Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Laresa stared at the glass candle for a long time, looking for something through the pale and weak flame, pictures, prophecies, revelations, etc., but found nothing.

Opening Dr. Marwin's drawer, the iron box of sour grass leaves that should have been lying safely inside was gone. The doctor hated procrastination, but whenever he made up his mind, he would act immediately, just as he said:

"The truth is there, and the road is at your feet, so don't hurry up."

It's a pity that although Laresa learned a lot, he didn't care about many fields involved.

Except dragons, and magic. Laresa continued to focus on the burning glass candle, trying to find out something.

"Put my books in order. I, oh no, you still need a lot of documents. They are hidden in some secret places and corners of the city library. If you want to do research or help me improve my thesis, It doesn't matter to me if you become the first author. The Magician is already famous enough and excellent enough, so he doesn't need the certification of the gray sheep." Dr. Marwin babbled in front of him before leaving, chewing in his mouth. Sour grass leaves overflowing with red secretion.

Marvin paused and reminded Laresa: "Sphinx, don't reveal your thoughts in front of the maester, don't talk about dragons or prophecies, otherwise someone might poison the porridge you drink at night. These bachelors with some medical skills are very bad. Don't think that having a doctor's hat will make them a just heavenly father and a merciful mother. Just tell them that you want to wear a necklace and serve some important person in Dorne. , or elsewhere, it is more popular in the valley now, tell them that obedience is the noblest virtue and allegiance is the greatest honor."

Laresa advised: "Maybe it would be better to go to the Eastern Continent, where the Dragon Queen Daenerys is."

"The Children of the Forest and the Scarlet Witch, as well as the 40,000 cavalrymen in the valley and the 60,000 troops in the Riverlands have definitely chosen the right person. Attis Arryn is the son of the forest and the continuation of the oath of mankind, the guardian of the two realms, and the It’s the hand of the king, and what’s even more shocking is that he also collected a dragon egg.”

Marwin didn't look like a doctor at this time, but like a street gangster in the old town. He raised his fist as big as a hammer and said, "I don't want to miss it. With my experience in traveling in the Eastern Continent, my choice is always the right one."

"Is the renaissance of magic you hope for really possible?" Laresa asked.

Marwin showed his red mottled teeth, "Look at this burning candle."

Laresa looked at the tall black candle in the center of the room, its flame too bright.

"What else can I deny?" Marwin took off a faded leather cloak from the wooden latch beside the door and tied it tightly around him. "Even if what I firmly believe is not true, in the world of life, who can be like this mist?" Like the diffuse river of mead, backed by the sea, flowing forever?"

He opened the door and breathed out, "Humans, you will always go crazy because of what you want in your heart."

"You have already gone crazy once." Laresa kindly reminded him. He hoped that the doctor would not forget his history of risking war, plague, and Valyria's curse to head to the Eastern Continent rashly.

"Yes," Marwin grinned, "I am an exception. I can go crazy twice."

Marwen stood in the empty Hundred Furnaces Hall. He did not choose to take his seat in time, but looked at Atys Arryn from top to bottom with a smile.

The red-robed monk Ma Qiluo has a similar body shape to him, except that his skin is black and white, and his teeth are white and red. One is wrapped in red robes, and the other is wrapped in brown clothes, making them easy to identify. He stood next to the red-robed woman Melisandre, his eyes turning a blind eye.

Melisandre's red eyes looked at Marwen the same way he looked at Attis. She walked over and asked before the Duke: "I thought there were no people in Westeros who believed in magic."

Marwin chuckled and said, "What's hard to say is that we Westeros people are just accustomed to ignoring. Even if the most obvious facts are right in front of us, we would rather choose to ignore them and stick to our own lives."

Artis did not feel disrespectful and participated in the discussion with interest: "This means that change will be difficult."

