A sea of people in ragged clothes and hungry, pushing and stepping on each other, swept in.
For them, who are hungry and losing their minds, High Septon, who is too fat to walk, has become a target that cannot be ignored.
High Septon and the monks beside him, as well as Gold Cloaks and Red Cloaks at the front, were drowned in the surging crowd.
"The Gods Where!"
"Someone come and save us!"
"Stop those untouchables!"
The nobles who came to watch the trial of Stark screamed loudly and suddenly became confused.
The direction entering Great Sept of Baelor and Street of Sisters is densely packed with people, while heading east is Flea Bottom.
Gryn·Crabb glanced at the Crabb Blue Cloaks around him and said loudly, "Gather! Go north!"
"Queen Regent Cersei, hold on to me!"
Gryn's sword suddenly waved, directly swatting away the unknown flying object. His blue cloak flicked, covering Queen Regent Cersei.
"Follow me!", Gryn led several guards and strode forward.
Under the orders of Queen Regent Cersei, there was only a glass of water every day and an occasional Black Bread as hard as a stone. These only kept Eddard·Stark from starving to death in Black Cells.
His hands were tied behind his back again. Although the guards beside him had disappeared, Eddard·Stark had no strength to escape in the chaos.
He fell to the ground and couldn't get up. He was both desperate and lucky at the moment... Maybe ending his life in this way would be more honorable than being beheaded by Lannister.
Lord Eddard was soon surrounded tightly, and he watched helplessly as the "mob" took off his gray velvet jacket with the white wolf embroidered on it.
Lord Eddard envisioned his own end. He was extremely desperate and would rather be beheaded by Lannister.
"No!", Direwolf kicked his legs desperately, he wanted to resist desperately, he didn't want to become a naked corpse.
A middle-aged man with a dirty face said in his ear, "Crabb Remembers."
Lord Eddard's movements froze, his pupils shrank sharply, and his tense body immediately relaxed, allowing himself to be carried up by them.
Lord Eddard murmured: Honor never dies, then his vision went dark and he fainted.
Gryn shouted angrily, "Lancel, draw your sword!"
Gryn directly knocked away Lancel·Lannister who wanted to hide beside him, and continued to move forward.
Cersei·Lannister was originally holding one of Gryn's arms, but now almost his whole body is hanging on Gryn's body.
Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!
One... two... three...Gryn raised his sword and dropped it, blood flying everywhere, and he kept walking.
The panicked nobles and soldiers gradually came closer.
Touch!!!
Mutton·Waters's fat body held up a large buckler and slammed into the crowd, and blood seemed to explode on the spot.
"Gryn-sama!"
Mutton picked up the Ice giant sword on the ground and threw it directly. Gryn raised his hand and just grabbed the handle of the sword.
The blade forged by Valyrian Steel is as dark as black smoke, what a great sword!
Lord Gryn is more pragmatic, and his requirements for swords have always been heavy. He does not want to have troubles such as curling or breaking the blade as soon as he gets involved in a battle.
Gryn naturally knows that the sword forged by Valyrian Steel does not have such troubles, but it is too rare.
For ordinary people, the weight of the Ice giant sword is not suitable for long-term battles... Gryn simply swung the Ice giant sword, not bad!
There is only a gap on the visor of the helmet which affects external observation. Gryn pulled up the visor.
He first lowered his eyes and glanced at Queen Regent Cersei, but she still remained calm... Lannister Lioness didn't seem to be afraid, she was very brave, which was very Cersei.
Gryn then looked around at the chaotic surroundings. He raised his sword with one hand, and Ice pointed the tip of the giant sword towards the sky.
"Protect the Queen Mother! The brave have nothing to fear!"
"Protect the Queen Mother! The brave have nothing to fear!"
"Protect the Queen Mother! The brave have nothing to fear!"
Many Red Cloaks and Gold Cloaks had gathered around and gradually stabilized their position. They followed with loud roars to disperse their uncontrollable fear.
"The brave will win!"
"The brave will win!"
"The brave will win!"
Kingsguard Boros Braun hid behind the sworn brothers in a panic. His position was actually safer than Joffrey·Baratheon.
"Coward."
