Chapter 485 Bloodline 8

Matus Rowan shrugged: "This can only be the result. According to the regent, the church that dares to challenge the majesty of the royal family must be punished."

Margaery Tyrell paced lightly and murmured: "Has Grimm drawn his sword..."

Earl Matus' expression was slightly complicated: "To be precise, the person who drew the sword against the church was Jaime Lannister."

A pair of elk eyes looked over, and he continued: "According to my people's report, the flag of the lion is flying in the cathedral square, and the regent's army is considered to be a helper."

He shrugged again. "Thousands... assisted Ser Jaime and the hundreds of red Lannister men he led."

Margaery pursed her lips and smiled softly: "It seems that he does love Cersei Lannister very much."

After a pause, she stopped smiling: "Lord Matus, my father's army will arrive in King's Landing in three days at the latest. During this period, we must not only stabilize the situation in King's Landing, but also stabilize Green who has drawn his sword. Regent."

Count Matus sighed secretly. Of the 50,000 troops who attacked Storm's End... 30,000 of them have been transferred to support Highgarden (Chapter 431), and the Duke of Mace has only 20,000 troops left to bring to King's Landing.

And Regent Green claimed that he had one hundred thousand troops...

No matter whether there are so many follow-up troops for Kleb's arrival in King's Landing, the current situation is that the regent has taken control of six thousand gold robes, plus the thousands of Kleb's soldiers who entered King's Landing today...

Therefore, the Duke of Metz's army could not threaten the regent who already controlled the City of the King.

Unless the Duke of Metz summons a hundred thousand troops from the Reach...

Count Matus shook his head secretly. The invasion of the Crow's Eye has made people in the Reach panic. At this time...most lords will not actively respond to the order to send troops. At most, they will send a small number of soldiers to deal with the benevolent lord of the Reach.

After retracting his thoughts, he said sternly to her: "Miss Margaery, please forgive me, plus the Duke of Mace's army, Tyrell and Krab are at best evenly matched. Moreover, Queen Cersei's last words are very important to her. We are at a disadvantage."

Margaery nodded slightly, looked at the serious Count Matus for a moment, and slightly opened her rose lips: "What should I do? Tyrell needs your wisdom, sir."

Matus stared at her, shook his head slightly, and said: "This is the Red Castle, the center of the Seven Kingdoms. At this time, Tyrell needs your wisdom more. And I, as your protector, can I My advice to you is..."

He put his right hand on his chest and said solemnly: "...if the negotiation is not 'fair', we are not afraid of going to war with Kleb."

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When he passed through the Hall of Lights and arrived at the main hall of the Great Cathedral, there were only dozens of red robes left standing around Sir James.

In front of the gate of the Great Sept of Baelor, the sparrows went completely crazy...

When they opened the door, what awaited them were seventy-seven warrior sons (one of the sect's armed forces) wearing armor and rainbow cloaks, and many sparrows holding shields and axes...

The flames in the brazier flickered.

In James' sight, a thin old monk was kneeling under the altar, and the faces of the Seven Gods were looking at him and them.

Danglanglang.

Sir James threw away the helmet he took off. He tightened his grip on the sword handle and walked over.

The old monk slowly stood up and faced the "bloody man" James.

"High Sparrow?"

Tapping his chin, the High Sparrow said kindly: "White Knight, there was no need for so many people to die tonight. I have already sent someone to tell the regent that when the sun rises, I will commit suicide in front of King's Landing to atone for my sins."

Pausing, Sir Jaime looked down at the High Sparrow in front of him and said coldly: "You should not humiliate Cersei."

The High Sparrow sighed slightly: "She killed gods, and her actions must be punished."

Staring at him, Sir James moved his neck: "Kill God?"

The High Sparrow's gentle voice seemed to soothe James' murderous intention: "The Archbishop is the spokesperson of the Seven Gods in the mortal world. Her Majesty Cersei killed the former Archbishop."

Sir James raised the corners of his lips coldly: "So, if I kill you now, will I be a God-killer?"

The High Sparrow sighed again: "I am destined to die. Whether I die now or tomorrow, the result you ask for will be the same."

He smiled slightly: "Since the results are the same, I ask you to let me extinguish the fire of my life. At least... I don't want to be another heavy shackle for the rest of your life, regicide."

Ser Jaime closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling slowly: "You should not humiliate her."

The High Sparrow took a small step closer: "It is said in the Bible of the Seven Gods: All crimes will eventually be forgiven, but first..."

James's eyes suddenly opened, and then... there was a flash of cold light.

The head with a kind expression flew high in the air instantly, then fell heavily and rolled several times on the stone floor.

flutter!

James' face was splattered with warm blood.

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Outside the gate of the Great Cathedral, Sir James, who was holding the head of the High Sparrow, raised his head and took a deep breath.

Not long after, Sandor Clegane approached Jaime leading a tall white horse.

Lifting the dog-faced visor, Sandor glanced at the head with open eyes in James' hand and said, "He looks very peaceful."

James couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He wanted to...make a joke like before, but he failed.

