Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 248 The Sorrow of Greenhouse Flowers
The word "good" didn't have much strength, but it slammed into the ears of everyone present.

A strange expression appeared on the faces of Mumford and the others, while the expression of Mace Tyrell, Duke of Inflatable Fish, became very ugly.

He turned around in an instant, stared at the figure in the darkness looking at him faintly, and said loudly:
"Your Majesty! Is this what you mean?"

It was Renly who answered him with a sneer:
"Why, my dear Lord Mace Tyrell, I am the king, do I still need your advice on whom to meet and how to meet?"

Renly Baratheon's voice was calm and unwavering, and he said:
"Don't worry, Tyrell family, you are my most staunch supporters, I know this, don't worry, Lord Mace, when I enter the Red Castle, the position of the former Prime Minister must be yours, you own me promise."

As soon as these words came out, Monford Velaryon fully understood that Renly and the Tyrell family in front of them were already in a state of being out of balance, and something must have happened in the middle.

Mace Tyrell was taken aback by Renly's blunt, sarcastic words, and didn't know how to respond.

But Renly was no longer interested in chatting with such a good-for-nothing. He stood up from the throne and took a step forward, stepping his shadowed body into the light.

"Go down, Tyrells, you can go and tell anyone about my decision, it doesn't matter."

Mace Tyrell couldn't stay any longer, his face was flushed, and his fat body made him look like a fat pig that was about to be cooked.

He knew that after this incident between Renly and the Tyrell family, the so-called relationship ceased to exist, and only naked interests remained between the two parties.

But he didn't expect that Renly would have such a strong reaction, and with such straightforward words, he, who was supposed to be Renly's confidant and his father-in-law, was expelled away.

He would rather chat with Stannis' emissary than himself in the presence of a Tyrell.

This is not a positive signal. Although it is stupid, Mace Tyrell can still understand these things after being in the aristocratic circle for so many years.

Renly may have no relationship with them. In fact, the previous Lannister family has no relationship with the royal Baratheon family, but hasn't they lived in harmony for more than ten years?

But Renly must not make such an obvious move to directly put this discord on the table.

You flipped the table, how can everyone play happily?
Do you still talk about the rules?
This is why Mace Tyrell is angry.

Their Tyrell family does not have the ability to use this surname to be king, so they can only attach themselves to Renly, the Baratheon.

But Renly is not entirely a polished commander, he still has a lot of loyal vassals under him.

What Tyrell did before, the initial starting point was to find a way to completely cut off the possibility of reconciliation between Renly and Stannis, and then hit Renly's prestige and pave the way for him to be ostracized later.

But now, Renly is still a powerful king who promises everything he says, and no one can stop him. If he really wants to tear his face, it will be really troublesome to show that he is fighting against the Tyrell family.

Because Renly didn't say that I don't need your Tyrell family anymore, he even said to his face that he would grant you the position of Prime Minister, so what do you Tyrell family want?
It just couldn't be helped, so Renly did it now, and Mace Tyrell couldn't do anything but rage.

"Humph!"

This inflatable fish lord made a threatening sound on a rare occasion. Although it sounded so weak and ridiculous, it was already very rare for him.

"Leave, there is no place for you here, my dear Duke."

Renly was still calm, but with an attitude Mace Tyrell had never seen before.

He didn't know why Renly became like this, why he took this attitude towards himself, but he knew it was not a good thing.

The obese body of the Duke of Inflatable Fish wobbled away from the main hall of the Baelor Cathedral, and the colorful light spots chased his footsteps, as if driving him away.

"Okay, now, there's no one else here."

Renly smiled, his face softening a little.

He turned around and led his body into the darkness again.

After a while, Renly spoke softly, before Mountford Velaryon could bear to bring up the subject.

"Have you seen it, Mumford? Look at this magnificent church. Back then, Baelor I practiced here. Did you feel the breath of the gods?"

The sunlight passed through the colorful glass and hit the seven huge statues in the Baelor Cathedral faintly.

Represents the Seven Gods.

One, representing the judging Father.

Second, the Virgin Mary represents maternal love and nurturing.

Third, the fighters who represent power in battle.

Fourth, it represents innocent and pure girls.

Fifth, blacksmiths representing craftsmanship and labor.

Sixth, it represents the wise old woman.

Finally, there is the Stranger, who represents death and the unknown.

The seven statues stood silently in the center of the cathedral, watching Monford Velaryon in the center calmly and silently.

