In the gloomy basement, a man and a woman stood in the corner, staring at the unconscious man tied to a stake in front of him, talking in a low voice. Under the dim kerosene light, the shadows of the two were dragged against the wall, distorting and spreading to become old.

"You need to torture him fiercely, make him become a resentful spirit after death, make him full of resentment towards you and the world, the more the better, the more powerful it is."

"Then, say the incantation, recite it, and the wraith will kill anyone you want, commoner or noble. Of course, the premise is that you have the hair or personal belongings you want to target. ”

"But there's a crucial point to this spell......"

Patiently listening to her lover's explanation without the slightest emotion, her emerald green eyes quietly stared at the middle-aged gentleman in front of her who had been knocked unconscious, and the woman said with a little sadness: "Will we be punished for doing this?" ”

"Retribution? The church, you say? Seeing the woman nod, the man smiled dumbly.

"Trust my dear, the Church is not as strong as you think, they are too much energy held back by the colonies and the Old World, and they are no longer able to control the overall situation."

"And, when our plan is complete, the church won't have to worry about it......"

……

The clear dreams became more and more hazy and blurry as the early morning light brightened, and finally slowly dissipated.

The faint scent of daffodils at the bedside, the soft velvet quilt covering the body, and the burnt smell of burnt firewood left after the fireplace burning not far away, everything quietly surfaced in the bottom of my heart, stirring and expelling the tiredness that was unwilling to go away.

Eventually, Charles opened his eyes to reveal a ceiling carved with murals of the gods, in the style of the Middle World.

"These two again?"

Staring at the sky for a long time, his mind gradually became active, lying on the bed and thinking about the dream of last night, Charles was thoughtful.

"I dreamed of them one after another, this can't be an accident, what is the situation?"

Because he was not aware of something that had happened, Charles was very inexplicable about what was happening now.

"If there's anything out of the ordinary, the Eye of Knowing should have a hint, then...... Is it really accidental? ”

"But why is that spell so clear in the dream?"

Confused, Charles got out of bed a little absent-mindedly, dressed and washed, and after finishing the trivialities, he came to the window and watched the situation in the castle outside the Prime Minister's Tower, but his mind was still thinking about his dream.

Every time he dreamed during this time, he would dream of the man and the woman, chatting, intimacy, walking, rolling the sheets......

At first, Charles thought that he might be in "estrus", so he always dreamed of this kind of dog-sprinkling scene. However, as the number of times increased, he finally sensed that something was wrong.

"There must be something going on that I don't know about."

Turning his head to look at himself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, Charles was secretly determined.

Those boring scenes in the past were just that, and now I actually dreamed of necromancy?

And it wasn't the kind of spell that was made up, and he could clearly remember the secret text it contained, the steps required, and every point of it.

If this was really accidental, then Charles would have begun to wonder when he was so powerful that he could "create his own spells".

"It's a pity that this spell is too cruel to experiment." Thinking back to the spell called the Wraith Death Curse that came to mind, Charles secretly felt a little regretful, but he didn't dwell too much on it.

And the dream, left and right, he couldn't figure it out, and he forgot about it in a blink of an eye.

So he began to tidy up the room for some of the mess left over from last night.

But don't get me wrong, it's not some kind of, it's a conversation and discussion between a few bad old men and a half-grown teenager.

Marwin, a doctor from the school city, was born in a poor family in the old town, but he was very lucky, since he was a child, he was valued by a school city bachelor and accepted by his side as an attendant, which also gave him the capital and channels to climb up.

That's not the point, the point is that this old doctor named Malvin is very knowledgeable about the magic of this world.

He claims to have traveled the entire world, from Westeros at home, to Essos across the Narrow Sea, to Thross farther away, and to the unknown lands of the known world.

Blood magic, divination, curses...... The shadows of another continent are said to still be teeming with supernatural powers.

The cloudy ruins of the mysterious fall of the legendary Valyrian dynasty, the legendary ice dragon of the Far North, the distant and mysterious Golden Celestial Empire, and a group of eerie wizards and immortals who seem to be immortal in a city called Quells......

