Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The setting sun sets through the dome in the conference hall.

The doctor who came with the guards saw a feast of death. The high-ranking nobles were staggering beside the overturned chairs, and cups, silver plates, and food were scattered all over the floor.

Under the gaze of everyone, scribe Aslan carefully handed over the owner of the courtyard in his arms to the hooded doctor, and then slumped down on the ground, his eyes dull, as if the owner's unfortunate death had completely broken his heart. Cool.

Seeing this scene in front of them, the nobles who survived the murder felt terrified and extremely angry in their hearts, and they clamored crazily to execute the conspirator Salo Cote immediately.

In a daze, Aslan seemed to hear the voices of the nobles. He staggered up in despair and walked forward in a shaky manner.

He sighed sadly, regained his previous rigorous and wise attitude, and reminded him with all his heart:

"My lords, it's great that you are all right. The gods are also blessing Qohor. Please take control of the inner city defense as soon as possible to avoid giving lawbreakers and Dothraki an opportunity."

After hearing this reminder, the nobles turned pale with fright and glared angrily at the sinner Salo Kot.

Soon, they each responded quickly:

"Aslan, the betrayer Salo Kot, he plotted to murder your master insidiously and viciously. The High Noble Council will definitely not let him go. The courtyard is entrusted to you first. The situation is urgent. We still need to go and provide for Kot. Hall City’s future contribution.”

The surviving nobles left their instructions in an understated manner, then showed impatient looks and hurriedly left the conference hall.

From their eyes that originally only revealed fear and cowardice, they suddenly exuded eager and greedy looks.

It can be guessed that they are so eager, I am afraid that they are not simply contributing to the city of Kohol.

After the surviving nobles left, only the hooded doctor was left in the conference hall, still moving silently to examine the corpse.

The entire hall fell into wordless silence.

Under the dome, the glow and dusk fell on everyone, forming a strange and harmonious picture.

"This is, this is the Tears of Rhys."

The doctor's exclamation awakened the silence.

The sinner Salo Kot, who was being guarded by the Unsullied, suddenly raised his head, with intricate colors in his confused eyes.

He knew about the Tears of Lys, a very rare and expensive poison.

It is said that its taste is as sweet as water and can be dissolved in wine or water. It cannot be smelled or tasted. The poison will disturb the stomach of the poisoned person and cause death like intestinal disease without leaving any trace.

"Aslan McKennan, did you do this?"

Salo Cote asked impatiently. The friendship between nobles and slaves is as fragile as a dead leaf. It will be crumbling when the wind blows.

As the name suggests, the Tears of Lys were naturally invented by the alchemists of Lys, and Aslan Mackennin, who seemed to have nothing to do with it, was also a pure-blood Lysian.

"Loyalty is noble and respectable because it is unparalleled."

The handsome and elegant Lysian neither stood up to admit nor deny anything. The inexplicable words coming out of his mouth made Salo Kot confused.

Opening the closed door of the conference hall, the pure and rich fiery red twilight gently fell on Aslan's body.

He held his head high, as if he had given up everything here, and walked calmly out of the conference hall.

"Answer me, Aslan, how dare you murder your master."

"Damn slave, let me go."

Under the control of the guards, Salo Kot struggled in embarrassment and roared. He also thoroughly experienced the characteristics of the Unsullied who absolutely obeyed orders.

"The Kurt family, one of the families in the city-state of Qohor, holds the secrets of Valyrian steel weapon reforging technology."

After calling out Poison's true name, the hooded doctor who had remained silent suddenly opened his mouth to speak.

He slowly walked up to Salo Cote and slowly took off his hood with one hand, revealing a pale and terrifying face.

"You are the blood witch Bass Potter. You did it, right? Are you going to sacrifice the life of a high-ranking noble to the Black Goat to protect Qohor?"

Hearing Salo Kot's exclamation, the blood wizard did not answer the question directly, but still talked to himself:

"I remember that I had the honor of meeting your father three times.

After saying that, Blood Witch Bass Potter turned around, picked a clean chair with interest, sat on it with a smile, and continued:

"The first time I met your father was..., by the way, at that time, I was not called Bass Potter, and others would call me Maester Bol, a man from the city across the narrow sea, living in Qohor. Maester, at that time, I was preparing to write a thesis on the foundry technology of Qohor, and because I asked too many questions in the investigation, I was publicly whipped three times and subsequently driven out of the city. The last time I saw you was My father, he accused me of stealing a Valyrian steel weapon and chopped off one of my hands as punishment."

The blood witch Buzz Potter proudly stretched out the flexible prosthesis on his right hand to show off.

"You know what secret I discovered that time. Your father has been working hard all his life to create weapons comparable to Valyria's forging craftsmanship. What a great ideal! But he only has Valyria controlled by the Kurt family. The reforging technology of substeel weapons is not enough. You must master the forging process of Valyrian steel. All forging craftsmen use repeated forging to balance and remove impurities from the steel. Valyrian steel also needs Only by applying some unknown crafts, such as magic spells, can magic make this kind of steel extremely special, but your father insists that blood sacrifice is the most special forging process in Valyrian steel."

Salo Kot's father passed away when he was young. This was the first time someone told him his father's story. His family and even other nobles in Qohor were very reserved when it came to his father.

The blood wizard stared curiously at Salo Kot, who stopped struggling and roaring, with a look of desire on his face, and bowed his head to listen.

