The atmosphere in the small bedroom in the Mei Ge Building was unusually quiet, and the two boys in the balcony area were staring down at the window in a daze, not speaking for a long time, and the expressions on their faces were all as if they were frightened silly.

They finally looked at each other.

"Why do the drumsticks you brought move?" The brunette boy preemptively asked the other party.

These words made the already shocked blonde boy even more dazed, and he replied dumbfoundedly: "I don't know, it's, it's cooked, but why does it move?" ”

"Is this castle really haunted?" Lan Li said with a deep groan.

Hearing this, Tyrion couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart, and couldn't wait to withdraw his gaze looking out of the window, and at the same time stammered a little, "Yes, do you want to call a guard?" ”

"It's better to do that."

Lan Li nodded, his little face serious: "But I don't think they will believe what we saw." ”

Tyrion nodded in agreement, his face pale.

Then he became a little restless as he sat back in his place, his eyes always glancing at the remaining half of the roasted steer in front of Lan Li, his expression seemed to be full of fear, but there was a curiosity brewing in his eyes.

In this case, Lan Li didn't have the heart to eat more, so he moved a few steps back from the stool, pointed to the food on the table, and said, "This chicken is weird, I think we need to send it to Master Pischer, maybe he can know why its legs move." ”

"I'll just take it out." When the other party heard this, he suddenly said: "Then I'll ask our family's bachelor, Scholar Paisel has been busy with the wedding recently, and he won't have any time to spare." ”

"Okay, but you have to be careful, maybe the remaining half of the chicken will come back to life."

Lan Li kindly reminded.

Tyrion gritted his teeth and nodded, then stood up, and with some trepidation, he picked up his plate and prepared to say goodbye, but Lan Li suddenly thought of something at this moment, so when he sent the other party to the door, he spoke, "I hope the warrior will give you courage, Tyrion." ”

The expression on the other party's face became more serious when he heard this, but his slightly trembling hand suddenly stabilized, and after nodding vigorously at Lan Li, he hurried down the corridor.

Lan Li watched the other party's back disappear thoughtfully, then shook his head and closed the door.

Then his gaze turned to his left wrist.

The cooked chicken thighs just ran away, which seemed to be a point worth studying in the eyes of the little devil, but Lan Li couldn't help but suspect that it was his own sake.

Because he was using a chicken leg with his left hand, and on this left hand, there is a "tattoo" called the Mark of Chaos.

"Chaotic ......"

Frowning and observing the sign on his wrist, Lan Li was not sure what was going on with this thing for a moment, and raised his hand to touch the door and the wall, but nothing special happened.

He was unconsciously in a trance.

The girl's affectionate smile was still vivid, and Lan Li had some questions that she didn't dare to think about before, but now she couldn't help it anymore.

What exactly is a Child of Chaos?

It's a fog of the question.

At first, Lan Li thought that this title meant that Raya had a relationship with him, and that he was chaotic.

Although there are many incomprehensible points in this suspicion, it can barely be explained, after all, according to the original history, a series of actions after he shuttled into the copy did lead that history to another trajectory, which can be called chaos.

And the girl in question, regardless of her appearance or background, seems to be able to catch up with him.

But now looking at his wrist, Lan Li suddenly stopped thinking about it like this.

What exactly is a Child of Chaos?

Is it really your own "child"?

Or is it some other creature of forces that he can't comprehend?

Is the meaning of the children of chaos - the son of chaos, or the children of chaos?

What does the so-called chaos represent?

By extension, the question is, what exactly is a copy of history?

Is it a parallel world?

Or is it a piece of the past in the world in which we live?

……

The innocence of being born was enough to make Lan Li feel strange, although he had consoled himself with the fact that this was a fantasy world, but the appearance of this mark, this mark that did not exist in the system information, made him suddenly feel at a loss.

This so-called reward contrasts with the tone of many rewards that have been given, the eggshell that devours bugs, the resemblance to the appearance of the Dorn, and the talent for writing that can learn even though he doesn't know anything...... All kinds of inconspicuous but crucial clues come to mind one after another.

Apparently Raya can't just be an egg-born freak, the girl who has a lot to do with dragons, and can't just be his "daughter".

So what exactly is she?

What is the so-called right path?

She's ...... now. What's going on?

