Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day

Chapter 86 Shadowbinder

Rhaegar refused his embrace and explained: "There was an accident on the way, but it didn't delay the trip."

"What happened to you? This flower seems to be the emblem of our family?"

Sam asked as his eyes kept glancing back and forth at the swamp marigolds.

Rhaegar didn't hide anything.

  Will decipher the forest witch’s notes and search for the swamp marigolds…

  Tell the experiences one by one.

　　A few people frowned upon hearing this.

I didn’t expect that so many things would happen after only being apart for more than ten hours.

Thorol stared at the swamp marigolds and questioned: "Prince, the magic has disappeared for many years. Are you sure the spell left by the forest witch will work?"

 “Give it a try, there’s no better way, is there?”

Rhaegar walked up the stairs to the attic and said expectantly: "The steps of whispering of the dead are not difficult. It only requires suitable materials. The rest depends on talent."

“If I can’t do it, you can try it one by one.”

 The triggering of the spell depends on the mind.

 Rhaegar suppressed the curse in his heart to repel the whispers of the dead, and he didn't have much hope that he could succeed in casting it.

 “You are right, Prince.”

Thorol was speechless and called Barbat to go to the attic with him.

 Sam naturally followed suit.

 The eyes can never be far from the swamp marigolds.

 …

 In the attic.

 Shadowbinder's head is still placed in the center of a circle of candlelight.

Rhaegar stepped over a circle of candles and placed a marsh marigold on top of his head.

 Instruct the servant to get some blood of white doves and paint on the head according to the process in the forest witch's notes.

 Then he took out a piece of paper recording the translation of the spell, with a flash of disgust in his eyes.

 When he thought that it was to eradicate the shadow monster, he still chanted it.

 “Atala…Gugino…”

The weird chanting export, Thunder looked like it, as if reading ordinary books.

However…

 The head at his feet showed no response.

"does not work?"

Rhaegar tilted his head, looked back at Sam and the others, and recited again.

This time, Rhaegar narrowed his eyes slightly, united his body and mind, and recited the spell devoutly.

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The swamp marigolds flickered with a gleam.

 At the same time, Rhaegar's voice paused in reciting.

 For some reason, a hot feeling surged from all over the limbs, and the body temperature soared.

 The fair skin suddenly turned red, and wisps of white smoke came out of the body surface.

 As if coming out of a steamer.

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 A flash of fire flashed, and the paper in Rega's hand was instantly burned and turned into ashes and fell to the ground.

Rega's slightly narrowed eyes immediately widened, and he staggered back two steps.

“Your body suddenly feels so hot, as if your blood is boiling?”

 He didn't realize what was happening yet.

 But the high temperature in his body confirmed that his feeling was correct.

At this time, Sam hesitated and said: "Prince, I once heard my grandmother say that magic is a creation made by selecting people."

“You are of true dragon blood, and your body is filled with blood and fire. It is normal for you to reject this kind of magic that awakens the dead.”

Rhaegar looked at him suspiciously and said seriously: "Are you familiar with the laws of magic?"

"No! I have never been exposed to magic. It's just the legend of the forest witch that has been passed down from generation to generation."

Sam shook his head in denial and said: "The magic of the forest witch is evil, and even our descendants cannot learn it."

 “Would you like to try it, Lord Sam?”

Rega stared at the other person's face and stepped out of the candle circle.

 Magic is a disordered and chaotic combination that has long since disappeared from the world.

 He had already expected that he would fail, so there was nothing to be disappointed about.

However, Sam’s words made him aware of the Lord’s certain expectations. Sam opened his mouth, his face uncertain.

“Old Sam, if you want to do it, give it a try. You have the blood of the forest witch in your body, maybe you can do it!”

Solor pushed him and said in a cold tone.

No one here could see Sam's excitement.

 “Okay, then I’ll give it a try.”

Sam didn’t blush when his little thoughts were revealed, he patted his belly and agreed.

Rhaegar rewrote a translation of the spell, handed it to him and said, "Try it, my lord."

 Sam took the translation and looked at it again and again.

As a semi-savage noble from the Crab Claw Peninsula, Sam’s writing skills are very poor.

Rhaegar taught him for a while before letting him memorize the short spell.

 Try to start.

Sam walked into the circle of candles, holding the head and swamp marigolds in one hand, and the translation in the other.

 Chances were recited from chapped lips.

 “Atala…Gugino…”

　　The voice was thick and dull, full of excitement and expectation, and the body could not suppress the trembling.

 Soon, the chanting of the curse was completed.

 Still no response.

Sam froze on the spot, his expression indescribably disappointed.

　　Putting his head back on the ground, he sighed: "Prince, it seems that I have failed too."

“It doesn’t matter, magic has been silent for many years, and it’s normal for ordinary people to not learn it.”

Rhaegar comforted him and turned to Thoror with a wry smile: "We have to think of other ways."

 “Yes, Prince.”

Solor nodded, not looking too good.

 “Shadowlands…magical tides…untrustworthy half-savages…”

At this moment, a hoarse sharp voice suddenly sounded, making people shudder.

Rhaegar quickly turned around and saw the Shadowbinder's head moving.

The originally pale skin glowed with rosy luster, his closed eyes were wide open, and he was mumbling to himself with bared teeth.

The swamp marigolds have lost their original color, and their petals have withered and withered.

 In the end, only the rhizome is left and is inserted into the Tianling Cap of the head to maintain the vitality of the head.

Sam who was closest was frightened and turned pale. He took a few steps back in panic and almost fell to the ground.

Babat was the timidest, trembling and unable to speak.

 “Lord Sam, you succeeded!”

Rhaegar silently took a step back and hid behind Thorol.

 Who knows what a talking head is capable of?

 He's had enough of this weird stuff.

 I don’t want to be contaminated at all.

Sam stared at the living head of the Shadowbinder, and slapped himself hard twice, as if to confirm whether it was true or false.

 Immediately he moved away from the head and said anxiously: "Prince, is this head really...resurrected by me?"

 He himself couldn't believe it.

 Just a few spells recited casually can complete the lost magic.

 “Who knows, maybe you have a talent for magic.”

Rhaegar avoided his sight and gave instructions: "The Shadowbinder's head has memories of his life. Go and ask the shadow monster how to deal with it."

Sam nodded tremblingly, walked to the edge of the candle circle, and stumbled: "Tell me your origin, why did the corpse become a murderous curse?"

 The head is chattering, the mouth is chattering, and the eyes are staring at the ceiling blankly, seeming to be reminiscing.

 After a while, he murmured inaudibly: "The tide of magic is surging, depleted or vigorous..."

 “How did the curse come about, and how can it be eliminated!?” Sam asked emphatically as he got closer.

“I am a servant of the Lord of Light. The priest predicted the waves of the magic tide and sent his best sons of shadow to sail away to observe the changes in the world...”

 “Let’s talk about the key point, how to induce the curse and how to solve the curse!” Sam got a little anxious and kicked his head.

Rhaegar and the others looked at this scene and couldn't help but feel a chill in their spines.

 The head talking is scary enough.

Hand-questioning is even more terrifying.

   Thanks to Ah Pang for the 100 reading points.

　　　Thanks to a certain digital book friend for the 100-point reward.

 (End of this chapter)