Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

The noose on the stairwell of the towering tower was twisting, and the knights were in chaos.

The firelight illuminated the hall in the middle tower.

The knights of the Hightower family looked uneasy and asked: "Where is Earl Leyton?"

Gray Iron Garth, the second son of Earl Leyton Hightower, was neatly dressed in armor. He stood under the main seat in the hall and said solemnly: "Quiet!"

The knights all looked at him: "Sir Garth, what is going on?"

Garth looked at the noisy knights in the hall and said again: "Quiet!"

Someone saw Sir Baelor's panic-stricken squire wearing only half-armor. An old knight stared at him: "Where is Ser Baelor?"

As the heir of the Hightower family, Baelor Hightower replaced his old father, Lord Leyton, to entertain His Majesty the King in the Citadel where he had gone with Viserys.

Today, under the guise of finding an experimental site for the city's doctors, the King's Guard camp gathered people and held a banquet in the afternoon. No one expected that in the middle of the night, the soldiers and horses of the King's Guard camp would suddenly move into action. Before anyone in the city could react, the army moved directly at night and occupied the school city.

Things happened suddenly, and now no one knows what is going on in the school city. I don't know what Viserys is going to do.

So the Tower could only guard itself and closed the castle door. The knights noticed something unusual in the city and got up in the middle of the night and rushed to the Tower.

The attendant looked at Ser Garth and saw that he had no objection, so he replied: "Sir Baelor has been summoned to the academy by His Majesty the King."

The old knight glared angrily: "As Ser Baile's squire, why aren't you with the knight?"

Seeing all the family knights staring at him, the attendant hurriedly explained: "It was Sir Baile who ordered me to come back. Sir Baile asked me to find the earl."

The old knight asked: "What happened? Did something happen to His Majesty Viserys in the Citadel?"

The attendant replied: "Well, I don't know. His Majesty the King's guard camp was fine, but suddenly gathered at night. Ser Baelor was summoned by Prime Minister Oberon and received the king's order. The princes in the camp also received the order. Ser Baelor asked me to find the earl and tell him that he is fine."

The old knight frowned: "What is this?"

Garth responded: "No matter what happens, wait for father to decide."

More and more knights in the towering tower came to the meeting hall, but Lord Leighton was still missing. Several respected knights began to walk around the hall anxiously, looking in the direction of the tower's stairwell from time to time.

Someone outside the meeting hall reported: "Sir Gunsor has brought a fleet to the tower. It is under the tower. Sir, please open the tower door."

Garth ordered: "Open the tower door!"

"No!" A voice interrupted Garth, and the cold and stern voice of Earl Leighton Hightower sounded from the direction of the stairwell of the hall, "Where is Moroya? Gars, have you seen Moroya?"

Sir Garth saw Earl Leighton appearing and quickly stepped forward to report: "Father, His Majesty's guards entered the school overnight. What should we do -"

Earl Leyton did not listen to Sir Garth at all. He interrupted Garth again: "I ask you, have you seen Moroya!"

Garth looked at his father, Earl Leighton, in confusion and surprise. This Earl studied magic books on the towering tower with the crazy girl Moroya and did not ask about the situation in the old town for decades: "Father?"

The veins on Master Leighton's face popped out, and his face turned red with anxiety: "Let me ask you, where is Moroya!"

Sir Garth bowed his head and replied: "I don't know, father!"

"Find her!" Earl Leyton yelled anxiously, facing Garth and the family knights who were at a loss in the hall, "find her! No one can open any door of the towering tower until she is found!"

Sir Garth asked in surprise: "Father, Moroya is not at the top of the tower?"

"No, she's not there!" Earl Leighton roared irritably, his eyes burning with anger, "Seven Hells, where is she?"

Garth looked confused: "What's going on, father?"

"She took away the glass candle and the stone tablet!" Earl Leighton seemed to be in a chaos caused by anger, "She is crazy!"

Garth was full of doubts. Wasn't she originally crazy? He asked: "Glass candle? Stone tablet?"

Earl Leighton seemed to be losing his mind: "No, she can't go far. She can't go far with a glass candle and a stone tablet!"

Garth couldn't understand what his father was saying, but he saw him turning his head in panic and running towards the stairwell again.

The knights in the hall looked at each other. Lord Leighton's appearance and chaotic reaction made them all feel at a loss.

