I have a Mount and Blade panel and I kill people in the Game of Thrones

Lyon's eyes were as cold as ice in winter, staring at the city lord Edmund Darry without any emotion.

His eyes were deep and cold, as if they could penetrate people's hearts and see through all secrets.

"Edmund Darry? I suppose we have never met. What position do you hold in this city?"

Leon's voice was calm, but every word revealed unquestionable authority.

Facing Leon's questioning, Edmund's tone seemed unusually calm and composed, even with a hint of ridicule:

"Yes, Lord Commander. Your appearance is slightly different from the portrait of the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. Those painters should be dragged out and beheaded in public."

His response revealed a neither humble nor arrogant attitude, and he seemed to use humor to ease the tense atmosphere.

However, although Edmund's response seemed casual, deep down he was already fully prepared.

That's why when Leon questioned the legitimacy of his rule, he immediately doubted Leon's true identity.

"Oh? So you are doubting my identity?" There was a hint of indifference in Leon's voice. His eyes were fixed on Edmund's face, trying to find the answer from the other's expression.

"Yes, Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief." Edmund replied. His attitude was firm, and he did not back down because of Leon's momentum. "As far as I know, the real Commander-in-Chief Leon Victor has long retired from the world and returned to his family's castle. It seems that he has found something more worthy of devoting his life to than being a Night Watchman - becoming a missionary of the Church of the Gods."

As Edmund finished his words, the originally happy atmosphere suddenly became tense.

A tense mood spread among the crowd, and the celebratory laughter gradually disappeared, replaced by whispers of doubt and anxiety.

Even many soldiers and civilians who regarded Leon as the savior who killed the giant snake became suspicious of Leon's identity. Their eyes wandered between Leon and Edmund, not knowing who to trust.

“So, now a city lord with unknown origins dares to question my identity?” Lyon’s tone became heavier and he lost his patience.

Isn't his existence, his power, and everything he has done enough to prove his identity?

Even Balerion, who was shrinking behind Leon to the size of a normal dragon, jumped onto the city wall. His huge head looked directly at Edmund, with displeasure flashing in his eyes, as if he was angry at Leon's dignity.

Arnold Blackfyre heard the conversation between the two and added awkwardly, "My Lord, the dragon Balerion can never be fake." There was a hint of persuasion in his words, trying to ease the tense situation.

Edmund remained calm in the face of pressure from Leon and Balerion. He knew that in this situation, any panic could lead to disastrous consequences.

"I am not questioning your ability, Lord Commander." He said slowly, with a hint of respect in his tone, "I am just responsible to Eastwatch and must ensure that our leader is the real Leon Victor."

Leon was silent for a moment. He knew that Edmund's worries were not unreasonable.

In this world, identity and loyalty are extremely important, especially when facing a threat of this magnitude.

He took a deep breath, then spoke slowly: "I understand your concerns, Edmund Darry. But you must know that no matter what my identity is, everything I do is for the peace and security of Westeros."

He turned to the soldiers and civilians who were watching, and his voice became more determined:

"I am Leon, and I will fight alongside you, whether I am Lord Commander of the Night's Watch or a simple warrior. We share the same goal, to protect our home from those who seek to destroy it."

Murmurs began to appear in the crowd, and soldiers and civilians began to exchange opinions. They looked at Leon and Balerion, trying to find the answer in their eyes.

And Balerion, the powerful dragon, also let out a low roar at this time, as if to testify to Leon's words.

At Leon's firm words and Balerion's roar, some of the soldiers and civilians' doubts gradually dissipated.

They began to believe in Leon's identity and believed that he was the true commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch.

However, some still held reservations, including Edmund Darry, who stared at Lyon, pondering his next move.

Just then, a mysterious man in a black robe walked up to the city wall.

His figure was shrouded in shadow, making it difficult to see his face.

Everyone's attention was drawn to him, and they looked at the uninvited guest with curiosity.

The mysterious man walked up to Leon, bowed slightly, and handed him a sealed letter.

However, Leon did not immediately reach out to take the letter handed to him by this mysterious man of unknown origin.

"Who are you?" Leon's eyes were as sharp as a sword, pointing directly at the mysterious man in front of him. There was no fluctuation in his voice, but it was full of an inescapable sense of oppression.

Facing Leon's question, the mysterious man slowly raised his head. His movements were calm and slow, as if he was performing a ritual.

He took off his hood, revealing an expressionless and cold face. His face was as hard as a sculpture, without any sign of life, as if he were a dead person.

"Nobody." The mysterious man's answer was brief and cold, without a trace of emotion in his voice.

Leon was slightly moved when he heard this answer, but the mysterious man immediately added: "But now you are a believer of the Church of the Gods." His words revealed a new belief and belonging.

"Oh? This is the second time I've heard this term tonight, and as far as I know, there is only the Church of the Seven Gods in Westeros, but there has never been any Church of the Gods, right?" Leon frowned slightly. He was curious and wary of this sudden new church.

At this time, Edmund stepped forward slightly and said in a voice that no one around could hear: "This was founded by everyone in the world who has been to the Arena of the Gods, including the bloody scorpion with the phantom of the Earthly Python that you killed. We are all in the same group!"

His voice was low, with a hint of hidden nervousness.

"Why are you speaking so quietly? I have no interest in your conspiracy in public." Leon raised his voice a few notches and waved his hand at Edmund in disgust. The latter immediately blushed, obviously at a loss as to what to do with Leon's contempt.