He stood up slowly, stepped forward and touched the other person's lips with his prosthetic leg, and then continued with a smile:

"Sure enough, you are just like your father. He looks completely human on the surface, but on the inside he is arrogant, cold-blooded and cruel. He is only interested in things that he approves of. You know what blood sacrifice is, but you don't think there is any problem at all. Your father The same is true. He killed slaves for blood sacrifices, and some of them were just babies. Therefore, I often feel that I am incompatible with you. "

Salo Cote wanted to retort, but found that there was no sound at all in his throat, and he covered his neck in panic.

Blood Witch Bass Potter ignored him, sat back on the chair again, and said with a smile:

"Since you just didn't want to defend the blood sacrifice and say something pleasant to the dead, then you don't have to say nonsense anymore. You just need to listen to me quietly."

It seemed that the interruption of the story made the Blood Witch forget what he wanted to express. After pondering for a moment, he continued:

"The secret blood sacrifice did not have any effect. The craftsmen of the Kurt family expressed their opinions. They believed that forging Valyrian steel required dragon bones as a material. However, your father insisted that the spell that was a blood sacrifice was wrong and was the blood of slaves. Not noble and pure enough.”

Bass Potter seemed to be completely immersed in memories and murmured:

"My maester's necklace has five links, made of bronze, silver and gold. In addition, I have also been involved in the study of occult magic. Unfortunately, I failed to get the links. This is also the beginning of my freedom. The reason why I traveled to the city-state was for revenge and to get exposed to the forging craftsmanship of Qohor. This knowledge made it easy for me to disguise myself as the famous blood witch Bass Potter. Soon your father found me and wanted me to help He studied the blood sacrifice spell together, which was our second meeting, but he had already ruthlessly forgotten me as a cripple from his memory. It was also during that period that I deliberately misled him and made him crazy about the mysterious witch. Technique.”

Bachelors are scholars, physicians, and scientists who study and train in the school city of Westeros on the other side of the Narrow Sea. Students who have just begun their education in the school city are called apprentices. They need to win the links on the necklace to become bachelors. .

These links are made of metals known to man. Each metal represents a certain field of knowledge. Bronze represents astronomy and astrology, silver represents medicine, gold represents economics, and the counterpart of arcane magic is Valais. Links cast from Leah steel.

They are proof that the city recognizes the bachelor's attainments in this field. If there are repeated metals on the links, it means that the bachelor has studied the field very deeply.

The blood witch's whispers drove the speechless Salo Kot crazy, but Bass Potter ignored him and continued:

"The gods will always tease mortals to please themselves. Just after your father became obsessed with mysterious witchcraft, one day, he came to me almost crazy and claimed that the black goat answered his sacrificial prayers and gave him everything he desired. A Lysian merchant came to Qohor with two Valyrian weapons, looking for craftsmen who could reforge the two weapons. One of the weapons was a Valyrian steel scimitar with a hilt made entirely of Made of dragon bones, that Lysian man has platinum-blond hair, sapphire-like eyes, and fair and delicate skin. He is a very conspicuous and powerful Valyrian blood. There is no noble blood more suitable for blood sacrifices. "

Having said this, the blood witch Bas Potter woke up from his memories. He stood up and came to the ferocious-looking Salo Cote, stared into his eyes and said:

"The Kurt family deserves to die, and every high-ranking nobleman lying on the ground deserves to die. They bleed sinful blood, commit evil crimes, and are heinous. They just lack capable people to avenge them. They all participated in that scene. For A blood sacrifice to break the art of Valyrian steel forging, and now the Lysian merchant's son comes to take revenge on them."

With a final roar, the blood wizard threw his head back and laughed, then turned his back and left the conference hall.

At this time, the setting sun dyed the western sky red without leaving any space, and the blood red soaked the lake surface and turned into an eternal memory. It was extremely beautiful.

Bass Potter walked out of the conference hall, and the remaining rays of the sun gave his pale face a little more color.

In the courtyard, the son of a Reese merchant was standing quietly under the flower tree, admiring the painted marble statue of a boy.

His clothes have also been changed from robes to gorgeous armor. He holds a spear with a tip shaped like a burning flame in his hand, and has an orange cape tied behind him. He looks even more heroic.

"Why, before you leave, you want to appreciate your carvings one last time. You can make a request to Khal Menggo. According to the tradition of the Dothraki, you give him the city of Kohor as a gift. Ka'a Ao will definitely give you a generous gift in return.”

Aslan turned around easily and confidently, and bowed respectfully to the blood witch. His handsome and elegant face no longer looked mature and serious, but just like other teenagers of his age, he smiled brightly.

"Teacher, thank you. I haven't told you yet. This sculpture is actually the boy I remember. At that time, our family was still living happily in Reese."

Seeing that the student's sad past was inadvertently brought up, Bass Potter quickly changed the subject:

"This is the gorgeous decoration of the Hand of the Holy Fire. You are truly a holy warrior of the Lord of Light. Unfortunately, I arrived too late that year, which is why you were bought by the Temple of R'hllor and you have been treated as a warrior to participate in cruel events. train."

After saying this, the blood wizard immediately wanted to slap himself. There seemed to be no happy past events in his student's life worth recalling.

Aslan knew his teacher, so he didn't care at all, and a brighter smile bloomed on his face.

He reached out and patted the knife and sword tied behind his back, and said:

"Let us open the city gates and welcome the Dothraki army into the city. I will use these two Valyrian steel weapons as a gift to offer my loyalty to the King of Men, and my father's ideals that I need to realize."

The blood wizard stared at the Valyrian steel sword behind the boy and sighed sadly. He also knew his student, so he could only say helplessly:

"Is this the truth? Walking out of this courtyard, killing the boy in your heart, and shouldering the responsibility of the family, how unfair the gods are."