"Second day after sobering up", Vilgefortz counted to himself in his heart, this is also the sixth day he came to this castle. The information he learned from the hearts of the septons by using mind reading skills must be true. He doesn't believe what people say, but the slander in a person's heart won't lie, unless this man is good at deceiving himself. And even that doesn't matter, Vilgefortz can hear everyone, and someone will always tell the truth.

This superior ability also allowed him to discover an important thing on the first day of sobriety - there seemed to be no wizards in this strange land now. People don't seem to have special powers, and Vilgefortz feels a little grateful for this, but he can't help but find it disappointing.

Without the same kind, it will inevitably make oneself a different kind, but the wizard knows that as long as he is strong enough, he will not dare to be criticized.

He confirmed his experience after the explosion of Laura 's portal from the septons' conversations and thoughts: he drifted from the sea to the coast , and was rescued by Lord Staunton, the lord of the land called Rook's Rest , who was walking by the sea just in time.

Vilgefortz guessed from this that the last place where his memory fell must be in the sea not far away, and that place is called Black Water Bay.

Vilgefortz raised his movable fingers and flipped through the manuscript that the septons in the church had brought for him .

Elder blood...

Thinking that the mystery he had been pursuing for a long time was like a loach in the water, which was already within his fingertips, but slipped away quietly because of an accident, the wizard felt that his suppressed indifference and bad temper were slowly rising.

Fortunately, he was still alive, but he was badly injured. Relying on the power of magic, he knew he could recover fully, it just needed enough time .

If there is a special secret method, Vilgefortz doesn't mind trying to restore himself to his former appearance. But let's not talk about whether the Westeros continent where he is now has good enough conditions, even in his homeland, it is difficult for him to do this.

Who would know that this man, who has been relying on his handsome appearance all year round for convenience, is actually not a person who particularly cares about his appearance? Even if he admits that his appearance does make him get twice the result with half the effort in some aspects.

Vilgefortz thought with a sneer in his heart, only half of his face was ruined, he could have covered it up with a mask, but it would make him look like a weirdo—but now is not the time to think about these things, the most important thing right now is to restore this damn body that was badly injured by the explosion.

It's terrible, God knows that such a powerful wizard like him was bombed into such a miserable state! If Yennefer or Philippa saw it, she would laugh out her teeth——

To make matters worse, due to the almost thin magic power on this land, there is not much left except for recovering the body and reading the mind to obtain information. The remaining daily magic power operation can hardly allow him to maintain his previous physiological functions, let alone guarantee his own strength and save them-he can no longer luxuriously use magic power to relieve pain, and even needs to supplement physical energy through eating, just like an ordinary human without magic, weak and incompetent .

Thinking of this, Vilgefortz's face darkened, but soon he regained his composure as if nothing had happened.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep again. His magic power was trying his best to help him repair his body, and his damaged eyeballs also slowly began to grow under the spell he specially cast, together with the half of his body that was left with only bones.

An unbearably hot and tingling itch, like a distorted poisonous insect, was biting half of his bones all the time, and he felt the irrational pain almost penetrated into his brain, which made him wish he could fall asleep all the time—sleep is his best painkiller. For Vilgefortz , the sobriety began to turn painful.

But he warned himself not to escape the pain. He had to be sober, and he had to pretend to be okay to talk to others, and use mind reading to get information—it was absolutely impossible for him to allow himself to lose control of the environment in an unfamiliar area. What's more, judging from the gossip of some septons, this country is not even peaceful, which makes the information even more precious. Vilgefortz didn't want to be burned to death by the flames from the dragon's mouth .

Yes, giant dragons—there are still magical creatures like giant dragons in this world with thin magic power, but compared with the intelligent creatures in his homeland that can easily transform into humans, these guys here seem to be more dull, and it can even be said that they have not yet evolved to an advanced level.

Judging from the transcript of "Dragon, Dragon Bug, and Longpterosaur: The Unnatural Evolution History of Dragon Race" by Barth in hand, they are more similar to a kind of dragon: perhaps not much better than dragon lizard and pterodactyl. But I have to say that this also made Vilgefortz immediately vigilant. Before encountering them, he needs to fully restore his strength, and then measure their combat strength in detail, so that he can hold his future firmly in his hands.

