Archbishop hurriedly threw himself to the side and hit the stone pillar with his body.
The bishops behind him also dodged to both sides in embarrassment. Some tripped and fell on the steps, some bumped into each other and grinned in pain. Two of them even rolled and hid behind the stone pillars, shivering in the morning wind.
This extremely funny scene made the Lannister Knightss laugh, and the corner of Tywin's mouth also curled up.
However, he ignored it and just passed all the Archbishops, stepped on the last step, and entered the main entrance of Sept.
Yes, he did it on purpose.
These days, a little bird will fly back to the Red Castle every few days, bringing new news about Queen Mother.
Judging from the intelligence, this Sept, which was supposed to be a punishment to teach Cersei to respect power, actually turned into a stronghold for her to contact the outside world!
The Archbishop vowed that the Silent Sisters are the ones who know how to keep secrets best in the Seven Kingdoms, and that Baile Great Sept is the residence of the Seven Gods in the world, and anyone here will receive the baptism of the soul.
But the truth is, they can't even look down on a woman.
Therefore, today Tywin chose to use such a method to jump in, just to let these guys who are full of doctrines but always have some obsession with little boys remember that even the palace of the Seven Gods is also the territory of Regent!
The Sept door they had been hiding behind for hundreds of years was completely inadequate to protect themselves from Lion.
If you want to continue living a luxurious life, you must do everything he arranges!
As the horses' hooves approached, Tywin rode his horse and stood in the center of Sept.
Incense filled the air, mixed with the smell of beeswax and candle smoke. The war horse snorted, as if he was not used to this overly strong aroma.
The eyes of hundreds of nobles focused on the Prime Minister. Although they were a little surprised that he actually rode in, no one dared to show any dissatisfaction. Their positions were strictly arranged according to family status. Everyone stood in their proper position, and no one dared to cross the line even an inch.
Tywin looked at all this condescendingly, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his green eyes.
Then he turned over and dismounted, but did not hand over the reins to anyone. He allowed the horse to stand quietly in the center of Sept while he strode towards the king and others on the high platform of Sept.
Bronn Stokeworth Earl stood in the third row of the noble seats.
I don't know why, maybe because he was born in poverty and was almost cold to death when he was a child, Bronn has always had an almost crazy obsession with dressing.
For example, the dark green dress he was wearing was made by the best tailor in King's Landing three days ago, charging double the price and spending two whole nights to make this wild dog from the riverlands look like a human being.
At that time, Bronn Earl took photos of Bronze Mirror for two quarters of an hour and concluded that...
.. just a little bit worse than Tywin Lannister.
Although the castle has not been repaired yet.
But Corleone kept his word, and the progress of the project was much faster than he expected. Moreover, relying on Black Hand Mafia's tiger-skin banner, he was able to mix well in the aristocratic circle of the royal family these days.
Bronn would not refuse anyone who came to him for business. Anyway, he never explicitly said that Corleone would solve the problem for them, he just vaguely said that he would handle it himself.
As for those Gold Dragon...
.. They gave it voluntarily, and he didn't hold a knife to their necks.
In just half a month, Bronn had more Gold Dragon in his pocket than he had earned as a Mercenary employee in the Riverlands for twenty years combined!
He was even considering whether to hang a portrait of Corleone in the main hall after the castle was repaired.
. But that guy probably won't agree.
But even in Corleone's office, the impact it brought to Bronn was far less than the dozen or so seconds that Tywin entered the room!
He has seen a lot of awesome people, but never one to this level.
He actually rode a horse into the Seven Gods' Sept, in front of the king and the Seven Gods!
So damn domineering!
Looking at Tywin walking towards the high platform step by step, Bronn felt something expand in his chest.
"He can take it...
"Queen is so white!"
Just when Bronn almost awakened to his ambition, a slightly obscene voice came from beside him, instantly pulling Riverlands Tyrant's thoughts back to reality.
He turned his head and saw Herb·Lake standing next to him, his neck stretched out, his eyes staring straight at Queen's Seat on the side of Altar, and he couldn't help but follow it.
High Court Little Rose is wearing a pale golden dress today. The neckline is opened just right, not too low, but enough to make a young man with a strong temperament think about it.
Bronn took a look... and then a hard look.
I have to admit that this guy was right, Queen is indeed very white.
The kind of white that is nourished by the sunshine of High Garden and the morning dew of Rose Garden, showing a light pink color, like fresh cream, I really want to lick it...
Thinking of this, Bronn's eyes involuntarily drifted to Tommen next to Marga.
