Chapter 470: All interpretation rights belong to the Iron Throne!

  Chapter 470 All interpretation rights belong to the Iron Throne!

 The next day.

 The weather is bright and the sun is shining warmly.

It is December, and the climate in the Reach is still warm and pleasant, without any hint of the cold in the north.

 Old Town, Starry Cathedral.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

A roar like muffled thunder resounded for miles around, and a pair of jet-black dragon wings enveloped the entire majestic temple.

At the same time, a giant orange dragon flew slowly over, looking like it was made of gold in the sunlight.

 Not long after, Glutton and Syracuse arrived.

 “Come, give me your hand.”

Rhaegar stepped off the dragon's back to pick up the infant Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes at him and stretched out her hand proudly.

 At this time, people gathered inside and outside the Starry Church, with missionaries, nuns, and believers mixed together.

Rhaegar glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a thin young man with pale skin gathered in front of the crowd.

He is more ornately dressed and holds a seven-star Bible in his hand.

Beside him, several red-robed archbishops gathered around him.

With just one glance, Rhaegar recognized the identity of the other party, the then Archbishop—Qyburn Fohua.

 It is said that he was an illegitimate son of a noble family, who won the position of archbishop by debating scripture.

 “Hiss!”

 “Hiss…”

Just as Rhaegar climbed off the dragon's back with Rhaenyra in his arms, two dragon roars with different dynamics came from the distant sky.

 Look back.

Yang Yan flapped his pale pink wings vigorously, and his whole body was brightly golden, which was particularly conspicuous.

The sheep thief chased Yang Yan playfully, the vertical pupils of his sunken eye sockets flashed playfully, constantly taking the opportunity to show off his skinny figure.

 It seems to be showing off its beauty to Yang Yan.

Rhaegar smiled unkindly.

 Wild dragons are more or less special, containing the truth that they can survive alone.

Two giant dragons flew to the square of the temple and landed slowly, and the drivers climbed off the dragons' backs one after another.

Aegon walked over with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, exuding a decadent and lazy temperament.

 Eamond is young, but mature and steady.

　　Until One Eye noticed the swaddles in Rhaegar and Rhaenyra's arms.

Aemond's one eye widened and he said in disbelief: "This...is this?"

Rhaegar straightened his back, made a fist and coughed lightly: "Your little nephew."

 “Two at once?” Aemond glanced back and forth, one eye almost not enough.

Rhaegar raised the corners of his mouth: "That's right."

 “Congratulations, brother.”

Eamond was numb for a while and said shyly: "Can you show me?"

 After seeing each other for half a month, we met again and there were two more nephews.

Life is really full of surprises.

Rhaegar patted his chest and said generously: "Look at it as you like, and return it to me if you cry."

 “Hmph!” Rhaenyra snorted coldly, with contempt in her eyes.

 A guy who talks nice and competes with his children for jobs.

It’s just that the anger is just anger, and it’s not to accommodate others.

Rhaenyra took off the swaddling clothes and handed them to Aemond naturally.

Rhaegar also handed over the swaddling clothes.

Emond froze on the spot, holding two babies on one side and the other on the right, with extremely complicated eyes.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

Little Eamonn opened his eyes wide and looked at his little uncle while chewing his hand.

I enjoyed watching it so much that I even wanted to reach out and pull the blindfold.

Emond subconsciously raised his head to dodge, and then made himself laugh stupidly.

 When he looked at the two babies again, the strangeness in his eyes disappeared, and there was a sense of closeness connected by blood.

Rhaenyra said from the sidelines: "His name is Aemon, which is very similar to your name."

Similar names of the Targaryen family all evolved from "Aegon".

Aemond glanced at his eldest sister, his expression unchanged, and said to himself: "They are my nephews, I will take care of them in the future."

Aegon came over to watch the fun, yawned sleepily, and said in a wicked way: "Two cute little things, let me see how the money is."

As he said that, he started to take off the swaddling clothes.

 “Aegon, don’t cause trouble!”

Aemond dodged and hurriedly handed the child back to Rhaenyra, teaching him a lesson: "That is our nephew, you will scare them."