However, the mysterious man just smiled and said, "Since Commander-in-Chief Lyon is so upright, he should not refuse an invitation letter that poses no threat, right?" There was a hint of provocation in his smile, as if he was challenging Lyon's courage and wisdom.

"Oh? Provocation?" A smile appeared on Leon's lips. He took the document handed over by the mysterious man, opened it and read it.

As his eyes swept over the documents, his expression gradually became serious.

Finally, Leon raised his head and looked around the room, his eyes flashing with determination: "Invite me to attend the gathering of the Church of the Gods? Okay, I accept." His voice was firm and powerful, revealing a courage that was not afraid of any challenge.

The mysterious man looked at Leon, and a hint of admiration finally appeared on his calm face, as if he was paying tribute to Leon's courage and determination.

"You are indeed Leon Victor, not that imposter from the Reach."

There was a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction in his voice, as if after confirming Leon's identity, he was more confident about his next plan.

Even Edmund, who had been looked down upon by Leon before, breathed a sigh of relief, and his face showed a look of having let down his guard. Obviously, Leon's decision made him feel inexplicably relieved.

However, Lyon's next words made both of them change their expressions at the same time.

"I will attend the rally, and I will catch all of you false gods and believers who have wandered into the human world! Restoring peace to Westeros completely!" His voice was firm and powerful, revealing an unquestionable determination.

"You guys, who think you are superior to others, are relying on some adventures to stir up trouble in the world, deceive people, and bring disaster to the common people. You are the disaster to mankind that is worse than the White Walkers."

Leon's words were like a bombshell, causing an uproar among the crowd.

The mysterious man and Edmund's faces turned pale instantly. They obviously did not expect Leon to express his hostility and determination so directly.

But Leon didn't care about the reactions of the two. He turned his gaze to the dragon knights around him and asked:

"Where do your dragons come from?" His question was direct and sharp, and he obviously wanted to know the origin of these dragons and the secrets behind them.

Facing Leon's question, many dragon knights looked at each other without saying anything, their eyes revealing hesitation and uneasiness. Finally, Arnold responded:

"These are the dragon eggs that were lost from King's Landing, and some were given to us by Lord Edmund!"

There was a hint of helplessness in his voice, and it was obvious that he didn't have much choice on this issue.

There was a gleam in Leon's eyes, and he felt a little curious and wary about the origin of these dragons.

The dragon eggs in King's Landing and Edmund's gift, these clues seem to point to a bigger conspiracy and plan.

"Very good, Arnold Blackfyre." Lyon said in a deep voice, his eyes sweeping over all the dragon riders, "I hope you can understand that the real power does not lie in the giant dragon under your crotch, but in the faith and courage in your heart."

"Yes! Commander Lyon, we originally came to Eastwatch to join your Night's Watch. Now we finally see a clear path. Please let me follow in your footsteps."

Arnold's display of loyalty created a tense atmosphere in the air. The dragon riders looked at each other, their eyes full of hesitation and uneasiness. The decision before them was undoubtedly a great test of loyalty and faith.

On one side is Leon Victor, the dragon lord with overwhelming power and former commander of the Night's Watch. His name represents courage and strength on the continent of Westeros, and his deeds have been praised by countless people.

On the other side is the Church of the Gods, a mysterious and powerful organization. They seem to possess unimaginable power and can dominate almost everything in the world.

They can even easily control powerful creatures like dragons, which undoubtedly makes some dragon riders feel tempted and frightened.

Under such pressure and temptation, many dragon knights began to make their own choices.

Some of them moved quietly and eventually sided with the Church of the Gods, while others stood firmly behind Leon, although their numbers were small.

After Arnold finished shouting, he looked around and found an awkward situation.

The number of dragon knights standing behind Leon was less than half complete, and only a handful of them with the weakest dragons stood beside Leon.

This result made him feel a little lost and worried.

Leon's gaze swept over the dragon knights who chose to stand behind him. There was no blame in his eyes, only a deep understanding.

He knew that in this world, everyone has their own choices, and all he can do is respect these choices and continue to stick to his beliefs.

"Where are the night watchmen here?" Leon asked, his voice calm and firm.

"Are you asking about Lord Commander Jon Snow? He and his dragons are patrolling the North to prevent infiltration by the White Walkers. If you want to see him, I'll have him come back now." Arnold replied, with a hint of urgency in his voice, obviously hoping to do something for Lyon.

Lyon was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "No, that's not necessary. Jon Snow is a competent commander, he should stay in the North and continue his mission."

He turned to the dragon riders who had chosen to stand on the side of the Church of the Gods, with a hint of warning in his voice:

"I respect everyone's choice, but I hope you remember that the real power does not lie in the dragon under your crotch, but in the faith and courage in your heart. Don't be blinded by false power."

In the night sky, Balerion let out a low dragon roar, as if resonating with Leon's words.

On the city wall, Leon stood tall, his figure looking particularly firm in the light of the fire.

He knew that no matter how difficult and dangerous the road ahead was, he would move forward bravely and fight for the future of Westeros.

As for the dragon riders who chose to stand on the side of the Church of the Gods, there began to be a trace of hesitation in their eyes.

Leon's words, like a ray of light, illuminated their hearts and made them begin to re-examine their choices.

In this world full of unknowns and challenges, everyone must be responsible for their own choices, and Lyon will always stick to his beliefs and mission.

Leon looked at the letter in his hand, raised his head and sneered at the mysterious man:

"You're inviting me to Harrenhal? Very well, I'll do as you wish!"