The fireplace was blazing, and the shadows of the hall floor swayed, and the cold morning covered the castle windows with frost, and everything was hazy when you looked out.

In a trance, Charles thought that yesterday he seemed to be in a blazing wasteland, and now, he had to endure this winter-like climate.

"The war doesn't seem to be going well, Master Lu Wen has sent out three ravens in succession, but no reply has been received."

The red-haired woman was a little sad.

At this time, they were finishing their meal, talking about the Great Wall in the north and the war in Shenlinburg.

As the Three-Eyed Raven said last night, there is something unknown about the war.

"There was a reply from Torun Fangcheng, but they said that Ned had led the army into the Wolf Forest three days ago, but they were suddenly unable to contact him."

I thought it was just a small trouble, after all, there were only one or two thousand people who invaded the Iron People, and although they captured a castle, the deep forest fort was just a wooden castle, not a strong fortress at all.

It stands to reason that if it goes well, they should have been able to achieve results by now, but they can't even contact the northern army at the moment?

"Is there a family over there that believes in the Seven Gods?"

"Yes, both the Mandalay family and the Flint family, and some of their lords also follow the lord's faith." Caitlyn said, giving Charles a strange look in her eyes.

Although this person has behaved fairly normally in the past few days, she has never forgotten what he did, and now she asks......

"By the way, Bran's business ......"

"If you're ready, you can always come to me." Charles replied, thought for a moment, and said, "If anyone else comes running for help, Madame can help me keep an eye on it." ”

"Are you ready to ...... here"

"The north may like the splendor of the seven gods." Charles said in a low tone, like a magic stick.

In the north, the Staff of Authority is being suppressed, making it difficult to use many of its abilities, and the Charles feels that this situation must be improved.

And for all the respect these northerners had for themselves, the Old Gods faith prevented them from receiving the blessing of the Staff of Authority.

If you become "one of your own", then everything will be much easier to do - he can come at any time when they pray, and he can also make them feel the power of "God" better.

Anyway, he doesn't lose anything, and he can practice his skills by the way.

Nodding, Catelyn didn't say anything—but she couldn't have failed to perceive the deeper implications of the matter.

The north is about to change......

Seeing that her voice was slightly in a trance, Charles suddenly remembered something, so he said, "If I'm not mistaken, that one is not a stinky guy." ”

"What did you say?"

"I mean the one you hold in the dungeon."

There was a conversation about a prisoner in the dungeon during the meal, which is why Charles remembered it.

The bastard son of Bolton of the Castle of Terror brutally married a noble widow who had lost all his heirs and husband while the northern army was heading south, and starved her to death.

The Mandalay family in White Harbor put an end to his crime and shot him dead on the spot.

Then he sent a servant with an illegitimate son to Winterfell to serve as a witness when the Earl of the Dreadborough returned.

But if Charles remembers correctly, the stinky old man in their mouth had actually been killed by the skeleton, and was pushed by the illegitimate son himself before he died.

It was his first "spirit shuttle", and he encountered that kind of perverted scene, so Charles still remembers it vividly.

"If it's not a stinky guy, then he." Caitlyn didn't doubt his words, and she wasn't stupid, so her expression was a little strange: "The Bolton family is strong in the north, and this bastard is already his only heir, if we ......"

She seemed hesitant about it, not as indignant as Stark's retainers. But it was a trivial matter, and Charles casually mentioned it, and seeing that she had noticed, he didn't dwell on it anymore.

After a little more small talk, Charles said goodbye to Lady Caitlyn and returned to his bedroom.

Thinking about what he had heard last night, and thinking about what he had just heard, Charles narrowed his eyes, then picked up his scepter and closed his eyes for a nap.

When he opened his eyes again, he was out of his own body.

The bed, the window, and the sunlight outside, everything in front of him turned gray, and looking out of the bedroom, there were figures in the courtyard of Winterfell that were not there before.

However, Charles was accustomed to this, and after looking around to make sure of his direction, he began to stare into the distance.

Just like the King's Temporary Meeting, he was able to use his "concentration" to hear the otherwise faint sound of prayer. And now, he's doing just that.

Soon after, a faint prayer began to appear in the southwest, and Charles burst into flames.

However, when he reappeared, he was surrounded not by a battlefield or anything like that, but by the ruins of a dilapidated church. A beggar was hunched in the corner, his mouth trembling and muttering something.

