Melisandre has done many things to fool people, but blatant deception, especially non-benign deception, has not been done for a long time, and was really shocked for half a second by Missandei's screaming, and only then did she rely on the strong psychological quality brought by the unimaginable experience of ordinary people, and she survived.

Not only did she not show her heart, but she also narrowed her eyes slightly, and she stared at the dark-skinned girl with a lot of viciousness: "Little girl, you can eat whatever you want, you can't talk nonsense, what do you mean by 'this is obviously a trap', do you understand that you are accusing others of bullying the king?"

The atmosphere was even more awkward, as the queen, Daenerys should have opened her mouth at this moment, but she neither refused the witch's suggestion, nor scolded the little clerk for his presumptuousness of interjecting and talking at will, but frowned and did not say a word, caught in a strong dilemma.

Caution made her agree to this—the other side was indeed a trap, but reason immediately reminded her that she had no proof, and sensibility repeatedly and tirelessly clamoured over and over again: if she guessed wrong, let her only comrade struggle at the last moment of his life and not wait for the blood of the true dragon...... As a result, she lost her only confidant and forever missed the opportunity to realize the grand ideal of "breaking the wheel", and she will regret it for the rest of her life.

After struggling for a moment, Daenerys suddenly figured out: the core of the problem is actually - is Egger really poisoned and his life hanging by a thread?

And this, professionals or people with a little more care, should be able to see it.

Her queen's self-esteem can't take the risk of going to the screening in person, just send her subordinates!

"Lady Melisandre, forgive Missandei for her rudeness, she is only a child, and she is frightened by what happened to Petyr and Varys. Daenerys suddenly became much more calm, "But blood magic is not an idle method after all, I can't make a decision in my head, so how about I first send my healers to the commander-in-chief's sickbed to diagnose and confirm that there is no other way to do it, and then make a decision, how about it?"

"It is you who are loyal to the land grants, and it is you who need to bleed for spells, so it is naturally up to Your Majesty to judge and decide. Melisandre breathed a sigh of relief and nodded unchanged, "But...... You don't have much time to think about it, and hopefully your men will move faster. ”

"That's nature. Daenerys smiled and agreed, and immediately raised her voice: "Missandei, you go and inform Potter quickly, and ask him to take the two Unsullied to visit the Commander-in-Chief at once, and report the situation to me as soon as possible." ”

It only took half a second for the girl to fully understand Daenerys's thoughts—sending someone to investigate is indeed a more reliable way than guessing intuitively, but it is a human being who undertakes the task, and as long as it is a human being, there will be problems—the Unsullied knows nothing about toxicology, and the healer, who is just a mortal, can be deceived, bribed, or coerced!

Only himself, who is as careful as a hair, would rather die than betray the queen!

It's up to you to do this investigation!

However, Missandei immediately thought of a new risk: even if she was not fooled or coerced, she would have been controlled by witches by spells, or impersonated by disguise!

"Your Majesty, I'll go with you. She put her mouth into the Queen's ear and whispered her thoughts, "If you don't return within a moment, or if you do come back without the agreed code, don't hesitate to withdraw from Winterfell at once, under the cover of the Unsullied and Dragon, and seek resettlement and protection from Lord Bolton!"

Daenerys quickly understood, hesitated for a moment, grabbed Missandei's hand and whispered: "Be careful, even if you find clues, don't expose them on the spot, don't talk about them when you come back." ”

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Wrapped in thick winter clothing, Missandei and Potter the Healer followed the red-robed woman out of the queen's guest building, escorted by a team of unsullied men, to the land-giving camp on the other side of the castle.

The moon was completely obscured by dark clouds, and the wind that swept through the buildings was fierce...... Winterfell was dark and silent at midnight, and only the occasional patrols could bring some life. Walking through nearly 100 meters against the snowflakes that hurt people's faces, the group arrived at their destination.

There was a whole line of guards standing outside the door of the commander-in-chief's room at this moment, they were all armed in armor and armor, not only were they more numerous than usual, they were more guarded than usual, and even their attitudes were colder and stricter than usual - whether it was equipment or demeanor, they seemed to be eager to engrave the words "like a great enemy" on their faces, and at this moment, seeing that Melisandre was not bringing back the queen but only a maid beside the queen, she immediately didn't even bother to hide it and muttered to express her doubts and dissatisfaction.

Grumbling to grumbling, they did not dare to stop Melisandre, and after declaring that the soldiers of the Unsullied were not to enter, and carefully searching the back of the healer, they skipped further examination of Missandei and let the three men into the house, with the assurances of the witch.

The flames in the fireplace in the room were blazing, not only filling the room with a gloomy and shaking red light, but also baking the air to be anxiously stuffy, and the pervasive heat wafted with a smell of medicinal fragrance and a slight sour smell, and the soaring warmth made Missandei's eyes briefly sour and blurry for a second when she suddenly walked in from the cold environment outside.

