The news of the bastard of the Castle of Terror's falling from a coma outside Winterfell quickly spread throughout Winterfell. With the help of the Stark family's "selflessness", he was quickly cured.

However, looking at a certain area of his red and congested blood, Senior Scholar Lu Wen couldn't help but make a difficulty.

No matter how he healed, one of the bastard's limbs could not feel any touch at all, and seemed to have completely lost control of this part.

But the after-effects of this caused him great pain.

Unable to feel an organ, urine is held in the bladder and cannot be released, unless he never drinks water, there is no way to avoid the pain.

"He's not going to be suffocated by urine, is he?"

Looking at the young man who had fallen asleep after drinking poppy milk, the boy who was acting as an assistant asked in a low voice.

"Do your job!"

Maester Luwen reprimanded, but looked at the sleeping bastard on the long table, his eyes full of pity.

It is impossible to say that it is really suffocated, even if it is unconscious, it does not mean that this part has been completely lost. So it's still functional.

It's just that it can't be used by the owner.

In other words, he can unconsciously channel in a coma, or collapse after holding it to the extreme.

However, what this means, you can see it when you think about it.

The best thing to do is to "go the other way".

Just like the castration technique that prevailed in some cities of the Free City-State, Master Luwen had been exposed to this technique in the school city before, and the technique was not very difficult.

It's just that he has never used it, and he doesn't know if it will work.

What's more, even if he could, the Burton family would allow him to do so?

It would be miserable for an illegitimate child to become the sole heir, and if this illegitimate son becomes a eunuch again?

Although the current situation is no different from that of eunuchs, let alone childbirth, it is impossible to even take care of oneself in a normal life.

"Maybe he's offended some big man in the city." Muttering, Maester Leuven sighed. "But if it's true, there's not much I can do in the face of this power."

When an illegitimate child encounters such a situation, it is natural for people to suspect that some "person" did it.

This time alone was nothing, but last time the bastards swore that they were being chased by a dry skeleton.

The Mandalay family also claimed to have "killed" a dead man's bones with a bow and arrow.

One has to wonder if the only one who is capable of doing these things.

It's just that the Charr were in King's Landing at that time, how could they suddenly appear in the North?

Everything seems to be full of fog and unpredictable.

But even if it were, no one would dare to say anything.

……

"I've only saved newly injured people in the past, and I'm not sure I'll succeed if this kind of injury lasts too long."

Outside the bedroom, facing the red-haired Caitlin with an expectant face, Charles cautiously advised.

"So Madame, she'd better not get your hopes up."

"If you can't save him, then Bran is to blame." Caitlin whispered, her face flushed with a little insistence, "But I'm sure Bran won't be this fate!" His future should be on horseback, not on a bed! ”

He really wasn't that fate.

Charles wondered, but it was not easy to say such a thing, so he only nodded, and then stepped into the room.

A man with a lot of money had collapsed at the end of the bed, a prisoner Charles did not know, whom Mrs. Stark had "carefully chosen" for a long time.

As the "patient", Bran was lying on his large bed, covered in bearskin, revealing a twisted spine in his back, slightly tangled.

"Emissary, are you here to save me?" Looking up at the comer, the little boy was full of anticipation for Charles. Under the influence of his mother's ears and eyes for a while, he has more confidence in Charles than in the person concerned.

"Just call me Cranston." Charles smiled at him, then looked down at the wound on his back.

It was obviously a broken vertebrae, and I really don't know how it survived in the humble conditions of the Middle Ages.

For the sake of the three-eyed crow?

"Mom said that you must have an honorific title, otherwise it is very rude." The boy looked at the same thing.

"Then I'll forgive you for your rudeness." Charles said, coming to the prisoner.

This one, unlike the previous ones, was knocked unconscious in a very humane way, but this kind of cover-up had no substantive effect at all.

That is, the difference between being punished blindfolded and being punished with eyes open.

Thinking about it, Charles crouched on the ground, his hands covering the prisoner's head.

