After taking a deep breath, the cold feeling penetrated through his heart, and Charles walked out of the woods to the noisy camp in the night.

It was already dark, and the campfires were lit one after another in the huge procession, the bright light wafting obscure smoke in the night, and the pungent and reassuring smell of burning pine.

Not far away, the huge lake rippled in the light of the campfire, and the naked eye could see the dark shadows of some fish hovering under the water, as if attracted by the light, or perhaps because the food was attracted by the light.

Not only the fish, but the firelight attracted a lot of attention, the trivial wind in the forest, the crows falling on the branches, the wolf howling in the distance, and the occasional insect chirping under the grass......

Unknown birds hovered over the huge lake called the Lake of God's Eye, chirping crisply, and groups of soldiers sat around the campfire, gathering to talk about the scenes, and the laughter never stopped—no one in the army cared much about the horrors of the night, and the attention it could draw.

"It is said that there is an island in this lake called Qianmian Island, and a group of green people live on the island, they can predict the future, and they can talk to animals."

When he returned to the camp, the Duke of Bolton still clinging to his leech-sucking suit, sat around the campfire, and chatted with Charles as if chatting with Charles as he placed the soft, brownish-black "worm" from a silver plate in his hand.

"That group of people may have a common topic with you."

"I don't think so." "I've always disliked people who talk to gods, and I've never had anything in common with them. ”

He was clearly referring to a woman in a red robe, and Bolton glanced at a certain part of the camp with his pale gray eyes.

"Lady Melisandre is indeed acting mysteriously, but I don't think she has any ill will towards you."

"If her malice could be seen casually, then I wouldn't be so jealous of her." Charles retorted secretly, but on the surface he just nodded noncommittally.

Seeing this, Bolton lowered his head and poked the wet leeches in the silver plate with his fingers, and then said in a sincere tone, "Do you want one from Sir Cranston?" These little things work well. ”

"No, I don't believe that."

"It's a pity." Sighing as if "everyone is drunk and I'm sober", Bolton reached out and grabbed a leech and put it on his face, the cool and soft touch made him sigh in relief.

It seems that because he left the sight of the "leader", he let himself go a little bit, and he had to come to such a show every day when he camped.

Charles thinks he looks very perverted, so he stands up.

"You're busy first, I'm going back to reading."

"See you tomorrow." Burton responded, sitting on a stool with his face up, as if he were applying a mask.

……

When he returned to his tent, he opened the "door" and the first thing he saw was a fresh corpse.

Lying on the dirt not far from the bed, dressed in linen, barefoot, bald head, and calloused limbs, this is a farmer.

Medieval peasants.

Although Luce. Bolton has all sorts of quirks, but in some ways he is very cooperative with Charles, such as this corpse.

Judging by the wounds, this one may have been stabbed to death by a robber, or it could have been someone else, but when they reached the ruins of the hotel by the lake, they saw many similar corpses.

There were no armed people around, but strangely enough, the corpses were very fresh from the outside.

"It could have been done by a hired rider." Lustbolton guessed this, did not take it seriously, and with a wave of his hand, let the soldiers carry the body to the camp of the Charles.

Very interesting.

"It's just a bit perverted, and it seems to be very cold-blooded......" Thinking aimlessly, Charles casually took out the skull pendant, crouched down and was about to cast a spell, but he saw an abnormal black shadow outside the tent.

The black shadow that shrouded the surface of the tent moved slightly in the firelight, spreading in a trance, and it looked quite terrifying.

Seeing this kind of thing at night, ordinary people would probably be taken aback, but Charles just scolded impatiently.

So he walked out of the tent quickly, and came to him before the black shadow had time to run away, and then gritted his teeth and said, "I told you a hundred and eighty times, don't come to peep again, why don't you listen?" ”

"Let's go, let's go, don't be like me, a bad old man, I'll go." Seeing his annoyed expression, the black shadow hurriedly bowed his waist, and then turned his head to leave.

This is not someone else, it is the old man Cobain. During this time, he has been pestering Charles, because he was rejected by Charles, and now it has developed to the stage of voyeurism.

"Wait!"

The old man turned his head very decisively and very skillfully and walked away, but Charles suddenly stopped him, and then, under the puzzled gaze of the old man Cobain, he walked into the tent, and then took out a thick parchment.

Shoved the book into the old man's arms, and looked at the "thin" cloaked man who followed his buttocks, the young man said coldly: "Don't come to me again, understand? ”

"Understand, I'll go here and now." Repeating what he had just said, he was about to leave, but his sleeve was pulled by the young man.

"I'm serious, if you come to me again......"

Seeing his cold appearance, the old man blinked, and realized that this person was probably serious. So the smile on his face retracted. He looked at Charles quietly, as if he could see his heart clearly, and as if he was seriously looking at this young man who was old enough to be his grandson.

After a while, the old man said in a low and hoarse tone, "Don't try to struggle in vain, Lord Wizard, we are the same kind of people. ”

"You shit." Charles laughed angrily.

