"Rosemary, clover, hundred-year-old roots, and dirt at the crossroads......"

In Luanhe City, in the spire, in a sun-drenched room, a young man held a brown-gray notebook in one hand and gestured with a large pile of various ancient monsters on the Nanmu desktop with the other.

According to the recipe recorded in the notebook, Charles threw this kind of object, which looked no different from ordinary objects, into the special wooden barrel used for bathing in his hand, looking focused and ignoring external objects.

By this time, the northern army had already moved, and hastily left the city to support the besieged friendly forces.

Originally, Charles had been invited, but he had no interest in it.

Although there were not many enemies in the battle last night, many people died that night, mainly because there was chaos in the city at that time, and the enemy, the Frey family, the local evildoers, etc., all took the opportunity to make trouble there in order to seek profits.

The chaos did not ease until the early hours of the morning, and preliminary estimates suggest that the death toll will not be less than 200.

And these two hundred people are enough for Charles to learn all three spells!

So he decided to stay in the city for the time being and not continue with the army.

Although some people are more "regretful" about this, no one will care about his decision.

No one will ignore the existence of the Charles, and even after seeing the "power" of the Charles, many people have regarded him as the trump card killer of the northern army.

However, his family knows his own affairs, no matter how loud his reputation is, no matter how strong the deterrent is, the paper tiger is a paper tiger after all.

If he had the audacity to tear apart the terrifying camouflage that shrouded him, then he would suddenly find that a surprise attack by two or three ordinary soldiers would be able to "bring to justice" this dark wizard who had terrified the Seven Kingdoms.

"So, these stupid mortals." Amusing himself and spitting on the trough, Charles tossed the last wild fig into the bucket.

One night, relying on his extraordinary position in the army, was enough for Charles to gather all the materials he needed.

At this time, this bucket of "bath water", which was originally crystal clear, was thrown into all kinds of messy things, just like a pot of thick soup that the chef was about to cook.

Faintly, the bones in the turbid bath water appeared, and a little bubble appeared before sinking to the bottom of the barrel, and when I looked at it coldly, I thought it was a poison soup carefully prepared by the witch.

The "soup" didn't look like a good thing, and Charles leaned in to smell it, then looked away in disgust.

"How stupid do you have to be to take a bath with this thing?"

Secretly helpless, he didn't stop his movements.

After stirring the bath water with a spoon, he took out a stack of paper that he had prepared, took a deep breath, and then placed the stack of white paper filled with secret texts across the barrel, and the incantation came out.

An invisible flame suddenly appeared, and then ignited the paper, spreading from the corners to the entire surface of the paper, and as it burned, the black symbols detached from the surface of the white paper, falling into the water like droplets and disappearing, but slowly emerging after a while, floating up and down like a boiled green vegetable.

As the secret text continued to peel off, the gray thick "bath water" gradually became clear as if it had been filtered, revealing a few dry bones hidden at the bottom of the bucket, which gradually melted as the spell continued, and finally completely turned into wisps of white silk water stains, swirling and rippling in the bucket.

Eventually, when all the secret texts were removed, the soup that had been foul-smelling and disgusting-looking had turned into a special water filled with white waterlines and black "tadpoles".

It doesn't look very normal, but it's much better than the previous one.

Charles was somewhat comforted by this.

So he didn't hesitate any longer, took off his nightgown, and stepped into the barrel in his chair.

The hot feeling spread from all over the body in an instant, and it was cold and biting cold water before, but it unconsciously turned into this weird thing, and the pain that seemed to burn made Charles subconsciously snort in pain, but he was not very surprised by this experience once before.

At the same time, countless black "ants" rushed towards the humans who had burrowed into the water, swarming like a storm, and bursts of stinging pain then covered up the blazing pain, making it unclear whether this was pain or relief.

The heat and stinging went hand in hand, and the white threads swirled back and forth like a whirlpool, and the black dots climbed all over the charles' body, and with it, the bath water quickly cleared as before.

Eventually, the water in the barrel was completely restored, and Charr was covered in tadpole-black and oppressive cryptography.

These "tadpoles" seemed to be real living creatures, and after "burrowing" into the surface of Charles's skin, they began to move and climb, frantically wrapping around his whole body, even completely covering his cheeks and neck, which had not touched the water, and "locking" Charles' whole body together like a series of pitch-black chains.

The pain then diminishes and eventually disappears completely.