With a bang, Ser Boros was kicked to the ground by Gryn.
"Mom!"
The pale Joffrey soon spotted Queen Regent Cersei coming from behind, as if he had seen his savior.
"Joffrey!"
Queen Regent Cersei let go of Gryn and hugged her son tightly.
But not long after, Queen Regent Cersei's brows furrowed, she pushed Joffrey away, and grabbed his shoulders with both hands.
"Joffrey, you are the king, and the king must win."
Gryn glanced at the thing on Joffrey's face and raised his eyebrows.
At this time, Lancel's figure appeared next to Gryn, and his body was stained with a lot of blood.
Lancel had excitement on his face and his voice was trembling. "Gryn, I killed an enemy."
After speaking, he also showed Gryn the blood-red sword in his hand.
Gryn suddenly felt that Lancel needed to leave King's Landing for a while like Jaime. This might allow him to return to normal. Now... Lancel's brain circuit can only be said to be peculiar.
"Lancel, follow me!"
"Oh... good!"
With a flash of cold light, the Ice giant sword passed by, turning the place it passed into a bloody space.
The icy cold light flashed, and after slashing with the Ice giant sword in Gryn's hand more than ten times, the crowd of people who had lost their minds finally fell into extreme panic.
Gryn's gold-plated armor has turned blood red, and the place where he is seems to have turned into a hell on earth... Amidst all kinds of heart-rending screams, the crowds of people are trying to escape like crazy.
The people in front wanted to run away, but the unsuspecting people behind wanted to rush forward, and a violent conflict soon broke out.
Queen Regent Cersei and Joffrey followed closely behind Gryn, with Lancel guarding the side.
"Keep going!"
"Forward! Forward! Forward!"
"Forward! Forward! Forward!"
Sansa·Stark cried in horror, "I have no bread! I have no bread! I have no bread!"
She and several girls hugged each other tightly, and Sir Santagar, who had been protecting them, was lying next to him. There was blood under his head and he was no longer breathing.
Although the Gold Cloaks and the knights tried their best to protect them, there was always someone who could break through them. Various desires caused more and more mobs to flock to the place where dozens of girls gathered.
A dark hand grabbed Sansa's ankle and tried to pull her away.
Another hand grabbed the hem of another girl's skirt.
A young nobleman in rich clothes was about to rush over to rescue them, but he was hit on the side by a flying stone and fell straight down.
"The Gods, save us!"
Stab, Sansa's sleeves were torn, and a fair and fat girl was pulled off the platform by her sleeves.
"Catch me!", Sansa immediately stretched out his hand to catch the girl but failed.
The scene in front of Sansa changed. She let go of one hand in order to save others, but was unable to resist the force grabbing her ankles...Sansa was also pulled off the high platform.
"Mother!"
Sansa screamed, surrounded by suffocating darkness.
Wuwuwu... she could only cry in despair.
In the distance, hundreds of Swamp Marigold Banner flags were floating, war drums were rumbling, and horns were blasting loudly.
Under the flag, a thousand-man military formation composed of blue and gold advanced with shields.
The surging crowd in front of them was shattered at the first touch.
Gryn took a breath, handed the Ice giant sword to the clan soldier beside him, and took off his helmet.
The players at the power table are playing with King's Landing. This city is full of sacrifice and sin.
Gryn The undercurrent that was secretly pushed directly turned into a giant wave.
Gryn threw the helmet on the ground. He thought he was far-sighted, but he miscalculated the power of incitement and the scale of the riot... Chaos may be the ladder for all power players, and the secret promoters exceeded his estimation.
Gryn Closed his eyes and took a breath, warning himself not to treat the power game as a one-man game.
Gryn turned around and took steps...Gryn Lord, unyielding.
Kingsguard, who were surrounded by Cersei and Joffrey, saw Gryn approaching and separated to both sides.
Gryn said, "Queen Regent Cersei, King Joffrey, please take a rest here. Our support will be here soon."
Queen Regent Cersei nodded slightly. Although she still held her chin high, she could not hide her embarrassment at this time.
A group of ladies and ladies gathered not far away. Their cries made Queen Regent Cersei frown, which made her look contemptuous and impatient.
