Chapter 297 Testing
The loud and noisy sounds came from far outside the cabin, and vaguely seemed to hear some words such as the Son of God and saving people, which also made Renly, who was sitting in the cabin room barely able to get up, raise his eyebrows.
Soon after, he heard a knock on the door behind him, and walked over to open the door to check. He thought it would be an Ironborn or someone from the mission who came to inform him of some situation, but unexpectedly it was Renee, a girl with long black hair in disguise. Silk.
"There is an ironborn sailor outside whose son has died, and I would like to ask you to help him." Faced with Renly's probing eyes, the girl said: "My lord, please be careful. I think this may be a test from the Iron Islands."
Renly was speechless.
The idea of resurrecting the dead is an exaggeration, but no matter what faith, the gods they believe in seem to be omnipotent to believers, so if he reveals his "incompetence", people will naturally question him.
And as long as there are too many such doubts, his influence in the Iron Islands, the so-called son of the Drowned God, will naturally shrink, or even be ostracized.
This situation verified Renly's original guess, and there was nothing surprising about it, and the solution naturally existed for him——
If he can solve it himself, he will solve it. If he can't solve it, he will go to the Seven Gods. Renly knows that the Seven Gods can resurrect people.
So he doesn't think he will be troubled by this kind of thing. He is more concerned about everything he needs to face after arriving in the Iron Islands, how to win over the neutrals, how to win over the opponents, and then urge the Ironborn to send troops.
With this thought in mind, Renly stepped out of the room and headed towards the deck.
Rhaenys followed closely behind her, and she was really curious about how this man should handle this matter. In other words, noticing Renly's confident posture now, she was curious about how many tricks this man had that he had not revealed——
Although the storm yesterday caused no damage, it was still unforgettable, especially the flashing lightning, which made her completely sure that the power Renly possessed did not come from gods at all.
She had this idea before, because in her understanding, gods do not communicate with believers anytime and anywhere. They only send down their power after rituals or sacrifices. The communication is also obscure and difficult to understand, and believers need to understand it on their own.
Simply put, the power of gods can bring miracles, but it cannot be frequently used by humans.
Obviously she didn't understand that the god on Renly's wrist was completely different from what she knew.
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After walking out of the cabin, the originally hazy voice immediately became clear. Looking around, a group of people were surrounding a gray-haired ironborn to prevent him from moving, but the other person had an angry look on his face.
"My son is dead, and you are still stopping me!"
"When Lord Shenzi wakes up, you can naturally go in."
"It's important to save people. Lord Son of God will understand me!"
"That's not OK."
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The situation was no different from what Rhaenys said, and when Renly walked out of the cabin, the old man who was stopped immediately noticed his arrival, and his face was filled with excitement.
"Lord Son of God, please save my son, please save him!"
Renly did not respond. After glancing at Class A, he walked over. Seeing this, those who were blocking the old man naturally made way for him, and then all of them looked expectant.
These people are basically devout believers in the Sons of the Drowned God, and their previous behavior of stopping the old man naturally did not want to disturb the sacred Sons of the Drowned God because of such a trivial matter (deaths are very common for Ironborn), but now since The Son of God walked out on his own, and of course they would not stop him, but were rather excited.
In addition to these people, there were many people on the deck who were watching intently. They were all silently waiting for what Renly would do next.
Obviously, this is a "test", or it can be called a trap.
However, as the "material" for the test, Renly found that the old ironborn in question was really eager and anxious. His eager eyes made his original cold mood weaken a lot. Then he looked around and saw a pale-faced young man. Now he is lying slumped in the old man's arms, his body stiff, and he seems to have been dead for a long time.
"He is sick. He fell asleep yesterday and never woke up. Sir, please save him! I am only such a son..."
Seeing Renly focus on his son, the old ironborn said with anxiety and excitement.
Renly heard this and said nothing.
The young man in front of him has obviously been dead for a long time, and is not in a state of suspended animation, so his own methods are obviously unable to have any effect, and now he can only rely on the power of the Seven Gods.
But just as Renly was about to touch his left wrist, he suddenly felt a cool feeling on his wrist. He looked down and saw that the Naga mark that had changed after yesterday's storm was now glowing faintly.
At this time, the Naga mark is completely different from the previous snake head. Instead, it has turned into a messy pattern of blue and white, like two colors of dye mixed together. It is messy, and the specific appearance cannot be seen clearly, but it seems that it is What changes are brewing.
It seemed that the Drowned God's divinity was entangled with the power of the Storm God, but when Renly tried to dig out the flames before, he didn't find much change in the flames. There was only a faint flash of lightning as it burned.
The sudden reaction at this moment surprised him, and then he looked at the dead boy with a thoughtful look on his face.
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While Renly was squatting in front of the unconscious man and thinking, two people not far away started talking in low voices because of this.
"I don't think your test will have any effect. Everything that happened yesterday has proved that he is not a liar, not to mention some things in the past."
The person who spoke was the black-haired girl Asha, and standing with him was a middle-aged man with ordinary appearance but strong body. Now the middle-aged man stared at the direction of Renly and whispered: "But it is not enough to prove that he is the son of the Drowned God."
"I have seen him. This man is indeed the boy from more than ten years ago." Asha frowned and replied.
"Is the one from more than ten years ago really the son of the Drowned God?" The middle-aged man asked back.
At that time, he was fighting outside, and when he came back, the so-called son of God had disappeared. He had always doubted this, but the Drowned priests always preached the holiness and greatness of the son of God, so he couldn't refute it.
But now that the son of God has appeared again, he naturally needs to test it. This is not just his own idea. There are many people behind him who also hold this idea and even reject the so-called son of God.
In their view, the appearance of such a person in the Iron Islands can not bring them much benefit at all, but it is very troublesome.
So even though he had seen the magic of this person, he did not intend to stop, but still tried to test him and observe his specific means to formulate corresponding resistance methods.
Apparently Asha had long known the thoughts of the people around her, and she did not refute after hearing the words, but looked in the direction of Renly.
She had seen this son of God resurrect his drowned uncle Aeron, so she did not think that this "test" would be difficult for him, and even looked forward to the scene of the son of God taking action.
However, what happened next was really beyond her expectations.
The black-haired young man touched the forehead of the dead boy with his left hand, and then a burst of blue light suddenly came out, and then a hazy figure suddenly stood up from the boy's body, and after a moment of being stunned, he looked fiercely in their direction!
I was discovered by my boss while revising the text at work, what bad luck.
