The news that the illegitimate son of the Horror Fort fell into a coma outside Winterfell quickly spread throughout Winterfell. With the help of the Stark family's "selfless" help, he quickly received treatment.

However, looking at his red and blood-filled area, the senior scholar Luwen couldn't help but make trouble.

No matter how he healed, a certain limb of the illegitimate child could not feel any touch at all, and seemed to have completely lost control of this part.

But the sequelae caused him to suffer.

You cannot feel a certain organ, and your urine must be held in your bladder and cannot be released. Unless he never drinks water, there is no way to avoid this pain.

"He won't be suffocated to death by urine, right?"

Watching the young man who drank poppy milk and fell asleep, the boy who served as an assistant asked in a low voice.

"Do your job well!"

Bachelor Luwen scolded him, but looked at the sleeping illegitimate child on the long table, his eyes were filled with pity.

It is impossible to be suffocated to death. Even if you are unconscious, it does not mean that you have completely lost this part. Therefore, its function is still in normal use.

It's just that it can't be used by the owner on its own initiative.

In other words, he can unconsciously relieve his sleep during his drowsiness, or collapse after being held to the extreme.

However, what this means, I can even know if I think about it.

The best way is to "find a different approach".

Just like the castration technique that is popular in some cities in the Free City-State, Bachelor Luwen has been exposed to this technique in the School City before, and the technique is not very difficult.

But he has never used it, and he doesn't know whether it will succeed.

What's more, even if he can do it, the Bortons will allow him to do it?

It is miserable for an illegitimate child to become the only heir, but if the illegitimate child becomes a eunuch?

Although this situation is no different from a eunuch, let alone having children, it is not even possible to take care of yourself normally.

"Maybe he offended a big man in the city." Murmuring, Bachelor Luwen sighed. "But if it is true, I have no choice in the face of such power."

When an illegitimate child encounters this situation, people naturally suspect that it was done by a certain "person".

This time, it was actually nothing, but last time the illegitimate child swears that they were chased by a dead bone.

The people of the Mandalay family also claimed to have shot a dead bone with a bow and arrow.

People have to doubt that the only capable existence who has done these things.

But when the Charles were in the king's land at that time, how could they suddenly appear in the north?

Everything seemed to be filled with fog, unpredictable.

But even if that's true, no one dares to say anything.

...

"In the past, I only saved newly injured people. For this kind of injury that lasted too long, I can't guarantee whether it will succeed."

Outside the bedroom, facing the red-haired Caitlin with a look of anticipation, Charles warned her.

"So my wife would better not have any hope."

"If you can't even save him, you can only blame Bran for being so lucky." Caitlin said in a cold voice, with a little persistence on her face, "But I believe Bran will not have such a fate! His future should be on the back of a horse, not a bed!"

He is indeed not like this fate.

Charles thought to himself, but it was not easy to explain this kind of thing, so he just nodded and then walked into the room.

A man with a tying body had collapsed at the end of the bed. This was a prisoner that Shire didn't know. Mrs. Stark had "chosen carefully" for a long time.

As a "patient", Bran was lying on his soft big bed covered with bear skin, revealing his slightly tangled twisted spine on his back.

"Sir, are you here to save me?" He looked up at the visitor. The little boy was full of expectations for Charles. Under the influence of his mother's eyes, he was much more confident in Charles than the person involved.

"Just call me Colinston." Charles smiled at him, then looked down at the wound on his back.

This obviously broke the spine. Under the simplicity of the Middle Ages, I really don’t know how I survived.

The reason for the three-eyed crow?

"Mom said she had to be respectful, otherwise she would be rude." The boy said rudely.

"Then I'll forgive you for your rudeness," said Charles, coming to the prisoner.

This person was knocked unconscious very humanely, but this cover has no substantial effect at all.

That is, the difference between being tortured with blindfolded eyes and being tortured with open eyes.

Thinking of it, Charle squatted on the ground, covering the prisoner's head with his hands.

