Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 257 Yang Guo's Aunt, Erya's Uncle

"Bobobobobobobobo!"

After kissing seven times very firmly, he wiped away the dust and smell that he couldn't see but could smell on his lips.

"Damn it, some bastard must have peed on the spout"

Cursing secretly, he held the clay pot and rubbed it vigorously seven times, and opened his palm to see that there was a thick layer of black mud.

But he also breathed a sigh of relief, and finally completed two-thirds of the ceremony.

"Put it on a high platform." He looked at the tabletop, and then looked around at the nearby bookshelves. Thinking that the bookshelves were always higher than the tabletop, he climbed up the sliding wooden ladder and placed the clay pot on the top of the first shelf.

"Kissing the clay pot, touching the pot, and chanting spells may not be fake, but how does the magic pot know if I knelt and kowtowed?"

Thinking of this, he stood up straight and stomped his foot once, "Boom!"

And facing the phonetic symbol behind "Dragon Language", read aloud: "Mum, son is filial! Faceless people are all stupid|pussy."

"Bang!" Stamped his foot again, shouting: "Mum, son is filial! Faceless people are all stupid|pussy."

Just like a foreigner speaking in half-baked Chinese, he stomped his feet seven times and shouted seven times at the same time.

But the magic pot didn't respond at all.

"Sure enough, you are lying to me." He was a little angry, and was about to climb up and smash the clay pot, but when he saw the wet lip marks on it, he was extremely unwilling.

"Maybe, I didn't use the correct method?" He returned to the desktop again, carefully reading the text on the secret record.

"Since it's related to the god of death, maybe the magic pot can sense my mental fluctuations?" He rubbed his chin, thinking in his heart.

After a while, he gritted his teeth, knelt on the ground, and slammed his head on the ground, "Boom!"

Very porcelain!

"Grandmother, son is filial! Faceless people are idiots."

But after seven times, the clay pot still didn't respond at all.

He was ashamed and annoyed, but he was even more unwilling to give up like this: I have paid such a high price, and I don't want to deal with the death ban, at least I have to figure out whether the magic jar is real or not, right?

With this thought in mind, he quickly found the reason for his failure: the whole opening ceremony was coherent, but just now he was being clever and interrupted the ceremony.

So, he climbed up the wooden ladder, took down the clay pot, hugged it in his arms, and moved his mouth to find a place where the smell was not so strong, "Bobobobo"

He rubbed it solemnly seven times again, rubbing off a handful of fine dirt.

Set up the magic pot, kneel on the ground, knock your head seven times, and shout seven times, "Mum, son is filial! Faceless people are idiots|pussy".

Then he raised his head and was shocked to see dots of golden light gathering at the mouth of the pot, slowly gathering a red glow, and the whole book cellar became much brighter.

He looked at Hongxia fascinatedly, with two glistening teardrops running down his cheeks, and murmured: "Finally, Huangtian pays off, I succeeded!"

"Successful what?" Suddenly a high-pitched voice came out of the jar, and then, under his dumbfounded gaze, a figure came out of the mouth of the jar like smoke. elf.

"Magic weapon spirit!!" He blurted out.

It turns out that there are elves in the magic pot, no wonder people are not allowed to cheat, he suddenly realized.

The dots of red clouds gradually disappeared, and he could clearly see the appearance of the elf on the bookshelf: he was wearing a bachelor's gray robe, and he stepped on the clay pot lightly, about 1.6 meters high, bent over, and holding a stick in his hand. Crutches, snow-white beard hanging on the chest, face

It's a bit strange, the elf's face was pale and pale, as if it had been covered with a thick layer of powder. This old scholar must have been dead for thousands of years, and the face of the dead is of course pale - soon, he thought of a reasonable explanation.

The maester elf had messy silver hair, reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a long necklace around his neck—almost the longest necklace he had ever seen in his life.

Although the bachelor is an elf, the decoration of the characters is almost like that of a real person. Even the color and texture of the necklace can be seen clearly. The seven links of gold, silver, red copper, platinum, and black iron are connected by smoke black chains. , that is Valyrian steel representing magic and mystical knowledge!

Omg, seven festivals!

There is no need to doubt, this must be a knowledgeable old doctor.

The whole process is a long story, but it only happened in a short moment. After all, he is a faceless man with super powers of observation.

"Boy, are you an apprentice? How can an apprentice with only a silver chain link be qualified to enter the book cellar?" The magic pot elf suddenly floated in front of him, almost scaring him out of the dagger tied at his elbow.

"My name is Pete, Dr. Wargrave's assistant. The doctor has limited mobility. Let me come down to help him get the book."

As a top-notch faceless person, lies come out of his mouth, and they are seamless and reasonable.

With a "whoosh", the magic pot elf floated back to the mouth in an instant, and asked in confusion, "Wargrave? I don't know him. By the way, little Pate, what year is it now?"

"Year 299 of Aegon's Year."

The performance of the old doctor coming and going like the wind made "Pate" couldn't help feeling the magical magic of the elves, and also looked forward to the "Forbidden Death".

"Aegon? Who, why is his name used to record the year? I remember that the Seven Kingdoms have always used Valyria to record the year." The magic pot elf asked curiously.

"Hey, senior elf, you don't know something"

Then, 'Pate' summarized the major events in the last 400 years in concise language.