No matter how disgusted he was, it was impossible for him to be so rude to an old man who could be his grandfather

But this man is annoying enough.

Since the first meeting on that day, this guy not only did not hide far away, but would come to the door every day, or ask this and that, or simply ask questions like a leper dog.

I don't care at all about being damaged by the weirdness of yin and yang, but I do what I have to do. The thickness of the dough is beyond the ordinary.

This was the case when he was in Luanhe City, and the same was true when he left Luanhe City and kept hurrying, and it was not clear whether he really had nothing to do and went around Xia Er as a whole, or if he regarded circling around Xia Er all day as the main thing.

Along the way, apart from the problem of butts, this cheeky old man is the most disgusting, but no matter how Charles drives him, he doesn't take it seriously at all.

"If you can give up these meaningless thoughts, then I believe you will be more than what you are doing."

"But it doesn't matter, all of you will inevitably have some childish ideas when you are young, and when you mature, sooner or later you will forget about those useless ideas."

"So, we're one kind, Lord Wizard."

……

Charles looked at him quietly, as if trying to find traces of hypocrisy on his face, but after staring at him for a long time, he didn't notice anything unnatural, but only a serious and sincere face.

Sincere?

Charles suddenly laughed.

"Well, to prove that I'm not the same kind of person as you." As he spoke, he pulled down the necklace of the cross that he wore around his neck, which had been ignored for a long time. In the end, under the dull gaze of the old man Cobain, Charles, who should have belonged to the ranks of dark wizards, actually looked full of a sense of sacredness!

A high-pitched and majestic incantation sounded, and light flickered out of the night, wrapping around the thin figure behind the old man's buttocks, the smell of burnt smell emanated, the cloak spontaneously combusted, and finally, without the slightest accident, the white bone skeleton made by Charles himself was destroyed by his own hands.

The dry bones were charred and blackened, quietly piling up on the dirt floor, crackling like firewood under the heat residue, and mushy smoke rising with it.

Charles looked at the old man Cobain in front of him.

Once again, however, things went beyond his expectations.

Seeing the dry bones turn into a pile of powder and the burning cloak piled up together, the old man Cobain not only did not have the slightest fear or anger, but burst into tears.

"When I was younger, I was very fond of white magic, and it wasn't until I got older that I began to be in awe of death."

"Wizard, you're ...... You ......" he looked excited, like a child watching his favorite "cartoon".

"Seems to have had the opposite effect?" Charles was stunned, then frowned, "Why are you so annoying?" Stop following me, I don't like you at all, understand? ”

The cruel and straightforward words pierced into his heart like a blade, and the old man's face was stunned with excitement, and then he sighed.

"Yes, who can like me like that? Who would want to be what I am now? ”

"First parents, friends, loved ones, then children, and finally their turn." The old man smiled reluctantly.

"Every time the sun sets, I think I'm a year older. Whenever night falls, I am always unwilling to fall asleep, for fear that I will never wake up again the next day. ”

"I thought, since white magic can't save us, then black magic?"

"But...... You're still young, how can you understand. ”

……

Intermittently and babblingly, the old man turned away tremblingly, and his eyelids jumped as Charles looked at his lonely back.

"He wasn't lying."

A word suddenly came from his ears, and Charles turned his head to look, and the figure of the red-robed woman walking out of the darkness came into view.

"But his words and actions are purposeful and misleading." Gazing at Cobain's distant figure, Melisandre smiled softly, "Young people are always prone to finding weaknesses and taking advantage of them. ”

As she spoke, she looked closely at Charles' cheeks with her rosy eyes, not blinking.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Charles was puzzled by this.

"I foresaw the crisis from the flames." Melisandre said in a trance, "The crisis of King's Landing." ”

"What's in danger in King's Landing?" Charles was even more confused when he heard this. Or rather, what does it matter to him?

"No, it's not King's Landing, it's about you."

Melisandre then cleared the young man's doubts, but the answer was obviously not very good.

"Burning braziers, spell-casting wizards, demonic whispers, and charred flesh ......"

Muttering in an ethereal tone, the red-robed woman gave Charles a deep look, then turned to leave.

"Burning braziers, spell-casting wizards, demonic whispers, and charred flesh?"

Looking at her departing back, Charles' brows furrowed.

"What do you mean?"

No one could answer him, as if the red-robed woman had come here to say such a thing. This is a god's chatter.

So he finally snorted and turned to enter the room. Looking at the corpse of the farmer in front of him, and leaving all the trivial matters behind, he pulled out his skull pendant again and finished what he had left unfinished.

A gloomy incantation appeared on the lips that gently opened and closed, and the candlelight in the tent seemed to flicker.

After a while, when the spell stopped, Charles put away the pendant, crouched down, opened the eyelids of the corpse with his thumb, looked at it, and suddenly asked, "Do you think they are ridiculous?" ”

The corpse's pupils that had spread from death didn't move, but its mouth grinned, "That's right. ”