"Ghost grass, night shadow tree leaves, stone lizard tail, aconite grass, sweet sleeping flowers, black lotus root..."

...

As he muttered the names of various items on the paper, Gillen couldn't help but look at the "young man" in front of him: "Sir, there are many of the materials you need in Westeros."

Gilen, who was born in the shoemaker family, was one of the few literate people among the five hundred private soldiers, so Charles was willing to ask him to do anything.

"Look for it slowly, don't worry." The other party replied. "You can focus on contacting the bachelor's of each castle. Maybe they will have a lot of materials."

"Okay." Gillen nodded and replied, then thought for a while, and couldn't help but say again: "Can I negotiate with that Lannister?"

"Lannister?" Shire raised his eyebrows.

Gillen hurriedly said: "In your name, he just told us that if someone seeks help comes, he will have to pay a certain price, so we need our assistance. I am just about to ask you for instructions."

That guy has just left for a while, but he is moving very fast?

Charles was secretly surprised, but he had agreed to this matter before, so he nodded without hesitation.

"Can."

...

The short man from the Lannister family believed that Shire's ability was a very huge "resource", and it was a waste to give it for nothing, so after obtaining Shire's consent, he couldn't wait to put forward this point.

After thinking for a while, Charles did not refuse. Although there was nothing he particularly wanted in this world, there were actually still needs.

For example, gold, rare treasures, and various materials needed now.

It would be very difficult for him to collect these things by himself, but if the entire northern border came to collect them for him, it would be much less difficult.

So Charles finally agreed to his proposal.

Anyway, the other party volunteered and didn't need to worry about it, so why not do it?

Watching the guards leave, Charu looked at the remaining patterns on the desk again.

Several eye-shaped lines pattern.

Eye of Destiny, this is the name of these lines, or the simple magic circle.

Its function is to create hallucinations, just like the kind of hallucinations Daenerys saw.

It’s not much to just hallucinate, because it’s difficult to arrange this thing and requires various materials to help Shire, which is not very helpful.

But if I remember correctly, Daenerys's hallucinations seemed to have touched the memories in her mind.

So is it said that if it can take effect, Charles can also be reeled from memory?

His memory is nothing, but his memory...

The content recorded in the book related to dream weaving is particularly difficult, and he is even completely confused about many things and does not have enough knowledge reserves. He probably will not be able to practice it for a while.

So in order to find a way to advance as soon as possible, he had to think of other ways, and it was one now.

In fact, this is not impossible.

“Just try.”

Murmuring, Charles then left the room.

Personal strength is very important, but it is equally important to the White Walker south of the Great Wall.

That thing is very strong, and can bring the long night and countless corpses to resurrect, forming a difficult army of undead.

But it said weak words but it was also very weak - the White Walker was stabbed to death by a dagger by a timid fat man, which was a bit funny to say.

The White Walker's power is very confusing, and Shire is also very curious about its true origin and ability.

So while there is nothing wrong, he is going to find information about this.

He originally planned to look for it when he first came here, but he didn't go because of Daenerys' call.

Now that I have processed the harvest, I have nothing to do with it, so I just go and check the information.

And what information about White Walkers is richer than the libraries here?

...

Unfortunately, he took this a little for granted.

After coming to the dark basement called the library, which is actually the same as the cellar, he didn't see any information about the White Walkers, or even many books.

There are only some Rangers' notes and diaries, which seem to be very difficult and mostly unsystematic.

"There are very few people who read the night watchmen."

The blind scholar Yimon explained tremblingly by the servants: "If you have the opportunity, you can go to the old town, which is the most complete place in Westeros collection."

This is a bachelor who was sent by Xuecheng to serve the Great Wall. He has been serving here for decades and is the most respected existence in Black Castle.

The old man is over 100 years old. To be honest, I feel a little embarrassed to bother with Charles, but no one knows about this place except him.

"That's probably going to wait a while." Shire replied in the face of the old bachelor's words. But suddenly thought of something in secret.

Using the ability to respond to calls given by the scepter, he can travel anywhere, valley, western border, Dorn, king's lord, and even outside the continent of Westeros.

But why did he never hear the prayer sounds of the entire Seven Gods of Westeros, the place called the Old Town, that place?

"This shouldn't be."

He didn't mention this matter today, and before he could think about it carefully, he felt something abnormal was happening after thinking about it.

Unfortunately, no one seems to be able to explain this problem except for exploring it yourself.

After all, no one can know about "God". Charles even thought that the whole of Westeros, only the three-eyed crow and the inexplicable God of Flooding, knew something.

The woman in red robe may not know that she was a fake god who was a fake god all day long, but she never said what kind of fake god method she was.

With doubts in mind, he thanked the old scholar and left, preparing to return to the bedroom.

However, when he returned there, something unexpected happened in front of him.

The crowd surrounded his room door. Looking around, the door was open and the chaotic sounds inside the room sounded, accompanied by vomiting and shrill screams, which quickly attracted everyone's attention.

The stench filled it, and Charles vaguely guessed something, so he walked forward and said, "What's going on?"

"Big, sir." The gray-clothed guard from the Horror Fort said stutteringly: "They climbed into the window, not the main entrance!"

He seemed to be "clearing off the charge" and had no idea about the current situation.

But he didn't need to say anything more, everything in front of him was very obvious.

When he walked into the room, he saw a pool of human-shaped rotten meat sank in front of his bookshelf. He was wearing a night watchman's black robe. His face was completely ulcerated and soft, his eyes were much sunken. His whole body seemed to be boneless, and his whole body was ulcerated and filled with maggots looked particularly terrifying.

Scan the hand, sure enough, a book was being held there

"Sorry, we didn't guard the door." A guard whispered, his voice full of panic.

"It's okay, these people are more familiar with this place than you." Shire replied, then looked at another screaming man.

Unlike his companions, this person was much lucky, but his gray eyes, which had no eyes, silently told his experience.

At this time, he was being overwhelmed by two skinned guards on the stone wall, crying and shouting in the face of violence.

"Please let me go, please let me go, I will never dare again, I will never dare again!"

"grown ups……"

"It's no help, take him away." Charles replied, so the guards pulled him away without caring about the other party's crying.

Obviously, these two people were very curious about the wizard's secrets, so they came to steal the book with the courage to do so, but ended up being cursed in the book.

In this regard, Charles can only say that he deserves it.

He kept these books here with confidence, not just because others couldn't understand them.

In a sense, these books are much more dangerous than him.

Shaking his head, seeing that the room was quickly cleaned up by the guards, he threw this matter away from the room in a blink of an eye, walked out of the room, raised his eyebrows, and the two books on the ground floated back to the bookshelf. Under the awe-inspiring gaze of the guards, the door of the room also "automatically" closed.

Then Charles was about to leave here and waited for the stench around to dissipate before coming back, but suddenly a loud bell sounded from outside.

An escort heard the sound and ran out of the tower to inquire about the situation. Not long after, he hurried back with a slightly solemn expression.

"Sir, it's a savage attack."

"Savage?" Charles thought to himself and asked, "How many?"
Chapter completed!