be in awe of what you don't know." Arthur pointed out old-fashionedly.

The 19 people were taken aback by Arthur's words, and they nodded sincerely or falsely.

"Now do you believe in God Martin?"

"Still don't believe it, unless your prophecy comes true."

"It doesn't have to be all true, one or two are enough, after all, what Mr. Arthur said is too outrageous." Desmond added.

"What if everything I said is true and it happens in the future? How do you make up for making fun of me now? You know, because of you, my fragile heart has been hit a lot." Arthur covered his hands Heart to mouth, pretending that he was seriously injured.

"I, Patrick Mallister, swear, as long as one thing Arthur said is true, I will only listen to your advice from now on." He stretched out his right hand with a smile, and made a not-so-serious vow .

"Be serious, this is a god." Although Arthur wanted to laugh, but this has something to do with his family's great career of pretending to be a god. If he can't even fool these people, he should give up this bowl of rice as soon as possible, wash up and sleep .

"What you said taught me how to be serious? If such an outrageous thing as Ed's killing really happened, it means that the magic power of God Martin has reached a level that ordinary people can't imagine, and his thinking can affect the world. operation. But is it possible?"

Patrick explained.

You accidentally glimpsed the truth, Arthur complained.

Although he really wanted to continue to make these people believe in him, he was really tired, so he stopped talking and let the thin horse under his crotch carry him forward.

The team suddenly fell silent, and the group hurried on their way silently.

At dusk that day, they arrived at King's Landing City at the same time that the burning clouds in the sky rendered the sky into a beautiful painting.

The capital of the Seven Kingdoms, the residence of the king, and the second largest port city in Westeros, looks like other big cities except that the clothes of the residents are more luxurious, the houses along the road are more luxurious, and there are more knights and nobles on the road. Towns make no difference.

To say the only difference is that there are too many people.

Rubbing shoulders, sweating, and dancing sleeves to block out the sun are not just talking.

Here, Arthur found a sense of past life, the feeling of being a descendant of the dragon.

You have to queue even to enter the city.

"It is said that the city of King's Landing is extremely smelly, and it really lives up to its reputation." Patrick took out a sachet from somewhere, and sniffed it on his nose.

In the air around them, the smell of feces, urine, sweat, feet, and the stench from the sewers mixed together, strongly irritating the noses of outsiders.

To let them know that they have come to King's Landing.

In the original book, the little devil wanted to renovate the drainage system of this city with a population of 50 because he couldn't bear the smell of King's Landing, but nothing happened.

"Stinks worse than our stable."

Arthur's personal servant, Medan, had no sachet to neutralize the stench, so he fanned his hands helplessly, as if this could drive away the stench from his nose.

But in fact, he fanned the fresh smell into his nostrils.

Arthur comforted him: "You should think of it this way, our stables have caught up to the level of King's Landing to some extent."

He couldn't stand the stench either, but he had no choice but to endure it.

After a few breaths, Arthur couldn't take it anymore.

He yelled at Patrick, "Do you have another sachet? Give it to me."

Patrick shook his head gently but firmly, not wanting to give Arthur his spare sachet.

Although when he left Haijiang City, he felt that the little thing his mother gave him was a burden, but looking at it now, it was a life-saving thing.

He made up his mind that tomorrow he would go out and pick out some good sachets, and they would take turns.

"Bring it to you!" Arthur didn't want his body and mind to be tortured by the smell, so the royal horse approached Patrick and snatched the sachet.

Then he put it in front of his nose and took a few deep breaths.

After taking a few breaths, I felt that the whole world was refreshed.

Patrick knew that he couldn't beat Arthur, and he looked at this unreasonable companion helplessly, hoping that he could return the sachet.

Arthur ignored him, let himself be comfortable first, and he even glanced at Patrick, wanting to see how embarrassed he was covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve.

But obviously, Arthur was disappointed. The heir of Haijiang City took out another sachet from the luggage on his horse, held it up to his nose and inhaled it.

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