[An old man named Cobain, his age is between 55-65 years old]

[He is panting a little heavily, and he may have a little tracheal disease]

[He seems to be in a good mood]

……

The flow of information kept flashing, and at the gate of the school yard full of corpses, a hunchbacked old man dressed in a gray robe with gray hair with gray hair hurriedly walked in under the guidance of the soldiers.

"Hello, Lord Cranston." When greeting, he looked at Charles with his slightly cloudy blue eyes, especially the fly-headed words all over Charles's skin, his eyes contained a strong color of curiosity, and his tone was unusually polite.

"Hello, old man." Charles nodded at him as well, and after glancing at him, he was about to ask him what he was looking for, when a strange fierce face suddenly appeared on his cheeks, and after a raised roar, Fu was dragged back again.

Things happened quickly, but because of the location, it was obviously impossible to hide from the old man in front of him.

This can't help but make Charles's face a little dark, it's just alone, now that there are other people here, that thing is so dishonest?

He paid attention to the look of the old man opposite, but surprisingly, the old man was not frightened after being "fierce", but was full of joy.

"I didn't find any ghosts in Harrenhal, but I really saw it in you, and souls do exist! The grey sheep have been denying this, and that's just their ignorance! ”

The old man's face was full of excitement, and his tone seemed to be more polite than just now.

"Grey sheep?" Charles was not familiar with him, and could even be said to be completely unfamiliar, so that he was a little puzzled by his words at this time.

Anyway, what is this looking for him for?

"The flock of sheep in gray robes in Xuecheng are no different from ordinary people, the same ignorant and stupid, low-level animals."

The old man said nonchalantly, his tone was calm, but he couldn't hide his disdain for the "gray sheep" in his words.

The school city is a holy place of knowledge in Westeros, located in the old town in the south of the continent, this Charles still knows, but this seems to have nothing to do with him, glanced at the pile of corpses on his side, and then looked at the old man in front of him, he coughed dryly, and asked, "You have something to do with me?" ”

"Yes, that's right, I heard your name when I was in Harrenhal, so I really want to ......" Hearing this, the old man, who had a disdainful face, actually looked a little nervous at this time, and he said in a hurried tone: "I want to ...... Can you give me a glimpse of your witchcraft? Of course, please don't get me wrong, I just want to take a look, nothing else, that's my biggest goal in life. ”

Old man Cobain's cramped face, combined with his kind appearance like the grandfather next door, looked quite pitiful, but Charles only shook his head.

"Witchcraft is for killing, not for showing."

"This ...... Maybe I'm too abrupt, and I hope you can understand the eagerness of an old man whose long-standing wish is about to be touched, well, you see, I exchange my knowledge with you? No, I don't want your precious knowledge, I just want to see it, just look at it, look at it, look at it......"

As he spoke, he hurriedly took out a thick, tumbling parchment from under the armpit of his gray robe, looked at it reluctantly, and handed it to Charles, "You may not know, I am also a lover of dark arts, and this book is the main way I usually study, well, I think he is the most important treasure in me, you see." ”

Seeing the nervous look on his face, Charles thought for a moment and raised his hand to take the parchment.

When he opened it and looked at it cursoryly, he saw all the strange patterns recorded in it, as well as the Vera franca of Westeros, written entirely by hand, one stroke at a time, which made Charles somewhat understand the preciousness of this book.

[A book that records the hidden spells of the medieval homeland, and its history is very long]

The message that floated in front of him also reminded him of this, so Charles closed the book, raised his eyes, and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will take something and take it for myself?" ”

Because he was an old man, there was a bit of honorific in Charles's tone.

"I've heard that casting spells is as easy for you as it is to eat and drink, and I don't think you should embarrass me for this, a bad old man." The old man said in a somewhat flattering tone, "Besides, I hope that this book will be carried forward in your hands, so that the gray-clothed sheep can see how powerful the things they once looked down on are!" ”

When the old man said this, his wrinkled old face was full of indignation.

Charles felt that he seemed to have a deep grudge against what he called the "gray sheep", but he did not explore the inner world of an old grandfather.