He also walked out of the barrel because of this.

"If there were more, I guess I would have become a black uncle." Looking down at his body, Charles couldn't help but think about it.

The originally fair skin was now covered with black spots, and the dense appearance made it difficult for people to see his original skin color.

Putting on his clothes and walking on the wooden floor, the sudden weight gain made his whole body like a stone, squeaking when he stepped on it

This can be regarded as a side effect of these secret texts, after covering the body, not only the appearance has changed, but even the weight has increased a lot for some reason.

It seems to be a thousand pounds of weight on his body, but it doesn't have a big impact.

After putting on a black cloak and enveloping himself in it, he stepped out of the room and walked towards the place where he had already inquired.

On the way, the castle soldiers saluted him, and occasionally the soldiers accompanied by their companions had the courage to say hello loudly, just as they did with other northern lords, and Charles would bow their heads in response.

But many of them did not have the courage to do so, silently watching Charles approach, passing by, drifting away, looking nervous or frightened, and finally turning into lightheartedness.

As he walked out of the gates of the Inner Fort, he was immediately followed by a group of guards, who had been arranged by the city guards to protect the Charles, and he did so on the orders of the Duke of the North before he left. Stark hadn't forgotten what he had said.

After coming to the main castle, this situation is still the same, but it is not entirely like this, because of a certain aunt who does not know the exact age, some civilians instead look at Charles, which not only makes Charles quite speechless, but even the group of soldiers who follow him are all surprised.

But no matter what kind of gaze he looked, it didn't stop Charles.

Eventually, he found himself in a remote, fenced, abandoned school yard in the middle of the city.

Yesterday's corpses after the big battle were all thrown here, because of the ravages of the mountain clans, Luanhe City was in chaos at this time, and there were countless problems that needed to be solved, and naturally no one had the heart to deal with these "abandoned kinds".

And this is the huge "treasure" that Charles has been pursuing.

Ordering the guards to stand guard outside the fence, the wooden door closed tightly, and as he gazed at the corpses piled up in the school yard, he took a deep breath and stepped closer.

……

[You absorbed a wisp of the ghost of the Lannister soldiers, and under the influence of the secret text, your spirituality changed a little]

……

[You have absorbed a wisp of the ghost of the blacksmith in Luanhe City, and under the influence of the secret text, your spirituality has changed a little]

……

[You absorbed a wisp of the ghost of the Lannister soldiers, and under the influence of the secret text, your spirituality changed a little]

……

[You have absorbed a wisp of resentment from the nameless corpse of Luanhe City, and under the influence of the secret text, your spirituality has changed a little]

……

In the sunlight, walking among the corpses, there were constant strange noises in his mouth, and a faint cry appeared and responded to him.

If anyone were watching at this time, they would probably see a stream of transparent, as if the smoke with facial features rose from the corpse and burrowed into the body as the young man passed by.

Unfortunately, he had barely started to chant the incantation when the guards were so frightened that they fled far away, and it was impossible for them to notice that there was anything unusual about it.

Walking and absorbing, the smoke of the human face appeared from all directions like insects, flying around, surrounding the Charles, following him, blending into him.

Charles's whole person was full of solemnity, his steps were not hurried, and his expression was calm and solemn.

He shuddered as the last of the spirits entered his body, and then he felt a sudden chill around him, as if the temperature that should have existed in the middle of summer had been replaced by cold air.

He quietly felt this inexplicable feeling, suddenly frowned, and then looked down at his left palm.

At this time, for some reason, the dense black fly-headed text began to roll continuously, as if something below was constantly colliding, rushing upward, rushing upward......

"What's going on?"

Charles was secretly puzzled, and an illusory terrifying face suddenly burst out of his palm, and his face struggled to approach with countless net-like pitch-black secret texts, and after roaring at him silently and viciously, Fu was quickly dragged back by the chains composed of secret texts.

“？”

This scene startled him, but the time between the incident and the end was too short, that is, it was completely normal in the blink of an eye, which made Charles wonder if it was his delusion just now.

Unfortunately, before he could think about it, the sudden sound of footsteps behind him interrupted his thoughts.

Charles turned his head to see a soldier who had been scared away hurrying in.

"Something?"

"Someone wants to visit you, Sir Branston." The soldier replied in a low voice.

"Who?"

"It's Lord Burton's guest, an old man named Cobain from Harrenhal."