Chapter 296 The Magician and the Dragon Egg
The quill was dipped in ink and colored on the paper. Dr. Marwin watched as the tip of the pen poked a small hole. The light blue ink bloomed into a small flower on the paper. It followed the fine lines on the doctor's special paper and dyed it lifelike. various patterns.
Laresa was holding a thick book at the side and reading it. The words "Lost Books" were clearly written on the cover in Common Language.
But his eyes turned over the book and looked curiously at Dr. Marwin's desk.
Dr. Marwin stretched out and showed his iconic red teeth. The rows looked like red fox guards sitting on cotton balls in parade at the door of his mouth, red with white inside.
"Toothache, toothache." Dr. Marwin complained. He shook his arms and tried to pull out the tooth. He stood up, stretched his neck that was unparalleled for a bull, and opened the window. , the mist of the Mead River and Whispering Bay hit your face, and soon filled the whole house.
This is the price of being addicted to chewing sour grass leaves, Laresa thought to herself, holding up the book with only two eyes exposed above the cover.
Just as he was thinking about it, Marwin opened the drawer and took out an iron box, which was mixed with vanilla and an intoxicating sweet and sour taste. He picked out a few slices, stuffed them into his mouth and started chewing.
Laresa put down the book, closed it carefully, and glanced at Dr. Marwin's desk. The ink-stained pattern was blurry just now, but now it was very eye-catching.
Dragon, Laresa whispered the word.
After saying this word, Dr. Marwin suddenly trembled all over, trembled again and again, and stared out the window. Laresa thought the doctor had gone crazy again, but she withdrew her opinion when she took in the scene under the tower in her peripheral vision.
An Ironborn longship flying Greyjoy's new flag was quickly heading towards the mouth of the Mead River, but it suddenly stopped halfway. The front of the ship's hull cracked, and countless pieces of debris flew out visible to the naked eye. The soldiers of the town garrison immediately launched crossbows and stones from the small fortresses on the high slopes on both sides of the river mouth. From the beginning to the end, Laresa only saw three or two ironborn marauders with their heads slightly exposed on the deck, and the rest were still there. He was buried at the bottom of the river before he was seen.
"I'm afraid that old guy Ambrose has mixed feelings," Dr. Marwin said, holding on to his awkward-looking nose. His nose was broken once many years ago, and was broken several times in the following ten years. "I'm afraid that Anatomy is not afraid of running out of corpse materials these days. The group of cowards in Whispering Bay don't dare to enter, but I'm afraid it will take several days to salvage all the Ironborn corpses floating in the Mead River. Laresa, I think you have a sense of key. If you are interested, hurry up and drag a few over before the war reaches the interior of the old town.”
'I'm only interested in history and mysticism,' Laresa shook her head and added: 'I'm only interested in the present, not the past, and I can't guess the future.'
Dr. Marwin heard this as if he had heard a joke that he had not heard for hundreds of years. He held his head in his hands and laughed, pointing at himself while laughing, "You little brat, you are getting more and more pedantic!" You really shouldn’t be allowed to hang around with other doctors and pick up too many bad habits in the city. Haha, when it’s time to use your true skills, do you still dare to take risks with me?”
"For the sake of truth, of course." Laresa did not deny the sarcasm in Marwin's words, and took out the doctor's unfinished thesis from the drawer. "Do you really dare to publish this in the city? Under Hightower's eyes. Bottom?”
Suddenly, Marwin's neck turned red, and it was probably still very hot to the touch. He grabbed the paper and muttered: "Don't think that I am an old man and those people who only talk about practical skills without asking about true knowledge. Essentially, the Doctor is the same as the Maester. I never think Hightower and the Citadel can be separated."
"Dragon Scourge," Laresa read out the key words, his agate eyes flickering over the pile of papers in Marwin's hand from time to time, "You want to write a paper that has no evidence and is all speculation?"
"So if you don't send it, you won't send it. The group of bachelors who reviewed it are not learned people." Marwin touched his slate-like hard chin and seemed to have thought about it, "Yes!" He knocked Knocking his hands, "It's just a group."
