The friars who were guarding outside the tent reported:

"Archbishop, Rollin is waiting outside."

"You go down first," the fat bishop waved away, "I have some things to explain to Rollin." ”

"Yes."

"Congratulations."

Rollin looked at the bishops who had come out of the tent and ignored them.

Seeing the fat bishop saluting directly:

"The Godfather."

"Rollin, you're the first wizard apprentice I've ever taken in, and you've been tasked with reviving the 'Peep Eye' school since I acquired this heritage scroll in the Hall of Immortals," the fat bishop turned and pulled out a huge scroll from a suitcase. ”

"But I have put the revival of the school on hold because I have always been focused on the affairs of the church," he said, placing the scroll on the desk in the center of the tent, "and I hope you will carry forward the inheritance of witchcraft in our lineage." ”

Luo Lin hurriedly said, "The disciple must do his best." ”

"The meditation method of a wizard is actually a kind of natal sorcery, which is generally to permanently transform an organ of the body into an organ of a magical creature. Then use the spiritual power to transform the magic power through the demonic organ and store it in the demonic organ, this process of transformation is: meditation, so this kind of witchcraft is called meditation. ”

It is a huge scroll, with a pair of huge pupils drawn in the center of the scroll, marked by dense neural circuits and instrumental characteristic reaction structures, as well as structures that divide the magic storage response, neural electrolysis, lens, retina, and pupil refraction......

On either side of this strange pair of pupil structures, there are a pair of frog eyes and a pair of snake eyes.

The fat bishop pointed to the pair of frog eyes and said:

"This is the eye of a blood frog, the pupil presents a horizontal black line, the neurons are much more complex than the human eye, and the mana storage response is very good."

He pointed to another pair of snake eyes, "The pupils of the leech snake are just the opposite of the blood frog, showing a vertical line, the nerve electrolytic structure of the phosphorus snake is very primitive, and the neural circuits are much worse than those of humans, but its lens and retina are very special." ”

Pointing to the frog eyes and snake eyes, the fat bishop said in a low voice, "The secret of the peeping eye is in them. ”

Ha?

Luo Lin was puzzled in his heart, and asked directly:

"The biggest difference between the way snakes and frogs observe the world and humans should be chromatic aberration, right? Both creatures are supposed to be colorblind. ”

The fat bishop looked at Rollin in surprise, "Where did you hear that snakes and frogs are colorblind?" ”

Rollin opened his mouth but couldn't say it, could he tell him, I saw it from the animal world in my previous life?

The fat bishop shook his head and continued:

"Frogs and snakes are not colorblind, and the blood frog and leech snake are rare magical creatures, extinct in Westeros, and perhaps there are still some survivors in the southeastern continent of Thros."

Stroking the pattern on the scroll, the fat bishop's face was mysterious, "And the ability of the eyes of the blood frog and leech snake is perspective and microvision. ”

Isn't it dynamic vision? Luo Lin complained in his heart, pressed his patience, and continued to ask the fat bishop for advice, "Perspective is easy to understand, but what is microvision?" ”

The fat bishop pointed to the distribution map of the complex neurons and mana reserves around the leech snake's eyes, and said seriously:

"The so-called microvision is the subtlety of vision, which can observe subtle objects that cannot be seen by the human eye. The food of the leech snake is a kind of fine magic sand, and this fine magic sand is mixed with ordinary sand, which cannot be distinguished by the human eye, and it is by relying on this ability that the leech snake can survive normally. ”

Microscope?

Rollin's mouth opened wide, looking surprised.

Seeing Luo Lin so surprised, the fat bishop couldn't help but show a hint of pride on his face, "The leech snake's slight vision is indeed a great ability, but what is even more powerful is the eyes of the blood frog. ”

Luo Lin hurriedly cooperated and asked, "What does more powerful mean?" ”

The fat bishop smiled in confusion, "You'll understand when you grow up." ”

"Okay, I'll show you the 'peeping eye', look good."

The fat bishop retracted his smile, and the pupils sandwiched between the fat eyelids began to change, and the pupils gradually deformed into a doji shape.

Under the gaze of Luo Lin in these strange eyes, this kind of aggressive gaze, hmm! It feels like... Like... It's like no clothes!

Depend on! A gentleman's eye.

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One evening outside the Old Town.

The Moon Friar is speaking to the members of the Poor People's Assembly on a lawn.

This "poorest fellow" was barefoot and bearded, and was extremely fanatical, often preaching for hours on end...... And his sermons were always about sin.

"I'm a sinner."

The Moon Friar always opens like this.

He was a sinner, he had insatiable appetites, he was delicious, greedy and lascivious, slept with a different woman every night, and enlarged countless stomachs.

So much so that the acolytes around him preached that his seed would make the infertile womb fertile and prolific—ignorant believers believed it, and many husbands rushed to send their wives, and many mothers offered their daughters.

The Moon Monk did not refuse to come.

It wasn't long before some of his mercenary knights and soldiers even drew "the second child of the moon" on their shields, and wooden sticks, walking sticks, and charms carved in the shape of "second brother of the moon" were all the rage, and it was said that touching the head of these amulets would bring prosperity and good luck.

The Moon Friars denounce the heinous sins of the Targaryens and the indifference of the "big sycophants" archbishop every day, and the true Father of the Church is imprisoned in the Old Town, not even daring to step out of the doors of the Starry Church.

At the end of the day's lectures, the Moon Friar returned to his tent exhausted for dinner.

He was guarded as usual by the members of the Poor People's Assembly, tall axemen with unkempt beards.

A young woman from Peugeot came to the monk's tent with a flask and wanted to offer wine to the "Archbishop" in exchange for a blessing.

The guards immediately let her in, knowing what blessing the woman wanted—to create a child in her womb.

The people outside could only occasionally hear the Moon Monk's burst of laughter, but it wasn't long before there was a moan from inside the tent...

"Dragon!" Someone shouted.

"The dragon is coming," chanted the members of the Poor People's Assembly, "slay the dragon, kill the people of the Targaryen house." ”

"Drive them all back to the sea."

These brainwashed cultists are fearless, and in their view, the dragon is also a beast, only a little larger, about the same size as an elephant giraffe.

Jaehaerys looked at these mud legs angrily, weren't they afraid of death? This is the dragon, the strongest magical creature known in the world.

Damn, he didn't want to slaughter these refugees, but the Faceless Ones contacted by the fat bishop were slow to move, so he had to ride a dragon to negotiate first, hoping that these guys could see the situation.

Staring at the crowd below with foul language.

At present, it seems that the dragon's deterrence has no effect.

It's time for the 'Furious Flames' to be staged again, and the Bronze Fury begins to swoop.

“dracarys！”