Marwen bowed respectfully: "You are indeed the eagle of the valley. Different from my impression of the past situation where the youngest son of the ruler of the Eagle's Nest City kept his business, you have surpassed the height of the Arryn family in the past, above the Giant's Spear Peak. , not only sits on the second of the Seven Kingdoms, but also serves as the Warden of the East and the Governor of the Trident. Now he is also the Hand of the King. He has been married to your father, Lord Jon Arryn, twice. It is really a wonderful story. I can’t even imagine what will happen in the future. How the maester would write about the legendary story of Jon Artis and his son Arryn.”

Attis wanted to show off the etiquette of a noble and make a humble tone, but the moment he opened his mouth slightly, he did not expect that the words could not be refuted. What Maester Marwin said was true. How should he be humble?

So I happily accepted it and coughed slightly.

Fortunately, the roar of the blue dragon outside Bailu Hall attracted everyone's attention. The dragon jumped from an unknown place to the closed window of Bailu Hall, flapped its wings, and jumped to the roof.

Marwen opened his mouth and watched the dragon flash past, his eyes suddenly filled with obsession.

"It, it's beautiful," Marwen swallowed, his tongue a little tangled, but his expression remained calm, "Aren't you worried about it flying out of the castle, even if Harrenhal is big enough."

Melisandre answered his question: "Harrenhal is a natural dragon's lair, just like Dragonstone Island where countless dragon crystals are buried. Moreover, it is very young and cannot fly far."

"A miracle," Marwyn murmured. "I heard that the Dragon Queen of Meereen had three dragons, and that there are dragons here at Harrenhal as well."

"Ahem!" He coughed twice, "Although I have heard many rumors about the dragon of Harrenhal in the nearby fishing village, I didn't expect it to be true."

"Of course it is true," the green maester "Redvine" ran over, and the typical physical signs of the children of the forest suddenly appeared in Marwyn's sight, "Lord Artis deserves a dragon. Things are different now. The threat from the north is too great."

Marwyn laughed and looked at the children of the forest as if he was admiring a rare treasure, "It seems that the widely circulated portrait in Oldtown is of you."

"What?" Redvine was a little confused, staring at Marwyn who looked like a wine barrel with wide eyes.

"Dragon caves, dragon eggs, heart trees, magic of the old gods and the red god," Marwyn counted on his fingers like a treasure, "Haha, I guessed what the Duke is missing."

Attis smiled, "Doctor Marwyn, what did you guess?"

"Dragon blood," Marwyn clenched his left hand into a fist, "The Arryn family does not have the blood of the Valyrian dragon king like the Targaryen family."

"I can't change the blood of my ancestors. I am an orthodox eagle, living in mountains and valleys, but not a dragon, and I can't control dragons like the Targaryens."

"Before discovering the magic of dragon taming," Marwyn said, "the Valyrians were just a group of ordinary herdsmen, driving cattle and sheep, riding horses, not much more civilized than the Dothraki."

Attis was not moved: "Really? Even so, these are rumors from thousands of years ago, and it is impossible to verify whether they are true or false."

"But they are lucky," Marwyn said with a smile, "They met a docile and greedy dragon , rather than encountering the same bloodthirsty and brutal people as some mountain pass people in the Shadow Land of Asshai. There is also a precedent in Westeros. No one knows the origin of Nettle, but she can tame sheep thieves. From my observation, she may not have Valyrian blood. "

"What do you mean?"

"I will teach you," Marwyn smiled proudly, "The knowledge about dragons is rare. The Citadel hides it tightly. The descendants of the dragon servants in Midsummer Hall only have vague memories, but Asshai in the Shadow Land and the distant Yi Land, this kind of knowledge is also hidden. Not many people remember it, and not many people take it seriously. "

"Fortunately," Marwyn breathed, "this knowledge has been collected by pioneers, and try to keep all of it."

"Pioneers?" Atis suppressed his inner joy, "If there are such pioneers, does Dr. Marwyn know where they are. "

"Far away in the residence of the Seven Gods, close at hand." Marwyn smiled and said, "In front of your eyes."