"Oh, Valyria is dead?!" The pot elf first sighed, and then said excitedly: "Since the magic civilization is coming to an end, maybe my 'real world' really has hope."

"The real world?" Now it was 'Pate''s turn to look blank.

"A purely physical world without magic, glass candles, prophecies, dragons, or even gods."

"This," shocked 'Pate', "how is this possible? Doc, are you crazy?"

"What do you know, a little apprentice?" The Crock Pot Elf looked at him with contempt, and said proudly, "How can ordinary people understand the grand ideals of the Academy City?"

'Pate' shook his head, sighed and said: "Let's not talk about whether the 'real world' is real or not, but now there are dragons, magic, and gods. Doctor, you yourself have become a magic pot elf, and the school city can't live in your own fantasy ah!"

"Hmph, little apprentice, do you think that a demigod can talk big? The tide of magic is driven by dragons. Now that Valyria has been destroyed, we only need to slaughter Aegon's three dragons, and the world will surely become demon-free." The godless age of doom." The magic pot elf sneered again and again.

"Slaying, slaying the dragon? It turns out that the blood dragon dances wildly." 'Pate' widened his eyes in disbelief, "No, what did you say? Are you a god?"

"It's not a real god, just a mere demigod." The magic pot elf didn't seem to pay attention to the word 'Blood Dragon Dance', raised his chin, and asked proudly: "By the way, I am the 'Pluto' Hades who is famous as Yasha , junior, have you heard of it?"

"So you are Hades!!" 'Pate' was really shocked, "But aren't you a 'Fire Demon', how did you become a 'Pluto'?"

"Haha, I didn't expect that even ordinary people know my name now!" The magic pot elf laughed triumphantly.

"Uh, Doctor, I just saw a note with your name on it" 'Pate' said awkwardly, pointing to the pieced parchment on the table.

"what?"

The magic pot elf suddenly floated to the table, and after reading the contents on the paper, he said thoughtfully: "'Fire Demon' is just my name when I debuted. After mastering the mystery of the cycle of life and death, I consider myself the 'Pluto', the king of the underworld. Hades, boy, look at this, do you want the old man's death forbidden technique?"

"Can you?" 'Pate' asked expectantly.

The magic pot elf kicked his legs, flew over the magic pot like catkins, and said coldly: "Of course not, don't say that you are a fake apprentice who is really faceless, even if you are a real doctor of the city, you don't want to get my secret technique. "

"What!!" 'Pate' took a step back, grabbed a dagger with his right hand covered by the cuff, and said in disbelief, "You, how do you know my identity?"

"Hahaha, I am a demigod who masters the mystery of life and death!" The voice of the magic pot elf suddenly became high-pitched, shrill and piercing, and even the air rippled.

In an instant, 'Pate' felt the substantive coercion from the other party - the state of dragon spirit.

Sure enough, the other party's identity was unusual, maybe he was really a demigod with infinite power.

'Pate' brainstormed and shouted: "I have something to say!"

"Hmph, nothing can save you!" The magic pot elf's language was still rude, but the astonishing aura of "like a dragon" disappeared.

"Dr. Hades, the three dragons of Aegon the Conqueror have long since died, and the Academy City has implemented a dragon slaying plan more than 100 years ago, and the dragons of the Targaryen family have long since withered."

"Nonsense!" The magic pot elf shouted, and said angrily: "You can activate the magic pot, and the old man can manifest a soul body in front of you. What does it mean? It means that the tide of magic is surging now, and it means that there are still dragons in the world." survive."

"Doctor, you are right, there are dragons in the world."

'Pate' admired the demigod elves more and more, and slowly explained: "The dragons did become extinct for a while, but two years ago, the exiled princess Daenerys hatched three dragons from stone eggs."

Then, he narrated the blood dragon dance, the usurper's battle, and the dragon mother's resurgence one by one.

Finally, he concluded: "Doctor, the Faceless Man shares the same goal with you and the Academy - to kill the Mother of Dragons and her dragons. We have the possibility of cooperation!"

The magic pot elf nodded thoughtfully, his tone softened, and asked, "Boy, what's your name? I know the habits of you faceless ones, don't fool me with fake names."

"Someone Jaqen H'ghar," said the Faceless Man in his original hoarse voice.

As the saying goes, Yang Guo's aunt, Erya's uncle.

Jia Kun, isn't it Er Ya's lover, Master?

Shit, shouldn't he be training Arya in Braavos during this period of time? Why did he go to the school city for a mission?

Dani was surprised at first, and then secretly refreshed.

Hello Jaqen!

Trapping Jaqen gave her more sense of accomplishment than pitting other nameless Faceless Men.

Jia Kun, my son, see my mother greet you well!

"Jia Kun, tell me, why did the Faceless One assassinate the Mother of Dragons? Oh, what a silly name."

"The Faceless Man accepts orders from customers and kills people with money, regardless of the purpose." Jia Kun said lightly.

"Don't talk about these things with the old man." Dani, who was disguised as a magic pot elf, waved her hand and said contemptuously, "Did you see the necklace on the old man's neck?"

"Hmm." Jaqen nodded suspiciously.

"You count how many sections of platinum you have."

"Uh, five knots?" Jia Kun's eyes were sharp, and he could count the chains on the neck of the 'Magic Pot Elf' with just one glance.

"Platinum represents political science, bullying this old man who doesn't understand politics!" the magic pot elf shouted.

(End of this chapter)