The drizzle of rain hit the glass windows, making crackling sounds, and large black shadow-like army surrounded Junlin Camp. Under the hazy water, it looked like a quiet dormant beast, or a black torrent that was about to flood the world.

The rainy day of the King's Landing City is hazy and fresh. The rain that hits the landing suppresses all the impetuousness and mess, as if it washes away the dust of this ancient city and reveals the dew that should have.

Shire sat on the desk not far from the window, drawing on paper that did not belong to this era, while turning his head from time to time to look at the white-skinned booklet that was turned open beside his hands.

The strange and tiny black text is constantly written from the tip of the quill, dipped in ink and scattered, bringing a slight scent of ink.

The cloudy sky made people unable to detect the passing of time. I don’t know how long it took, Charles put down his pen, picked up the paper, glanced at the secret text he had just written and let out a sigh.

"It's not so much a magic circle, but rather a magic circle."

He murmured, wrapping three pieces of paper on three diamond-shaped black crystals one after another, and then spells popped up from his mouth.

Compared with necromancers or sacred spells, the tone he was chanting at this time was neither grand nor gloomy, but instead felt a passionate feeling, like a person chatting excitedly. But at this time, there was no one else in the room except him, so he could not hear such a special tone.

As spells continued to emerge, the paper wrapped in crystals automatically ignited, and gray-white smoke radiated with the burning sound. Black texts were pressed against each crystal and left a deep mark on them.

After the secret text was engraved, everything returned to normal.

He reached out and moved the three "obsidians" that were still emitting hot heat in a triangle shape. Then he picked up a white candle prepared beside him, lit it with flint, looked at the shaking orange flame, and then placed the entire candle in the center of the triangle.

With a sudden sound, the yellow flame that had just ignited suddenly extinguished.

Flame protection barrier.

A special "spell" exchanged for 10 dragon crystals.

At that time, the Black Fatty Man gave him three choices: Thunder, Storm, and Flame.

Thunder and Storm, these two are not usually used, so flame protection is of some use. Of course, this is relatively common. With flame, Charles actually couldn't think of what to do, but having one is better than not

But now that he has learned it, what else can he do next?

He couldn't help but look out the window again.

The number of troops from the south is said to be a 100,000 army, while the troops stationed at Junlin were only about 30,000, which has to be included in the golden robe who should belong to the amateur ranks.

The troops were very different, but each offense and defense had their own advantages and disadvantages. It seemed that a bloody battle would occur. But it was surprising that after Renly Baratheon's army arrived, it did not start attacking the city directly, and there was no other action. Instead, it was stationed quietly outside the city and surrounded it for several days.

The bald king Stannis once went out of the city to negotiate with his younger brother Renli, but it seemed that the quarrelsome had been very unhappy. He was not sure what the gay king in his memory had said. Anyway, I heard that Stannis's face turned gloomy when he came back.

In the King's Landing City, the pace of this period was faster than before. The port, the city wall, the royal forest outside the city... The army was mobilized continuously, and the noble knights were busy. Even Ed began to participate in the combat meeting from morning to night.

"What is Renly waiting for?"

This is the inner doubt of everyone.

The same is true for Charles. Although he couldn't get involved, the current war had something to do with his fate - at least, everything would be fine if he won, and if he lost, he had to think about how to escape.

Therefore, he urgently hopes that the war will start as soon as possible so as to achieve results as soon as possible. Of course, this has nothing to do with his ability to "fight monsters and upgrade" and wants to take advantage of the situation.

However, before the war came, Charles welcomed an uninvited guest.

...

"Sir Seaworth?"

When I opened the door with a knock on the door, what I saw was a simple-dressed bearded knight with ordinary appearance, wearing gloves all year round, and looking at him with bright brown eyes. Isn't it official that Stannis and the Onion Knight who was born in the smuggler in front of him?

But this person was a little wary of Charles in the past. He had never looked for him except for sending crystals last time.

Now……

Before the man in front of him opened his mouth to answer, a message came from beside him.

"I'm asking Lord Davos to come and find you, child."

The gentle voice looked a little old. When he turned around, he saw an old monk wearing a gray wool tunic.

Gray hair, barefoot, wrinkles on his face, tall and thin. The arrival of this person made Charlefu unable to help but look at the Onion Knight again.

"I grew up in flea nests." He shrugged because of this.

