It was the first time Charles had seen an acquaintance in such an incubation scene.

Brown-haired, horse-faced, tall and straight, with a dignified face, it is Charr's "good partner" in A Song of Ice and Fire, Duke Stark of the North.

It's just that in the picture, the duke is more embarrassed.

He was holding a frantically struggling child in his arms, his face flushed, and the muscles of his arms were bulging, very hard, but they seemed to be shaking.

The boy in his arms looked quite similar to him, and he thought that he belonged to his heir.

The rest of the Stark family was all around, including the long-faced girl Arya, and other lords and nobles who had seen or had not seen them, gathered around - they seemed to be throwing a banquet.

Only now, after the boy in the gray wolf's cloak suddenly went crazy, the banquet had to come to an abrupt end.

Candles burned on the chandelier in the dome, the fangs of the children with hideous faces were exposed, the bound fingernails grew wildly, and the strength in the short and thin body was surprisingly great, causing the people around them to let out a burst of exclamations.

It was only when Ed suddenly punched him in the back of the head that the boy's struggle stopped.

He was knocked unconscious.

The scene ends with Charles holding his palm off the page and looking down at the text written on it, and the stick figure that wraps it in it.

"Werewolves?"

"The Stark family is said to have the blood of the wolf."

Charles touched his chin: "Who is that little guy?" I want to think about it...... Rickon. Stark? ”

The son of a dignified duke turned into a monster, and it felt like another world was a bit chaotic.

But Charles wasn't too worried.

His Book of Roots can plant monster seeds, and naturally they can also be "pulled" out, or closed.

If it's too messy, it's a one-size-fits-all approach.

So he dismissively put his worries behind him.

The carriage for the return of the church staggered, and young men sat in their seats, holding a book in their hands.

In the seat next to him were two books as well, one called the Seal of Piety and the other called Will to Arms.

Of course, these are two spell books, the first of which is the same as the name, which is the seal of piety that Bai gave and is said to be difficult to practice.

And the second one is one that he spent 30 contribution points to exchange, a more unique magic - activating weapons.

It has the effect of allowing weapons to attack automatically, without the need for manual action by the caster.

This spell is very interesting, and it probably doesn't seem like much in the Overworld, but if you put it in a modern world like evil forces, it can be described as a big killer.

Of course, it's useless to talk about killing weapons or not killing weapons now, Charles has just gotten his hands and hasn't started practicing, and it's not clear when the promotion of the shuttle door will be completed.

At the moment, the interesting spells for Charles are not as interesting as those from the monster seeds.

So he touched his palm on another page called Onomatopoeia.

The image flashed in my mind again. This time the scene was more harmonious, and it could even be said that the harmony was too much.

In the palatial hall, countless glamorous wealthy merchants and nobles were scattered around, holding up and down the hands of a young woman in a revealing dress and wearing a light veil, and some even let go, doing things in front of the public on the spot.

The scene is comparable to the reed scene.

A green-haired parrot crouched near a certain scene, staring at the movements of the man and woman without blinking.

The pointed mouth opened and closed with a sudden strange sound.

"Poof, poof, poof, poof......"

The sound of a human fart coming out of its sharp mouth was louder, making the surrounding atmosphere inexplicably ease, and people gradually hesitated, looking at each other, inexplicably looking very embarrassed.

"Shit, who's farting?" Someone glanced around in annoyance.

No one responded, and the clever green-haired parrot appropriately shifted its gaze and whistled as if nothing had happened.

……

The third scene is much more normal than normal, stationed in the military camp in the field, a scruffy red-robed monk was sitting around the fire eating meat and drinking wine with his friends, but strange blue lines suddenly appeared on his body.

It seemed painful, and the monk collapsed and wailed with trembling bodies.

A one-eyed knight beside him was busy helping him, but when he touched the other person's body, he inexplicably passed out, causing panic among the people around him.

It doesn't seem to be anything special, but the monster information recorded on this page is nothing else, but the lamp god that Charles once looked forward to.

The god of lights can plunge a target into a deep illusion, which only takes a few days in reality, and can almost spend a lifetime in the environment.

Huangliang is a dream, a dream of spring and autumn, and even through rebirth.

Many of the stories in my memory can be matched with them.

However, for Charles now, he was just curious if the birth of this monster could help him learn his dream ability.

It's just that when he turns to the last page of the monster page that was born, this curiosity is directly left behind by him.

The picture on the last page is very simple, during the horse riding practice in the court field, a large black horse suddenly burned a large amount of blue flames, directly burning a well-dressed young man on its back on the spot.

It's not simply its ethnicity -

Nightmare Beast.

……

After the image disappears, looking at the image of a horse made of blue flames on the page, Charles has the urge to summon it on the spot and observe it.

It's just that he hasn't returned to the manor yet, so he can only give up in the end.

"Originally, I thought that I would have a means of transportation after learning the ability of petrified horses, but now it seems that I don't need to spend that effort."

He muttered, helpless at the constant rush of another world.

Although there have been many things to encounter in the Overworld during this time, Charles has not forgotten his journey in the other world.

The forest that couldn't see the edge of the forest was annoying to him.

"Anyway, in the evil force, the Nightmare Beast can be transformed into a car, isn't it a bit degraded to become a horse?"

This is an important question, and Charles feels that no matter how fast a horse runs, it is impossible to outrun a car.

And riding a horse in the ancient world is nothing, but if it becomes the modern world, that person is driving around in a car, and what is the matter with him riding a horse.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if he's a horse or not, it's better than nothing."

……

Charles was a little impatient for the monster seed to finally find a means of transportation, so when he returned to the manor to feel if there was anything unusual around him, he quickly rushed into another world.

However, when he summoned the nightmare, he couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.

The nightmare is not a horse, but a fire.

A blue fire.