Gars looked at the knights in the hall behind him who had gathered because the king's guards had occupied the school city, and issued an order: "Everyone, please help find my sister, Miss Moroya. She should be somewhere in the tower. Maybe I’ll go find my father and find out.”

After speaking, Garth hurriedly caught up with Earl Leighton.

Earl Leighton took the lift in the stairwell and returned upstairs. Garth could only wait for the second trip, and then catch up with his father.

What happened tonight left Garth completely confused. His father, Earl Leighton, acted a little crazy, which made him feel uneasy. But his father, Earl Leyton, and his brother, Sir Baelor, were the two principals of the Hightower family. One was crazy and the other was absent from the castle, leaving even Garth at a loss.

In this situation, completely unaware of what was happening, Garth chased him to the top of the tower.

The door at the top of the tower was open.

But Garth hesitated at the door.

This is the forbidden area of ​​​​the Hightower family. Her father, Earl Leighton, and her half-sister, the crazy girl Moroya, have been closed inside for several years, and no one is allowed to enter.

"No!" Earl Leighton's anxious shout came from inside, "No! Impossible!"

Garth gritted his teeth, pushed open the door and went in.

The room in the tower was a bit dark, with only the faint yellow light of a few oil lamps and the starlight shining in from the windows decorated with Myr glass. The room was large, but very messy.

The room was lined with tall wooden bookshelves filled with books, and boxes of ancient scrolls and strange slates were placed on the floor.

The air smelled of old dust and decaying paper.

There were old papers everywhere, and there were probably thousands of books. To avoid catching fire, Garth blew out the lantern in his hand, followed the sound, and walked through the aisles between the bookshelves.

He found his father, Earl Leighton, hunched over at the window of the room, standing beside an oak table, seemingly crazy, looking frantically and frightened at the wide open window: "Father, are you okay?"

"No, that's impossible." Earl Leighton didn't seem to hear Garth's words and was still looking at the window in concentration.

Gals had some bad premonitions and quietly stepped forward, trying to get in front of his father, Lord Leighton, and stand between Lord Leighton and the window. He leaned over and said, "Father, I have asked the guards in the castle to search for Moroya as you ordered."

But Earl Leighton didn't seem to hear him. He murmured to himself, as if he was repeating something: "'Maybe we can fly, we can all fly. How can we know if we don't jump from the tower?'"

"Father, wake up!" Garth shouted quickly, trying to wake up Earl Leighton from his dazed state. The words his father muttered to himself made Garth feel even more uneasy.

Earl Leyton was still repeating in a confused way: "'How can you know if you don't jump off the tower?'" As he said this, the old man in Old Town stood up and seemed to be running towards the window.

"Father, no!" Gals exclaimed, strode forward, and grabbed Earl Leighton's arm. His hands were so numb, and a strange electric current swept through his body. For a moment, Garth couldn't tell whether it was an illusion. But he didn't dare to let go of his hand at all, for fear that Earl Leighton would jump from the window.

This is the topmost floor of the towering tower, more than 700 feet above the ground, and there is only one way to die if you fall.

Huhu——

A whistling strong wind blew outside the window and blew into the tower. The strong wind blew on the window coffins and made a sound, as if someone was laughing.

Garth didn't know why, but he felt a coldness rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, which made his hair stand on end.

The inexplicable terror made the blood in Garth's body seem to freeze.

But in the end nothing happened.

After an unknown amount of time, Earl Leighton seemed to wake up from his daze: "Oh, Moroya?"

"Father?" Garth felt his heartbeat again and couldn't help but swallow. Then he became concerned about Lord Leighton's situation, "Are you okay?"

"Oh, Moroya, good child, I'm fine. Let's continue." Earl Leighton's tone softened, but what he said made Gals feel unusually weird, "Where's the glass candle? Light it, Mo Luo Ya, you have such a talent. The oil lamp is too dim."

Gars couldn't help but look at Earl Leighton: "Father, it's me. I am your second son Gars."

"Garth?" Lord Leighton said with a cold face, "Why are you here? This is not the place you should be. Get out! Where is Moroya, Moroya!"

Garth looked blankly: "Father?"

"Get out!" Master Leighton scolded, "Moroya, Moroya, light the glass candle!" Master Leighton suddenly grimaced and actually cried, "Oh, the magic has reappeared! No! No!" ! It shouldn’t be like this, it shouldn’t be like this! Curse!”