"Okay." Charles felt relieved, then looked at the old monk and asked, "Do you have something to ask me?"

This was the old monk he had seen with his guidance after getting the scepter. At that time, because he was afraid of trouble, Charles did not say much to him and decisively flashed. Now he was actually caught up with him on his own initiative?

"There is always a cold wind blowing in the corridor of the Prime Minister's Tower, sir." But before he could respond, Davos took the conversation humorously: "Please forgive me for being a little rheumatoid, so... can we go in and say it?"

He said this and it was difficult for Charles to refuse clearly, so he turned sideways, and the two of them walked into the room.

After a little look, the old man in gray robe said concisely: "I have asked you, child, you fell from the sky two months ago."

"Yes, it ended up falling on a golden retriever's head in unlucky manner." Charles looked calm and signaled the two to take their seats as he said. Then he picked up the teapot and poured two cups of black tea for them.

"There is no servant?" Looking at the silver cup in front of him, the Onion Knight was quite surprised by this.

"Servant? I can't do anything trembling, but my eyelids twitched." Charles said dismissively.

In fact, it is because he often practices spells and has servants here that are so annoying.

Of course, the reason he mentioned is one of them.

The old monk kept staring at Charles quietly. When he saw him sitting down, he whispered: "Gods should not have all the desires of mortals, so you cannot be a true god."

"I guess that's the same." Charles shrugged "So what's the matter with me?"

"Maybe you forgot your mission."

"mission?"

"Although you are not a god, you must have a great relationship with Him. The Seven Gods chose you, and He must have a reason for doing this, but you know nothing about it." The old monk said seriously: "You should follow me, my son, and follow me to do what you should do."

"You are not the first to talk to me in this tone." Shir shook his head with a chuckle: "But I'm sorry, I'm not interested in your God and all kinds of rules and regulations."

"Believe me, kid, after that you will be sublimated."

"Thank you, but I think it's pretty good now, and there's no need for spiritual baptism."

"No, that's not the soul."

As he said that, seeing that Charles looked dissatisfied, he sighed: "Please look good, child."

As he said that, without waiting for Charles to react, he saw him take out a dagger from his cuff. Then, under Charles' vigilant gaze, he suddenly turned the tip of the dagger and stabbed it into his shoulders.

Then he began to kneel down and pray.

"What are you doing?" Charles was stunned. Is this old man crazy about religion?

Davos, who was watching the show quietly, was also shocked by this. He stared at the dagger that penetrated through the gray robe and the bright red blood slowly flowing out. He was a little hesitant whether he should go up and help deal with the wound.

It's just that none of them got a response.

The gray-robed monk who stabbed himself with a dagger began to kneel on the ground and pray, ignoring foreign affairs.

"My merciful Virgin, please lower your merciful gaze and look at the poor believers. Please help them resist the pain of the sword, please..."

As he prayed in a low voice, Charle's left palm suddenly felt a warm feeling. He looked down and a pattern of seven-pointed stars appeared faintly.

At the same time, the scepter he was still in the corner of the room began to shake slightly.

Charles found this from the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help but pick it up, stared at the old man kneeling on the ground, looked at the scepter in his hand, and had some guesses. So after thinking for a moment, he recited a spell.

A subtle milky white light then appeared on the surface of the crystal ball of the scepter. However, unlike the light emitted on the dragon's cave before, the light seemed more "real", scattered like powder. After it emerged on the crystal surface, it began to float and fall on the ground and merge into the deep floor.

Looking at this phenomenon, he looked at the old monk kneeling on the floor of the room, and Charles had a vague understanding.

So he spread his scepter and sprinkled the power on the old man's shoulders. The light particles attached to the surface of the wound and the dagger were all over the body. The dagger that was visible to the naked eye was slowly squeezed out and finally made a muffled sound and fell to the ground.

However, the wound that lost the dagger to block it did not overflow blood, but gradually gathered together. In the end, there were no traces of injuries except for the blood stains and the broken gray robe.

The onion knight, who had always been calm and restrained, unconsciously opened his mouth wide, while the old monk in gray robe looked full of joy.

"There will be a response to prayer. This is indeed the case recorded in ancient books!"

It turns out that he wasn't sure either.

Charles looked down at the scepter in his hand, and looked at the faint lines that quietly appeared in the seven-pointed stars in the palm of his hand, and couldn't help but fall into thinking.

"There will be a response to the request?"

"What's this?"
Chapter completed!