In the dark basement, a man and a woman stood in the corner, staring at the man tied to a wooden stake in front of her and chatted in a low voice. Under the dim kerosene light, they dragged their shadows to the wall, twisting and spreading into a long and long life.

"You need to torture him hard, make him become a resentful spirit after death, and make him full of resentment towards you and the world. The more you are, the better, the more it has, the stronger its power."

"Then, recite that spell, and the vengeful spirit will kill anyone you want to kill, whether civilians or nobles. Of course, the premise is that you have targeted hair or personal belongings."

"But this spell has a crucial point..."

Listening patiently to her lover's explanation without any emotion, the green eyes quietly stared at the middle-aged gentleman in front of her who was knocked out. The woman said with a little sadness: "Will we suffer retribution if we do this?"

"Retribution? Do you say church?" After seeing the woman nodding, the man burst into laughter.

"Believe my dear, the church is not as strong as you think. They have been restrained by the colonies and the old continents and cannot control the overall situation."

“And, when our plan is completed, the church will not be worth worrying about…”

...

The clear dream became more hazy and blurry as the light in the early morning light was brighter, and eventually slowly dissipated.

The ignorant thoughts went from deep to clear, the sleepiness was restrained, and the senses of the surrounding world became more and more sensitive. The faint fragrance of the daffodils on the bed covered the soft velvet quilt on the body, and the remaining burning smell of firewood after the fireplace burned not far away. Everything quietly emerged in the heart, stirring and driving away the sleepiness that was unwilling to go away.

Finally, Charles slowly opened his eyes and saw a ceiling carved with murals of gods, full of medieval world style.

"These are these two again?"

Looking at the sky for a long time, his mind gradually became active. He lay on the bed thinking about the dream last night, and Shir felt thoughtful.

"I can't dream of them one after another. What's the matter?"

Because he didn't notice something that had happened before, Shire was very puzzled by the current situation.

"If there is an abnormality, the Eye of True Knowledge should have a prompt, then... is it really accident?"

"But why is the spell in the dream so clear?"

With a confused mind, Charle got out of bed absent-mindedly, dressed and washed. After dealing with the trivial matters, he came to the window and watched the situation of the castle outside the Prime Minister's Tower, but he was still thinking about his dream in his mind.

Every time he dreamed during this period, he would dream of the man and woman, chatting, intimate, walking, and rolling on the sheets...

At first, Charles thought that he might have been in the "estrus period", so he always dreamed of such a scene of showing off. However, as the number of times increased, he finally felt something was wrong.

"Something must have happened that I didn't know."

Turning his head and staring at himself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, Charles was secretly sure.

It would be fine if the boring scenes in the past, but now I dreamed of the undead spell?

And he was not the kind of spell that was made up randomly. He could clearly remember the secret texts contained in them, the steps required, and every key point.

If this was really accidental, Charles would begin to wonder when he was so powerful that he could "create his own spell".

"It's a pity that this spell is too cruel and there is no way to experiment." Recalling the spell called the Death Curse of the Resentful Spirit in his mind, Charles secretly felt a little regretful, but he didn't get too entangled in it.

And the dream could not understand, and he threw this question away in a blink of an eye.

So he began to tidy up some messy traces left last night in the room.

But don't get me wrong, this is not a carnival, but a conversation and discussion between a few old men and a half-grown boy.

Malwin, a doctor from Xuecheng, was born into a poor family in the old town since childhood, but he was very lucky. He was valued by a Xuecheng bachelor since childhood and was taken by him as a servant, which also gave him the capital and channels to climb up.

This is not the point, the point is that this old doctor named Malwin is very knowledgeable about the magic of this world.

He claimed to have traveled all over the world, from the local Westeros, to the opposite side of the narrow sea, to the more distant Sothros, and the unknown places of the known world.

Blood magic, divination, curse... Another land of shadows on the continent is said to still be full of supernatural forces.

The clouds and mist ruins left after the mysterious destruction of the legendary Valyrian Dynasty, the ice dragon that covers the sky and the sun in the legendary legend of the extreme north, the mysterious golden dynasty, and a group of strange male witches and immortals who seem to be immortal...