The Earl of Chaotou Island has never been here. Logically speaking, he himself is also a believer of the Seven Gods, but in his heart, he has never regarded this place as a holy place that must be visited.

As for the reason, he actually understands it himself, and many people understand it.

Looking up at Renly Baratheon in the darkness, who seemed to have a different look in his eyes, Mountford Velaryon shook his head and sighed:
"Your Majesty, it's a pity that I don't feel the breath of any gods here. Maybe it's because my beliefs are not pious enough. Who knows?"

Renly did not follow Mumford's words, but said to himself:

"You know? Before I left this shit-smelling city last time, I had been here countless times, kneeling at the feet of the Seven Gods, and begging for their blessings."

"I used to think that I was already devout enough, and everyone around me praised me as the best believer of the Seven Gods."

"But this time, I found that I was wrong, really far away."

Renly's tone was a bit sad, although he was laughing, but the laughter sounded cold to Mountford Velaryon.

"I led the army here. I wanted to have a chat with the archbishop, but I didn't expect that the agent of the Seven Gods in the world would become like that for his own wealth and his own life. ugly."

Monford Velaryon opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer, he already knew about the so-called evils in the Holy See.

These guys are nothing at all, but their existence has maintained the stability of the kingdom, and can give the people who are already miserable, the last sliver of faith to survive.

He had known this for a long time, so he never allowed himself to think about it, but Renly Baratheon realized now that it was indeed a poor and sad thing.

"Your Majesty, the gods...you don't need to be too fussy."

That was all Mountford Velaryon could say. He found that today he was supposed to negotiate with Renly Baratheon head-to-head, but from the very beginning, the topic went off in a strange direction.

"Really? Since the gods are not trustworthy, is there anything or anyone in this world that is not worthy of my trust? Including you, Lord Monford Velaryon."

Renly's tone was faint, but what he said made the Earl of Chaotou Island froze on the spot again, not knowing how to answer.

He is now sure of one thing, the Renly Baratheon in front of him has either been swapped, or has encountered some major event, which made him unable to accept it for a while, and there was something wrong in his heart.

Look at this extreme statement, he was a good old man before, and he could talk to anyone, but now he asked Mumford if he couldn't trust anyone, if he hadn't met Renly, he couldn't believe it was the same person I can tell.

What on earth did you do, Tyrell, to make Renly like this?

Montford Velaryon had already faintly felt that the disaster of Dragonstone Island might really have something to do with these Highgarden Roses, and it might have been planned by these people.

As an old fritter among the nobles, he thought about it for a while, and immediately thought about the beneficial side of this matter to the Tyrell family, but he couldn't figure out the key point.

How did the damn Tyrells get command of the Tarth family's army?
Could it be that Renly had drunk too much one day and gave the order in a daze?
Monford didn't know, because this was the information he wanted to get this time.

But for Renly's question, he had to answer, so he could only bite the bullet and force his mouth to say:

"Your Majesty, you don't have to trust me all the time, but at least in this conversation with you, I still hope to have a heart-to-heart with Your Majesty."

At his words, Renly waved his hand indifferently.

"Look, you've said it yourself, and you can't be trusted."

Mountford Velaryon had a terrible headache, and he really didn't know how to talk to Renly, who was so unfamiliar to him.

Tyrell, you've done all kinds of bad things.

"Okay, I won't talk to you about this anymore. It's not interesting. You are here on behalf of my brother to ask about my niece Celine, right?"

Hearing that Renly had finally put an end to this crazy, logically incoherent conversation, Earl Mumford finally heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, he finally didn't have to be tortured any more.

He hastened to answer, hooking the correct topic:

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The answer came in a loud, slightly harsh voice that made Renly frown involuntarily.

However, he chose to ignore these small details.

"Then, I can tell you, and the adults behind you."

Renly leaned his back on the cold throne and said softly:

"What happened this time has nothing to do with me. I didn't do anything to kidnap my niece. As for where she is now, I don't know."

"Even beforehand, I didn't even know about this matter at all."

The voice was tired, low and hoarse.

"Your Majesty... this."

Hearing Renly Baratheon admit that he did not do this, Mumford still felt a little weird.

Such a big matter, as the king, Renly didn't even know about it in advance?
"I know you have doubts, and so do I."

Renly leaned back in his chair, tilting his head, as if recalling when he had heard the incident.

"That has to start with a lost token..."

(End of this chapter)