Inside the tent, under the light of the torches, the woman looked unusually weak.

His face, which should have been healthy and ruddy, was now as white as bones, his brown hair was disheveled across his forehead, sweat was overflowing from the high fever, and his thin lips were constantly opening and closing, muttering subtle and disorganized words.

[A mortally wounded and dying medieval female aristocrat, aged between 19 and 24; She has received good physical training]

……

Charles stood at the head of the bed, quietly staring at the slender woman on the bed, whose futon was now lifted to reveal her unconcealed upper body, which seemed ambiguous.

It's just that now, even if a person who is greedy for beauty stands here, there will not be the slightest desire to rise.

A blood-red wound cut diagonally into the chest from top to bottom was hideous, from the right shoulder to the end of the chest, it was slashed by a sharp weapon, and a fatal wound was torn.

Although the wound had now been treated with simple sutures and medication by the military doctors, the slowly spilling blood droplets still stained the bed under him a blood-red color.

The smell of blood lingered around her nose, and a short, middle-aged woman stared at her seriously injured daughter on the bed, and her eyelids jumped, and finally she had to look away, turning her head to look at the young man next to her with a worried expression.

"I can't guarantee that I'll be able to save her," Charles frowned at the lady's gaze, "but I might try, but it must be a premise." ”

"What premise?"

"Your daughter will last until tomorrow afternoon."

"......" Lady Maggie wasn't sure, but then she gritted her teeth and nodded.

"She'll be able to!"

"I hope so." Charles took one last look at the badly injured woman on the bed, then turned and walked out of the tent.

Madame Maggie walked out after him, and listened to him, "There must be a price to pay to save her." ”

"At what cost?"

"If you want one person to live, then one person must die."

……

In the darkness of the night, Charles's calm tone sounded rather eerie to Maggie, but she still nodded without hesitation.

"I can die for her!"

"That's not necessary." Seeing the resolute look on her vicissitudes of cheeks, Charles was not in the mood to make any jokes, but said with a straight face: "You only need to find a healthy person, whatever you want." ”

"Enemies?"

"Of course." Charles nodded, "It's better to be a woman, though, I don't think you want your daughter to wake up with a sudden increase in male hormones." ”

"Male hormones?" It was an unfamiliar word, and Maggie thought it should be a special term among the wizarding community, but although she didn't understand it, it wasn't a word when she heard the tone.

So she nodded again: "There is a tribe of female savages in the Mingyue Mountain Range not far away, so I'll take someone to catch one!" ”

"Wait!" Seeing her decisive appearance when she said to leave, Charles hurriedly stopped her and said, "I have to prepare some other things." ”

"Trouble?"

"No trouble."

"I called the squire to listen to your arrangement, time is pressing, I'll catch the wildling!"

"It's okay, but it's a surprise, you'd better get a maester, or my spell won't work......"

"Even if it doesn't work, the Mormonts have nothing but gratitude to Sir Branston!"

"......," she had said, and Charles was reluctant to say anything else, but at last he added.

"Please be told, ma'am, I have no intention of taking advantage of the fire, and I will feel sorry if I can't save Miss Daisy, and if I can save her, ......"

"Mormont will always be loyal to House Stark in the North." Lord Maggie knew what he was afraid of, so he said hoarsely, "But if Daisy survives, then Sir Cranston's enemy is the enemy of the whole Bear Island!" ”

With that, she gave Charles a deep look, then turned to leave.

Looking at her short back as she strode away, Charles was speechless for a long time.

This female lord doesn't feel like a woman at all, but like a gentleman - Teh's pleasure.

"It feels like a firefighter......"

Secretly complaining, Charles did not regret his decision.

Although he probably won't have any problems here with the Stark family's care, it doesn't hurt to gain the friendship of the other lords of the North.

Besides, it's time to practice this spell......

Back in the tent, he first wrote a list and handed it to the attendant sent by Madame Maggie to prepare the list, and then opened the notebook he had with him, and began to memorize some of the pages on it, and from time to time he sketched on the paper.

This behavior continued throughout the night, and in the morning it began again after a hasty meal.

It seems that because of the change in the molting physique last night, Charles feels that he is very energetic, and his energy has always been very full, and he can't see any fatigue at all without sleeping all night.

He was perusing the transformation as he practiced the secret text, and he didn't know what that meant, but for now, it was clearly a good thing.

No one bothered him, because of yesterday's night attack, everything in the camp needed to be restored to its original state, and the lords needed to discuss a counterattack.

Then another day passed, and it was not until the sun went down and the light of dusk came that he suddenly put his pen to paper—not from exhaustion, but when the time had come.

As soon as I put down the quill, a sudden sense of suspension fell under my feet, and then the scenery in front of me changed in an instant.

……

At the same time, in another tent in the camp, a burning bonfire flickered, and then the flames grew weaker and weaker, and finally extinguished completely.

"Can't peep into ......"

The woman in fiery red sighed faintly.

……

Blood for blood is a spell that is quite difficult to learn, originally he was going to pick the easy ones to learn first, and then practice this last, but since this situation is encountered, it is necessary to learn in advance.

This spell is different from other spells in that it requires the preparation of sacrifices, altars, and all sorts of trivial items.

Charles felt that it was more of a ritual than a spell. Although he had never been exposed to ritual magic, he thought it would be no different from blood for blood.

Of course, ritual is not the same as sacrifice, and this spell does not require a sacrifice to anything. The reason is also very simple, it is just to transfer one person's life force into another person's body.

The effect is very easy to understand, but if you want to practice, it is not so easy.

Relying on his memory, which has become more and more powerful since he learned the method, one day and one night is enough time for Charles to memorize the cumbersome secret texts and other symbols in his heart, and now all he lacks is practice.

Like the Curse of Pain, he was going to use the time difference between the shuttle doors to learn the spell and save the woman's life.

This time is destined to be not short.

……

"Is this a retreat for me?"

In front of the door, Charles soaked in the bathtub of the bathroom of the Privet Street residence to relieve the fatigue of the night battle last night, and he suddenly thought of another question.

Because he told the monk that he was "creating", the church did not suspect that Charles was at home all day, but what if the monk was curious and ready to see what he had created?

"Really write a book?" As soon as this idea appeared, he decisively abandoned it.

If he is asked to learn spells, he can't seem to do such a thing as writing a book; Although the memories of his previous life have not dissipated, they are blurry, and he can't do it if he wants to be a copyist.

"Besides, who would put the secretaries of the Earth Age in their heads word for word? It's not intelligent AI. ”

Silently complaining, Charles didn't pay much attention to it.

It's a big deal to find a book in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire and copy it down, although there must be an era gap in terms of content.

But no one has a rule that a "modern" person is not allowed to write classical literature, right?

There's a world behind it, and he's handy in some ways.