Cersei died, and she returned from a humiliating parade. Before she could even enjoy the full day, she was killed by an assassin in the Throne Hall of Red Fort.

People in the palace had to accept this fact.

Arya Stark took two names from her death list, but as a price of not being calm, she was also arrested under the siege of the Kings Guards.

Now there was not only one Miss Stark who was locked in the Red Fort dungeon, but a pair of sisters.

The lost king Toman planned to execute them seven days after Cersei was put in the mortals.

However, before this, Toman probably still needs to deal with the news and come to the Seven Gods Church.

Cersei's death made the sparrows smell the fishy smell of opportunity. The big sparrow led his two thousand warrior sons and the army of the Seven Gods Cult formed by the assembly of the poor to gather in front of the bronze gate of the Red Fort.

Behind them are nearly 30,000 fanatical church believers.

The dense crowd was crowded in front of the gate of the Red Fort on the flat ground. They walked into the moat that was crossed by the stone bridge, looked at the deer head decoration at the door, and waited for the king to explain.

"Explanation? Explain what, although my mother did not die because of them, at least half of the responsibility was attributed to them. Red Castle was closed for many days, and only yesterday, a few monks and nuns in the church who accompanied the parade had the opportunity to enter, and the assassin must have been mixed among them."

Thorman stood in front of the body where his mother was placed. The childishness and gentleness on his face disappeared, and he seemed very angry. His eyes were blushing when he spoke, but his face was very pale.

Paichel had to keep his sadness while sensible persuasion, "Your Majesty, the church believes that the Queen Mother's death is the will of the gods. They claimed that the Queen Mother used conspiracy and tricks during the competition to judge, which made the Church make the wrong punishment during the judgment."

"What does this mean?"

"The church believes that the Queen Mother's previous accusations should be established. This is her willingness to die. The most severe of the previous accusations...is that the Queen Mother did not give birth to a son with Robert. They borrowed Stannis' accusation and had doubts about your Majesty's blood."

Toman gritted his teeth, "Bachelor, do you know what you said? Where did the gods come from to sin? My mother was obviously assassinated, you saw it with your own eyes."

Looking at the old man in front of him, Toman was chill all over. The Bachelor of Pychill, who had just met him, seemed to have grown up by one hundred years in the past half day.

In front of Toman, he slowly bent down his quarrelsome knees, "Your Majesty, although I can be a witness, the people of the church will not choose to believe it."

Toman looked at him in disgust and looked at the Bachelor of Coben, who was more trusting in his mother during her lifetime. "Mr. Coben told me, you are also a witness, right? The church is slandering that I am the son of my father Robert, and I have the blood of the king in my body."

This was a pun question, and Keben could only rest assured, "Yes, your majesty, but the sparrows gathered their troops, and the Red Fort was not under enough guards."

"Is that true?" Then let the capital garrison dispatch, "My grandfather's army gathers together outside the city, right?"

"Yes, your Majesty."

"Then order the Red Robe Guards to open the city gates, and while the church's armed forces are paying attention to the Red Fort. The national magistrate wrote the handwritten order for me, and I immediately stamped the crows and sent the letter to the military camp."

Paceel's mouth opened and closed, "Your Majesty, you have to understand that what makes the church feel difficult is not only their corps armed forces, but tens of thousands of fanatical believers. If there is no trustworthy name, attacking the church, it will cause huge waves..."

"At least we must suppress them first. They slander me for not having the blood of the king. This is a huge conspiracy, a rebellion. Which side will the people on facing the conspiracy?"

Thorman's questioning made the old man retreat. He believed that the people would stand on the other side of the church, because the king in front of him had not yet established prestige in the hearts of the people. How could a king without a sense of existence get the support of the people?

Pacel and Coben looked at each other, and he felt exhausted for the first time in the face of state affairs. He advised him for the last time, "Your Majesty, we should talk to the church,"

"What are you talking about? Red Fort is the last line of defense. Once the door is opened, are you going to let me hand over the Iron Throne and let the big sparrow's butt sit on it?"

"I...I have always been loyal, serving, and serving."

"Jianquan? Is it the time when my grandfather came to the city and deceived King Eris to open the city gate?"

"I...I..." Paichel could no longer say anything, and he slowly got up from his knees in a daze, "I will write the scriptures now, Your Majesty."

"Go, I just want my grandfather Tywin to be by my side now."

A huge warship was plowing through the calm sea and advancing towards the King's Outer Port.

An exquisite Gripen flag fluttered in the wind on the flagpole at the bow of the ship. As the flag fluttered, the sound of roaring under the sea breeze!

What a three-masted battleship!

The sentry ship sailing in Blackwater Bay saw the shadow of a giant ship appearing on the sea level in the east. There was a veteran on this alert ship who had just experienced the battle of Stannis's 100,000 naval forces attacking King's Landing.

The veteran's eyes raked and soon realized that the warship was a fleet's outpost reconnaissance ship. Even though it was as huge as a commanding warship, some of the flaws could still be judged from the warship's flag sails.

For example, the flag bearer that can be seen faintly on the mast is something that is needed for fleet communication.

"It's an enemy attack! Hurry up, you must return immediately. Let's go to the military port to notify the commander! Damn the coastal reconnaissance post! Damn the Navy Intelligence Department! Why is this warship almost entering the heart of the Blackwater Bay without giving a warning yet!"

The veteran joined the rudder-rodding team while cursing.

"Report to the Joint Commander of the Gripen Fleet that the reconnaissance ship in front of him waving flags to inform the enemy of the traces found, and ask whether to pursue it!"

Jack stood quietly in a command room with ventilation portholes in the ship building. In front of his sight was a whole row of three-masted sailing warships arranged side by side, with the same regular warships arranged on the left and right sides of his White Harbor command ship.

He could clearly see that the three masts of the surrounding warships were bare, and all the warships had not hung sails at this time. The entire fleet was like a ghost prohibited from being on the sea, dancing with the wind and undulating with the waves.

All the oarless sail warships, only the spinnakers at the tail equipped with helping turn did not fall.
Chapter completed!