Silently taking the reins from the hound, Ser Jaime climbed onto his horse.

"Have a drink when you get a chance."

After saying that, he glanced at the people carrying the corpses around him, then James kicked his spurs and galloped towards the Red Keep.

James' figure quickly disappeared into the night. The hound looked back and whispered: "Maybe there will be a chance..."

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Outside the temporary dormitory of the Red Castle Cathedral, Little Rose, who had just settled Tommen, could not hide the look of exhaustion on her face.

"Margaery..." The sound of footsteps came closer and closer. When she heard Meg Tyrell's call, Margaery's eyes moved towards the direction of the sound.

"Leave this to me."

Megge signaled the surrounding maids to leave, while wrapping Margaery in the dark green cloak she brought.

Then, she whispered in Little Rose's ear: "He is resting in the bedroom in the throne room tonight."

Glancing at the night outside the corridor window, Margery put on the hood of her cloak and said, "It's very late. Let's ride there."

Meige, who was following Margaery, couldn't help but widen her eyes, looked around, and lowered her voice: "Is the movement... too big?"

Margery pursed her lips and curled her lips, and said, "They will close their eyes."

Although she didn't understand the meaning of Margaery's words, Meige still said "Oh" and did not ask any further questions.

After walking out of the small door of the Red Castle chapel, Meige couldn't help but said: "Miss Margaery, I'm worried... um, will there be any 'danger'?"

Margery just smiled and said nothing.

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"I would be very sorry if it disturbed the regent's rest, loyal Sir Angay."

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In the corridor on the second floor of the throne room, Sir Ange, who was keeping vigil, led the way. Behind him were Margaery and Meg, who were wearing cloaks of the same color.

Looking at Ange who was hesitant to speak, Margery smiled softly: "If you are really worried, I won't mind searching you, Sir."

Sir Angai was slightly embarrassed. He scratched his hair in embarrassment and said, "His Highness has told us that golden roses are friends of marigolds. Please forgive my presumption, miss."

Glancing at the night guard who appeared about five steps away, Margery tilted her head slightly: "Yes, Marigold is a friend of Golden Rose."

They stopped in front of a dormitory door. Sir Ange was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, but his hand was pulled into his arms by Meige.

"Sir, I heard that you are Crabb's number one archer?"

His eyes couldn't help but glance at Mei Ge's outstanding plumpness, his Adam's apple rolled, and Sir Ange showed an aristocratic smile that he had become proficient in recently.

"Ahem, Miss Meige, I'm at Mermaid Port..."

Margaery glanced at Kleib's first archer, who was attracted by Mege's charm but was still secretly paying attention to her, pursed her lips and smiled, then pushed the door open and entered.

"Your heroic stories fascinate me..." The door was closed from the inside, cutting off the chatter between An Gai and Mei Ge.

The bedroom was very quiet, and you could vaguely hear even breathing.

Margery got used to the darkness in the room for a while, and then walked towards the bed with light steps.

Arriving at the bed, Margery paused and called softly: "Green."

Then, before the person on the bed could react, rustling... cloak, long skirt, underwear... Little Rose's clothes fell gently on the Myr carpet under the bed one by one.

The moonlight shining into the room was dim, and Little Rose's white skin seemed to be shining brightly.

"Honey………"

With another low call, she lifted the blanket and slid in.

Feeling the hot, full touch of softness on his neck and the slight lift of his hair, the sleeping leader Green moved his eyelids.

The breathing in the silent room gradually became faster.

Green slowly opened his eyes, looked at the beauty lying on his body and moved around in confusion, and said hoarsely: "Ma...Gerry?"

"...it's me...boo...dear..."

Margaery's soft body slid, and then her little face appeared above Green's line of sight. The ladylike little rose was now like a charming kitten that seduces people's soul.

A pair of bright eyes stared closely at Green, who was not yet completely awake. He stroked his cheek, raised his lips, and said, "I miss you, my knight."

Green's hands explored Little Rose's body for a while, and he whispered: "Well, this is not a dream."

Margery couldn't help laughing: "Yes, I just confirmed it too."

Margaery's beautiful eyes were overflowing with love, and even the night could not block it. Looking at her... Lord Greene silently recited the clan motto: United as one.

After the passionate kiss, the body rolled, with marigolds on top and golden roses on the bottom.

Lying on the bed, Little Rose raised her chin, holding his hair with one hand, and responded to Green in a somewhat unfamiliar manner by repeating what she had done before.

I don't know how long it took, but the obsessed little Rose suddenly heard Green's sigh.

"I have an idea, honey."

The little rose chuckled, and then rolled again. The golden rose and marigold changed places, and then she slowly slid down bit by bit.

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early morning.

Green put his hands behind his head and lay on the bed admiring Little Rose's beautiful back and the beauty of her clothes.

Looking sideways at Greene, Little Rose shook her long brown curly hair with her hand, leaned over and kissed Greene's forehead.

Patting Green's cheek with her little hand, she blinked one eye and said, "If time permits, I will come see you again in the evening, my dear."