Although from the beginning to the end, Vilgefortz felt the severe itching pain that made people scream loudly, but this strong-willed wizard cast a fixed spell on himself coldly, and did not use much magic power to relieve the pain. Immediately afterwards, he tried his best to immerse his thoughts in the information he had learned, and he had already begun to think about the future.

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Successfully taking Harrenhal , the short-lived victory gave Lord Staunton, a member of the Blacks, a barely respite, but it still couldn't save his sensitive and restless mind. Soon, Battle of the Burning Mill began as two perennially feuding houses, the Brackens and the Blackwoods, fought with old feuds.

Staunton quietly huddled in his Rook's Rest, sighing every day because he received the secret letter, which made everyone in the castle feel insecure, thinking that the flames of war were about to spread - and this day, when the lord suddenly smiled, they couldn't help but secretly surprised.

The aristocrats with a century-old history have always opposed Prince Daemon's debauchery, but they have to admit his strength. In terms of war, he was an important pillar of the Blacks' combat power - the Bracken family's Stonehenge was captured in one fell swoop by an army composed of several Riverland families led by Prince Daemon who was riding Caraxes.

Lord Staunton stretched out on his lord's chair, and let out a long breath of relief, the heavy and oppressive stone in his chest was no longer so suffocating. The current situation of the Greens is in decline. It only depends on how much power that old guy Otto can win over. However, many lords in the southern border firmly support the Blacks, and there are even some people who are putting pressure on the Greens, such as the Beesbury family.

The positive fighting situation seems to have brightened the skies over Rook's Rest .

Staunton decided to go out and have a look. When he came outside the castle, it was rare for him to be leisurely and elegant, and he could feel the bright and clear air outside. He let go of the heavy pressure and walked briskly. At a certain moment, as if he suddenly thought of something, he turned and changed his original route. He came to the church not far from the fort.

He thought of the poor young man he had rescued.

Wonder if he is still alive? Staunton had a faint intuition that that guy's fate was like the ups and downs of the Blacks at the moment —like a special kind of foreknowledge. If he could survive successfully, then Lord Staunton would also be delighted by this, and firmly believed that the Blacks would also win a complete victory.

The count knew that his wish was ridiculous, but his intuition drove him to pay attention to this matter, which is really amazing. Lord Staunton came to the church in a happy mood, and was greeted by the archbishop to the spacious ward located deep in the corridor. It can accommodate at least a dozen patients at the same time, but at the moment there is only one sick and weak man who has suffered a cruel act.

"Young man, are you okay now?" Staunton held his good hand kindly, with deep concern in his words, and looked sincerely at the only half of Vilgefortz's face in his eyes.

Vilgefortz was secretly surprised that he felt genuine care from the lord in front of him .

"My lord, thank you for your help." Vilgefortz greeted Lord Staunton's concern with his most sincere eyes. Over the past ten days, his throat has almost grown. Although his speech is still hoarse, it is not so bad although he can't speak clearly.

Lord Staunton looked almost moved to tears after he spoke. He kept chanting in his heart, wishing the Blacks could also be blessed by the seven gods , just like the poor child in front of him ,and Vilgefortz almost couldn't help frowning after hearing it.

God knows that he is more than a hundred years old, and he is still called a child by this young guy in his forties and fifties, which really makes him extremely uncomfortable.

But our stranger can't reveal a little bit of his true emotions. He is silently listening to Lord Staunton's heartbeat, and even heard some of the most precious war information at present——God knows that this lord came to visit the sick, and his mind is still analyzing the current situation. He is really a loyal lackey.

Vilgefortz asked the little nun to steal a map for himself outside the church. He had nothing to give the little girl, but fortunately the little nun didn't mind, and was even happy to help him. It is precisely because of this map that Vilgefortz can clearly follow Lord Staunton's thoughts in his mind at this moment, and a clear strategic trend of the situation emerges.

