The journey of the film and television world is endless [continued]

The people present were from the three families of Celtigar, Lake, and Morningstar, but they all stood together. Sardin continued, "The Church of the Seven has arrested Lady Lyanna, which means they have officially torn their faces with us. This is our dereliction of duty, and we cannot let the Lord suffer any more losses. We must immediately escort Master Thom and Lady Nanali out safely tonight. Set, this matter is in your charge. The brothers in the tax police will assist you in covering them, and you must ensure that they arrive at Duskdale safely. As for the others, follow me to defend the manor. If any daring people attempt to invade, there is no need to show mercy, just kill them! Whether it is the royal family or the church, let them know clearly that we are not lambs to be slaughtered!"

"We will defend the lord's honor until the death!" All the stewards shouted in unison, their voices low and firm.

When Lyanna was brought into the Great Sept, the High Sparrow was nowhere to be seen. Only three monks were in charge of the interrogation. Lyanna was naturally not polite to them. She pointed at their noses and cursed them without fear. These monks were not as bold as the High Sparrow, and they did not dare to really punish Lyanna. They could only leave a sentence: "Sins cannot be hidden from the gods, madam, the gods will pay attention to your performance! Only repentance is your only way out." Then they left in a hurry.

Finally, Lyanna was imprisoned in the dungeon of the sept, which was the dark cell where Margaery and Cersei had been. During the escort, she passed by those large cells where captured pagans and merchants were imprisoned. The conditions in the cells were extremely bad, usually more than a dozen people were crowded in the same large cell, and the stench was overwhelming. When these people saw the noble lady passing by, they were extremely excited and lay on the railings, staring greedily at Lyanna's body, and some of them were even bold enough to say obscene words that were unbearable to hear.

All he saw was a big bald man with no nose and well-developed muscles. He pushed the people around him away with force, stretched out his strong arms through the fence, and teased with a lewd look on his face: "Girl, you are so pretty! Come in and play with me!" This person turned out to be Rorge, who had once traveled with Jaquin.

Lyanna's eyes were cold, and she actually walked straight towards the cell. Rorge's ugly face immediately became extremely excited, and the escorting knights of the Order wanted to stop him.

In a flash, Lyanna quickly snatched the stick from his waist, thrust it between Rorge's outstretched arms, and accurately caught his shackles and chains. Then, in front of everyone's astonishment, Lyanna did a sideways somersault, cleverly using the principle of leverage and her own weight to twist Rorge's arms apart.

All this happened so fast that Roger had no time to react until he was awakened by the intense pain. At this moment, Roger's arm was twisted like a pretzel and stuck between the iron bars. If he struggled a little, the pain would be doubled. As soon as he opened his mouth, he wanted to curse: "Ah! My hand! You actually twisted my hand off, you hateful...bitch..."

However, before he could finish his curse, a wooden stick as thick as an egg and wrapped with iron sheets at both ends was forcibly thrust into his mouth, directing the rest of his insults back at him.

Lyanna stirred the stick in his mouth, pulling out all the broken teeth. After doing this, she threw the stick back to the Knight of the Order with satisfaction, and said lightly: "Thank you! This thing is quite fun. I feel much better now."

The warriors of the cult were so frightened that they quickly said, "I don't deserve it! I don't deserve it!" and their attitude became unusually respectful.

Lyanna didn't pay attention to Rorge who was still wailing in pain, but continued to walk towards the upper level of the cell. She had suffered too much grievance and anger today, and the fierce venting just now really made her feel much better.

When they came to the third floor of the Confessor Tower, it was usually used to hold female prisoners of a certain status. At this point, the warriors of the Order could no longer go inside, and the next step would be taken by the nuns. The three nuns were expressionless, as cold as an iceberg. They forcibly dragged Anna into the confessional and quickly closed the door to prepare to attack Anna. However, all this was just a superficial phenomenon. For them, being able to strip off the gorgeous clothes of the nobles who were high above them gave them a morbid sense of satisfaction. But what happened next would surprise everyone.

Lyanna's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a sly and complacent smile. She just waved her arms lightly and broke free. There was a "crackling" sound in the room, accompanied by begging and screaming, "Ah, don't stop! Please stop, don't hit me anymore. Wuuuu X﹏X!" After the sobbing and crying gradually weakened and disappeared, the door slowly opened, and an unexpected scene appeared - the three nuns who originally looked strong and aggressive were now thrown out naked!

At this moment, the three nuns had no time to care about their exposed bodies. They rushed forward in fear and locked the wooden door tightly, as if they were afraid that the monster inside would chase them out. Then there were bursts of low sobs, and they covered their important parts with their hands while staggering away from the scene.

Lyanna had a satisfied smile on her face, and she said to herself, "Hahaha^_^ The guys from the church are not that bad. They actually came to my door to vent my anger." In the previous contest, those burly nuns were obviously no match for Lyanna. They were easily subdued by Lyanna and suffered even more cruel revenge.

The reason why the nobles in the Ice and Fire World have been able to maintain their feudal rule for thousands of years is far more than just their noble status. The more important reason is the powerful force contained in their blood. This innate power gives the nobles extraordinary strength and advantages, and because of this, the resistance of the common people seems pale and powerless.

Just imagine, a fully armed official knight can easily suppress a civilian riot of two or three hundred people with just a dozen soldiers. This is by no means a lie or a joke, but a cruel portrayal of reality!