The hunting dog's plan to exchange for gnomes for money is destined to fail. After all, there is nothing more living people in the camp in a short time, so how can it not be discovered after a long time?

In fact, within an hour, the dizzy Tyrion was "invited" by Ed Stark.

What they would say was self-evident. Charles was not involved. After watching the soldiers locked the hunting dog back into the wooden stake, he returned to his tent to think.

If the dwarf is right, wildfires can even ignite water, then what else does the entire King's Landing not ignite?

I kept thinking about this question, thinking of Junlin, thinking of those familiar or unfamiliar faces, thinking of the dirty cheeks that were reluctant and even desperate when I left, thinking of the number of people in the entire Junlin, which was no less than 500,000.

The scepter held in his hand suddenly trembled.

A strong sense of responsibility emerged in my heart.

"I'm obliged to save them?"

“Yes, I have an obligation.”

"I have to save them!"

“…”

Under this sense of responsibility, impulsive thoughts emerged one after another. Shir looked down at the wooden scepter in his hand and threw the thing aside, so the feeling disappeared.

But that real feeling still upset him.

"Stark will definitely send someone, but maybe it's too late."

"I arrived in the northern border for no reason the day before yesterday, and if I enter that state, can I reach King's Landing instantly?"

“How to enter?”

"What should I do if I can?"

"How to save it?"

These are all questions that need to be considered, instead of just patting your butt, you can start doing it.

"But fantasy is useless."

Thinking of this, he made up his mind and sat on the bed, he grabbed the scepter in his hand again, and forced himself to fall asleep.

Maybe he was "very anxious". He had clearly experimented last night but found nothing. Now Charle was in a daze and had not really fallen asleep, and he felt the hazy darkness around him suddenly became clear.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the situation around him had become what he encountered that day.

"You are indeed conscious." Looking down at the ordinary wooden scepter, Charles whispered: "But it may be the same as an idiot."

The scepter trembled as a result.

"A great idiot."

So the jitter stopped.

Charles was very curious about what was inside this thing, is it a real soul? Or is it the so-called weapon spirit?

Or is it a spiritual nature formed naturally under countless prayers?

This question is like all other problems of the Scepter, which needs to be explored slowly, and it is not the time to think about this now.

So he raised his eyes and looked towards Junlin.

The greenness faintly appeared above the city was originally confused, but now it seems that it looks like it is in the shape of a flame.

Green flame!

Wildfires are not pure mortal flames.

Charles came to this conclusion. He stared at the direction of King Landing, thinking about how to solve the crisis, but gradually, a faint voice of prayer emerged in his heart.

"Pray the gods in heaven to save my wife, she..."

Prayer?

The prayer of King's Landing?

Same as last time?

That's now!

The golden flames ignited out of thin air, and Charles came to a dirty street in the blink of an eye.

Under the dim sky, the dirt streets filled with garbage were dim in the moonlight. The various "dead people" sitting on both sides of the street ignored the arrival of Charles and whispered themselves, as if they were eternal.

Not far away was an old man leaning tremblingly against the door frame. He was now holding his hands together, looking up at the sky and muttering to himself.

Charles stepped close to him, then looked through the gap at the door and found that his old wife was lying on the hard bed in the house and fell into a coma, with no children around him.

high fever?

Walking into the house, looking at the old woman in front of her, and then looking at the old back at the door. Charles swept his scepter, and a milky white light shone on the old woman. Her tight face was soothing as visible to the naked eye.

"Good luck."

Charle whispered his blessing, then stepped towards the wall in front of him. It seemed like a ripple, and he walked from the house to an alley.

The surrounding environment looks familiar. After a moment of looking, he found that this was a street in a flea nest, and he often passed by a while ago.

So Charles made a lot of mistakes and finally came to the gate of an extremely familiar house.

Through the wall, walk through the yard, and then enter the bedroom.

The figures of gray robes sleeping in harmony came into view.

Young, old, familiar, strange.

In a room, he saw the leader of them. The old man was now hunched over on the hard bed and fell asleep. He occasionally coughed a few times unconsciously, as if he was infected with the cold.

Shire didn't think of going up to say hello, and he seemed unable to say hello in his condition. After a few glances, he walked out of the room and came to the yard.

“What should I do?”

He couldn't help but look at the Staff of Authority in his hand.

Returning to this city is not to "remind the past". The existence of wildfires makes Charles wary of the surroundings, and there is always an urgent emotion in his heart.

What do I need to do?

Thinking about this question, the colorful light emerged. Seeing this, Charles thought of everything he encountered last time, so he slowly spit out a few syllables:

“Protect the city from fires.”

The light flashed, but there was no response.

“Protect the flour street?”

"Protect flea nests?"

“Protect this yard?”

...

“A lot of fire extinguishers?”

...

"Transfer all wildfires!"

...

"Kill the ignition?"

...

"Find the place where the wildfire hides!"

...

"Change this into the sea?"

...

...

The light flashed one after another, but there was no reaction at all, so the target in his mouth continued to shrink. However, the facts proved that the scepter's ability was much lower than he expected.

"Dragon Crystal."

The light flashed, but it still didn't respond.

"Fire Protection Secret."

Still no response.

This made his brow frown even deeper.

After thinking for a moment, he said again: "Blank paper!"

The colorful flashed, and finally, a thin piece of paper floated down from the top of his head. Charles reached out and grabbed it in his hand.

"pen."

No effect.

"Quille!"
To be continued...