There was no ambush of the axeman, and on the large bed facing the door, a pale-faced man lay quietly, the curing bachelor sat on the edge of the bed looking helpless, in addition to a spearwoman concentrating on the fireplace, and a black-clad officer pacing anxiously to and fro.

No longer needing Melisandre's guidance, Healer Potter and Missandei made a beeline to the bed and began their respective tasks.

"Bachelor of Coben, what's going on?"

The questionee stood up, nodded reluctantly to the visitor, then shook his head with his shoulders bowed, and tilted his head towards the bed while giving way to his position, apparently having nothing to say, asking the questioner to see for himself.

So the healer Potter sat down unceremoniously on Cobain's stool and began to observe the person lying on the bed.

It looked like he was indeed the commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch, and at this moment, the overlord of the land, who was still alive yesterday, had a serene expression, motionless like a flat sculpture, and under the thick quilt that covered his chest, even the ups and downs that his breath should have brought were almost undetectable. Based on Potter's experience in treating the wounded, it is clear that he has died nine times and has little hope...... When he patiently touched the patient's left hand on the side of the bed and placed under the quilt, he was even more startled.

The hand was as cold as ice, and if it weren't for the fact that it was still soft and not stiff, and there was still a faint and slow pulse on the radial side of the wrist, he would have absolutely believed that this was a man who had been dead for a long time...... If you don't quickly try to pull it back to normal, even if you are healthy, you will definitely die, no wonder there is so much wood added to the fireplace!

The queen suspected that the Commander-in-Chief was pretending to be poisoned, and if there was anyone in the world who could pretend to be like this, then he should not be called the Commander-in-Chief of the Night's Watch, but the King of Death.

Potter sighed and stood up, looking at the Bachelor of Coburn who was standing aside, and his heart suddenly felt close and sympathetic to his colleagues who were also helpless.

People can't be saved, they can only understand the situation and master more knowledge about poisoning and detoxification, so as to be in case of future emergencies.

"Did you wash your stomach. ”

"I've washed it, what do you think it smells like in this house?"

"Washed in a coma?"

Coben looked at Potter suspiciously, and suddenly realized that he was not an expert in front of him: "Do you think that you can't wash your stomach without the cooperation of the patient?"

"Uh...... Of course...... No. Potter really hadn't washed the stomach of a comatose person, but listening to Cobain's tone, he also knew that he had exposed his level, so he had to quickly find other topics to cover up, "How can this poison not only make people's blood deteriorate, but also make people's body temperature lower? Is this a side effect of it?

"A drop in body temperature is not poison...... It's a side effect of magic, the Commander-in-Chief should have died a long time ago, but he was forcibly continued to this time by Lady Melisandre's spell, but magic can maintain breathing and heartbeat, but for some reason it can't keep body temperature. It is indeed my responsibility to steal the poison, and I can't and don't intend to shirk it, this poison was inadvertently concocted when I was cooperating with people in the school city to study alchemy, and because I couldn't find out what it could do other than kill people, I was forbidden by the doctors...... Well, I call it 'Stranger's Kiss', because there's no cure for this poison so far......"

The two men of interest gathered together to mumble about medical and toxicological exchanges, and Missandei, who was accompanied by her, silently approached the bedside, stood in the position of the healer, and began to fulfill her mission: to determine whether Iger was faking poison and to ensure that the healer was not deceived by deception.

She first carefully touched the area around Egger's cheek, pinched his nose to make sure it wasn't disguised, then reached into the bed and touched his torso to make sure that the frightening hypothermia was not confined to his arms but to his whole body, and then pressed his chest, silently feeling Egger's vital signs for a moment, and finally stopped with a frown.

The commander-in-chief was not only cold, but his heartbeat and breathing were also faint and slow to an abnormal degree, although I don't know if this was a symptom of poisoning, but it did look like he would lose his breath at any time......

Could it be that Lord Iger is really the same victim, and I blame him for it?

With a frown on her brow, Missandei fell into deep self-doubt...... After a long while, I reluctantly came up with the last test method.

"Like" is going to die, after all, it's still not dead - maybe this is some kind of fake death spell of the red-robed woman, which can make people look like they are going to die at any moment when there is actually no danger?

Maybe I should pinch him, or prick him with a needle - no matter how realistically he pretends to be dead, he will definitely react instinctively when he is violently stimulated physiologically!

The little clerk gave her one last thought before she started: she had very little strength and didn't carry a needle, while the Night's Watch Commander-in-Chief was a well-known stranger killer, one of the toughest guys of the Seven Kingdoms...... There is probably no second chance to test, and you must find a foolproof plan that will never cause problems before you can start to implement it!

With a spin in her head, Missandei quickly had an idea.

She was born in the slave class, and the friends she made when she was a child were naturally all slaves, and a "bed slave" friend once told her: There is a place in a man's body, no matter how he practices, it is the biggest weakness, even if it is an iron-clad dead soldier who can stab the sword into his heart without changing his face, this vital point will never be indifferent to the attack...... In addition to the absolute effect, there is another benefit, and that is - you don't need to use strength or tools to attack this place!

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