In the stables of the High Court, Cleopatra's dragon occupies most of the place.

The two stables cautiously brought the meat to it, and then immediately ran away.

Dragon flames erupted from behind them, instantly roasting the deer's legs.

The white dragon was about to feast when Samwell appeared at the door, fluttering his wings and hissing excitedly.

"Lord Caesar." The stables hurriedly saluted.

Samwell nodded at them, then stepped forward and patted the white dragon on the forehead.

Only then did he notice that there was a rather strange fellow present besides the stable.

The man was stocky and burly, with a bachelor's necklace around his neck, indicating his identity, but he didn't look like a bachelor but a dock villain, with a fierce expression that looked like he was ready to screw someone's head.

And he did not wear a bachelor's robe, but a leather tunic that was tensed by his round wine belly.

"You're a maestro of the Tyrells?" Samwell felt a little uncomfortable watching this weird guy keep staring at his white dragon.

"Nope." The man shook his head, but his eyes were still fixed on the white dragon, and he wanted to get closer, but it looked like he should have been deflated, and he only dared to keep a distance of two or three steps, "I am the guest who came to the wedding banquet with Earl Hightower. ”

"yes, then why didn't I see you at the banquet before?"

"I'm not very obtrusive."

Samwell snorted lightly and stepped forward to block the white dragon, blocking the man's prying eyes:

"I think you're coming for my white dragon."

The man then looked at Samwell and smiled, revealing his teeth mottled red with sour leaves:

"Master Caesar, get to know me, I'm Dr. Malwyn from the Academy."

Samwell noticed the other party's doctor's ring, and he also knew that the doctor was a core member of the school, and only when a bachelor made outstanding achievements in a certain field would he be awarded the title of doctor:

"Dr. Malwyn, my dragon is not the subject of your research, please exercise restraint, or I can't guarantee that it won't burn you to char."

Dr. Malvin took a step back and shrugged:

"Lord Caesar, please believe that I have no ill intentions. I'm much friendlier to magic than the guys in the school who are trying to build a world free of witchcraft, prophecy, and dragons. ”

Samwell believed this, having heard of the name of Malwyn the "Sorcerer".

It is also known that in the original book, this person did intend to assist Daenerys Targaryen, who had a dragon.

"Why is Xuecheng so disgusted with the Demon Law?" Samwell asked, taking the opportunity.

"Man is always instinctively disgusted with what he cannot grasp." Dr. Malwyn said, "The rise of the school city has been accompanied by the decline of wizards and fire magicians, and you must know that when the tide of magic is high, the lords are more willing to follow the advice of wizards and warlocks who have mastered magic than to the bachelors. ”

"What about you? As a member of the Academy, why are you so interested in magic and dragons? ”

"I'm more curious, and I'm not so power-hungry." Dr. Malwyn shrugged, "So, even if I know that magic will cause the school to fall, I don't care. I just want to get to the bottom of them. ”

"Did you figure it out? The mystery of magic, and the reason for the ebb and flow of magic tides? ”

"Not yet. That's why I wanted to borrow your dragon to study it. Dr. Malwyn rubbed his hands together like a greedy fox, "I just want a little bit of its flesh, a little bit of ...... It will never affect its health, I promise. ”

Samwell shook his head firmly, "I'm sorry, but I won't allow anyone else to study my dragon. ”

"Master Caesar, don't you have a thirst for knowledge?" Dr. Malwyn said unrelentingly, "Don't you want to know what is going on with such a magical creature as a dragon?" They are probably the closest creatures to the gods in the world, and through them, we may be able to get a glimpse of the secrets of the gods! ”

Hearing this, Samwell's expression moved slightly, and he said tentatively:

"How is it possible for a mortal to snoop into the secrets of the gods?"

"Why not? I have always believed that gods can also be understood, if we have enough knowledge. ”

"I don't believe it." Samwell deliberately provoked him, "How can mortals understand the power of the gods? They can even raise the dead. ”

"Nothing incomprehensible. Actually, I've really studied resurrection. ”

"Oh?" Samwell's heart moved, "Then you let me, a mortal, understand the mystery of resurrection." ”

Dr. Marwyn pointed at the white dragon, "You'll have to pay somewhat." ”

"It depends on whether your so-called mystery is worth it."

