Inside Tower of the Hand, the air seemed to have solidified.
A guard rushed in, his voice changing with fear.
"Sir! Six the North businessmen!"
"They were thrown out of the window! They all died on the spot!"
Jon. Arryn stood up violently, and the chair scraped the ground backwards, making an ear-piercing scream.
His gray hair was disheveled and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Dead?"
The guard did not dare to raise his head. "They are all dead, sir."
Jon. Arryn punched the table, and the parchment shook violently.
"Crazy!"
"All crazy!"
He couldn't bear it anymore and yelled at the guard outside the door.
"Send my order! Send City Watch out!"
"Arrest all those monks who are deceiving the public with their lies on the streets!"
Commands are like pebbles dropped into boiling water.
The situation at King's Landing not only did not calm down, but completely boiled over.
The arrests took away those organized preachers, but ignited the overwhelming anger in the hearts of every low-level citizen.
The apprentice at the Smith shop threw down the hammer and stood on the wine barrel.
The helper at the tailor shop put down his needlework and climbed onto the roof.
The cook in the kitchen waved his kitchen knife and preached the doctrine he understood to the crowd.
Everyone became a monk, everyone became a prophet.
Preaching on the streets went from dozens to hundreds to thousands.
Sparks splashed into every corner of the city. Without a unified organizer, the movement became even crazier.
The nobles were completely divided.
Some people were horrified and asked Hand of the King to mobilize the army to suppress it immediately.
Another group of people agreed with the monks' words and even joined in.
The situation has completely gotten out of control.
This flame can no longer be extinguished by Jon. Arryn.
In the dim room, the voices of Petyr. Baelish sounded like poisonous snakes spitting messages.
"Lord Hand, you must take stronger measures."
"If we let it go any longer, the king's crown may slip off his head."
Jon. Arryn Rubbed his temples tiredly, he made his final determination.
"Arrest everyone involved!"
"No matter who it is! Anyone who dares to gather and cause trouble in the street will be arrested!"
He decided to go to Great Sept of Baelor himself.
He wants to talk to High Septon and show Iron Throne's determination to the world.
Hand of the King's team was solemn and solemn, with flags fluttering in the wind.
However, when he walked onto the square in front of the church, a monk suddenly rushed out of the crowd and blocked his way.
The man stretched out his bony arm and pointed directly at Jon. Arryn.
"Free our brothers!"
"Otherwise Seven's anger will burn out Red Keep!"
Jon. Arryn was furious and pointed at the monk.
"Arrest him!"
The guards swarmed up and pinned the monk to the ground.
This scene became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
In less than half a day, Rhaenys's Hill was packed with people.
More than 50,000 King's Landing civilians gathered here, and it was so dark that there was no end in sight.
A monk named Yangsi stood on the high platform.
He is more fanatical and radical than anyone else, and he knows how to incite people better.
"Today's world is like a mighty ocean!"
His voice echoed throughout the hills.
"All the fish in the sea are trying their best to eat each other! The big ones swallow the small ones, and the small ones swallow the weak ones!"
"This is called the weak preying on the strong, bullying the poor and favoring the rich!"
The crowd erupted into thunderous shouts of anger.
"Those who are unkind for the sake of wealth will be full of evil!"
"Those who violate nature and principles will have power over the entire government!"
The enthusiastic crowd pressed forward, and the crowds were like a rolling tide.
"Only those who work hard can say: Give me food for today! But there are thieves and bandits who steal it and eat it!"
"A raging rat that drains the blood of the people without mercy!"
"But its defeat is not far away!"
"It is said in the holy scriptures: If you do not work, you will not eat!"
The crowd raised their hands and shouted in unison, the sound shaking the sky.
"No work, no food!"
"No work, no food!"
"No work, no food!"
Brother Yangsi pointed in the direction of Red Keep, his voice full of power.
"Everyone knows these thieves and bandits!"
"But the king goes against the will of nature and ignores the people's hearts!"
"As a result, the rotten wood in the court became a minister and brought disaster to one party, causing widespread poisoning!"
In the crowd, a man with a broken hand raised his residual arm high and screamed.
"When I stand up to them! That's what they do to me!"
A woman was kneeling on the ground, crying miserably.
"My son! My son was taken away by them!"
Yangsi monk raised his arms and shouted, his voice drowned out all the cries.
"How can a tyrant be righteous?!"
The crowd's shouts were like thunder.
"No!"
"Down with the tyrant!"
Yangsi monk's gaze was like a torch, scanning every angry face below.
"Let's go and save our brothers now!"
He turned around and had the statue of Father carried out from the church behind him.
The statue is solemn and solemn, overlooking His people.
Brother Yangsi led the endless crowd, singing hymns, and marched towards the military camp of City Watch.
"Pick up the axe! Pick up the spear!"
"We are Warrior of Seven!"
"Kill the godless dog!"
"The gates of heaven are open to me!"
City Watch's military camp was completely surrounded.
Yangsi monk stood on a high platform temporarily built by people using boxes. He only raised his hand, and the singing and shouting of tens of thousands of people actually stopped.
He shouted to the high walls of the military camp.
"The nobles hide behind high walls! Our brothers are in chains!"
"Wronged!"
"Let them go quickly! Don't hurt them at all!"
"Otherwise! We will come in to find them!"