Garth became more and more confused: "What are you talking about?"

"Get out, this is not something you should know!" Lord Leighton seemed to be out of control, ups and downs, sometimes happy, angry, and heartbroken.

Garth just looked at it blankly.

That night, Earl Leighton of the Hightower family went crazy, and the mad girl Moroya completely disappeared. The knight searched from the bottom to the upper floor of the towering tower. Except for the top floor where Earl Leighton was, the knights searched everywhere else. Some people even searched along the spiral staircase of the tower, but no one found the crazy girl Mo Mo. Roya's location.

The Hightower family can still make the decision now. The heir, Sir Baelor, is in the academy where the situation is unknown. Neither Gars nor Gunthor has the power to issue orders to the knights and vassals in the family beyond Earl Leyton. The Hightower family is still in control. There was a brief pause this night.

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"!" Viserys suddenly frowned and looked up in the direction of the towering tower. Viserys felt a strange sensation suddenly arisen from his own power, and his emotions when interrogating the city doctor were stagnant.

That is the effect of the power of "storm".

Besides himself, the only person Viserys could think of who had the power of storm was Euron.

But the aura quickly disappeared, and Viserys soon could no longer capture that trace of power.

Viserys narrowed his eyes, wondering what connection there might be between Hightower and Euron.

But for now Viserys had to continue talking to the gray sheep of the Citadel.

To be honest, Viserys did not expect that things would go so smoothly as expected. The Citadel had no ability to stop his army. Viserys did not even need to take action. The army alone could easily control the Citadel.

Marwyn was right. The current managers of the Citadel were a group of "grey sheep". Of course, there were a few with integrity, but not many.

Viserys turned his attention back to the doctors of the Citadel: "Theobald, what did you do to Doctor Verin? What happened to him?"

Theobald was obviously not one of the doctors with integrity. He became the steward and the contemporary leader of the secret organization in the real world as a result of the seniority system in the Citadel. As the manager of the non-academic and messy affairs of the Citadel, the steward of the Citadel was not actually willing to take on the responsibility of many doctors who were fascinated by research. And the head of the secret gathering no longer had the power he had in the heyday of magic in the past hundred years. The steward of the Citadel and the head of the real world were more like a political official who was elected to take charge of things and settle things.

Theobald had lost his will to resist after the attack, and felt bleak about the future. He was on the verge of mental collapse: "I didn't, it was Dr. Verin who said something he shouldn't have said."

Viserys pressed, "Something he shouldn't have said?"

Someone interrupted, "Theobald, you also swore an oath!"

Dr. Perestan hesitated to speak, as if he was accumulating some kind of determination.

Viserys laughed: "Oh, do you think I won't know if you don't tell me? You can look at the doctors around you, who is not a member of your secret meeting? Do you think you are hiding well? It is best to do nothing to prevent people from knowing your existence. But when I returned to Westeros with the dragon, you couldn't wait to try to plot against me. You are hostile to dragons, hostile to magic, and try to build a world without magic, prophecy and glass candles. Do you think I will be deceived by you like Jaehaerys I? Or do you think I will be short-sighted like Aegon II and Queen Rhaenyra and be conspired by you? As for Dr. Perestan, I don't know what you are thinking, but if you think I am a savior or a great man, I might as well tell you frankly that I am not. I came to your secret organization from the beginning."

There are also some stubborn people: "Impossible, how do you know us?"

"Any road that anyone walks will leave traces, why do you think you won't?"

Dr. Perestan He seemed to have made up his mind: "King Viserys, I am old and don't care about death or what others think of me. I might as well say that I have always been curious about the authenticity of that "thing" since I joined the organization. I don't understand mathematics and arithmetic, but I just regard that thing as a "prophecy". I just don't understand why other doctors believe in that "thing" so much, but sneer at other legendary "prophecies"? Since the doctors all think that it is the "truth", I want to do the opposite. I must verify the authenticity of that "thing" myself. I am a doctor of history who also studies political science. I don't deny that my eyes are full of conspiracy - Weilin is right about this. I don't believe in that "truth"! If it is the "truth", then why not put it out openly?

Theobald, members of the organization, I'm going to risk it. I have kept this sentence in my heart for a long time, and today I must say it: I must tell you in person that the organization claims to be for the truth and for the world, but acts like a sneaky thief. Every time I think of this, I feel ashamed!"