Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

It started to rain in Harrenhal, and it was cold and cold.

The charred godswood forest was aroused by the rain, and the pits hidden inside were no longer concealed, absorbing water to nourish the dead heart tree.

The heart tree stretched out countless pale arms to the sky. There were no lush red leaves in the canopy of the tree. Only long, bone-like branches were left swaying in the wind. From time to time, a few branches would fall down, into puddles and mud. Soil and ashes left by burning.

The children of the forest still formed a circle, chanting the source language and praying for the dead heart tree.

Melisandre murmured in Attis's ear, like the wind in his ears: "We still have one method to try. The King in the North, his wife and children are all in Harrenhal, if you allow me."

"Such a thing," Attis said, without looking at Melisandre, his eyes always staring at the withered bones of the Heart Tree under the tower, "Needless to say in the future, as high as Glory, the Arryn family would never do such a thing. "Things," he muttered, repeating the family motto several times. When he came to his senses, he explained to Melisandre: "I made an agreement with Eddard Stark. Catelyn will be in Vardis Egan." She will return to the north under the escort of the knight, but Arya will stay in the Eyrie, or a castle somewhere in the Vale."

Artis paused, "Iron Oak City is a good place. I believe Lord Eddard and his wife will agree that Arya accepts the teachings of Lady Anya. She has trained too many Canyon Knights and excellent ladies."

Melisandre walked around him and walked to the window. "Blood magic requires blood. I have never tried the magic of controlling a dragon." She hesitated for a moment, "I follow your order, Duke."

"Let Marwen try it. If it doesn't work, let's wait until the dragon grows up." Attis said. At this time, Marwen was braving the rain in the godswood and listened carefully to the pronunciation of the original language of the Children of the Forest. Holding a pen and paper to record something, the little blue dragon opened its mouth to the sky, as if drinking rainwater, fluttered its wings, splashed water all over the bachelor, and then flew up into the air again, aiming right at Ah Tis's window slammed straight into it.

Attis quickly opened the window, and the dragon staggered in and fell to the floor. The sharp thorns of its wings messed up the gorgeous floor pattern.

"Damn it." Attis watched with wide eyes as the dragon threw himself into his arms, his mouth still burning, and he fell to the floor with the strength of the dragon.

The little blue dragon stepped on Attis's dress and kicked his chest. His eyes were spinning vividly, looking straight at Attis's face.

"You need, ahem," Marwin walked up from downstairs, "You need to develop a relationship with it. Dragons are also animals. This one seems to like eating mutton, which is a good thing. It proves that it is greedy. Of course it is easy to be greedy. tame."

Attis stretched out his hand and pushed the blue dragon's little head to the side. Its lower body was unstable and suddenly fell to the ground, hissing like a snake spitting out its core.

"I thought magic was enough." Attis said, standing up in embarrassment. The blue dress on his body had been scratched by sharp claws, and the long seams were still hanging on the blue dragon's wings. The whole dress was torn off and turned into two halves.

At this time, the silk thread was not broken yet, hooked on the spikes of the blue dragon's wings.

"Okay, good dragon, don't move." Attis comforted the blue dragon, his voice was very soft, and he wanted to reach out and take off the thread.

The blue dragon was dissatisfied. He spread his wings and tugged on his body, and the threads of his clothes were torn off. Then, as if his whole body was affected by a pull, the dress was suddenly peeled off from Attis's body, and the velvet hidden inside was like flying snow. The same pops up.

"I have to find Myrcella to change my clothes. The knights patrolling at night will be back soon, and they still have dinner to eat." Attis patted his clothes and said helplessly.

The blue dragon opened his mouth, and let out a roar of victory like Aegon the Conqueror. He even narrowed his eyes slightly, and a kind of human pride overflowed.

"You win." Attis declared victory with a smile, stood up and walked out of the door, nodded to Marwen, and walked towards Myrcella's bedroom.

