Targaryen Faith Seven.
After Baelon·Targaryen was born, he was personally baptized by Seven High Septon.
The day when Bishop Seven baptized Baelon was the Name Day of King Baelon. This day is celebrated with great excitement every year.
Isn't this something everyone knows?
The captains looked at each other and looked at the priest in silence.
So?
People themselves have said it, he is Baelon·Targaryen, not Ironborn!
They even ignored the fact that Baelon is not Ironborn.
Is the head between their shoulders empty, forgetting Baelon·Targaryen and not believing Drowned God?
The priest of Drowned God wore a navy blue robe and silently looked at each other Ironborn.
The scene fell silent for a moment.
Captain:?
Priest:?
Baelon·Targaryen doesn't believe Drowned God, "The Conqueror" Aegon doesn't believe Drowned God either.
What then?
You rise the Kraken from under the waves, set off the waves, and drown the dragon!
The captains are confused, why are they just looking at us?!
Baelon cautiously climbed onto Vermithor's dragon's back.
Even though the priest in front of him was thin, barefoot, and unarmed, with only a water bag around his waist.
But there are gods in this world, and Drowned God priests are the agents of gods in the world. What if there is something magical about it?
"Really?" Baelon said.
"Priest, if your god is really dissatisfied with me, then let him stop me."
Baelon holds the dragon saddle tightly, waiting for Drowned God's reaction, waiting for a miracle.
But time passed minute by minute, and he didn't see any gods or huge waves.
The sea is calm and calm.
Baelon sighed, "Priest, it seems you are lying."
The expression on the face of the priest whose hair was wet and twisted into locks changed, and he would never admit this groundless accusation!
He insisted, "A person who does not worship God is not worthy of sitting on Seastone Chair. I will never recognize you as my king!"
Baelon Anger surged in his chest. He took a deep breath and suppressed the inexplicable impatience in his chest.
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Is it true?
Drowned God Aimed at him?
"Blood Hand" Urron massacred half a hundred prophets and priests in Nagga's Hill. He ruled Iron Islands for more than twenty years. Since then, the throne has been hereditary in the Greyiron family.
Drowned God Silence.
House Hoare conquered Iron Islands, "Black Heart" Heron built Harrenhal, searched for wealth, and many people died from exhaustion Ironborn.
Drowned God is silent.
"The Conqueror"Aegon became the king of Seven Kingdoms, and Drowned God did nothing.
Now he has passed Kingsmoot and has become the king.
Drowned God is not allowed?!
Not likely.
But more priests stood up and stood side by side without fear.
Baelon smiled when he saw this.
Very good, worthy of the God who created Ironborn.
Drowned God Just like Iron Islands, he was deeply impressed by this new approach.
He remembered.
Isn't it God?
"Beloved by Seven" Baelon laughed and said provocatively, "Priest, go and ask your gods."
"Your god has no problem with me, does he?"
He scanned nearly a hundred Drowned God priest and said word by word, "Or is your god too weak to stop me?"
Vermithor took a step forward, and the ground roared.
Baelon said, "Come, let your god show me his power and prove his power!"
The calm demeanor of the priests disappeared.
The captains' eyes fell on the priest.
After a while, the person who took the lead calmly said, "The gods have their own arrangements."
Baelon sneered, "It seems that your god is stingy with his gifts to you."
"But I am willing to give all Ironborn respect. Valyrians has respected thousands of gods."
"I, the supreme king of Baelon·Targaryen, Iron Islands, hereby allow you to respect Vermithor and allow Drowned God to be believed in by Ironborn."
Even though the captains had retreated step by step under the trampling of Baelon and the dragon, they still couldn't help but take a breath at this time.
Blasphemy!
This is blasphemy to Drowned God!
The priests exploded, and they kept praying to Drowned God to punish this blasphemous person.
The captains held their breath and concentrated.
As time passed, the sounds of begging and yelling became fainter, and the surroundings fell into dead silence.
The sea was calm, and Baelon·Targaryen sat peacefully on the back of the dragon.
Drowned God Silence.
Baelon laughed, "It seems that your Drowned God loves me more than you!"
"Maybe in the eyes of your Drowned God, I, an outsider, am more pious than you."
"Come, kneel down to me and ask for my blessing, and I will pour salt water on your heads."
The priest stretched out his skinny fingers tremblingly and pointed at Baelon, "Look, look!"
"What kind of devil is in front of you! Ironborns!"
What a vicious, evil dragon!
But unlike the excitement imagined by the priest, the captains' eyes gradually lit up.
The cheeks of many captains even turned red. Their blood boiled and they stared intently at Baelon·Targaryen on the back of the dragon.
Blaspheming the gods and usurping the priest's authority... this is...Ironborn!
"It's the king." Gunthor Guleba, who was as strong as Giants, decided.
"The King of Ironborn."
War is Ironborn's legitimate occupation. Drowned God created humans just to rape and plunder.
Kingsmoot reopened, bringing war, blood, and flames to Baelon·Targaryen. Apart from not being Ironborn himself, what he did did more than any Ironborn priest to practice the spiritual thoughts of Drowned God.
Baron Greyjoy took a step, "Drowned God created Ironborn, just to create a new world with blood, flames, and joyful songs, and to carve out a name with it."
He paused and bowed to the dragon, "You sailed the world in flames, you brought joyful songs, and set off a feast of blood and fire."
"From ancient times to the present, no one is more qualified to be the supreme king of Iron Islands than you!"
"Targaryen King!"
Baelon glanced at the unknown priest who was standing there blankly.
Drowned God priest and the prophets looked at me and I looked at you, standing silently in place.
Some people clenched their fists, in Old Wyk, in Ironborn, Drowned God and his pastor were so humiliated!
Dozens of priests, whose faces were ashen, filled their clothes with stones and walked towards the cold sea.
Baelon sighed inwardly and said, "Everyone, go gather your crew!"
"Let's light a bonfire and have a feast!"
"At a feast with enough meat and wine, I will choose a first mate Dragon Ship to command my fleet!"
"After you have eaten and drank enough, follow me and set off to seize Stepstones!"
Everyone cheered and poured down the mountain. A few people went against the captains and went down the mountain silently.
Baelon looked at the direction they left and lowered his eyes.
King's Landing
Red Keep
Two ravens flew into Red Keep and Maester's Tower at almost the same time.
Viserys was the first to open the letter from Earl Farman. The moment he saw the handwriting, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"It was written by Baelon, he is fine!"
He finally let go of his worries and opened another note, which was a letter from Earl from Hightower.
The letter stated that Sir Mund·Hightower had taken his sister and set off for King's Landing.