A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

In the high, deep and empty hall, a gray-haired old man wearing a gray bachelor's robe spoke softly, sounding like a kind old grandfather, which made people relax unconsciously.

"The climate on the island has always been very humid, and since it is summer, human body fluids will become very viscous, so illness often lasts for a long time, and there is the possibility of more mutations. This is mainly in certain places. It is due to excess body fluids. As we all know, excess or insufficient body fluids can cause the birth of diseases, so when I treat Frick, my main method is to make adjustments to this, and after my treatment these days..."

These words of professional knowledge made the former acting city lord Andrew, who was standing under the lord's chair, quite profound, but he also admired the knowledge of this bachelor of Kans.

However, everything he said sounded like lies to Renly.

His unique psychic moment talent allows him to feel the various emotions emanating from the other person when he communicates face to face, or when someone specifically talks to him. This feeling is not very clear, and he can only vaguely distinguish some. General - Angry, sad, sincere, or false.

At this moment, Renly felt that the kind-faced and slightly hunchbacked old man in front of him was actually completely lying.

The medical knowledge he claimed about this era cannot be a lie, so where did he lie?

Renly could easily guess that he didn't go to treat the so-called Flick at all, but went to do other things.

At the same time, Renly also felt this falseness when the Maester Kansi introduced himself, so he initially judged that the old maester who had been corresponding with him for nearly ten years was actually not simple.

Thinking about this, Renly, who was sitting on the stone lord's chair and seemed to be listening quietly, suddenly asked: "Is the maester very proficient in medical skills?"

"When I was studying in the old town, I specialized in medicine." Maester Kans replied, but as if he was afraid that Renly would misunderstand, he added: "I also know something about metallurgy and mysticism, and I am also proficient in ravenology. , but what I’m best at is medical skills.”

"I heard that maesters can judge whether a person is sick or not by holding their wrists?" Renly pretended to be curious and asked, "Is this true?"

"It is true that some abnormalities in the human body can be discovered by feeling the beating rhythm of the pulse, but that requires profound knowledge of music theory, which I don't have much experience with."

Maester Kans replied like this, Renly heard the words and claimed that he wanted to experience it, so the kind-hearted old maester stepped forward and held his wrist without any precaution.

But then, Renly grabbed his arm in reverse!

"Sir, what are you doing?" Maester Kansi was quite surprised by this, or he could not imagine that Renly would be able to discover his lie. However, at this time, Renly had no intention of explaining. Instead, he changed his previous kindness and said, Squeezing the old man's skinny arm, a sneer appeared on his face.

"Old Town has a very formal process for allocating maesters, and it will also be registered in King's Landing. I don't doubt that Maester Kans really exists, but I guess his existence is in the past, right?"

This sudden statement sounded a bit inexplicable. At least Andrew, the third party in the hall, did not understand what Renly was talking about at all, but the face of the person involved changed because of this.

"What do you mean by this, Your Majesty the Duke?"

Renly did not answer his question, but turned his gaze to the middle-aged man not far away.

"Andrew, you go down first. I want to talk to Bachelor Kans alone."

The former acting city lord of Dragonstone Island was quite curious about this, but he still nodded after hearing Renly's words, and then walked out of the hall.

So only Renly and the old maester whose arm he grabbed were left.

"Did you kill him?" Renly asked then.

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"Before you came to Dragonstone to take office?"

"Please let go of my hand first, sir. You are too strong. If anything happens, we can-"

"Why are you doing this?"

"With all due respect, my lord, you—"

"Are you exiled?"

…

The questions were asked in a rapid pace, and it was obvious that there were some misunderstandings. However, when Renly finished his last sentence, the old man who had remained calm on his face trembled all over, and then stared at Renly with horror, his lips He opened and closed his mouth and wanted to speak, but he shivered and didn't say a single word.

"You were exiled from the academy, you killed the real Maester Kans, and you came to Dragonstone in his place. You..."

Looking at the kind-hearted old man in front of him, Renly was also quite surprised.

Judging from the appearance alone, no one could imagine that this person with such a kind temperament could be so vicious. However, the feedback from the psychic moment clearly told Renly that all this was true.

If it were just from a distance, Renly could only feel hazy emotions, but when he can touch the target, Renly can actively conduct his "thoughts" into the opponent's body. Then connect with the other person's mind.

In this state, not only can he feel everything the other person feels, but he can also read the thoughts that emerge in the other person's mind!

He had used this method when questioning the red-robed monk in Jiao Ling, and it was the same method now.

This method is obviously very frightening. At least the old man, who should have a strong psychological quality, is now frightened like a little girl who has seen a ghost. His skinny body can't stop shaking continuously, and his face is pale and terrified.

"Is your purpose just to replace him?"

"I--"

"Why were you exiled? Because you studied dead bodies?"

"You--"

"What's your name?"

"Qyburn! Qyburn--!"

As if he couldn't bear it anymore, the old man in the gray wool robe screamed and struggled violently. Seeing this, Renly's wrist loosened, so he staggered back involuntarily, and finally fell on the black stone steps below with a plop.

"Qyburn?" Renly was a little surprised.

"That's right, Qyburn!" The old man who rolled down the stairs stared at him in horror, completely ignoring the severe pain caused by his fall.

"My name is Coben, yes, my name is Coben, not Kans! Not Kans, stop talking - you - what did you do? Magic? Is this magic!?"

The first half of his sentence was full of tremors, but the second half seemed to stabilize his mind, and his face showed a hint of enthusiasm.

"Is it magic? You used magic!?"

Ren Li, who was sitting on the lord's chair, did not answer his question, but stared at the old man who collapsed on the ground not far away, feeling like he had suddenly won a prize.

At first, he thought that this person might be a disguised existence like the Faceless Man, so he used a trick to hold him tightly, and then a series of forced questions made him realize that this person was an imposter.

However, at the end of the questioning, he suddenly asked such a name.

Coben?

To say that Ren Li's impression of the drama in his previous life was generally vague, but he really couldn't forget this name, because - in the final duel between the two sides of that drama, this old man named Coben was completely a plug-in for one of the parties!

Think carefully, what exactly is this person?

The Hand of the King, the head of intelligence, the necromancer, the great scientist... He can not only make plans to stabilize the country, but also invent and research to create a dragon-slaying weapon. He is loyal and hardworking, and does not talk about personal feelings. He is simply an all-rounder.

In other words, this person is the best talent in the Seven Kingdoms!

Originally, Renly was quite hostile to this pretender, but now he suddenly felt that if it was really Coben, then this...

"You said you are only proficient in medicine?" He suddenly found something wrong.

"Are you using magic?" The old man ignored his question and crawled over to ask impatiently.

"Answer my question first."

"This... yes, I am more deeply involved in medical research."

"Then what about armaments manufacturing?"

"Armament manufacturing?" The old man was stunned when he heard this, and then his face was full of confusion.