 For his eldest brother's children, he takes the initiative to assume the responsibilities of an uncle.

Aegon threw it away and said boredly: "Tch, it's just a joke."

Just look at little Tintin, it’s not like I didn’t pick up Eamond when I was a kid.

  Why are you so nervous?

Aemond's face turned red, remembering the humiliating childhood memories, and he turned his head angrily and ignored Aegon.

Rhaegar saw the excitement and smoothed things over: "Okay, where is Lord Mondstadt? Have the Dornish bandits been dealt with?"

Aegon shook his head and replied casually: "Mond will be here soon. The old guy pesters me every day to ask when you will come back."

Not to be outdone, Aemond said: "I rode the Sheep Thief and burned two groups of Dornishmen to death. The remaining remnants hid and it will take time to gradually eliminate them."

"clear."

Rhaegar nodded, turned around and stepped onto the steps of the Starry Cathedral.

 All that needs to be said has been said.

 The persistent problem of procrastination should also be addressed.

 Having just climbed halfway up the steps, Archbishop Qyburn walked straight up to him, regardless of the other archbishops' obstruction.

After walking only a few steps, cold sweat broke out on my forehead and I was out of breath.

Rhaegar stopped and looked at him playfully.

　　You have avoided him for seven days and seven nights, what other tricks can you use?

Qyburn's young face showed weakness, his back was hunched, and he said extremely respectfully: "Prince Rhaegar, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

 “Oh, wait for me?”

Rhaegar chuckled.

 Don’t you feel it’s against your will to say this?

Qyburn turned sideways to make way and said tiredly: "I sought guidance from the Seven Gods. Unfortunately, I failed to receive an oracle like any archbishop in history, but I would like to believe in you, who claims to be the messenger of God."

 “Are you sure that the Archbishop told the truth?”

Rhaegar smiled playfully and continued to climb the stone steps. You want to say that R'hllor, the old **** and the Lord of Light, is somewhat capable but still barely believe it.

Rhaegar had more or less contact.

The belief in the Seven Gods has been spread for thousands of years, but no miracles have appeared, let alone representatives such as the Son of the Forest and the Red-robed Witch walking around the world.

 The so-called guidance of the seven gods is difficult to convince.

When Coburn heard this, his pale face became more and more miserable, and his waist was stooped like an old man.

Facing life and death, the Seven Gods did not respond to him.

 This is in great contrast to the experiences of previous archbishops in history.

Rhaegar had no interest in paying attention to him. The crowds of people he passed by retreated and entered the temple.

 Following the experience of the last time he came to Old Town, he no longer took the Seven Gods Faith and Academy into his eyes.

 One has no soldiers and horses, and the other has no power.

 The glutton swallowed up all the voices of resistance with a mouthful of dragon flames.

 Coming to Oldtown on this trip, his main target is the Hightower family.

  More precisely, the two brothers Mond and Otto.

 …

 It’s approaching noon.

Mond was alert with his clan sword on his waist and rushed to the Starry Temple with a large group of people.

As soon as they got close, four giant dragons were crawling on the ground, and the heat they exhaled from their breath was enough to roast raw meat.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

Mond swallowed his saliva and steeled himself to enter the temple.

 Don’t be afraid!

 At the foot is Oldtown, the fiefdom of the Hightower family.

 The temple hall.

Rhaegar and Aemond sat on the ground, each holding a swaddle and playing with it.

Rhaenyra turned her back to everyone and stood by the window blowing the wind.

Aegon was the most promising. He infiltrated the nuns and picked out a long-legged nun to tease her verbally.

As soon as Mond entered the hall, he saw this scene.

His voice also attracted the attention of others.

Rhaegar raised his eyes slightly and looked up and down with a lukewarm look.

Mont was shocked when he saw it, and he stepped forward and saluted: "Prince, congratulations on the birth of your son."

Rhaegar nodded in response.

Rhaenyra walked over slowly and said softly: "Give me the child and you two can talk."

 Speaking, he took the two swaddling clothes and retreated to the inner hall under the guidance of the nuns.

