After being treated by Charles, the old duke, who couldn't even open his eyes, woke up the next morning and stood up.

For all this, Brinden, the blackfish from Riverrun, was very happy.

As the only son of the old duke, Edmure the Redbeard was the same, excitedly circling around his father, and became extremely respectful of Charles's existence.

However, by the next day, their joy gradually "turned a little sour".

The old duke on the first day seemed to be only recovering from a serious illness, and there was nothing else except that he had eaten a little too much. However, after waking up again from a good night's sleep, his hair that should have been gray has regained its former brown red!?

Brown and red, it looked like a quiet fire that burned quietly, and the color was even brighter than his son's beard.

This alone is actually nothing, but the next recurrence shocked everyone in the know.

On the third day, the wrinkled Duke Horst's goosebumpy skin on his face disappeared inexplicably, and turned into the kind of middle-aged man with moderate elasticity!

Day 4, Day 5......

Until the seventh day, the old duke, who was originally thin and skinny, looked no different from a man in the prime of life!

The quietly reviving vitality made his whole person look energetic, and the armor that had not been touched for a long time was once again draped on his body, and his waist was straight, standing with his son, it is estimated that no one would think that it was a father and son, but a brother - the old duke even looked younger!

After discovering this situation, as the old duke's own brother, the gray-bearded Blackfish Brynden was completely silent, and the red-bearded Edmure was completely dumbfounded.

And all the lords who know about this matter are crazy!

Many of the lords who were originally familiar with the charr once again experienced the feeling of not daring to speak.

But it was because of fear, but now it is reverence.

It turns out that he really is descended from the gods!

In the past, when I heard many civilians call Charles, many people were quite dumbfounded, thinking that those foolish people were really ridiculous.

Although Branston said that the means are miraculous, it is a bit of an exaggeration to say that God makes such a thing.

However, now it seems that not only did they not exaggerate, but even underestimated this one!

Rejuvenate, get rid of diseases, play with life and death, rejuvenate, what is not a god?

Only God can do such a thing!

In the silence, countless eager eyes looked in a certain direction in the team again, and people's small calculations in their hearts began to crackle.

It wasn't until they learned that they had to believe in the Seven Gods in order to be "blessed" by such means that this emotion was temporarily suppressed.

Despite the many wonders of Cranston, and despite all the shock, the northerners basically believe in the old gods, a tradition that has lasted for thousands of years, and the habits that have long been rooted in the bottom of their hearts do not change just as they say.

It's just secretly, but it's already secretly turbulent.

One is the old god who has no power to show it, and the other is the new god who can decide life and death and give people "eternal life", and fools know how to choose.

……

The "old" Duke of Riverrun has been "worshipping" Charles as a real god since he woke up, and the first thing he does when he gets up every day is to run to the charre's tent and kneel down to pray, and that madness makes Stark's eyelids jump as a son-in-law.

However, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the behavior of the "old man", in fact, in the face of such a miracle, no one could maintain their former self-sustaining identity and honor pride.

It was as if these things, in the presence of the true gods, were as small and insignificant as eating and drinking Lazar.

Because of this, a special strangeness made him become more and more polite to Charles, consciously or unconsciously.

Stark seems to have treated Charles as a true god like everyone else—not a god he believed in, but not a mortal after all.

It wasn't until one of his journeys that he happened to see Charles running into the woods to pee, and the estrangement quietly weakened.

……

The people of Riverrun had not been following the army for long, and when they arrived near Harrenhal, they had to regretfully break away from the northern army and rush in the direction of the territory, which was in ruins, and the old duke was "recovering from a serious illness", so he naturally needed to reorganize everything in the family.

Not only the Riverrun City, where the family is located, but the entire Riverland has been ravaged by war, and it also needs to be taken care of, which can be described as a lot of trivial matters.

However, before leaving, Duke Horst threatened to step down as Duke and follow Cranston and serve the "gods" when Riverrun and Riverland were stable, which startled everyone.

His red-bearded son was secretly relieved because of this—although his father was well, he was happy, but if he was younger than his son, would he be a young master of Riverrun City for the rest of his life?