He stood there in thought for a while, his face cloudy, and he finally sighed, feeling that his thoughts were a mess, so he tried not to think about these things, but his eyes could not help but sweep to the books in the corner of the balcony.

After a moment's pause, the black-haired boy walked over and put it back on the table, then sat down on a chair on the balcony, looking out at the castle and the sea outside the balcony, feeling familiar and strange.

Lan Li was not in a good mood, but it wasn't because of those problems.

After experiencing the reincarnation and shuttle dungeons, he is actually used to many questions that he can't understand, and he doesn't have the kind of idea that he has to figure it out, after all, he knows too little things, and he can't figure it out when he is blind.

He just regretted that he left in such a hurry that he didn't have time to say goodbye.

……

The next time Tyrion was seen was on the morning after the Chicken Thighs Event, on the day of Robert and Cersei's wedding.

Because he entered the copy in the gap before his brother's wedding, and even as soon as he came out, Lan Li didn't have the slightest time to rest and relax, nor did he have much time to study a few of his new abilities, but had to devote himself to various busy events.

At this time, King's Landing was bustling with the common people talking about the wedding that was about to start today, and the noble lords were busy wearing various modest dresses and dresses under the service of their servants, and preparing their own congratulatory gifts.

His Majesty Robert's wedding took place in St. Baelor's Cathedral at the top of the Visenia Hills in the city, but on the eve of the event, a breakfast feast was held in the Red Keep.

The feast was attended by the newlyweds' families and their respective lords and knights, who presented gifts to the king, fine jewels, ornate sashes, golden spurs of pure gold, and daggers of all kinds.

The new king was crowned not long ago, but his hobby was already widely circulated. Baratheon was especially fond of collecting daggers, so the presence of this thing in the gift was very large.

Although Lan Li is small, he also wants to send a congratulatory gift, he originally thought that he would rummage through his "trash can" and find some random things to send and it would be over, after all, no one would care what he sent.

However, the palace governor took the lead in thinking about this for him, so the gift given by Lan Li became a pure gold cloak buckle, which was not very expensive, but it was not cheap.

However, gift-giving is not the only thing Blue Gift has to do today.

The middle-aged court steward with a big nose was nagging in his ear at this time, constantly telling the boy about the tasks of the next wedding.

Actually, it's nothing, it's just a cloak for a cheap guy, and a flower boy for the newlyweds.

It's just that even if it's so simple, the royal housekeeper still doesn't seem to be very reassured, and Lan Li is quite impatient to listen to it.

So when he saw Tyrion in the midst of a crowd of blonde Lannisters, he suddenly strode towards the other person's place, ignoring the nagging butler behind him who treated him like a three-year-old.

"Good morning, Tyrion."

As he approached, he greeted the other party, and the well-dressed ugly boy returned the salute with a clear look, and then after negotiating with a blonde man holding his hand, he ran to the corner of the breakfast banquet with Lan Li.

For some reason, the little Lannister devil looks a little wilted

Lan Li asked curiously, so the Duke of Tywin, who was talking to His Majesty the King not far away, replied in a low voice, "Father took that chicken to feed the dogs." ”

His tone was gloomy.

"Why?"

"Because he said that when I saw the chicken, it was like a beggar seeing a golden dragon."

"Didn't you send that chicken to your bachelor?"

Lan Li asked "strangely".

"I originally wanted to send it, but then I wanted to see if it would come back to life, so I didn't send it."

Tyrion said, as if he was afraid that Lan Li would blame him for not counting, so he changed the subject and said, "Later, my father found out, and then, and then I talked to him a few words. ”

It seems that the last chicken leg incident has brought them closer, and the little guy in front of him looks a little more cheerful, but also quite depressed.

As he spoke, he glanced at the balding middle-aged duke's father, apparently unfazed by the situation he had faced.

Seeing his cowardly appearance, Lan Li couldn't believe that he would talk back to his elders, which made him unconsciously think of what he said to the other party when he was separated yesterday, so he couldn't help but ask, "Why talk back?" Did he go too far? ”

"It's not too ......"

The other party hesitated and said, "Father just wanted me to throw that chicken away, and I didn't want to, so he ordered me to do it, and then I ...... I didn't want to talk back, but I just couldn't hold back. ”