[She may be a nun]

[Her position on this island is very delicate]

[Her age is about 25-35]

[Her body is shrouded in unknown energy]

[She's slightly hostile to you]

……

Her long copper-red hair flows and her eyes resemble two red jadeal, with a hint of water in her ruddy hues, which contrasts with the crimson gemstone collar of the wearer at the slender neck.

The corners of his mouth were smiling, his delicate heart-shaped face looked pleasing to the eye, and his figure under the cover of a fiery red robe was proud and criminal.

The lady, Melisandre, looked to be about thirty years old, like a ripe peach, and made people want to pounce on it and bite it at first sight.

Just the first words she said made Charles feel less than good.

"I have proposed that Your Majesty shoot you to death with ten thousand arrows before you land on Dragonstone." She opened and closed her mouth, and when she spat out the words, she still had a smile on her face.

"I don't seem to know you, do I?" As he spoke, Charles gave her a wary look.

The woman's dazzling appearance at the moment is very deceptive, but if memory serves, she seems to be an old woman becoming?

Naturally, the red-robed woman could not guess Charles's inner thoughts, and she replied: "You use darkness, like a servant of a different god, but you do righteous things, and the flames tell me that there is no darkness, only an unknown fog." ”

"So you finally changed your mind?"

"No, Your Majesty, he didn't agree." The red-robed woman responded calmly, looked at Charles with deep eyes, and asked, "No one can make that kind of curse without paying the price, what did you pay?" ”

"The price?" Charles thought for a moment and said, "Your voice is almost smoking, count?" ”

There was no response, and the red-robed woman took a deep look at him, then turned to leave.

Just gone?

Charles was bewildered by her inexplicable behavior, but then he didn't have time to think about it, and looked around, there was a stone promenade somewhere in the castle, not far away was the towering peak, and below, the group of people at the docks was still faintly visible.

"How do I get there?"

Charles was a little speechless, and was thinking about whether to go back to Ed and his party, when a servant came over.

"My lord, the goddess wants me to arrange a place for you to live,"

"Goddess?"

"Lady Melisandre is the closest servant of the true God, and we all call her that in private." As she spoke, the maid looked adoring, making Charles, who had thought that the little maid was quite handsome, immediately look away in disappointment.

He felt that he couldn't communicate much with these "fanatics" at all, either pretending to be a ghost or having a sick brain.

"Are there any normal people on this island?"

Walking in the tedious courtyard of the castle, he complained secretly.

The bald Stannis was very annoying, and his big-eared wife yelled at Charles like a psychopath, and said that the big fat clown with a funny bucket on his head at the beginning was ......

The red-clad talking god just now, who seemed to be unable to communicate normally, and she was most likely from Grandma Charles, he felt quite awkward when he thought of this.

And right now, the young maid with a few freckles on the tip of her nose has no youthful vitality at all of her age, but is as disciplined as a machine.

Except for being a little active when talking about her god, she is mostly silent the rest of the time. Charles wanted to inquire about the basic situation of the island, but he couldn't do it.

Charles is a little "worried" about the old ice wolf, as the saying goes, the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, and what happened to him in this line has been wordless to prove anything - the rightful heir of the Seven Kingdoms does not seem to be a "normal person".

"It is very likely that baldness is genetically ......"

Secretly complaining, the maid had already led him to a room.

Located on the third floor of the castle, the room is small as far as the eye can see, but it looks clean and tidy, and there is a double window facing the door that rushes out of the castle, and the raging sea comes into view.

Charles was satisfied with this, and it seemed that he could have a good rest here after many days of traveling.

As for Eddard and them, he didn't have to worry about anything, although the atmosphere was delicate in the harbor, Charles could see that it was just two lords establishing some kind of status relationship.

Of course, because both of them are that kind of serious and dull character, this kind of certainty seems not very tactful to others.

"So what's next?" After the maid retreated, Charles collapsed on the bed and glanced at the shuttle time, which was about five days away.

Charles didn't want to waste it, so he pulled out his notebook tucked inside his boots.

While on the ship, he delved into the contents of the note whenever he had time. However, due to the constraints of the conditions, he could not really practice anything other than memorize the spells.

In the notebook, in addition to the two spells that Charles would know, there were four other ones recorded-

The whispers of the undead, the eyes of resentment, the touch of weariness, blood for blood.

Except for the Blood-for-Blood and Fatigue Touch, the rest of these four spells were probably similar to bone resuscitation, and Charles felt that it would not take long for Charles to learn them

However, due to the conditions, he couldn't start practicing.

Because of these spells, they all involve corpses.

"Those who learn this kind of spell will be strange if everyone shouts and fights." Thinking of what happened to him on the other side of the shuttle door, Charles was silent.

However, he did not rise to give up the idea of cultivating, although it was not a good path, the only thing he had was this, and he had no choice at all - the purification spell given by the church was purely a trick.

"But it seems that the red-robed girl can also spell......"

"By the way, how did the bald man know that I used hair to make dolls?"

Thoughtfully, he flipped through the page where the four spells were recorded and looked at the back half of the notebook.

Ghost mask, tongue of oath, substitute for the death of imps.

Similar to the four spells above, cultivating these three things also can't escape death, but unlike those spells, these three spells don't require dead corpses, but spirits!

Spirituality, aura, soul, just that kind of thing.

Practicing these three spells requires a large number of dead souls, and there is no other way to do it.

Moreover, the cultivation is very difficult, and the souls required are also very large.

The effects of these three spells are probably not used in ordinary times, and even a normal spellcaster may never need to use them, but Charles can't ignore them, because these three spells are the foundation of whether he can truly conceal his practice of dark magic.

[Before the psychic carnival, our number had shrunk to less than 100 people, and it was not until Lady Felis led the psychic faction to delve into the three spells of pseudo-spirits that our rapid decline was curbed, so we should always remember the ...... led by Lady Felis]

Obviously, the reason why this notebook, and the faction it represents, was not wiped out in the sheer size of the Church was because of these three disguise spells.

The Spectre Mask allows him to appear majestic in the light of probing spells, and the Tongue of Oath can ignore any oath and the punishment for breaking it.

The substitute for the death imp is to bear the punishment on behalf of the host when the tongue of the oath is not used in some cases.

As he researched, Charles felt that if he had learned these three spells, he would probably no longer have to worry about his status as a "necromancer".

Although he has the unknown trait of not being discovered to practice black magic, it is not safe, and I don't know why.

Maybe it won't work well one day.

Therefore, it is imperative to cultivate these three spells.

This is the main reason why he proposed to join Eddard's family in the war.

"It's a pity that I won't be able to get to the place for a while."

Sighing secretly, Charles flipped through the last few pages, only to see a blank one.

He didn't think it was really blank, because from time to time, the blank page would be like a floating corpse in the sea, with paragraphs of black text floating.

Then, at the moment when it was too late to watch, the pitch-black font "dived back into the deep sea" again. It's a bit like a school of fish outcropping out to breathe air under the surface of the sea, and it's as if it's been sealed by some spell.

"What is the mystery of God?"

He was very curious about this, but unfortunately he didn't know how to break the "seal".