Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The feather pen was dipped in ink and colored on the paper. Dr. Marwin watched the tip of the pen poke a small hole, and the light blue ink bloomed into a small flower on the paper, and along the fine lines on the doctor's special paper, it dyed various lifelike patterns.

Laresa was holding a thick book and reading it. The common language on the cover clearly read the words "Lost Books".

But his eyes turned over the book and looked curiously at Dr. Marwin's desk.

Dr. Marwin stretched his waist and showed his iconic red teeth. These rows looked like red fox guards sitting on cotton balls at the door of his mouth for a parade, red and white.

"My tooth hurts, my tooth hurts." Dr. Marwin complained. He shook his arms and tried to pull out his teeth. He stood up, stretched his thick neck that was incomparable to that of a bull, opened the window, and the smell of water mist from the Mead River and Whispering Bay came to his face, and soon filled the whole room.

This is the price of being addicted to chewing sour grass leaves, Laresa thought, he picked up the book, only two eyes were exposed above the cover.

Just thinking, Marwin pulled out a drawer and took out an iron box from it, which was mixed with vanilla and intoxicating sweet and sour flavor. He picked out a few leaves and put them into his mouth to chew.

Laresa put down the book, closed it carefully, and glanced at Dr. Marwin's desk. The pattern dyed by ink was just blurry, but now it is very eye-catching.

Dragon, Laresa whispered the word.

After saying this word, Dr. Marwin suddenly trembled all over, trembling again and again, staring out the window. Laresa thought the doctor was crazy again, but when the corner of his eye took in the scene under the tower, he withdrew his opinion.

An Ironborn longship flying Greyjoy's new flag was heading rapidly towards the mouth of the Mead River, but it suddenly stopped halfway. The front of the hull broke apart, and countless pieces of debris were visible to the naked eye. The soldiers of the Oldtown garrison immediately launched crossbows and stones from the small fortresses on the high slopes on both sides of the estuary. Laresa only saw three or two Ironborn raiders showing their heads on the deck from beginning to end. The rest of them were buried at the bottom of the river before they could see them. "Old man Ambrose may have mixed feelings," Dr. Marwin adjusted his nose, which looked a little awkward. His nose was broken many years ago, and it was broken several times in the next ten years. "Anatomy is not afraid of not having corpse materials these days. The cowards in Whispering Bay dare not enter, but the ironmen corpses floating in the Mead River may take several days to salvage. Laresa, I see you are interested in the key, so hurry up and drag a few bodies before the war reaches Oldtown."

'I am only interested in history and mysticism,' Laresa shook her head and added: "It's only currently interested, not the past, and I can't guess the future."

Dr. Marwin heard this as if he had heard a joke he hadn't heard for hundreds of years, holding his belly and laughing. The head laughed loudly, and he didn't forget to point at himself while laughing, "You little brat, you are becoming more and more pedantic! I really shouldn't let you hang out with other doctors. You have picked up too many bad habits in the Citadel. Haha, when it comes to using real skills, do you dare to take risks with me?"

"For the truth, of course you can," Laresa did not deny the sarcasm in Marwin's words, and took out the doctor's unfinished paper from the drawer, "Do you really dare to publish this in the Citadel? Under the nose of Hightower?"

Suddenly, Marwin's neck turned red, and it was probably still hot to the touch. He snatched the paper and muttered, "Don't think that my old bones are the same as those stinky doctors and bachelors who only talk about the practicality of skills and don't ask about the essence of true knowledge. I have never thought that Hightower is a tyrant. "Dragon disaster," Laresa read out the key words, his agate eyes occasionally wandering over the stack of papers in Marwin's hand, "You want to write a paper with no evidence and all speculation?" "So if you don't want to publish it, then don't publish it. The group of scholars who reviewed it are not erudite." Marwin touched his chin, which was as hard as a slate, and seemed to have thought about it. "Yes!" He tapped his hands, "It's a group." "Aren't you one of them?" Laresa said mercilessly, "I saw Pete buying you wine a few days ago." "Pete?" Marwin was dumbfounded, "Which Pete, oh~ the apprentice who wanted to get the astronomy necklace, so stupid, I don't know where he got it from. I am the one who set the questions. 's news, and you want to bribe me, hahahaha!"

Laretha shook her head, "Birds of a feather," he stretched his legs back, hooked the legs of the stool, and sat back, "So," he asked, "Have you found any results on your investigation of the dragon disaster? Is it really related to the Citadel and Hightower?"

Marwyn sighed, "It's just a guess, and there is no such thing as true or false in guesses."

"My guess is bolder than yours," said Laresa, "The Hightower family has too many secrets, and the organization under his protection is like the knights shrouded in the shadow of the tower, and they can't protect themselves."

Marwyn did not answer, he pursed his lips and looked at Laresa, "I will go to Harrenhal soon."

There was no surprise in Laresa's eyes, "Looking for the Children of the Forest?" She asked knowingly.

Dr. Marwyn nodded, and he took out a few sour grass leaves from the iron box and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them again and again. "Have you seen the paintings in the exhibition in Oldtown? Artis Arryn and the Children of the Forest have made peace and continued to fulfill the old oath. By the power of the Seven Gods, I must go out and see the world, otherwise I will be ashamed to wear this mystical necklace."

"In addition," the doctor lowered his eyes to examine his masterpiece, "I also need to verify some things."

Laretha suddenly said, "Hurry up!" The voice was clear and like a female voice.

Hearing his voice suddenly change from the magnetic voice filtered by the smoke to this, Marwyn did not react for a while, just said: "What? I didn't hear it clearly."

"You have to hurry," Laretha recovered her voice, "I think this old town will soon be in flames." His face as dark as teak faced the thin twilight outside the window, and a sense of mystery surged into Marwyn's chest. He always felt that this child was much more powerful than he looked.

Although he was already very powerful, he was still a mystery, just like his mysterious life experience-father of Dorne, mother of the Summer Islands. Apart from this, Laretha did not reveal more.

"The dragon has been resurrected, and the glass candle has been lit. It's almost done. Even if the Hightower family wants to hide something, it can't be hidden." Laretha murmured.

It sounded like he was telling a riddle, the same tone as before, but Laresa was used to telling riddles that no one could solve, and the answer could only wait for time to follow up.

Worthy of being called the "Sphinx", Marwyn thought.

Harrenhal, under the thickest of the five fingers, that is, the bottom of the Tower of Terror, surrounded by a ring of low walls, a huge heart tree sits in it, and the traces left by Prince Daemon are still there, and it can't even be seen that they are old traces.

Dozens of children of the forest sat around, in the middle was a pool of blood, covering the soft soil, along the cracks, and wrapping the roots of the heart tree.

The sky-blue dragon egg was placed next to the heart tree, and the blood overflowed.

"Kings, priests, pregnant women, the blood and flesh of countless people," the leading child of the forest said with tears in his eyes, "This is the price of magic."

"It's everywhere here," the child of the forest sitting cross-legged on the side said, looking around with fear. Harrenhal was surrounded by a pile of black walls and dark tiles like ghosts, as if countless wronged souls were staring at them.

Watching the figures of the children of the forest in the godswood, Melisandre stood behind a window in the tower. There was no window here originally, but the craftsmen of Attis repaired it. The glass was transparent, and her eyes watched quietly. "Enough," she said.

"The next thing," the child of the forest said, "I can't do it. I can't bear to do it." He cried as he said it.

The blue robe stepped forward, replaced the child of the forest, holding a torch in his hand, and threw it into the blood pool and the heart tree.

The fire spread, and the heart tree wept blood.

The dragon egg was stable in it, and the azure blue was like a dragon scale stretched out.