"Have a good rest." Lord Staunton held his hand again, "May the Seven Gods bless you with health and peace."

This guy can sincerely wish his body while keeping His head full of politics. If Vilgefortz had been seventy years younger , he would have wept sincerely , but at this moment he could only pretend to cry , to cater to the lord's wishes, and to appreciate the mercy of the other party and the protection of the seven gods.

Lord Staunton left satisfied after visiting the patient, and the wizard on the hospital bed was also very satisfied. He got a lot of valuable information from the heart of the lord. But at this moment he had to be as worried as Staunton. From the key names read in the lord's mind: Rhaenyra, Aegon, and Daemon, combined with the Targaryen family tree in the church, he could speculate that they appeared during the period when Princess Rhaenyra and Aegon II were figgting for the throne, or in other words, the blacks and greens were fighting. Viggo 's own experience in the turbulence of time told him that Aegon II would succeed in usurping the throne, and then the son of Rhaenyra would take back the throne, and after that, Ciri showed up and married a certain big man of the Blacks. So in theory, as long as he stand on the side of the Blacks , use his own chaos magic to help Princess Rhaenyra in desperate situation, or simply help her son stage a prince's revenge like he did for Emhyr , he can gain enough power in the Blacks, and then stand in the upper reaches of time and wait for the arrival of the lady of time and space.

The Blacks to which the Lord of Rook's Rest belongs is said to have twelve or thirteen dragons, but that is still only possible under the most ideal circumstances. The current situation of the dispute between the two parties is anxious, and he doesn't want the roof to be burned by a dragon while he is still lying on the hospital bed-the idea that he once thought about may almost become a reality, which makes Vilgefortz feel extremely uncomfortable.

There were rare times when he could count on others—he hoped for a victory wherever the Blacks Army came, and never let the enemy come to Rook's Rest while he was lying half dead in bed .

It's a pity that Vilgefortz is indeed not a lucky guy, misfortune always leaves him no time to prepare. When Staunton received the letter again, his face turned pale. Dozens of nobles and their servants executed in the Red Keep let him know that the young king who now sat on the Iron Throne, Aegon II , was furious.

Although the Vale, White Harbor and Winterfall all respond to the Blacks, Otto seems to be trying to win over the Triarchy. These combined Red Keep incidents made Staunton uneasy, and Sir Alec's attack on Dragonstone Island soon alarmed everyone on the island.

Staunton sighed at the death of the twin fighters, and a more sorrowful guess arose in his heart: If the Greens attacked at all costs, would the Blacks be able to withstand their raging ambition and anger?

Afraid of this matter in his heart , and with strong anxiety, he came to the ward of the church on a certain anxious afternoon. The handsome young man seemed to see his heaviness, and warmly wished him a peaceful sleep.

"I hope so." Lord Staunton sighed long, but his mood became more happy because Vilgefortz had almost grown more than half of his flesh and blood. Flesh and blood grew out of the bones, and no one could witness such an anecdote, and the other party was the person he personally rescued by Staunton—does this also mean that it will bring unique luck?

Staunton is hoping for good luck. He carefully put down the quilt through the gauze, bid farewell to the patient in front of him softly, and left with no heavy heart. And soon, he completely forgot the fact that he still had a patient in the corner of the church, because the ensuing battle caught people off guard.

The chief intelligence officer of the Greens, Larry Strong , got the list of nobles at the Blacks meeting , which immediately diverted the burning anger of Aegon II . Due to the lack of sufficient naval strength, the Greens had no way of attacking the territory of Velaryon and Celtigar , which belonged to the Blacks forces , and began to retaliate against the rest of the lords on the mainland who participated in the conference.

After learning that Sir Christon Cole led the expanded army to sack Duskendale Town and cut off the head of Lord Gunthor Ducklin, Lord Staunton almost cried because of this huge change, but the fact was that he couldn't shed any tears at all, so he could only shake his hands and immediately hissed an order: "Be prepared to defend the castle to the death!"

The tide is about to turning around at Rook's Rest.