Joffrey kicked Sandor·Clegane and said angrily, "You useless dog, where did you go?!"
Sandor stood there motionless, without saying any explanation, and allowed Joffrey to punch and kick him.
After a moment of silence, Queen Regent Cersei waved to Gryn.
Gryn's eyes moved slightly and he walked in front of her.
Queen Regent Cersei looked Gryn up and down and said warmly, "Lord Gryn, are you not injured?"
Gryn shook his head slightly and said seriously, "Queen Regent Cersei, when you travel in the future, please let me guard you."
Queen Regent Cersei's eyes were gentle. "I will do it. Only you can make me feel at ease."
Queen Regent Cersei suddenly becomes gentle to you. There must be something to arrange. This is Gryn's work experience.
Gryn didn't have the pride of rescuing the driver. He was still humble. "Queen Regent Cersei, it is my duty to protect you."
Queen Regent Cersei stared at Gryn with her beautiful eyes, her voice filled with anger. "The atrocities of these untouchables will affect the prestige of Joffrey. How do you think we should fight back?"
"Queen Regent Cersei, in order to restore law and order, we need to implement the curfew as soon as possible and extend the curfew as long as possible."
"What else?"
"We need to get food... for specific methods, you can discuss it at Small Council."
Queen Regent Cersei snorted coldly and said, "There are only two idiots in Small Council now. It was the stupidity of those two people that caused today's riot and put my son in danger."
After a pause, she continued, "Today's events have made me fed up with the stupidity of Pycelle and Varys. From now on... I will directly exercise the power of the Queen Mother Regent for important matters."
After venting, Joffrey came over and said, "Mom, I want to punish Pycelle and Varys!"
Queen Regent Cersei looked at Joffrey who looked angry, and said with a smile, "They are cowards. Joffrey, you will scare them."
Joffrey snorted coldly and said, "Don't let them make mistakes again. I never want to encounter a scene like today again."
Queen Regent Cersei slightly tapped her chin, and her beautiful eyes turned to Gryn: "Lord Gryn, I need you to do what you did with Queens Quarter..."
Joffrey looked around and suddenly said, "Have you seen Sansa?!"
Queen Regent Cersei couldn't help but stood up, glanced around, and said, "Isn't she being watched by Coach Alan and Sir Mandon?!"
Queen Regent Cersei and Joffrey looked at Kingsguard Mandon Moore who was guarding the side.
Sir Mandon replied expressionlessly, "When chaos occurs, the first thing I think of is the king."
Queen Regent Cersei nodded, and she looked to the other side. "Ser Boros, Ser Meryn, go get House Stark's girl back."
Ser Boros did not move, he said leisurely, "Queen Regent, the white robes we wear can easily anger those mobs."
Cersei shouted sharply, "Boros, you must obey my orders, otherwise you will take off that white cloak and remember your oath!"
Joffrey added, "You two can check how Direwolf is doing."
"I thought he was dead. He was seen being torn apart by the mob."
A week later, Throne Room.
Tyrion·Lannister limped in, interrupting Small Council held by Queen Regent Cersei.
Queen Regent Cersei said with disgust, "Who let you in?"
As Tyrion walked, he said, "Haha, I finally know where Joffrey learned his good manners from!"
"What a big change here..."
Tyrion sighed, walked to a chair, and climbed up.
Queen Regent Cersei's voice was filled with anger. "Get out, this is not the place you should be!"
Tyrion grinned. "Cersei, I really like your welcome ceremony, my good sister."
After saying that, Tyrion took out a letter from his pocket and threw it to Varys.
"Master Varys, my good sister must like you the most."
Queen Regent Cersei put down the quill in her hand and looked at the letter in Varys's hand with her beautiful eyes.
"What tricks are you playing? This is Small Council, not the girls' home you often go to."
Tyrion said with a smile, "I think they are pretty much the same. Small Council is also responsible for making people laugh... well, maybe the reward will be less."
After a pause, he continued, "Smart sister, don't pretend to be confused. You have seen the familiar logo on the letter, right?"
Tyrion met Cersei's cold gaze and said, "Yes, our kindest father has sent a letter to our dearest son."