……

During the journey, every night the charr would transform into that strange spirit state and travel through Westeros.

In general, the believers who call him are basically southerners, and there are very few in the north, and among the southerners, there are many women who pray—and most of their prayers are all kinds of small things.

Charles found that the more devout the believers were to the Seven Gods, the louder their prayers were, and the more likely they were to be heard, and vice versa.

Just being able to hear doesn't mean it can bring gains, and in most cases, in addition to making Charles "travel", this kind of shuttle only has the effect of accumulating the scepter's colorful energy - and the so-called colorful energy, the real effect is not of much use at all.

He had tried to wrap himself in the shroud from the Overworld and see if he could make his spirit state material, and then he could curse in the air or something.

Unfortunately, however, the golden flame could carry him across the world, but not the Shroud.

If you can't "cross space", the role of this thing is much smaller. Charles had no choice but to put the thing at the bottom of the box to collect dust.

Other than this, the other things he gained in the Overworld were basically useless. The book looked like a real storybook, and it was fun to pass the time out of boredom, but you didn't learn much from it.

The amethyst, and the red rope, were equally unclear, and Charles put them together with the Shroud.

After going through that "dangerous" situation, it seems that nothing has been gained.

However, Charles is quite "indifferent" about this, because he had a dream on his first day away from the Overworld.

A dream that seems to be the growth history of the villain "BOSS".

The dream was very long, and there were very few things to remember after waking up, but the meaning behind it was clear to Charles, who had experienced this kind of thing once—he was very curious about why he was hunted down by the church with such fanfare.

I just don't know when I'll be able to dream about it.

……

The Northern army departed from King's Landing, passed the vast, long-deserted Harrenhal, crossed the Sancha River, and followed the King's Road all the way north, passing the city of Luanhe and the crossroads, and finally reached the Neck.

It was because of the strategic location here that Ed was in such a hurry.

But fortunately, because the invasion plan was exposed a little early, the Iron Islands army was already led by the forward army led by Robb before they could occupy Carlin Bay in the neck.

Now it's in the hands of the northerners.

So the team passed without a hitch.

Behind Carlin Bay is a wilderness, with a few high mountains shrouded in mist at the end.

On the left side of the road is a large hilly wasteland, which is a barren mound of the ancestors, and there are a large number of ancient ancestors' graves, while on the right is where White Harbor is located.

The army's destination was not Winterfell, the center of the North, but the enemy-occupied Fort Deepwood, where the troops dispersed.

Some continue on to Winterfell, while others will need to cross the Badlands to Torruń, the closest castle to the invaded Deeplinburg in the North.

"This is a war between mortals." Before dispersing, Ed half-jokingly said. The real meaning is that he wants Charles and a few of his troops to return to Winterfell.

He didn't seem too embarrassed to let Charles help him anymore.

Charles was amused by this, but he didn't insist on anything.

At this moment, he is no longer eager to participate in the war.

At first, he followed the army because he needed to practice the three camouflage spells, and after the practice, he went to the capital of the Seven Kingdoms because of the dragon bones under King's Landing.

Now, although his spells still need to be practiced by corpses, they are not so urgent, and with the special space inside the scepter, the camouflage spell probably does not need to be supplemented by other spirits.

At present, the only thing that can obtain "nutrients" from the war is the special ability of "fighting monsters and upgrading".

However, siege warfare can't make you kill people or anything, and if it's defending the city, Charles is quite interested.

So under the regretful gaze of many lords, Charles followed some logistics teams to continue north.

Tyrion, the little devil, is also on the team, along with the Hound Dog. One of them needs to go to the Wall to report, and the other needs to go to Winterfell to "be investigated".

The two of them were very unhappy about their fate, but Charles's previous hand not only shocked the friendly forces, but even the "hostile" people like them were horrified by it.

Because of this, the hounds who had been shouting to run away did not mention it, and Tyrion did the same, but the gaze that looked at Charles was not so awe-inspiring, but rather curious and inquisitive.

The remnants continued on their way, walking through the wasteland, through the gravel road between the two high mountains, and after crossing a narrow, murky river, a shadow of a gray castle came into view.

Looking at it, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Winterfell has arrived.