The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

This is a huge stone building.

The grey stones are built.

There are no windows in the building, and only a very high door is entered. The door is two stories high in an ordinary house, and the door is thick and heavy. As soon as the door is closed—and this is what is closed day and night, and only opens when people enter and exit—all the light is isolated from the door.

Inside the building, the darkness is too thick to dissolve, as if it were substance.

Now in the darkness that cannot be removed, a believer has questioned the supreme pastor for the first time in a thousand years.

This bold and fearless man came from Westeros on the other side of the narrow sea and called himself James Lannister.

He now stood up from the pool in the hall. This guy was so tall, a full head taller than the priest. In the darkness, his armor and eyes glowed like a ghost.

"All mortals are mortal." The priest said in a low voice, as if he was breathing and sighing. This might be a breath of death.

"But I'm not dead yet." James' voice was as cold as ice in the dark.

"All mortals must serve," the priest said slowly.

"I have paid for the service." James's voice insisted. He has confidence, he paid the service. If the Faceless Man killed him, it would violate the teachings. If you pay, you will be killed if you don’t get the agreed product. This is not the rule of the faceless.

Compared with the little devil, James is brave and intrepid, but he is not a fool.

For those who despise all gods and theocracies, all he wants is a fair deal. In James's eyes, the Faceless is just an organization that uses the sign of Death to be a killer, and theocracy is just a means for them to deceive the faithful.

James doesn't want to think of himself as a fanatic who has lost his self-judgment.

He has already paid, and now the other party is wrong. His thoughts are straightforward.

Questioning the priest in the death hall is unique in thousands of years. No matter what theocracy rules, there will always be someone who does not believe in evil one day to break it.

"How can a mortal be born again if a mortal doesn't die? How can a mortal have no face if he doesn't forget his name." A voice said slowly, just behind James.

James turned around and was another small priest.

The priest held a small oil lamp in his hand. The light was shining on his upper body and on his hood. However, the light did not shine in his hood, his face was hidden in the hood. , Hiding in the dark, as if an invisible force blocked the light.

The lamp is held in front of his face, but you can't see his face, you can only see the darkness.

So cryptic.

"Pastor, can I see your face?" James said, with a faint joking smile on his face. It's useless to him to pretend to be a god. He also believes in the seven gods, not death. And these boring guys always practice their own interests in the name of god. In the city of Kairuo, in the sanctuary, facing the baptism of the seven gods, James and the little devil have been disrespectful, but they are still alive.

"As you wish!" the priest said softly.

The priest slowly lifted the hood covering his face. James became stiff. He wanted to turn around and flee, but stood still. He saw a skull face, a skull face with no flesh and blood, a pale little snake hanging on the skull face, the little snake's body in the bone, and the tail from the bone of the left eye. hole. Drag out the head from the right eye. hole. Drill out, head up, and stretch out the hissing bone. color. Snake letter, licked towards James' face.

Snake letter was about to touch the tip of James' nose. James just wanted to drew his sword and cut it out, but he still maintained a stiff joke, his body stiff.

"I have already paid, and the service has already paid. That amount is enough to buy an army." James cheered himself up in his heart, although his back was already chilling.

If the pastor represents God and questioned the pastor, what does it mean?

"Kiss it, mortal." The priest's skull opened and closed.

James does not kiss: "I will not kiss it, but I will not be afraid of it."

Hiss!

The dead white little snake's snake letter touched the tip of James' nose. James' eyes have straightened and his face is as stiff as a corpse. Am I going to die? James heard his voice like a dream, far away in the sky. At the moment of touching, the little snake in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the skull face disappeared, revealing a warm and humble face. The figure of the short priest was instantly tall, becoming as tall as James.

James' eyes were already stiff, unable to turn.

"You have withstood the test. The snake and the skeleton just now are just a illusion that tests people's hearts." The priest smiled, and the voice of the lingua franca was also very nice. He didn't wait for the shocked James to respond, to the priest who brought him in. Nodding, the priest quietly left, like a shadow hidden in the darkness, silent.

"Can you wait a moment?" The priest apologized and smiled.

James let his stiff face show an ugly smile: "As you wish, pastor."

The priest nodded and walked to the pool. Under the priest’s feet, the darkness couldn’t be turned away, but he was obviously very familiar with it. He went down the steps, turned around, walked to the pool, picked up the bowl by the pool, and scooped up half a bowl of water: "All mortals are mortal." He Said indifferently.

"All mortals must be enshrined." In the darkness, a hoarse voice responded, as if he had been cut in the throat.

James then saw a short man in black following the priest. He had confronted the phantom skeleton and the snake that the priest had made before, and the darkness was like ink, he had never noticed.

The priest nodded slightly and raised the oil lamp in his hand. In the light, the believer knelt down and took the bowl in the hands of the priest. James saw that the water in the bowl was like the darkness under his feet and as black as ink.

The believer drank the ink in the bowl and returned the bowl to the pastor with a relieved expression on his face.

The priest held the oil lamp, left the pool, and walked into the thicker darkness. The oil lamp in his hand was like a bean, and the believer followed the priest all the way. James followed them too. He saw contented relief and joyful tranquility on the faces of the believers. Then, James saw a dark table, because it was too dark, he hadn't seen it before. The priest stood at the table and put the oil lamp in the corner of the table.

The believer kissed the long table, then took off the black robe, wearing nothing inside. He climbed up the black long table naked, thanked the priest again, then lay down, closed his eyes, and An Ran stopped breathing.

With the sound of footsteps, an acolyte appeared in the darkness, holding a black plate in his hand, and on the plate was a bright ladder knife. The priest picked up the razor and began to dissect the believer's body. He started from the head, his movements were skillful and graceful, and his expression was pious and focused. James Lannister was in a daze. When he calmed down, an intact human face appeared on the priest's hand.

"Mortals are serving." The pastor looked at James, calmly.