Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Olido's eyes flashed.

Domeric now understood.

The Church of the Seven Gods can tolerate the old gods, but not the red gods.

After all, the old gods are the faith of the ancestors, and the nobles and commoners of the Seven Kingdoms are the descendants of the ancestors and the Andals.

Although they believe in the Seven Gods, they are not against the old gods.

Not to mention anything else, there is a large forest of godswood symbolizing the old gods in the Red Keep.

However, the "Red God" from Essos, the Lord of Light, R'hllor, cannot be tolerated by the Church of the Seven Gods.

"There is indeed such a thing."

Domeric's expression remained calm, but he knew in his heart that the opportunity to watch the excitement had come.

……

The hall was filled with hushed chatter and laughter.

The nobles gathered in their own circles and seemed to have endless things to say.

Amidst the clash of knives, forks, bowls and plates and the low conversations at the table, Earl Gales held a wine glass and chatted with several royal nobles.

The old man was suffering from malaria. He vomited blood at the imperial meeting and was trembling all over. He was about to return to the embrace of the gods.

It is said that the adopted son of Earl Gales has prepared a coffin. After burying the old man, he will inherit the fief and title of Rosby City.

Unexpectedly, a red-robed witch from Asia brought the old man back to life.

"Count Gales, what happened to you?"

A royal noble couldn't help but ask.

The changes in Earl Gales' body were too obvious. Not only did the symptoms of malaria disappear, but the previous illnesses and his signature cough also disappeared.

Apparently, the red-robed witch not only cured Earl Gales of malaria, but also eliminated the stubborn illness that had plagued him for many years.

"To be honest, I don't know what happened..."

Earl Gales couldn't help but stop after saying a few words without coughing. Not only was others not used to it, but even he himself was a little unaccustomed to it.

"Cough cough~"

Earl Gales cleared his throat habitually, "When I felt that I was about to return to the embrace of the gods, a red light emerged from my body, and then I came to life... Now my whole body feels comfortable, as if there is no end to it. Strength, hahaha~"

"What a miracle of the gods!" a nobleman exclaimed.

"The gods can't do much of this," another noble sneered, "It's the miracle of the red god!"

The crowd suddenly fell silent.

No one dares to say anything about this kind of issue involving religious beliefs.

Even Earl Gales didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, Earl Gales accidentally stepped on a fruit peel thrown by an unscrupulous nobleman. He tilted his body and was about to fall to the ground.

For a moment, the surrounding nobles were really afraid that Count Gales would break his bones.

After all, the old man just saved his life from the gate of hell.

At this time, a pair of gentle hands reached Earl Gales' armpits and supported his body.

"Thank you, sir."

Earl Gales thanked him and turned around to see which noble was lending a helping hand...

"My lord," the person who spoke was Melisandre. Her voice was low and she had the unique pleasant accent of the Asshai region.

"You have to be careful."

Melisandre, as before, was covered in red from head to toe, wearing a silk gown that was as bright as a bright flame.

Her skin is fair and smooth, flawless, like fresh cream, her body is elegant and slender, taller than most knights, her granary is plump, and her waist is slender...

Once a man's eyes stop on her, it is difficult to move away.

Even Earl Gales, who is dying of old age, is no exception.

"Ma'am...thank you...thank you."

Earl Gales said with sincere gratitude that the red-robed witch had saved him twice.

Wait until Melisandre twists her waist and leaves gracefully.

The surrounding nobles gathered around, "Earl Gales, is this the red-robed witch who saved you?"

"Exactly."

……

Bishop Olido, who was sitting on the high platform, obviously also noticed the red-robed witch appearing below.

He was no stranger to missionaries of the Red God.

Decades before Melisandre, the Red Monk Thoros, a missionary of the Red God, visited King's Landing.

He tried to convince the Mad King Aerys II to convert to the Red God and show the Mad King the miracles of the Lord of Light.

But Iris II, who had always been obsessed with fire, scorned the King of Light and regarded Thoros as a psychopath.

The red-robed monk Thoros failed to preach, but was reversely assimilated and began to question his own beliefs. In the end, he simply stayed in King's Landing and never returned, becoming a frequent visitor to the King's Landing tournament.

now.

Who is this "Red Robe Witch"?

Chapter 192 Red God VS Seven Gods

"Are you Lady Melisandre, the red witch from Asshai?"

Olido asked.

"Are you the Archbishop of the Church of the Seven Gods, His Excellency Olido?"

Melisandre asked rhetorically.

The banquet continued, with the bard playing the harp and singing continuously, and the juggler jumping around in the center of the hall, doing various difficult movements, trying to attract everyone's attention again.

However, the eyes of the nobles were all focused on the two priests.

Domeric swung the wine glass in his hand and gently smelled the aroma of golden wine. The old god was there, looking like he was watching a good show.

This is a "Red God VS Seven Gods" drama.

Before Olido and Melisandre could say a few words, they started to smell gunpowder and became tense.

There is a sense of déjà vu: "What are you worried about? What are you looking at?"

"You are old, so be careful when walking at night."

Without the home field advantage, Melisandre took the lead in launching the offensive. "After all, it's dark and dangerous everywhere!"

"Only children are afraid of the dark."

Orido argued, "Only beautiful women like you should be careful. There are many drunkards and homeless people in King's Landing. You look so much like the top boss of Shataya Brothel!"

"This is really strange," Melisandre said, "Does the Archbishop often go to brothels? Otherwise, how could he be so familiar with the top names there."

"You, you...you spit on others!"

Olido could tell that this woman was humiliating him, and more importantly, he felt guilty, and he suddenly looked furious.

But seeing Melisandre staring at him so condescendingly, she felt frightened in her heart and could not break out.

He didn't look carefully just now, but when the red-robed witch came to him, Bishop Olido noticed: This woman is so tall!

The war of words continues.

This is related to the face of the Church of the Seven Gods, and Olido has no reason to back down.

……

Melisandre suddenly stopped. She gently picked up a wine glass, and a noble immediately refilled it for her.

But instead of drinking, she tilted the glass and poured it directly onto Bishop Olido's head.

The wine soaked into his crystal crown, flowed down his cheeks, and soaked his silver robes.

The entire hall suddenly fell into silence.

"Your Majesty the Archbishop, I think you need to wash your face and sober up. Do you dare to swear in front of the God you believe in that you did not go to a brothel?"

Melisandre announced.

The surrounding nobles continued to laugh.

I don't know if he was laughing at Olido for visiting prostitutes, or at the fact that he was doused with wine by a woman.

Bishop Olido pursed his lips and suppressed his anger.

"Why should I swear? You, the blasphemer of the gods, deserve to go to the seven levels of hell!"

Olido admitted that this woman really pissed him off.

But before the end of the night, she would see the power of the Church of the Seven Gods.

"It seems you dare not swear to your god."

Melisandre tossed her red coat, turned around, walked back to the high platform, and bowed to Domeric who was sitting there.

Domeric waved his hand, indicating that he did not want to get involved in their fight.

Olido took a towel, wiped the wine from his body, and then followed the red-robed witch.

His eyes were shadowed by thick eyebrows, his lips were tightly pursed, and his jaw moved silently.

Olido glanced at the nobles watching the excitement, and finally whispered:

“Maybe I’m just too old and confused.

Lady Melisandre, would you like to return to Baelor Cathedral with me?

Let us take this opportunity to honor your Red God, the King of Light, and I will call all believers to pay tribute to his power, do you agree?"