His prayer was faint, not as powerful as yesterday's, so that Charles's swaying could only bring a little light, but it was enough to make the beggar feel much better.

After that, he ignored the person at his feet and stared in one direction to continue the steps.

The flames burned out, and the charr shuttled one after another.

Churches, villages, wilderness, and even dungeons......

After the sixth shuttle, everything in front of him suddenly became clouded with a white mist, and at the same time, the hint of the True Eye made Charles cautious.

[You have entered the place of sea mist, and your authority to die has been suppressed]

[The place of sea fog hides hallucinogenic powers, and your vision is affected to a certain extent]

……

I heard a sentence in my ears at the same time

"This damn fog, seven layers of hell, let them get out of here!"

Looking down at the soldier in front of him who was kneeling and praying, Charref looked around again, finally convinced that he had reached his destination.

It is a woodland with lush oak trees, occasionally dotted with evergreen trees, which are dense enough to obscure the view.

A white mist filled the air, and it was like a thick curtain of water vapor condensed in the sea.

The army itself spread forward to both sides, and the darkness of the view was overwhelming, and it was "buried" in the fog, with no head or tail in sight.

Charles found that every soldier in the area seemed at a loss, and some of the discussions they had had made him vaguely sure of one thing.

"Lost?"

Walking here, gradually, he saw the leader of the army here, a man who was still familiar.

Jon. Amber, the last Earl of Hearth, was also a fierce general among the northerners.

At this time, this "fierce general brother" was pulling the beard of a half-old man and roaring loudly.

"You're embarrassed to say it's your territory? Let those bastards turn us around, it's been the third fucking day here, and you can't even find your way out, and you're embarrassed to say it's a striker? Offensive! How to attack? I can't even see the shadow of Deepwood, tell me, how do I explain to Lord Eddard!? ”

"It's too foggy, sir."

"Don't tell me this, no matter how big the fog is, didn't you Glover family say that you can walk through the wolf forest with your eyes closed!"

The Amber family has always been known for their short temper, and in the middle of the roar, Big Jon spat at each other in the face.

Charles listened for a while, but he had some idea of what was going on at this point.

Under this inexplicable fog, the army did get lost in the forest.

At the same time, the invaders continued to harass them as if they were unaffected, so that the northern army suffered heavy casualties, but there was nothing to be done.

You guys haven't done anything for so long......

Charles felt speechless, but after glancing at the surroundings, he was quite understanding.

Although the surrounding fog is not completely invisible, it is basically the kind of appearance that you can't see anything clearly from a distance of five meters.

This situation is already difficult, coupled with the inexplicable hallucinatory effect......

"This is the so-called drowning method?"

Charles struggled to remember his memories of the god, but he had little memory of the god, either from his past life or from what he had learned in this world.

Thinking about it, a prompt suddenly appeared in front of him,

[The scouts of the Iron Islands who are in charge of detecting the enemy, they are carefully watching the troops ahead]

Charles was stunned for a moment, and then looked closely, and in the thick fog, two heads were lying on the tree to probe their brains.

The two of them hid themselves well, but they couldn't escape the detection of the True Eye, so Charles couldn't help but get closer, ready to listen to the corner.

No one found out about Charles in this state, so he naturally didn't need to hide anything, but unfortunately, he was able to "hide", but he couldn't climb the tree, and the other party spoke carefully, so he couldn't hear it clearly.

So he had no choice but to wait below.

But before he could wait, the two jumped from the tree.

"There are so many northerners, I really don't know how long this will last."

"Of course until Asha bitch gets tired of having fun, shit!"

Muttering, the two quietly left along a forest road.

Charles followed behind them.

What is strange is that it is clear that the northerners are locals, but the two soldiers in front of them are familiar with this forest, Charles carefully observed.

I found that their behavior may not be familiar, but intuitive.

Yes, it's intuition. He looked closely, and he couldn't find any rules to follow in their walking, so they simply went on a rampage here.

This situation seems to be a reckless man, but they are quite sure of their destination.

"Drowning God bless, I will definitely dedicate more enemies to you." As he hurried, the soft murmur of a young scout made Charles thoughtful.

Follow the two scouts' butts and walk through the dense and foggy woodland.

Gradually, the fog dissipated, and a wooden castle built on a wooded hill came into view.

Above the castle, Charles saw an unusual dark blue.