In the military camp command tower, the atmosphere was so tense that it almost dripped with water.
Commander Jonos. Slint's face was pale and his lips were trembling.
"A bunch of vermin! Where are our people! Where are our people!"
An officer replied in a trembling voice, "Sir, most of the people have gone out to arrest people. They should be back soon after getting the news."
Outside the military camp, a woman's cry pierced the silence.
"Let my son go!"
Yangsi monk's voice sounded again, like the bell of judgment.
"Listen to everyone's cries! Let them go!"
Jonos. Slint looked at the dark crowd below, his face twisted with fear.
He suddenly drew his sword and pointed it toward the wall.
"Fire the arrow!"
"Give them a showdown!"
The officer was shocked. "Sir! No!"
"Fire the arrow!"
Jonos. Slynt screamed.
The bow strings vibrated, and more than a dozen arrows roared towards the crowd.
Screams rang out, and more than a dozen people fell down after being hit by arrows.
One of the arrows hit the Father statue held high by the crowd.
The arrow nailed deeply into the statue's face, leaving a hideous wound.
Time seems to have frozen.
The breathing of tens of thousands of people stopped for a second.
Only the sound of flags fluttering in the wind and the scraping of sharp blades being unsheathed were heard.
Yangsi monk looked at the arrow, his eyes ignited with hellish flames.
He pulled out the long sword hidden under the monk's robe and was the first to rush forward.
He turned around and roared.
"Follow me closely! People of Seven!"
Anger is like a tsunami, erupting in an instant.
"Kill them!"
"They shot Father!"
The crowd shouted and rushed towards the gate of the military camp like crazy.
The fragile military camp gate screamed and collapsed under the impact of the crowd.
Inside the military camp, the courtyard was full of civilians who had just been arrested and had nowhere to be detained.
They were tied up with ropes like animals and piled together.
A tied child shouted excitedly when he saw the crowd rushing in.
"Did you hear that? It's our brothers! They will come to save us!"
Jonos. Slint rushed down from the tower with a ferocious face.
"They can't save you!"
He swung his long sword and struck the child in the chest.
The child's voice stopped suddenly.
Jonos. Slynt roared at the frightened soldiers around him.
"Kill them! Kill them all!"
The soldiers held their weapons and looked at each other, no one dared to move.
At this moment, monk Yangsi was the first to break through the door.
He saw the child lying in a pool of blood, his eyes red.
"Put down your weapons!"
"You are our brothers too!"
Facing the influx of angry people, the hesitant soldiers screamed strangely, dropped their weapons, and fled in all directions.
Yangsi monk rushed to the child and picked him up.
The child looked at him, blood gushed out of his mouth, and said with his last strength.
"Gods... bless you."
His head dropped.
The angry crowd blocked Jonos. Slynt and several of his close officers in a tower room.
"Let us go! Don't kill us!"
Jonos. Slint knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face.
There was a burst of jeers from the crowd.
"Now it's your turn to beg for mercy, you beasts!"
Jonos. Slynt pointed tremblingly out the window.
"They ordered me to do this! It was the order from Jon. Arryn! It wasn't me! I was just following orders!"
Someone in the crowd loudly imitated his tone.
"Did you hear that? He said he didn't do anything!"
Everyone booed him in unison, repeating and joking.
"He said he didn't do anything! Haha!"
Yangsi monk stepped forward, his voice was cold and without any emotion.
"You are the public enemy of the people."
"Throw them out the window!"
The crowd shouted in unison.
"Throw it out the window!"
"Throw them out the window!"
People rushed forward.
"We are the king's army! You are rebelling!"
Jonos. Slint screamed in despair, grabbed a handful of Gold Dragon and threw it into the crowd.
"I'll give you all the money! Spare your life!"
No one paid attention to him.
No one picked up the Gold Dragon scattered on the ground.
He and his officers were seized and thrown from the high tower windows.
The dull sound of landing sounded one after another, followed by the roaring cheers of the crowd.
Yangsi monk walked out of the military camp holding the dead boy.
The child's mother rushed forward, hugged the cold body, and let out a heartbreaking cry.
"Son...
.. my son..
Yangsi monk gently placed the child in the arms of his grieving mother.
He turned around, stepped onto the wooden platform built for him, and looked at the boiling crowd below.
"Look what they've done!"
There was sadness and anger in his voice.
"The sacred court of the people! The traitors have been judged!"
"Now! It's time for the good guys to be the Sheriffs of this city!"
"This is also the preparation we make to protect ourselves!"
In the crowd, a tall, muscular man raised his arms and shouted.
"Let that heroic man lead us!"
"Suleiman! Sword of the Seven!"
This name is like a bolt of lightning, piercing the sky of King's Landing.
The crowd was stunned for a moment, then burst into even more enthusiastic cheers.
They raised their hands and shouted in unison.
"Suleiman!!"
"Suleiman!!"
The cheers came and went.
"Okay!"
Yangsi monk looked at the boiling crowd below and the hope burning in their eyes.
He opened his arms and his voice drowned out all the noise.
"Suleiman!"
"Seven's followers all want him to be the leader!"
The cheers and shouts of the crowd echoed throughout the world.
"Suleiman!"
"Suleiman!"
"Suleiman!"
People shouted the name of Suleiman and began to march on the streets of King's Landing. Their voices merged into an unstoppable torrent.