Unlike the dark and damp environment of most castles in Westeros, the Tower of Heaven seems to have a very special design, allowing light to be refracted through the passages, so there is no need to light torches and oil lamps during the day, and under the faint glow, the originally black walls will occasionally flash vague mysterious symbols.

Perhaps in the eyes of the layman, these symbols may be just an ancient script that cannot be deciphered, but in Zhang Cheng's eyes, they are similar to the runes carved on the horn of the "Dragon Binder".

Although there is a huge difference in the way the two are used, the essence is to use energy to complete the constancy of a certain spell, especially the closer to the top of the tower, the more runes there are, and the more powerful the energy induction.

As for what kind of spell it was, Zhang Cheng was not sure for the time being, but there was one thing, the magic technology mastered by the builders of the Tower of Heaven was definitely not inferior to the once-glorious Valyrian civilization.

Interestingly, the magic here is more water-elemental than Valyrian's blood and fire magic, and given its proximity to the sea, it's no wonder that it is rumored to have been built by a hybrid of humans and deep-sea races.

Just as he was carefully observing this tower, which was out of step with the style of the old town, Leighton Hightower, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, turned around and asked with a serious face: "Count Mason, I heard that you are a powerful magic user, and you once summoned an overwhelming hail during the Battle of the Blackwater River to completely destroy Stannis's cavalry charge, right?"

"Hahahaha! Do you think it's possible?" Zhang Cheng asked with a laugh.

"Okay, I'll admit that the rumors may be exaggerated, but you always have to admit that you cast a wide range of offensive spells that could change the course of the war, right?"

After a brief adjustment of his mind, he had quickly calmed down his anger and began to try to figure out the details of the mysterious young man in front of him.

You must know that the Hightower family is not like other nobles, keen to seize power and territory, except for the middle of the Targaryen Dynasty personally set off a tragic "blood dragon dance", they rarely really participate in the civil war, but prefer to rely on the two major forces of the school city and the church, slowly infiltrate the seven kingdoms, and quietly expand their influence.

After all, the church represents faith and controls the spiritual world of tens of thousands of nobles and commoners, while the school city represents the inheritance of knowledge, culture, and values.

In a way, the Hightowers are far more powerful than the Lannisters, Tyrells, Starks, and Tully, so even if he loses control of the old town now, Layton still doesn't show the slightest panic, because he doesn't think anyone dares to take a huge political risk to attack him and his family.

Feeling the arrogance faintly revealed in the old man's words, Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with a hint of imperceptible mockery, and then replied with a smile: "Ah, that's right, I did cast an interesting spell. Why, will you join me in discussing the mysteries of magic?"

Layton hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, no, please don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to spy on it, I just wanted to confirm it." To tell you the truth, and for some reason, the Hightower family has completely lost the ability to study and study magic in the last hundred years or so, and it is only recently that we have discovered that the mysterious power has returned. ”

"So?" Zhang Cheng deliberately pretended not to care.

"So I hope to get an explanation from you as to why the magic suddenly disappeared and suddenly came back. I believe that with such a powerful spell in your hands, you must not have the power you suddenly obtained, right?" said that, Old Layton crossed his hands on his chest, his face full of excitement and anticipation.

As the number one "otaku" in Westeros, he has spent almost his entire life researching and learning about magic, desperately eager to unravel this question that has plagued him for decades.

Zhang Cheng was a mage and a power-seeker, and he understood the other party's thoughts very well, but he did not give an answer immediately, but asked rhetorically in a playful tone: "Why should I explain? Is it good for me to do this? Earl, you must understand that knowledge is expensive, and if you want to get something, you must exchange it for something of equal value." ”

"Oh, what is something of equal value?" Layton Hightower curled the corners of his mouth confidently.

It is estimated that in his opinion, with the huge wealth accumulated by the Hightower family for thousands of years, no matter how outrageous the price proposed by the other party, he can be satisfied.

"Hehe, it's simple, I think the Tower of Babel is a good equivalent. As long as you agree to give it to me, then I can not only explain the secret of the disappearance of magic, but also tell you about the true purpose of this tower. You know, while you realize that the Tower of Baon is a building for the study and study of magic, you haven't actually used a tenth of its power? And I'm going to show you how amazing this tower really is......"

As the last word fell, Zhang Cheng raised his hand and poured a wave of energy into the flickering wall.

Moment!

The light, which had been slightly dim, suddenly became dazzling, as if some incredible power had been awakened.

Before the people around him could react to what was going on, a surging energy began to gush out from below, lighting up one rune after another of different shapes on the walls.

When the last rune lit up, the blazing fire on the top of the towering tower exploded with a thud, and was replaced by a dark blue crystal the size of a dinghy.

Under the sunlight, there is a constantly flowing mass of mercury liquid in the center of the crystal, it is so deep and charming that anyone who sees it will involuntarily stop all movements, and the expression is dull as if under mind control.

"Damn! you...... What did you do?" Moroya asked in a loud and wary voice.

"Relax, my dear, I didn't do anything but wake up this tower that had been sleeping for an unknown amount of time. Zhang Cheng ignored the guards who drew their long swords and assumed a fighting posture, and explained to himself.

"Wake up?" Moroya keenly grasped a key word.

"Yes! Wake up!" Zhang Cheng nodded without thinking. "Although I don't know if the Tower of Babel was depleted of energy or if the builders closed it on their own initiative, it has been semi-closed all the time, otherwise it could easily have set off storms and tsunamis on its own, and any fleet and soldiers who dared to approach would have been destroyed in an instant. But you, you guys are so stupid to use it as a lighthouse, a fortress. But that's okay, I'll correct this mistake right away. ”

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