"Believe it or not, I believe in Martin, the new god of humor." Desmond joked.
Next to him were Patrick, Arthur and other companions on horseback.
Except for the lord of Moulin Rouge, everyone else laughed.
We can't blame them, the main reason is that Arthur's remarks about the god Martin are really outrageous.
With empty words and white teeth, he created a new god, and everyone who heard it would regard it as a joke.
In the past two days, Arthur had nothing to do but give them vague descriptions of what was about to happen in King's Landing.
Many people understand it, because the wolf, deer, and lion that Arthur uses as pronouns are easy to understand which force it is.
But not many believe it.
Most people took his words as a joke.
Arthur pointed at the group of people with his index finger, "You guys who have never seen the world, how come you don't even believe in the god Martin? There are many gods in the very far east."
"For example?" Patrick didn't want Arthur to step down from this stage, he just wanted to see what other tricks the Hammer God could come up with.
Desmond and his attendants also stretched their heads and listened with their ears pricked up.
I did this simply because the journey was too boring.
It was so hard to find Martin's joke, how could he reveal it so easily?
"You want to hear it, right?" Arthur sneered, took a deep breath, and began to spread Blue Star culture.
"For example, Namo Gatling Bodhisattva holds a Gatling pole in his hand, and with one breath he spins 3,600 times, all the people he is destined for are saved; another example is Faraday, the god of electromagnetism, with a blessing of 100,000 volts, any extremely evil person can
Blessed to hell; another example is Fire Cloud Evil God Nobel, the father of Yuan Zhou, Zu Chongzhi..."
After talking for a long time, Patrick and others changed from the initial attitude of just having fun to doubting that their knowledge was really shallow.
"Desmond, I don't know much about reading. Do these gods really exist?" the heir to Seaside City asked uncertainly.
Desmond was also a little confused, mainly because what Arthur said was too similar.
"Maybe, maybe the bachelors in Oldtown know these things, but I have never heard of them."
These dozen or so names of gods and their main abilities don’t seem to be made up, maybe they really are.
Yule also followed, and was confused by his nephew as to whether it was true or false: "I have been living in the free cities of Westeros and Essos for twenty years, and I have never heard of these gods."
Arthur sneered: "How many places have you been to? Do you know how big this world is? The Dothraki Sea is larger than the entire continent of Westeros, not to mention Asshai and Ult in the east.
That’s it. The legendary Qarth is a city of great wealth. How many people in Westeros have been to it?”
"The world is so big, and not one person can know most of the knowledge and facts. You must remain in awe of what you don't know." Arthur gave guidance in an old-fashioned way.
All nineteen people were frightened by Arthur's words, and they nodded their heads sincerely or falsely.
"Do you believe in God Martin now?"
"Still don't believe it, unless your prediction comes true."
"It doesn't have to be all true. One or two are enough. After all, what Mr. Arthur said is really outrageous." Desmond added.
"What if everything I said is true and happens in the future? How should you compensate for teasing me now? You know, because of you, my fragile heart has been hit hard." Arthur covered his head.
Heart, pretending that he was seriously injured.
"I, Patrick Mallister, swear that as long as one thing Arthur said is true, I will only listen to your advice from now on." He smiled and stretched out his right hand, making a not-so-serious vow.
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"Be serious, this is a god." Although Arthur wanted to laugh, this was related to his own great cause of pretending to be a god. If he couldn't even deceive these people, he might as well give up on this meal as soon as possible and go to sleep.
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"Tell me how to be serious with what you said? If something as outrageous as Mr. Ed's murder really happened, it means that God Martin's magic power has reached a level that ordinary people can't imagine, and his thinking can affect the world.
operation. But, is this possible?”
Patrick explained.
You accidentally caught a glimpse of the truth, Arthur complained.
Although he wanted to continue to make these people believe in him, he was really tired and stopped talking, letting the thin horse carry him forward.
The team suddenly became quiet, and the group of people walked on silently.
At dusk that day, while the fiery clouds on the horizon rendered the sky into a beautiful painting, they arrived at King's Landing.
The capital of the Seven Kingdoms, the residence of the king, and the second largest port city in Westeros, except that the clothes of the residents are more gorgeous, the houses along the road are more luxurious, and there are more knights and nobles on the road, it looks like other big cities.
There is no difference between towns.
I have to say that the only difference is that there are too many people.
Rubbing shoulders and heels, sweating like rain, dancing with sleeves to block the sun is not just talk.
Here, Arthur found a sense of his past life, the feeling of being a descendant of the dragon.
You have to queue even to enter the city.
"It is said that King's Landing has an extremely stinky smell, and it certainly deserves its reputation." Patrick took out a sachet from somewhere and put it on his nose to smell it.
In the air around them, the stench of feces, urine, sweat, feet, and the stench from sewers mixed together, strongly irritating the noses of outsiders.
So that they know they have arrived in King's Landing.
In the original book, the little devil couldn't stand the stench of King's Landing and wanted to improve the drainage system of this city with a population of 500,000, but nothing happened.
"Stinks worse than our stable."
Arthur's personal servant, Maydan, did not have a sachet to neutralize the stench, so he reluctantly fanned it with his hands, as if this could drive away the stench from his nose.
But in fact, he was blowing the fresh odor into his nostrils.
Arthur comforted him: "You should think this way, our stables have caught up with the level of King's Landing to a certain extent."
He couldn't stand the smell either, but he had no choice but to endure it.
After a few breaths, Arthur couldn't bear it anymore.
He shouted to Patrick: "Do you have any other sachets? Give them to me."
Patrick shook his head gently but firmly, not wanting to give Arthur his spare sachet.
Although when he left Haijiang City, he felt that the little thing his mother gave him was a burden, but now he sees that it is a life-saving thing.
He made up his mind to go out tomorrow to pick out a few good sachets and take turns.
"Bring it here!" Arthur didn't want to be tortured physically and mentally by the stench, so the horse approached Patrick and grabbed the sachet.
Then put it in front of your nose and take a few deep breaths.
I took a few breaths and felt that the whole world felt refreshed.
Patrick knew that he could not defeat Arthur, so he looked at this unreasonable companion eagerly, hoping that he would return the sachet.
Arthur ignored him and wanted to make himself comfortable first. He even took the time to glance at Patrick, wanting to see how embarrassed he was with his sleeves covering his mouth and nose.
But obviously, Arthur was disappointed. The heir of Haijiang City took out another sachet from the luggage on the horse, raised it to his nose and inhaled it.
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