The eight-year-old king's legs were dangling slightly on the edge of the seat, with a blank expression on his face. He obviously didn't understand what today's ceremony meant.
Looking at this extremely jealous scene, Bronn gritted his teeth secretly.
Do you understand what the fuck you are doing?
Turning his head, he happened to meet Herb's eyes. The two wretched guys looked at each other, and then the corners of their mouths curved upward at the same time.
It was a tacit understanding between men, and it only took one look to establish an unspeakable connection between some obscene facts.
"Hehe.
","Hey hey hey""
Hearing this extremely obscene laughter, Rivley Earl Lych, who was half a body in front of him, rolled his eyes.
He didn't even need to look back to know what the two guys behind him were laughing at.
Young noble, beautiful Queen, old... young king.
This is the oldest drama in Westeros, it has been performed since the time of "the Conqueror" Aegon, and it will never go out of style.
This kind of thing is so common in aristocratic circles that it's not even worth mentioning. After all, Rivere himself thought about it when he was young. Young people, who hasn't slept with Queen in their hearts?
Rhaella Targaryen, and Cersei Lannister... cough cough cough.
Riverey withdrew his thoughts and glanced at the side doors on both sides of Sept.
"Why are there fewer guards than usual today?" He muttered, not loudly, but just enough for the two people behind him to hear.
Bronn was immersed in the dual spiritual enjoyment of "Queen Zhenbai" and "Pi can replace it" when he suddenly heard Earl Lych's question and was stunned for a moment.
Then he instinctively looked around and saw two Lannister Red-cloaked Knight standing next to each door.
Six doors, twelve knights, plus the eight at the Sept main door, a total of twenty.
He frowned, the number of people was indeed wrong.
In an occasion of this level Coronation Ceremony, there are usually not less than fifty guards inside and outside Sept.
Not to mention, who is Tywin Lannister?
He moved half of the army in the West to King's Landing and stationed two thousand men in the city. As a result, there were only twenty guards in Sept?
But then Bronn shook his head again and casually said, "Why do you need so many guards? Now the entire King's Landing is among the minions of Lion."
"It's impossible. Someone is brave enough to plan to assassinate Regent in Sept of the Seven Gods, right?"
Hearing this, Rivere pondered for a moment, and then nodded with deep sympathy. "That's true."
"It would be easier to set this on fire than that."
"Haha!" Hearing this, Bronn couldn't help but chuckle. He glanced at Riveri Lake in surprise. He didn't expect that this old guy had a sense of humor.
"It's too much trouble to set a fire!"
As a knight who had made great achievements in setting fire to the Blackwater River, Bronn felt that he had a fairly authoritative say on this topic, "You also have to prepare oil in advance. The smell is too pungent and it is easy for people to find it. When it burns, everyone will run away."
"And Sept This is a stone wall, it won't collapse if burned."
"Speaking of which, I used something called "Wildfire" when I was playing Battle of the Blackwater Rush."
"That thing is so powerful. If we get hundreds of cans and bury it under here, we will all be blown up to the sky!"
While Bronn and Riveri Earl Lych were bragging and spanking, Tywin had already stepped onto the stone steps leading to Altar step by step.
His pace was neither fast nor slow, with the crimson Velvet Robe dragging behind him. The eyes of hundreds of nobles in Sept were all focused on him, and no one dared to make any sound.
Tywin climbed the last step and stood in the middle of Altar. He first gave Tommen a condescending look.
The eight-year-old king sat on the chair that was too wide for him, with his legs dangling in the air and his little hands tightly grasping the velvet cushions on the armrests.
When his grandfather looked at him like this, Tommen instinctively shrank his neck, but he quickly remembered what his mother had taught him - a king cannot be afraid of anyone's gaze.
So he tried to straighten his back, trying to look more majestic.
Tywin didn't say anything, he just withdrew his gaze and slowly knelt down on one knee.
The crimson robe spread out on the ground, like a pool of coagulated blood.
Lion lowered his head.
Sept was so quiet that one could hear the faint sound of candlelight flickering, and then, a heavy and rapid breathing sound came from far and near.
It turns out that the fat bishop is here.
Dragging the fat on his belly, the Archbishop struggled to move out of the lounge on the side of Altar. With every step he took, the gorgeous robe embroidered with the symbols of the Seven Gods became tighter, as if it would split from the middle at any time.
He had tried to speed up as much as possible, but in the eyes of others, the supreme leader of the Seven Kingdoms' faith was only moving a little faster than a snail.
After finally moving to the king, the fat bishop was out of breath.