Eamond was a little reluctant and turned his head silently.

 Only Aegon looked dejected, with a look of bitterness and hatred.

 The nuns are all gone.

Mond saw everything and put his hope in his two grandnephews. He introduced the accompanying people behind him sideways.

“Prince, this is Dr. Fisher from the Cardinal Chancellor of the Academy, who has come specially to see you.”

Mond was trembling and pointed at a fat, bald old man.

The bald old man opened a pair of dead fish eyes and his skin was pale and saggy. He bent down and saluted: "Prince, on my behalf..."

 “How many cardinals will there be in total?”

Rhaegar interrupted and stared.

Mond hesitated for a moment and broke into cold sweat.

The bald old man frowned slightly, feeling unhappy at being interrupted, and said patiently: "Usually seven doctors preside over it. The city has developed rapidly in recent years, and a total of ten doctors participated. I am honored to attend one of them."

He spoke very clearly, revealing the prosperity of the city in a subtle way, hoping that the superiors would show their respect.

Rhaegar did not accept this trick and questioned: "Of ten magi, only one was sent to see me. Can you represent the other nine?"

The bald old man was speechless for a moment and hesitated: "I am the representative. If you have any requests, I will convey them on your behalf."

 Choke!

 The real fire at the waist was unsheathed, but a black light flashed away.

 A red line appeared on the bald old man's neck, and blood immediately splattered everywhere.

Rhaegar shook his head and said calmly: "Just send an errand boy to see me. Are the people's servants in the academy so arrogant?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the corpse fell down with a thud, and his hands and feet were still twitching subconsciously.

In an instant, the temperature in the hall dropped sharply, as if a cold wind from the north was blowing.

Aegon's eyes were surprised, and he took a step back with his arms crossed.

Aemond's one eye widened, and his gaze wandered over his elder brother and the corpse.

 Her expression was shocked at first, then gradually returned to calm, and the corners of her lips drew an imperceptible arc.

 He likes his eldest brother's decisiveness in killing.

 “Prince, he is the doctor of the city.”

Mond's jaw almost dropped.

Rhaegar glanced at it and asked curiously: "So?"

What about the school city? Do you really think that knowledge is power?

 All the bad debts from the past have not been settled yet.

Aemond's blood surged when he heard this, and he straightened his spine.

Mond had nothing to say, and his right hand that was clenched and alert trembled slightly.

 Archbishop Coburn walked out of the corner and ordered several silent sisters to drag away the body. They closed their eyes sadly and silently prayed for the deceased.

 After chanting for a few minutes, Qyburn opened his eyes and presented a parchment contract with both hands.

Rhaegar leaned back, placed his hands on the floor, and winked at Aemond.

 Aemond understood instantly, climbed up quickly, grabbed the parchment and placed it in front of his elder brother.

Rhaegar glanced at Qyburn and Mond, reading the contract carefully.

“In the name of the High Septon, I recognize the establishment of the Seven Faith Branch of the Protestant Church, allow the Targaryen royal family to freely appoint and remove the Archbishop, and promulgate a new version of the Seven Star Bible…”

 Various provisions that disqualify rights.

“Protestantism is established, and the Targaryen royal family assumes the protection of the new religion. It can modify the doctrine. The Starry Temple cannot be refuted, and all interpretation rights belong to the Iron Throne.”

　　With each additional sentence, Cobain's thin body became a little more rickety.

All the conditions indicate that the whole person seems to be thirty years older. Thanks to the support of others, he did not fall down.

 The content of the contract is the terms of the emerging sect. It is clearly the overlord contract between the Iron Throne and the Faith of the Seven Gods.

All rights of interpretation belong to the Iron Throne, and in one sentence the prestige of the Seven Gods' faith is shattered to the bottom.

Rhaegar's eyes were as sharp as a hawk and he said calmly: "My Lord Archbishop, when I find another wife, I hope you can hold the ceremony for us in person."

 He ​​pointed up and down with his index finger and said with a murderous heart: "The location is chosen in the Starry Church, in front of all the believers."

 (End of this chapter)