Dominate the Game of Thrones with Mount and Blade

Chapter 50 Arriving at King's Landing

"Believe it or not, I believe in Martin, the new god of humor." Desmond joked.

Next to him were Patrick, Arthur and other companions on horseback.

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

We can't blame them, mainly because Arthur's remarks about the god Martin are really outrageous.

With empty words and white teeth, he created a new god, and anyone who heard it would regard it as a joke.

In the past two days, Arthur had nothing to do but give them vague descriptions of what was about to happen in King's Landing.

Many people understand it, because the wolf, deer, and lion used by Arthur as pronouns are easy to understand which force it belongs 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, how come you don't even believe in the god Martin? There are many gods in the very far east."

"For example?" Patrick didn't want Arthur to step down from this stage. He just wanted to see what other tricks the Hammer God could come up with.

Desmond and his attendants also stretched their heads and listened.

I did this simply because the journey was too boring.

After finally finding Martin’s joke, how could he reveal it so easily?

"You want to hear it, right?" Arthur sneered, took a deep breath, and began to spread Blue Star culture.

"For example, Namo Gatling Bodhisattva holds a Gatling pole in his hand, which rotates 3,600 times with one breath, and can bring blessings to all those who are destined to him; another example is Faraday, the god of electromagnetism, who can give blessings of 100,000 volts to any extremely evil person. Blessed to hell; another example is Fire Cloud Evil God Nobel, the father of Yuan Zhou, Zu Chongzhi..."

After talking for a long time, Patrick and others changed from the initial mentality of just having fun to doubting that they really had little knowledge.

"Desmond, I don't know much about reading. Do these gods really exist?" the heir to Seaside City asked uncertainly.

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

"Maybe. Maybe the maesters in Oldtown know these things. I have never heard of them."

These dozen or so names of gods and their main abilities don’t look like they were made up, maybe they are real.

Yule also followed, and was confused by his nephew as to whether it was true or false: "I have been living in the free cities of Westeros and Essos for twenty 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? The Dothraki Sea is larger than the entire continent of Westeros, not to mention Asshai and Ult in the east. That’s right. The legendary Qarth is a city of great wealth. How many people have been to Westeros?”

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

All nineteen people were frightened by Arthur's words, and they nodded their heads sincerely or falsely.

"Do you believe in God Martin now?"

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

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

"What if everything I said is true and happens in the future? How should you compensate for teasing me now? You know, because of you, my fragile heart has been hit hard." Arthur covered his head Heart, pretending that he was seriously injured.

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

"Be serious, this is a god." Although Arthur wanted to laugh, this was related to his own great cause of pretending to be a god. If he couldn't even deceive these people, he might as well give up this bowl of rice as soon as possible and go to sleep. .

"What are you saying, teach me how to be serious? If something as outrageous as Mr. Ed's murder really happened, it means that God Martin's magic power has reached a level that ordinary people can't imagine, and his thinking can affect the world. operation. But, is this possible?”

Patrick explained.

You accidentally caught a glimpse of the truth, Arthur complained.

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

The team suddenly became quiet, and the group of people walked on silently.

At dusk that day, while the fiery clouds on the horizon rendered the sky into a beautiful painting, they arrived at King's Landing.

The capital of the Seven Kingdoms, the residence of the king, and the second largest port city in Westeros, except that the clothes of the residents are more gorgeous, the houses along the road are more luxurious, and there are more knights and nobles on the road, it looks different from other major cities. There is no difference between towns.

I have to say that the only difference is that there are too many people.

Rubbing shoulders and heels, sweating like rain, and dancing sleeves to block the sun are not just words.

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

You have to queue even to enter the city.

"It is said that King's Landing is extremely smelly, and it certainly deserves its reputation." Patrick took out a sachet from somewhere and put it on his nose to smell it.

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

So that they know they have arrived in King's Landing.

In the original book, the little devil wanted to transform the drainage system of this city with a population of 500,000 because he couldn't stand the stench of King's Landing, but it came to nothing.

"It's even more smelly than our stable."

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

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

Arthur comforted him: "You should think like this, our stable has caught up with the level of King's Landing to some extent."

He couldn't stand the stench either, but there was no way, he could only endure it.

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

He shouted to Patrick: "Do you have any other sachets? Give them to me."

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

Although he felt that the little thing his mother gave him was a burden when he left Haijiang City, now it seems that it can save his life.

He made up his mind to go out and pick a few good sachets tomorrow and take turns.

"Take it!" Arthur didn't want to let his body and mind be tortured by the stench, so he 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, he felt that the whole world was refreshed.

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

Arthur ignored him and made himself comfortable first. He even had the leisure to glance at Patrick, wanting to see his embarrassed look with his sleeves covering his mouth and nose.

But obviously, Arthur was disappointed. The heir of Haijiang City took out another sachet from the luggage on the horse's back and held it in front of his nose and started to inhale.

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