"Aren't you one of them?" Laresa said without mercy, "I saw Pet buying you a drink a few days ago."
"Pate?" Marwin was dumbfounded, "Which Pate, oh ~ that apprentice who wants to get the astronomy necklace, is so stupid, he didn't know where he got the news that I was the question maker, so he wanted to come Bribe me, hahahaha!”
Laresa shook her head, "They're all the same." He stretched out his legs and hooked the legs of the stool, then sat back. "So," he asked, "Have you found any results in your investigation of the dragon disaster? What about the relationship between Zhenhe Academy and Hightower? ”
Marwin sighed, "It's just a guess. There's no way to tell whether it's true or not."
"My guess is bolder than yours," Laresa said. "The Hightower family has too many secrets, and the organization under his protection is like a knight shrouded in the shadow of a tower, unable to protect itself."
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Marwen didn't answer. He pursed his lips and looked at Laresa, "I'm going to Harrenhal soon." There was no surprise in Laresa's eyes. "Looking for the Children of the Forest?" She asked knowingly.
Dr. Marwin nodded. He took out a few more sour grass leaves from the iron box and stuffed them into his mouth. He chewed them again and again. "Have you seen those paintings in the art exhibition in Old Town? Attis Arryn and the Forest." The son shook hands and made peace, and continued to fulfill the old oath. With the seven gods above, I must go to see the world, otherwise I will be ashamed to wear this occult necklace.”
"In addition," the doctor lowered his eyes and looked at his masterpiece, "I also need to verify some things"
Laresa suddenly said, "Hurry up!" The voice was clear and like a female voice.
Hearing that his voice suddenly changed from the magnetic voice filtered by the smoke to this, Marwin didn't react for a while and just said: "What? I didn't hear clearly."
"You have to hurry up," Laresa regained her voice, "I think this old town will be in flames soon." His face, as dark as teak wood, faced the thin twilight outside the window, and a sense of mystery came over him. On Marwin's chest, he always felt that this child was much more powerful than he looked.
Although he is already very powerful, he is still like a mystery, just like his mysterious life experience - Dorne's father, and his mother in the Summer Islands. Apart from this, Laresa has not revealed anything more.
"The dragon has been resurrected and the glass candle has been lit. That's almost it. Even if the Hightower family wants to hide something, they can't." Laresa murmured.
Hearing this, it was like he was telling a riddle. It was the same as the tone he used when he spoke before, except that Laresa was used to telling riddles that no one could solve, and the answer could only wait for time to come.
What a Sphinx, Marwin thought.
Harrenhal, under the thickest one of the five fingers, which is the bottom of the Tower of Terror, is surrounded by a low wall. The huge heart tree is located in it. The traces left by Prince Daemon are still there, and even There are no traces of old age.
Dozens of children of the forest were sitting around. In the middle was a pool of blood, covering the soft soil, wrapping the roots of the Heart Tree along the gaps.
The sky-blue dragon egg was placed next to the heart tree, with blood flowing over it.
"Kings, priests, pregnant women, the blood and flesh of countless people", the children of the forest led by tears in their eyes, "This is the price of magic."
"It's everywhere here," the children of the forest sitting cross-legged said, looking around with fear. Harrenhal was surrounded by a pile of black walls and dark tiles that looked like ghosts inhabiting them, like countless humiliated people. souls staring at them.
Looking at the figures of the children of the forest in the godswood, Melisandre stood behind a window in the tower. Originally there was no window here, but the craftsmen of Attis repaired it. The glass was translucent, and she watched quietly with her eyes. "That's enough," she said.
"What's next," said the Son of the Forest, "I can't do it, I can't bear to do it." He cried as he spoke.
The blue robe stepped forward and replaced the son of the forest. He held a torch in his hand and threw it towards the blood pool and towards the heart tree.
The fire spreads, and the heart tree weeps with blood.
The dragon egg is stable in it, and the azure blue twists and turns like a needle-spreading dragon lin.
(End of chapter)