One hand can cast spells, but two hands are naturally faster, so Charles "engraved" both hands with inscriptions.

Bran stared curiously at the place where his hand touched the prisoner, at the prisoner that his mother had chosen in front of him. In the low and trivial sound of the incantation, I saw that the other party's body continued to languish and emaciate, and finally his face turned pale as if he had a serious illness, and his body became skinny, and he couldn't help but gasp in a coma

However, to the boy's surprise, he did not become a dry corpse, nor did he become an old man, and it was obvious that he still had life qualities, but he was too weak.

"They say you have to have life as a sacrifice to cast a spell."

"It's just a rumor." Charles replied without blinking, then stood up, his hands churning with green air over the bulge of his back under the boy's apprehensive and expectant gaze.

The green covered and melted into it, and the boy couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan.

Charles, however, only frowned.

If it could be treated, the bulge in front of me would definitely be smoothed out, but now it still looks like it was the same as before.

The life force has made the boy energetic, and the unhealthy color of his skin that had been in bed for a long time has now healed a lot, but his most important injury shows no signs of improvement!

My own guess was correct.

Charles sighed.

This energy can only heal, but it cannot be corrected, and there is no way to deal with some misalignments and long-term injuries that are intertwined.

"How?"

"I'm sorry." Charles shook his head.

Bran's little face was disappointed, but he barely smiled, "It's okay, my mother has already told me in advance, maybe I can only be disabled." ”

"Your end is not in bed." Charles couldn't help but say something, but he didn't say much under the boy's curious gaze.

"Good luck."

Nodding at him, Charles then turned to leave.

Outside the door, seeing Charles walking out, Caitlyn hurriedly asked, "How's it going?" ”

The same words as the son are destined to receive the same reply as the son.

So her face turned pale.

Unlike Stark, she believes in the Seven Gods, and although she doesn't regard Charles as a true god at the moment, she is basically the same, after all, this person not only saved her husband in a dead situation, but even her elderly father can bring him back to life, which is very amazing.

But now, even this being with the means of the gods can't save her son?

Doesn't that mean that Bran really has to lie in bed for the rest of his life?

Thinking of this, she could no longer maintain all the strength of her appearance, and her demeanor was obviously wilted.

Although Caitlin had said that she would be mentally prepared, she still couldn't remain calm in the face of the real facts.

In this regard, Charles did not say anything to comfort him, and this kind of thing does not need to be said by others.

So he walked out the door.

Looking at the hazy mountains to the north of the castle, my mind began to think about my own plan.

With the problem of Deepenburg out of the way, it shouldn't be long before the army returns, and it's time for Charles to talk to Stark about something north of the Wall.

Saving people, drowning gods, illegitimate children...... All this is just a casual thing, and the main thing at the moment is the so-called reality of the world.

Touch it, then open a new shuttle door.

Could that be the path to Earth? Charles didn't know, but he thought there was a chance......

While he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a faint sound in his ears.

Pray.

Charles was used to this, and now that it was broad daylight, he didn't intend to respond.

It was only when he heard the prayer clearly that he changed his mind.

Quickly walked back to his bedroom, then closed his eyes and began his spirit travel.

……

Under the gray world, the golden flame burned out, and everything in front of him had changed greatly.

At his feet was a big fat man in a black robe with broad shoulders, who was now hiding under the corner of the rocks trembling and praying, and after glancing at him, Charles ignored it and looked around.

Surrounded by a camp at the top of a mountain, surrounded by an ancient, low ring wall, with spiked wooden stakes stretched beyond it, goose feathers and snow falling, and the light of torches faintly faint.

The temperature around him was very low, and although Charles couldn't feel the temperature in this state, he could still be sure of it when he saw the snow around him and the climate at this time.

Looking up at the sky, it was gloomy as if under the dark night sky, scattered and dense flying snow rushed in the face.

The snow may look as white as a feather to others, but at this time, it seems to him that it is faintly black.

Hints of the True Eye float past your eyes.

[You are shrouded in the long night of eternal winter, and your seven god marks are completely suppressed]