Marwin couldn't help but make a "tsk, tsk" sound in his mouth, "It seems that this little dragon knows the difference between a full meal and a full meal." He squatted down, "Do you also want to sit back and enjoy the benefits, haha, just like me. "

"Sit back and enjoy the benefits?" Melisandre has been standing by. Her eyes briefly stayed on the blue dragon, which had not shown any threat until now, and turned to Dr. Marwin, who had come all the way. "I really want to know, your god , or how did your knowledge lead you to Attis Arryn?"

Marwin took out a piece of dried meat from his pocket, observed the dragon's chewing expression, and murmured to himself: "As written in the book, Brother Bath is indeed a legend."

Melisandre did not wait for an answer, but she was not in a hurry. She also imitated Dr. Marwin and squatted down, watching the blue dragon chew the dried meat, watching it chew the meat in its mouth, chew and swallow.

"The big dragons like Wormisor swallow meat in one gulp, and a group of sheep can't satisfy it at all." Marwin said, staring at the blue dragon, "And the little dragons have their own ways of swallowing, but the unity is not as straightforward as their elders. Swallow.”

"It's what's in the book." Melisandre was sure.

Marwin smiled, "Brother Bass's "Dragons, Saurons, and Pterosaurs: The Unnatural Evolution of Dragons."

"I've heard about this book," Melisandre's red pupils shone like two red diamonds, "I heard that it had been burned by King Baelor, and the only original copy was missing. Maybe "Destroy"

"Perhaps he was kidnapped, crossed the ocean, and stayed on the other side of the narrow sea. Yes, that's it." Marwin shook his head as if recalling bad memories, showing an impatient attitude towards this topic.

But Melisandre saw the anger and regret behind the boredom.

"Where is it?" Melisandre asked.

Marwin smiled self-deprecatingly, "Just in the academy, not going anywhere."

"Duke Attis thought it was burned by King Baelor, or taken to the other side of the Narrow Sea by the descendants of the Dragon Server?" Melisandre continued to guide.

Marwin was happy to see the success, and followed her words: "The Duke is very talented, but he doesn't know everything." He stretched out his index finger and tapped his forehead, "He can't compare to this big head, hahahaha."

Melisandre stood up, "You are a maester, although you are loyal to the false god"

"I am loyal to the truth, not to God," Marwyn shrugged. "If you were used to seeing the faces of maesters and monks in Oldtown, you would have the same understanding as me." He raised his head and looked at Melisandre, "If Your God is the truth, of course I can wear a red robe, but who can make an easy decision before confirming it?"

The blue dragon jumped out of the window and disappeared into the rain.

Marwen stood up, walked over, and closed the window: "Baelor ordered the burning of Brother Bath's works, but the shrewd bachelor made a copy and sent it back to the city. It is still hidden in the library. A hundred years later, Bravo Si seems to know some clues and often sends envoys to the old town to find the original copy. "

"Compared to you red-robed monks," Marwin turned around, "I'm the one who does big things, and I've been planning for hundreds of years."

"But," Marwyn waved his hand when he saw Melisandre wanted to speak, "Brother Bath didn't say how to control the dragon, he just deduced the origin of the dragon."

"Blood magic?" Melisandre asked, "What would you do?"

Marwin pondered for a moment, took a deep breath and said, "I need the power of the Lord of Light."

The smile shifted to Melisandre's face at this time, and she sneered in a relaxed tone: "With this kind of demand, do you still dare to say that the Lord of Light is not the truth?"

Marwen was not annoyed, "Every time a Targaryen comes into the world, the gods will throw a coin into the sky. Whether they are wise or crazy are two sides of the coin," he warned: "The red-robed woman should not underestimate this sentence. Famous words, this is not a rumor, this is a scourge left by the early Valyrian people, and blood magic is not an easy skill to control. "

"We need the help of the true god," Melisandre concluded immediately, "Then tell me, what should I do?"