Although one hand can launch spells, both hands are naturally faster, so Charles "carved" all his hands with inscriptions.

Bran stared curiously at the place where his hands were in contact with the prisoner, staring at the prisoner selected by the mother in front of him. Amid the low and trivial spell, he saw that the other party's body was constantly sluggish and thin. Finally, his face was pale as if he had a serious illness, and his body became skinny and he couldn't help but breathe heavily in a coma.

However, to the boy's surprise, he did not become a mummy, nor did he become an old man. It was obvious that he still had the characteristics of life, but he was too weak.

"They said you have to have life to make sacrifices for casting spells."

"Just rumour." Charles answered without blinking, then stood up, and under the boy's nervous and expectant gaze, his hands, with green air flowing, covered the bulge of his back.

The green cover then merged into it, and the boy couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan.

However, Charles just frowned.

If he could be treated, the bulge in front of him would definitely be smoothed, but now it still seems the same as before.

The power of life made the boy feel energetic. The unhealthy color caused by his long-term bedridden skin has been cured a lot, but his most important injury showed no sign of improvement!

My guess is correct.

Shire sighed inwardly.

This energy can only be cured, but cannot be corrected. There is no way to deal with some misalignment and long-term injuries that are complicated.

"How about it?"

"Sorry." Charles shook his head.

Bran's face flashed with disappointment, but he barely smiled, "It's okay, my mother has told me in advance, maybe I can only live with a disabled life."

"Your end is not in bed." Charles couldn't help but say, but under the boy's curious gaze, he didn't say much.

"Good luck."

Nodded at him, Charles then turned and left.

Outside the door, seeing Charles walk out, Caitlin hurriedly asked, "How is it?"

The same words as the son are destined to be the same reply as the son receives.

So her face turned pale.

Unlike Stark, she believes in the Seven Gods. Although she does not regard Charles as a real god, she is basically almost the same. After all, this man not only saved her husband in a dead end, but also made her old father rejuvenate her. Her methods are amazing.

But now, can even this existence with divine means be able to save her son?

Wouldn't that meant that Bran really could only lie in bed for the rest of his life?

Thinking of this, she could no longer maintain her strength on her appearance, and her expression became obviously weakened.

Although Caitlin had said before that she would be mentally prepared, she still couldn't remain calm in the face of real facts.

Shire did not express any comfort in this regard, and no one needed to say anything more to such a thing.

So he walked out the door.

Looking at the vague hazy mountains north of the castle, I began to think about my plans in my mind.

Having solved the problem of Deep Lin Fort, the army would probably not be able to return soon. At that time, Shire should also talk to Stark about some situations north of the Great Wall of Desperate.

Saving people, drowning gods, illegitimate sons... all this is just a casual task. The most important thing at the moment is the so-called reality of the world.

Contact it and open a new shuttle door.

Will that be the road to the earth? Charles didn't know, but he felt that there should be a certain chance...

While thinking, a faint sound suddenly came from my ears.

Pray?

Charles was used to this, and now in broad daylight, he did not intend to respond.

But when he heard the prayer clearly, he changed his mind.

He quickly walked back to his bedroom, then closed his eyes and began to travel in spirit.

...

In the dark world, the golden flames burned out, and everything in front of you has changed drastically.

At the foot was a fat man with wide shoulders in black. At this moment, he was hiding under the corner of the rock and tremblingly praying. After glanced at him, Charle ignored him and looked around.

Surrounded by a camp at the top of the mountain, surrounded by ancient and low walls, spiked wooden stakes spread outside the walls, and the goose feathers fell heavily in snow, and the torch light seemed extremely faint here.

The surrounding temperature is very low. Although Charles cannot feel the temperature in this state, he can still determine this when he sees the snowy surrounding him and the climate at this time.

Looking up at the sky, it was as gloomy as if under the dark sky, scattered and dense snow was coming to my face.

The heavy snow may look as white as feathers to others, but at this moment, it looked a little black in his eyes.

The prompt of the Eye of True floated past the eyes.
Chapter completed!