Historically, the Church's armed organizations caused no small amount of "trouble" for the nobles and royalty of the Seven Kingdoms, and were later brutally suppressed by Maegor I, known as "Maegor the Cruel." At that time, Maegor I offered bounties for members of the two organizations: one gold dragon for the scalp of a Son of the Warrior, and one silver stag for a Poor Fellow. The militant orders were ultimately disbanded by Maegor I, and the Seven Gods Church completely lost its armed forces, until now.
"High Septon Zali, let me give you a piece of advice."
Greene reached out and patted him, continuing, "Stay away from the vortex, it's best to remain outside of it. This might bring you unexpected benefits."
High Septon Zali's heart skipped a beat. He paused, then couldn't help but ask, "Count Greene, do you mean... there will be... conflict?"
Greene did not directly respond to his speculation: "Choice is very important. How you act depends on your choice, monk."
After speaking, he changed the subject: "I came today for the knighting ceremony (Chapter 260, Chapter 288)..."
After discussing the anointing ceremony, High Septon Zali personally escorted Count Greene to the Great Sept door.
Behind Greene, the devout chanting continued.
The Crone, ancient and wise, foresees each person's future fate,
Raising her Goldenrod to shine light, guiding the path for little children.
The Smith, diligent and toiling day and night, arranges everything in order,
Hammer and bellows, furnace burning, shaping the world for little children.
The Maiden dances, soaring in the air, existing in lovers' sighs and sorrow,
Her smile teaches birds to fly, entrusting sweet dreams to little children.
...
The Seven Gods created us, listening to our prayers always,
Close your eyes, no more troubles, the Gods watch over you, little children.
...
...
Seeing Greene and Brienne appear, Monton and Anguy, who were waiting outside the gate, led the horses over.
Greene took Lady Forlorn, which was tucked into his belt, and swung onto his horse, saying, "Monton, how is it?"
Monton's honest voice sounded, "Lord Greene, it's still those few pairs of eyes, they've been tracking us the whole time."
Greene nodded, lightly nudged his horse's belly, and the horse began to walk forward.
As they rode to Flea Bottom, Brienne nudged her horse closer and said, "Lord Greene, I have a bad feeling."
Anguy's horse also drew near, and his voice held an undisguised excitement: "Lord Greene, there's an ambush, at least thirty men..."
As he spoke, he noticed Brienne's "unfriendly" gaze and immediately reined in his emotions.
He cleared his throat and continued, "There should be more people hidden ahead."
Greene pulled on the reins and said, "Keep going."
The dozen or so guards exchanged glances and silently clustered around their lord.
The sun was like fire.
Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop, the horses' hooves made crisp sounds on the cobblestones.
Someone suddenly roared, "Long live the Eyrie!"
Immediately after, a dilapidated carriage was suddenly pushed out, blocking the path of Greene's party, and then the rear.
"For the Vale of Arryn!"
"Long live the Valley Knight!"
"Blood for blood!"
The carriage blocking the road was set ablaze, and dozens of ambushers surged out from all directions. They held various weapons and charged towards Greene's position like hungry wolves.
"Kill Greene Crabb..."
A burly man who looked like a leader had just shouted when his head was instantly smashed by a sudden flying hammer, and sticky crimson blood splattered.
Brienne, gripping her greatsword Ice, shouted, "Protect Lord Greene!"
The guards leaped from their horses, quickly forming a defensive line around Greene. Wielding their longswords, they let out fierce battle cries: "Protect Lord Greene!"
A cold glint flashed, and the clang of metal striking metal echoed. The surrounding commoners shrieked and scattered in a panic.
Suddenly.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, several arrows whistled towards Greene from the high vantage point of the houses along the street.
Monton's round shield and Brienne's greatsword blocked all the arrows, while Anguy quickly strung his bow and fired repeatedly, causing the archers ambushing on the rooftops to fall, struck by arrows.
"Long live the Vale of Arryn!"
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