Dr. Malween laughed, "Okay." ”

He took out a few pieces of sour leaf grass from his coat pocket and stuffed them into his mouth to chew, and continued:

"Lord Caesar, what do you think the gods are?"

Samwell raised an eyebrow: "Probably some kind of higher-level being." ”

"I think so too." Dr. Malwyn nodded, "And I also think they're more like a group of higher beings in captivity. ”

"Captivity?"

"Yes. Captivity, imprisoned in the magic tides. It's like a fish imprisoned in a sea lake. Dr. Marvin chewed on the sour leaf grass, red juice spilling out of the corners of his mouth, "There are so many gods in this world, the Seven Gods, the Red Gods, the Drowning Gods, and the Old Gods...... We've heard legends about them, we've seen people who call themselves their apostles, and of course there are scattered miracles, but no one has ever really seen the gods, the real gods.

Moreover, when the tide of magic recedes, everything about the gods is gone, the believers will no longer see miracles, the magicians will lose their magical powers, and the methods of the wizards will be no different from juggling.

It wasn't until the tide re-arrived that the influence of the gods reappeared. Things like magic, witchcraft, prophecy, and the like have also returned to this world.

So I think that these gods are actually greatly limited by the tide of demons, and are not as omnipotent as many believers claim.

It's okay to even call them a bunch of prisoners imprisoned in the tide. ”

Samwell looked at the doctor who said such blasphemous words in such a breezy tone, and the curiosity in his heart became stronger:

"What does this have to do with the resurrection you were talking about?"

"I just want to tell you that the gods are not as terrible as we think, they are understandable, and the same is true of the resurrection. As long as we have enough knowledge. Dr. Malwyn paused and asked, "Lord Caesar, do you know anything about the Cult of Drowning?" ”

"Understand something."

"Then you should know about the 'flooding' ritual."

"Yes." Samwell's expression moved slightly, and he somewhat understood the other party's train of thought.

"The priests of the drowned gods claim that the drowned iron people are resurrected by the divine power of the drowned gods." Dr. Malwyn smiled, "But I've tried this 'drowning' ritual on a few death row inmates, I'm not a drowning priest, and the condemned are not drowning believers, but I've managed to bring them back to life, and of course they did fail a few. ”

Samwell certainly knew that the so-called "drowning" ritual was actually about drowning a person and then resuscitating him with primitive and crude CPR techniques.

The world of thrones is not developed enough to understand the mysteries of it, and the ignorant iron people will regard this "resurrection technique" as a miracle.

But Samwell certainly wouldn't be deceived by this trick.

Therefore, the so-called resurrection technique of "the deceased does not die" is actually understandable and even masterable-

It's cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

And so on, what about the other resurrections?

Could it be another form of CPR?

He couldn't understand it only because he didn't have enough knowledge.

Dr. Marwyn said, "Lord Caesar, if you don't believe me, you can find a few condemned prisoners, and I will show you the resurrection technique of the drowning god on the spot." ”

"I believe in you." Samwell was not at peace inside.

Dr. Malwyn's words opened his mind, and the mystery that shrouded the resurrection had been lifted in an instant.

"What about the other resurrections?" Samwell asked, "How much do you know?" For example, the Red God, the resurrection technique of the Lord of Light. ”

"Rahlo, Lord of Light." Dr. Marwyn fell into a memory, "I have traveled to the continent of Essos on the other side of the Narrow Sea, where I have met a young man who has been resurrected by a red-robed monk. I have not seen the resurrection scene, so I do not understand the mystery.

However, I know that the resurrected young man has since become a fanatical follower of the Lord of Light, and every day he either worships Rahlo or preaches the gospel of the Lord of Light.

Not so much a person, but a puppet of the Lord of Light. ”

Samwell thought of his younger brother Deacon's situation, his face sank slightly, and he asked:

"Do you know if there is a way to get the resurrected out of this state?"

Dr. Malwyn gave Samwell a deep look, nodded, and said:

"Perhaps."

(End of chapter)