Talking to him, Charles was an eye-opener, he originally thought that the magic of this world was basically extinct, but he didn't expect that there were so many hidden things.

"But in Westeros, the traces of magic have indeed disappeared for countless years, and it is a miracle that you can show this power again, I have to say."

Dr. Malwyn was puzzled, but Charles didn't mean to explain it to him.

After so much fumbling, he had already guessed that he could cast spells here. The power of magic is not evident, but it is not absent, it has only become more secretive, weaker, and more difficult to communicate.

But again, can a rickshaw be compared to a diesel engine?

The charr, who can use spiritual incantations, is that engine.

To make a very apt analogy, these local magicians belong to the sweaty cart pullers of the old society, who work hard but can't make a lot of money, while Charles drives his own motorized tricycle in a good way.

Whether it is in operation or difficulty, the two cannot be compared at all.

"But it seems that there are signs of a resurgence of magic in this world?"

Thinking about what he had heard last night, Charles suddenly thought of another thing.

"This man is old, and he has come out of all kinds of diseases, I have been unwell lately, and I am going to return to my hometown to recuperate for a while, and it is a coincidence that Dr. Malwyn has come to replace my position and mission in King's Landing." The trembling words of Fellow Paischer came to mind, and at the same time as the words of another man appeared.

"This old sheep doesn't look sick, I've even seen him visit a brothel in King's Landing before."

Old man Cobain's disdainful whisper flashed through his mind, but Charles felt worse about him, so he didn't pay much attention to him.

Charles didn't think about it at the time, but in retrospect, he had a vague feeling that the scholar might have lied.

"Fleeing the war? Still is? ”

It seemed like it was just a small episode, and Charles didn't think much about it before starting a new day of spell training.

At this time, he basically learned the spells in his notebook, and the spells in his dream last night, even the dark wizard Charles was stunned, and he didn't have the slightest idea of practicing.

But that doesn't mean he has nothing to do at this time.

The secret text he exchanged for Long Jing hadn't learned yet, and he planned to focus on this during this time.

"It's just that the scepter is really confusing."

While opening the booklet and writing as he continued to write, Charles was still thinking about an object he had "accidentally" obtained.

Compared to practicing the flame protection secret text that seemed to be of little use to his subordinates, he was more curious about what the scepter obtained in the tomb next to the dragon's lair was.

It's a pity that research has come and gone, and nothing useful has been studied.

But every time I hold it in my hand, I can hear different voices, men and women, old and young.

Miraculously, the source of this sound is not just King's Landing

Old Town, Dorne, Valley Floor, and even the North, that thing uses the cult of the Seven Gods to seem to connect the entire continent of Westeros.

But he could not use this power to get any help other than to hear prayers, and what was the use of listening to prayers alone?

"Eavesdropping" on the various little secrets revealed by the true feelings of the believers when they repent?

It's interesting to listen to this kind of thing once in a while, but it's annoying to listen to it too much.

"So it's really a church artifact? Filled with light or the power of faith? I can hear the prayers of the believers of the Seven Gods, but I am the dark wizard who got it? ”

"This kind of thing would run into the hands of a dark wizard on its own initiative?"

This is a bit ridiculous, but it doesn't seem unreasonable to think about your ghostly façade......

It's just funny, but the confusion about that thing is still undiminished.

For example, the attraction that drew him to an old monk, such as the mysterious voice he had encountered, such as the special ability to make people confess their sins when he was in the dragon's lair, such as the seven-pointed star that once appeared in the palm of his hand, or the sneaky things that happened when he recited the incantation of the dead......

There were countless questions worth exploring, but looking through the books of the Red Keep, he couldn't find any references to the scepter.

"Is there really no history? Or is there no historical record, or is there a record but I haven't found it? ”

Just as Charles was thinking in a mess, there was a sudden loud sound of horns outside the castle, which was loud but a little hasty, and Charles hurriedly got up and went to the window, looked up, and couldn't help but look stunned.

Standing in the towering minaret, looking from afar, a black "long line" comes into view at the hazy horizon outside the city

Over time, the long line gradually expanded, and eventually evolved into dense patches of black shadows.

Certain features also loom into view.

That's Lan Li. Baratheon's army.