He held the edge of Altar with one hand and supported his waist with the other. He breathed heavily for several times before he managed to regain his strength. Then he bent down and tried to make his plump face look at Tommen's level. He said in a gentle and almost flattering voice, "Your Majesty... I can...
As the fat bishop spoke, he glanced at the crown on Tommen's head from the corner of his eye.
It was a crown made of pure gold, inlaid with seven gemstones corresponding to the beliefs of the Seven Gods. It shone brightly under the candlelight, but it seemed a little too big to wear on the head of the eight-year-old king.
Tommen was stunned for a moment.
Following the fat bishop's gaze, he reached out and touched the crown on his head, then held both sides of the crown with both hands in a sensible manner, and carefully took it off his head.
The soft curly hair was somewhat flattened, and a few strands of hair were sticking up.
"Of course, Your Majesty."
Tommen's voice was childish but very serious. "Mother said that when I grow up, grandpa will return it to us."
After saying that, he handed the crown to the fat bishop without hesitation, his green eyes were full of innocence, as if he had no nostalgia at all.
Seeing this situation, the smile on the fat bishop's face paused slightly, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart.
If your grandpa wears this thing, it's open to question whether he can get it in the future.
God be damned, is this kid really stupid or pretending to be stupid?
Why do these words sound so much like some kind of ominous prophecy?
However, the smile on his face did not fade even a little bit. He just stretched out his hands and took the crown respectfully. The moment he took the crown, his arms suddenly dropped. So heavy?
It is indeed pure gold!
The fat bishop gritted his teeth and tried his best to turn around and face the Prime Minister who was kneeling on one knee.
Sunlight poured down from the stained glass window at the height of Sept, passed through the portraits of Father, Mother, Warrior, Maiden, the blacksmith, the old woman and Stranger, and finally fell on Tywin.
Even though he was kneeling on one knee, his back was straight, like a dormant lion.
The fat bishop took a deep breath.
"Lord Tywin Lannister."
He spoke, and his voice echoed in the empty Sept Dome, looking very solemn and solemn. "Under the witness of the seven gods and the world, I will grant you the crown and authority of Regent on behalf of King Your Majesty!"
"But before that, you need to swear an oath in the name of the Seven Gods."
Hearing this, Tywin nodded slightly, indicating that he was ready.
The fat bishop cleared his throat and tried to make his voice sound louder, "Are you willing to swear in the name of Father that you will be fair and impartial when exercising Regent's Authority?"
"I swear." Tywin's voice was low and steady, without any hesitation.
The fat bishop nodded and continued to ask, "Are you willing to swear in the name of Mother that you will have mercy on the weak and shelter all those in need?"
"I swear."
"Are you willing to swear in the name of Warrior that you will go forward bravely and defend the territory and people of the Seven Kingdoms with sword and shield?"
"I swear."
"Are you willing to swear in the name of the blacksmith that you will work hard to forge prosperity and order for the Seven Kingdoms?"
"I swear."
"Are you willing to swear in the name of the old woman that you will use the beacon of wisdom to guide the Seven Kingdoms in the way forward?"
"I swear."
"Are you willing to swear in the name of Stranger that you will face death and the unknown, and you will not lose your true heart in the darkness?"
"I swear."
"Are you willing to swear in the name of Maiden that you will protect the purity of Royal Bloodline from any stain or blasphemy?"
As soon as these words came out, the corners of Tywin's eyes twitched suddenly.
"I swear." His masseter muscles swelled slightly, and then he continued to answer without changing his expression, but in his heart he wished that Stranger would show up quickly and take this damn fat man away as soon as possible.
Fuck!
Are you damn sure you weren't sent by someone to deliberately disgust me?
However, the fat bishop seemed completely unaware of Tywin's inner turmoil. He just nodded with satisfaction and ended the lengthy oath with the words "Seven Gods witness your oath."
Then he held up the heavy crown with both hands and slowly approached Tywin's head.
The crown shone with a dazzling light in the candlelight. Tywin raised his head, and the light fell on the crown.
He had been waiting for so many years, since Aerys went crazy on the Iron Throne, until Joffrey turned the whole the Seven Kingdoms upside down.
Tywin had waited too long.
Now, the crown will finally be placed on his head.
He raised his head and motioned to the fat bishop with his eyes.
Hurry, don't wait.
The fat bishop understood the meaning in his eyes and quickly raised the crown a little higher, aiming it at Tywin's bare head and slowly lowering it.
The edge of the crown had touched Tywin's scalp, and the cold metal touch shocked him all over.
Just then, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Indulging incest among children, overstepping royal power, blaspheming the Seven Gods, massacring and civilian vassals...
"Which of the oaths you made have been truly followed?"