Looking down at the book again, Charles nodded, "Okay, the deal is done, what do you want to see?" ”

"I heard that you awakened the spirits of the dead when you were in the Red Keep? I want to ......"

"Of course that's fine, but you'll have to prepare your own corpse materials."

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and then glanced around, "This...... Isn't it all? ”

"These have been dead for too long." Charles said succinctly: "If you always want to see the mutilated version, I naturally have no opinion. ”

In fact, it was absorbed into the spirituality, and it couldn't be used normally, and it would only be summoned by those dull skeletons that had no ability to act.

After accepting other people's treasures, Charles still has to be a little "honest", so he doesn't plan to fool him on this.

"Totally complete, not to see the mutilation!" The old man nodded hurriedly when he heard this, and then without thinking about it, he shouted a few times outside the fence.

So a short gray-clad squire trotted all the way around the corner in the distance.

"This is my new apprentice from Harrenhal, named Joey." Coben said, patted the apprentice's head, and said kindly, "Call Master Wizard!" ”

"Wizard, Wizard is good."

The short apprentice bowed in a timid and shy voice, but the moment he bent down and bowed his head, a snow-white blade swept across his slightly fat neck in the blink of an eye.

Blood burst out, the short apprentice's eyes widened, his mouth sobbed, and there was still a trace of shyness on his face.

Immediately afterwards, the young apprentice, who had just met and had not had time to say hello to Charles, fell to the ground clutching his neck.

Blood spilled from his fingers, and the apprentice stared at his master with wide eyes, his expression dazed and frightened. But in the end, they all fell into a gloom due to the rapidly dissipating vitality, and the body that fell to the ground stretched out its legs and hesitated, and finally fell completely quiet.

Blood flowed to form a pool of blood, looking at all this, Charles's eyelids couldn't help jumping, and he looked at the gray-robed old man, and found that there was no emotion on his face.

"Why did you do that?" Charles was equally stunned. He just thought that the old man wanted the apprentice to find a fresh corpse, but he actually got such a show!?

"It's an honor for a sheep to be able to contribute to a great cause." Old man Cobain rightfully said that he was quite strange when he saw Charles's face a little embarrassed.

"As a dark wizard, I don't think you should have reacted so much."

"Dark wizard is what others call it." Seeing him in such a gesture, Charles couldn't help but feel a wave of disgust in his heart, and was about to say something, but after catching a glimpse of his surroundings, he suddenly fell silent.

The bruised corpse was silently accusing him of the crime he had just done, and it was also a quiet reminder of Charles's identity - whether it was happening now, or it had happened, or even destined to happen in the future, he seemed to be in no position to accuse others.

Now I have such a thought, but it is just "50 steps to laugh and 100 steps".

"I cast a spell, you see, after the deal is made, your junior apprentice will always be behind you for you to study, and if possible, I don't want to see you again."

He said in a low tone, his mood suddenly became very unhappy, and the idea of respecting the elders that he had a little before completely dissipated.

After that, he ignored the old man's inexplicable face, opened and closed his mouth, and slowly spit out a series of strange spells.

As soon as the muffled incantation full of mystery appeared, Cobain didn't have the heart to think about Charles's words, he pricked up his ears and tried to remember the dark and strange sounds around him, and his cloudy old eyes stared at the corpse of his former apprentice without blinking.

So it didn't take long for him to see that the chest of the squire who had just died suddenly began to bulge, and then his belly, thighs, and forehead ......

When the bulging reached its extreme, the white bones covered in blood sat up inside the corpse, and all kinds of internal organs and blood scattered as it stood upright at the waist, like a beggar buried deep in the garbage heap sat up, and a pile of garbage detached from the "body" and slipped down.

"This is really the ultimate of black magic......" Even if he had used a living person to dissect the experiment, seeing this kind of scene, the old man Cobain was also startled to see it, but then he was excited to gather around the skeleton and knock and beat, while beating and muttering something, as if he had entered some kind of working state.

"It's a madman."

Charles came to a conclusion about this, looked down at the book in his hand, and suddenly felt a feeling of regret. However, this emotion was fleeting, and after giving the skeleton an order to follow the old man, he beckoned to step away without a single step.

Although he is a "man of his kind", Charles has no intention of paying attention to him anymore.