Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 64: Summer

As of today.

Bran is already adept at using his talent.

He can transform into a bird and soar into the sky, turn into a frog and hop around, enter the body of a trout and swim in the river…

Of course, his favorite is still his direwolf.

Bran struggled for a long time with the direwolf's name, but fortunately, after confiding in the Crown Prince these past few days, he accepted the Prince's suggestion—"Summer."

Summer.

The summer in the South is the real summer; unlike Winterfell, no matter the season, you have to dress thickly, which especially affects climbing.

The Prince really didn't lie.

Thinking of this, Bran couldn't help but grumble about the stingy Arya.

That magical steel piece can allow people to talk to the Prince and Jon in the North, but Arya only lets him use it for a short while each time, which is completely unsatisfying, and she won't budge even if he threatens to tell their father.

What a stingy ghost.

Bran felt that if it were him, he would definitely be much more generous, anyone who wanted to use it could.

But he wasn't jealous.

Arya's gift was a talking piece of steel;

His sister Sansa had a crown of winter roses, as bright as new, seemingly eternally unchanging;

He was saved by the Prince, and also gained the magical ability to enter the bodies of animals, and he could see a colorless world with his eyes closed.

In comparison, Bran was very satisfied with his gift.

With these unique "eyes," Bran was able to see many sights he couldn't see before during the journey south.

He saw the King and his father drinking wine and eating meat together, hunting together, laughing and scolding, not hiding their true thoughts at all, the two of them were even closer than Bran and his older brother.

He saw his sister Sansa and Jeyne Poole whispering together, suddenly blushing.

He saw Arya making friends with many people in the team or along the way, playing around everywhere, running around outside all day, not returning to camp until dark. Her temper was still so stubborn.

Recently, Arya had become obsessed with wooden sword fighting, and practiced with a butcher's apprentice named Mycah by the river every day, not giving up even when her arms were bruised purple by the wooden sword. Her temper was still so stubborn.

In the past, Bran would have couldn't help but run out to play.

But now it's different.

Since gaining these "eyes," he has gradually come to enjoy observing this wonderful world from various angles, and besides, there aren't many towers to climb along the way.

The inn where they are currently staying is the same. Although it covers a wide area and is built of white stone for a full three floors, it is not tall enough for him at all.

Summer is still more interesting.

So Bran lay down on the bed and entered "Summer's" body with his consciousness.

Summer, who was lying on the ground by the bed, quickly stood up on all fours, blinked his intelligent eyes, and slipped out of the open door quickly.

Summer walked quietly down the stairs, but the road was not smooth.

Already the size of an ordinary adult wolf, the inn waiters who encountered the direwolf were weak in their hands and feet, standing blankly in place and not daring to move a step until it passed by before running away in panic.

Bran was already used to people's reactions.

The team changed camps every day or two, not giving people time to get used to the direwolf, so every time he went out as Summer, it would cause a commotion.

His father had advised him to take good care of Summer, but Bran only endured it for a few days.

There was no way, he had already fallen in love with this feeling, and Summer wouldn't really hurt anyone, he would only forage in the wild.

Bran and Summer walked down the inn lobby. Ser Barristan the Bold and the Kingslayer were both here, as well as many Lannister people, who had not gone hunting with King Robert.

Bran had long been aware of the King's habits.

The King almost never went a day without dragging his father around hunting beasts, and recently he was even unwilling to bring many guards, setting off with only his father and a few others.

In the King's own words, "When Ned and I join forces, we can smash even the Targaryens to pieces, what do we need guards for?!"

Even so, his father still insisted on bringing a dozen soldiers with him every time.

Before walking out the door, Bran took a good look at the inn with Summer's eyes, they were going to break camp tomorrow.

He saw the soldiers laughing and toasting.

He saw several maids beside the Queen carrying wine and food upstairs, where Queen Cersei, Prince Tommen, Princess Myrcella, and his sister Sansa were having a harmonious conversation.

He saw the chubby landlady Marsha Hedd bending over to pour wine for Ser Jaime, revealing more than a dozen blood-red teeth.

He remembered that when they first entered the inn, the landlady also smiled and sent sweet cakes to the children. Bran was very satisfied with the cakes, but the landlady's blood-red smile always made people feel scared.

But now he smelled it, it wasn't the smell of blood, but the lingering smell of tobacco.

Bran wasn't afraid at all, he and Summer ran towards the forest.

The land, grass, and figures rushed backwards in his eyes, the fresh wind wrapped his silver fur and smoky gray-yellow eyes, this was him now.

Bran knew this was the world he wanted.

He could smell the most subtle tastes in the soil, he could smell the scent of animals miles away, and simple grilled meat also had many different charming smells that made people's appetites soar.

He could also see the scenery at night, not with his own "eyes," but completely with Summer's own vision.

The feeling was very wonderful, there were no bright colors, but the gray world also had clear and distinct shapes, and he finally knew what he looked like in Summer's eyes.

He also heard many, many things. As long as he lay quietly in a corner, people would not care about this direwolf with its ears pricked up, and would talk about everything without restraint.

Bran therefore learned some of people's true thoughts, they seemed to hate everything in the world, whether beautiful or ugly, good or bad.

Are adults all so bad?

He plunged into the forest and ran wildly all the way, not thinking about anything, just dodging the countless trees in front of him, jumping up for a while, turning for a while, and sliding under the tree holes for a while.

He forgot everything in the world, he just wanted to keep running like this.

But Summer was still tired.

Bran felt bursts of hunger coming from his stomach, much stronger than humans, almost as if he hadn't eaten for half a year.

He raised his wolf head and looked around, sniffed, King Robert and his father were hunting wild cattle in the forest, the beasts and birds suitable for Summer to eat had already fled far away.

He ran towards the direction of the water vapor, and finally arrived at the confluence of the Green Fork and the Blue Fork, there must be fish here.

He saw Arya and Mycah fighting not far away.

He remembered. This was where Arya said she wanted to find rubies, the battlefield where King Robert killed Rhaegar—Ruby Ford.

He stepped into the shallow stream on all fours.

The taste of trout was fresh and strong. Summer happily grinned.

But it immediately jumped back to the shore!

Bran looked upstream, the foul and bloody smell was constantly approaching, and a large, long shadow was hidden underwater.

Summer struggled with fear and unease.

Bran remembered the Neck on the way south, where there was a smell almost exactly the same as this shadow.

Lizard-lions.

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