When talking to him, Charles opened his eyes. He originally thought that the magic of this world had basically disappeared, but he didn't expect that there were so many secret things.

"But in Westeros, the magic traces have indeed disappeared for countless years. It has to be said that it is a miracle that you can show this power again."

Dr. Marwin was puzzled by this, but Charles did not mean to explain it to him.

After so long of exploration, he had already guessed that he could cast spells here. The magic power here was not visible, but it was not without it. It just became more secret, weaker, and more difficult to communicate.

But the same thing is true, can human-powered trucks compare to diesel engines?

The Charles, who can use spiritual chanting, is the engine.

To make a very appropriate analogy, these local people who are studying magic are sweating profuses in the old society. They have worked hard but can't make much money, while Charles is leisurely driving his own mobile tricycle.

Whether in terms of operation or difficulty, the two are incomparable.

"But it seems that there are signs of magical revival in this world?"

Thinking about what he heard last night, Charles suddenly thought of something again.

"As old, this person has all kinds of illnesses. I have been feeling unwell recently and am preparing to return to my hometown to recuperate for a while. Dr. Marwin came by coincidence, just as I took my position and task in King's Landing." The trembling words of Grand Secretary Paichel emerged in my heart, and at the same time there were another person's words.

"This old sheep doesn't look sick. I've even seen him visit a brothel in Junling before."

The old man Koben's contemptuous whisper flashed through his mind, but Charles felt even worse about this person, so he didn't pay much attention to him.

Shire didn't think about it carefully at the time, but when he looked back, he vaguely felt that the Grand Secretary might be lying.

"Escape from war? Or?"

This seemed to be just a small episode, and Charles started a new day's spell training without thinking about it carefully.

At this time, he had almost learned the magic in his notebook, and even the black wizard, the dreamer, was so scared that even the black wizard, saw it, and the idea of ​​practicing was even less.

But this does not mean that he has nothing to do at this time.

I haven't learned the secret text I exchanged for Dragon Crystal yet, and he plans to focus on this during this period.

"It's just that scepter is really confusing."

While he opened the booklet and kept writing, Charles was still thinking about an item he had obtained by "accidentally".

Compared to practicing the flame protection secret text that seemed useless to practice his subordinates, he was even more curious about what the scepter he got from the tomb next to the dragon cave.

Unfortunately, after studying, I have not found any useful ability.

However, every time I hold it in my hand, I can hear different sounds, including men and women, old and young.

What a magical thing, the source of this sound is not just Jun Lin

In the old town, Dorn, the valley bottom, and even to the north, the things used the Seven Gods believers, as if they were connecting the entire Westeros continent.

But apart from hearing prayers, he could not use this ability to get any help, and what's the use of listening to prayers alone?

"Eavesdropping" on the various little secrets revealed by the true feelings of believers when they confess?

It’s quite interesting to listen to this kind of thing occasionally, but it feels annoying if you listen too much.

"So that is really a church artifact? It is full of light or the power of faith? You can hear the prayers of the Seven Gods believers, but I, the dark wizard?"

"How could this kind of thing actually run into the hands of a dark wizard?"

This incident is a bit ridiculous, but it seems that it makes sense to think about your ghost mask...

It's just that it's funny, but my confusion about that thing remains undiminished.

For example, the attraction that led him to an old monk, the mysterious sound he had encountered, the special ability to confess his sins when he was in the dragon's cave, the seven-pointed star that appeared on his palm, and the various sneaky situations that occurred when he recited the spell of the deceased...

Countless questions are worthy of exploration, but after searching through the books of the Red Castle Church, he did not find any records related to this scepter.

"Is there really no history? Or is there no historical record, or there is a record but I haven't found it?"

Just as Charles was thinking about it, a loud sound of horns suddenly came from outside the castle. The sound was loud but a little hasty. Charles quickly got up and went to the window, looked up and couldn't help but look stunned.

Standing among the towering spire, looking from a distance, a black "long line" came into view at the hazy horizon outside the city

As time goes by, the long line gradually expands and eventually turns into dense black shadows.

Some features also faintly enter the sight.
Chapter completed!