Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord

"But I need a lot, can you give it to me at this price?" Gavin was a little embarrassed and said with a bit of embarrassment.

"I don't know how much you want, sir? If it's a large transaction, I'm afraid I can't make the decision." The steward said with an embarrassed look.

After thinking for a while, Gavin replied: "I want 50 copies of such materials."

"Well, sir, 50 copies is not a problem, but I'm afraid that your current inventory can't make up so many. I can only get you 7 copies in total. If there are some missing materials, I will immediately transfer them to you. We have a treasure house in the old town, and we will definitely deliver them to you before the end of the martial arts competition." The steward hurriedly replied. After seeing Gavin agreed, he called a servant and gave him a few instructions. He invited Gavin to sit down and said: "Please sit down for a while, sir, the goods will be delivered later, and I will extract the gold dragons for you first."

Gavin and Tommen led a carriage of the caravan and hurried back to the camp. As soon as they arrived, a group of soldiers who had been waiting for a long time helped to unload the boxes enthusiastically. Soon, two huge boxes were carefully unloaded into Gavin's tent.

This time, Gavin brought back a full 100,000 gold dragons. Excluding the 30,000 gold dragons that Tommen and other soldiers deserved, Gavin alone had as many as 70,000 gold dragons. This was undoubtedly a staggering amount of money, and the amount was so huge that it was enough to make everyone look at it sideways.

After putting the box containing 30,000 gold dragons in the open space in front of the tent, Gavin found a few veterans with high prestige to organize the money distribution.

Many soldiers who won the bet immediately gathered together and happily divided the money. Their faces flushed with extreme excitement, and everyone's face was filled with irrepressible joy. The corners of their mouths were raised high, revealing an extremely bright smile, and they kept saying some words praising Gavin.

Gavin, who had obtained the materials, had an eager light in his eyes at this moment, and he couldn't wait to experiment with the blood witch puppet. It happened that a gladiator who competed with him in the morning died of serious injuries and eventually bled to death.

Remembering what he asked Tommen to inquire before departure, Gavin pulled Tommen aside with a solemn look and asked in a low voice: "What did the other party answer about the question I asked you to ask just now?"

"I have already asked those two captains. The three of them just happened to be hired together. The dead gladiator was not a companion of those two. They said they would not take the body away and asked us to help bury it." Tommen answered quickly.

After hearing this, Gavin couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief and said slowly: "You go find a carriage later. After all, we fought side by side. It's better for me to bury him personally."

When Tommen heard this, his face was instantly filled with surprise, and he said with admiration: "Captain, just let me do these things, why bother you to do it yourself."

After hearing this, Gavin shook his head slightly, without too much explanation, but ordered in a firm tone: "Do as I say, tell me immediately when you are ready, and do it tonight."

After hearing this, although Tommen was full of doubts in his heart, he did not question Gavin's decision, so he bowed his head and responded, and then turned around and hurried to prepare.

Watching Tommen's departing back gradually disappear from his sight, Gavin turned around without the slightest hesitation and strode into the tent, and began to race against time to prepare the materials needed for the ceremony.

Late at night, everything was quiet. Gavin drove a carriage alone to the depths of an uninhabited forest with the help of the faint moonlight and the flickering torch in his hand.

He found some reasons, refused Tommen's help and companionship, and came here alone with the body.

The dead gladiator was called Dasio, who was the one who used the scimitar in the previous competition with Gavin. Dasio was agile, very flexible, and very fast, but unfortunately he died here for a generous reward and bonus.

Gavin took off all of Dasio's clothes, and a deep wound that pierced the abdomen appeared in front of him. The wound was hideous and terrifying, and blood and flesh were blurred. Obviously, this was the fatal cause of his death.

With the flickering light of the torch, Gavin began to draw runes on the body. He was fully focused and careful, fearing that there would be a slight mistake, and even sweat beads had appeared on his forehead.

Finally, after two tense hours, Gavin finished the rune carving. After checking again and again and making sure there were no omissions, Gavin breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his head.

Then, he took the simple blood transfusion device prepared in advance from the carriage. This is a device made of a flexible cowhide water bag filled with liquid medicine and a thick cow blood vessel. Compared with the infusion tube that Gavin used in his previous life, it is extremely crude and crude.

In Gavin's previous life, if such a crude device was used to treat the disease, the patient would probably die faster. Fortunately, this is a world full of mysterious magic. Its role is only to temporarily replace the blood wizard's ability to control blood, so as to help Gavin achieve the purpose of blood transfusion.

At this time, the sky has turned a faint fish belly white, but Gavin, who has not slept all night, is more energetic and not sleepy at all. After the medicine was almost injected, he pulled out the dagger without hesitation and cut his wrist. Instantly, a large amount of blood flowed into the water bag like a flood. Gavin silently calculated the dosage and endured the strong dizziness caused by the rapid blood loss.

Finally, after feeling that the amount of blood was sufficient, Gavin quickly took out a small bottle filled with liquid medicine from his arms, dripped his own blood into it, shook it briefly a few times, and drank it all.

Amazingly, the wound on the wrist healed at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye. In less than a minute, the wound on the wrist was completely healed, and there was not even a scar left.

Looking at the effect of this magical potion, Gavin couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart. It was a pity that once the blood containing magic power was added, the shelf life of the potion could only last for a short thirty minutes, otherwise he would have made more for backup.

Gavin stared at the slow infusion of blood, praying silently in his heart. Given the current state of the magic tide at this time, coupled with the opportunistic method he used, he actually lacked confidence in whether this ceremony could succeed.

Suddenly, a large amount of black blood suddenly gushed out of Dasio's wound, which was a clear sign of a successful blood exchange. Gavin hurriedly placed his hand on the chest of the corpse, concentrating and waiting for the moment when the black blood stopped flowing.