"Ghost Grass, Nightshade Tree Leaves, Lizard Tail, Aconite Grass, Sweet Sleeping Flower, Black Lotus Root, ......"

……

Remembering the names of various items densely packed on the paper, Guillen couldn't help but look at the "young man" in front of him: "My lord, many of the materials you need are not available in Westeros." ”

Born into a family of shoemakers, Gillen was one of the few literate members of the 500 private soldiers, so Charles was willing to ask him for anything.

"Look for it slowly, don't be in a hurry." The other party replied. "You can focus on contacting the bachelors of each castle, and there are a lot of materials that they may have."

"Okay." Gillen nodded in reply, then thought about it, and couldn't help but say, "Can I negotiate with that Lannister?" ”

"Lannister?" Charles raised an eyebrow.

Ji Lun hurriedly said: "In your name, he just told us that there will be a certain price to pay for any more people who ask for help, so they need our assistance, and I want to ask you for advice on this." ”

It hasn't been a while since he left, but he's moving pretty fast?

Charles was secretly surprised, but he had agreed to it before, so he nodded without much hesitation.

"Yes."

……

The short man of the Lannister family thinks that Charles' abilities are a very large "resource", and it is a waste to give them away like this, so after obtaining Charles' consent, he can't wait to bring it up.

After thinking about it for a while, Charles didn't refuse. Although there is nothing in this world that he particularly wants, there is still a need.

For example, gold, for example, for curiosities, for example, all kinds of materials needed right now.

It would be very difficult for him to collect these by himself, but if he asked the entire northern realm to collect them for him, it would be much less difficult.

So Charles finally agreed to his proposal.

Anyway, the other party took the initiative to ask for help, and he didn't need to worry about it, so why not do it.

Watching the guards leave, Charref looked at the few remaining patterns on the desk.

A few eye-shaped line patterns.

The Eye of Fate, that's the name of these lines, or the humble magic array.

It works by creating hallucinations, just like the ones Daenerys saw.

Hallucinations alone are nothing, as this thing is difficult to arrange and requires all kinds of materials, which will not help Charr much.

But if memory serves, Daenerys' hallucinations seem to have hooked up memories in her mind.

So does it mean that if it can take effect, the charr can also be recalled?

His memories are not much, but his memories are ......

The content recorded in the book related to dream weaving was particularly difficult, and he even couldn't figure out many things at all, and his knowledge reserve was not enough, so it was estimated that he would definitely not be able to practice for a while and a half.

So in order to find a way to be promoted as soon as possible, he had to think of other ways, and now there is one.

In fact, it's not impossible.

"Just need to try."

Muttering, Charles then left the room.

Personal strength is important, but the current situation is just as important to the strange spirits south of the Great Wall.

It's a very strong thing, capable of bringing the Long Night and countless ghouls back to life to form a difficult army of the undead.

But it's also weak when it says things - it's hilarious that a strange man was stabbed to death with a dagger by a fat man who was as timid as a mouse.

The Elder's fluctuating powers are very puzzling, and Charles is curious about its true origin and abilities.

So while there was nothing going on at the moment, he was going to look for information about this.

He had planned to look for it when he first came here, but he didn't make it because of Daenerys' call.

Now that the harvest has been processed, there is nothing to do, so it is time to check the information.

And what better place to know about the Stranger than the library here?

……

Unfortunately, he took this for granted.

When he arrived in the dark basement called the library, which was actually the same as the cellar, he didn't see any information about the strangers, not even many books.

There are only a few Codex and diaries of the Rangers, which seem to be laborious and mostly disorganized.

"Very few of the night watchmen are literate."

Supported by the attendants, the blind Maester Aemon explained tremblingly, "If you have the chance, you can go to the Old Town, which is the place with the most complete collection of books in the whole of Westeros. ”

This is a bachelor sent by the school city to serve the Great Wall, and he has been "serving" here for decades, and belongs to the most respected existence in Castle Black.

The old man was over a hundred years old, and to be honest, he was a little embarrassed to bother this Charles, but no one here knew about it except him.

"That's probably going to have to take a while." Faced with the old bachelor's words, Charles replied. Secretly, something suddenly came to mind.

With the ability to respond to calls granted by the Scepter, he can travel anywhere, from the Vale, West, Dorne, Realms, and even beyond Westeros.

But why hadn't he ever heard prayers from the heart of the Seven Gods of Westeros, the place called Old Town, which essentially belonged to the entire Westeros Seven?

"It shouldn't be."

If he didn't mention it today, he hadn't thought about it carefully, but when he thought about it like this, he felt that something was abnormal.

It's a pity that no one seems to be able to explain this question except for exploring it myself.

After all, things about "gods" are not something that anyone can know, and even Charles thinks that the whole of Westeros knows about the three-eyed crow and the inexplicable drowning god.

The red-robed woman may not know that she is a pseudo-god and pseudo-god all day long, but she has never said what kind of pseudo-god method it is.

Puzzled, he thanked the old bachelor and left, preparing to return to his bedroom.

However, when he returned there, something unexpected happened in front of him.

The crowd gathered around the door of his room, and as far as the eye could see, the door was open, and the chaotic sound of the room sounded, accompanied by vomiting and terrible screams, so that the place quickly attracted everyone's attention.

The stench was in the air, and Charles vaguely guessed something, so he stepped forward, "What's the matter?" ”

"Great, sir." The gray-clothed guard from the Horror Castle stammered: "They, they climbed through the window to get in, not the main entrance!" ”

He seems to be "clearing his name", but he doesn't have the heart to say much about the current situation.

But he didn't need to say anything, everything was very obvious.

When he entered the room, he saw a puddle of humanoid carrion slumping in front of his bookshelf, dressed in the black robe of the Night's Watch, his face was completely festered and soft, his eyes were sunken a lot, and his whole body seemed to be boneless, his whole body was festering and pus, and he was crawling with maggots.

Glancing at his hand, sure enough, there was a book he was clutching

"I'm sorry sir, we didn't keep the door." There was a guard whispering an announcement, his voice full of panic.

"It's okay, these people are already more familiar with this place than you are." Charles replied, then looked at the other screamer.

Unlike his companions, this one was much luckier, but his gray eyes, without pupils, spoke silently of what had happened to him.

He was being crushed against the stone wall by two skinning guards, crying and screaming in the face of violence.

"Please let me go, please let me go, I won't dare anymore, I won't dare again!"

"Adult ......"

"It's hopeless, take him away." Charles replied, and the guards dragged him away, ignoring the other party's wailings.

Apparently the two men were very curious about the wizard's secrets, so they had the audacity to steal the book, only to encounter a curse on the book.

Charles can only say that he deserves it.

He was so relieved to keep these books here, not just because others couldn't read them.

In a sense, these books are much more dangerous than he is.

Shaking his head, seeing that the room was quickly cleaned up by the guards, he put this matter behind him in a blink of an eye, walked out of the room, raised his eyebrows, and the two books on the ground floated back to the shelves, and under the awe-inspiring eyes of the guards, the door also closed "automatically".

Charles was about to leave the place and wait for the stench to dissipate, when a loud bell rang outside.

One of the guards hurried out of the tower to inquire about the situation, and soon after, he hurried back, his expression slightly solemn.

"My lord, it's a wild man."

"Savages?" Charles's mind moved, and he hurriedly asked, "How much?" ”

"They say all." The guard hurriedly replied.