"What does Faceless want?" White Knight stirred the milk tea in her cup and asked in confusion.
The next morning, Danny, who had rested for half the night, once again appeared in front of the old knight in the lounge directly above the book cellar on the second floor of the Steward's Pavilion.
The morning light scattered through the curtains made her feel a slight burning sensation, as if her skin was being burned by a flame.
Qui Xi's warning was not wrong, the spiritual body should not appear in broad daylight.
However, Danny also noticed that the spiritual projection did not immediately collapse. Perhaps her resistance to sunlight was stronger than ordinary people, and she could even slowly adapt to it?
She could give it a try.
Danny moved closer to the window, enduring the burning pain, and affirmed, "It's simple, they plan to hatch dragons, and Braavos also desires Megalosaurus and wants to find the weakness of Megalosaurus to deal with the three dragons of the Mother Of Dragons."
"Then, should we inform the City of Knowledge immediately?" White Knight frowned.
"We can, but not now. When we leave the old town, leave an anonymous letter to the gatekeeper, Faceless will not give up the identity of 'Pater' in a short time."
Whether it was Faceless or the City of Knowledge, Danny did not have a good impression of them, and she would be very happy to see both sides fighting each other.
But now that she told the City of Knowledge that Faceless stole books, the book cellar would be strictly guarded, and she could not go down to peek anymore.
"Knight, actually I want to steal books too, do you have any good ideas?"
"Uh …" The old knight's face was distorted, and he mumbled, "This, I have no experience, I can't help you."
"Sigh, the key to Faceless must have been obtained from Dr. Wargrave, you can go …"
Before Danny could finish, White Knight interrupted her and complained, "Your Majesty, Dr. Wargrave is in his nineties, and he is even senile, such a poor old man, I can't do it!"
"You don't need to rob, but stealing is fine, right?"
"Sigh, I-"
"Knock, knock, knock …" The old knight was so wronged that he was about to cry, but a knock on the door saved him.
He quickly got up and went over to ask, "Who is it?"
"I am Zion, the apprentice who brought breakfast to the two guests." The person outside replied.
"Oh, please come in." The old knight immediately opened the door and welcomed the grey-robed middle-aged apprentice in.
The breakfast was simple and sumptuous. There were four garlic sausages with bursting sausages, six boiled duck eggs with their shells peeled, a pot of dark brown smoky wine, a small bamboo basket of red strawberries with sparkling water droplets on it, and a brown baguette.
After the apprentice finished setting up the table, the old knight stuffed two copper coins into his hands.
"Thank you. If you need anything, you can ring the bell and let me know." The middle-aged apprentice nodded and thanked him.
After the door closed, Danny said with a strange expression, "I saw a strawberry seed in his teeth."
"So have I," said the old knight, slurring, as he tied a napkin round himself, and thrusting a sausage with his fork into his mouth, "have you forgotten? Zion, the apprentice who was locked up in the wooden house yesterday afternoon. "
"I remember. He stole the doctor's waffles."
"To tell you the truth, I was going to give him a gold royal." The old knight took a big gulp of wine and swallowed the bacon in his mouth. He burped contentedly and sighed. "But when I saw those strawberry seeds, I lost all my sympathy."
"Don't let him hear that," said Danny with a smile. "Otherwise, the next time he delivers food, he might put your sausage in his mouth and lick it."
"Ugh, he really has the guts …" The old knight looked at the sausage on his fork, his face twisted. After a while, he sighed, put the fork back on the plate, and began to eat the boiled duck eggs.
Danny spent the whole morning in the Book Cellar. In addition to reading the information about Valleglia's witchcraft lens, she also found some interesting things in the "secrets" bookshelf.
For example, all the scholars knew about the affair between Cersei Lannister and Jaime. Even five years ago, when Robert was still alive, it was clearly stated that Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen were not the king's children.
Even Jon Arryn, the "best foster father in the world," could discover Joffrey's identity through "The Genealogy and History of the Noble Houses of the Seven Kingdoms", which contained many descriptions about the appearances of the lords' wives and their children. How could the City of Knowledge not know?
After all, even "The Genealogy and History of the Noble Houses of the Seven Kingdoms" was written by the Grand Secretary!
Danny even saw a letter from Grand Secretary Pycelle to the Seneschal, which was written around the time of Prime Minister Arryn's death.
Pycelle advised the City of Knowledge to remain neutral: the scholars should not participate in the struggle for power in King's Landing. It did not matter who sat on the Iron Throne. The Seven Kingdoms had finally settled down, and they should not fall back into a state of war over trivial matters.
It was clear that the old man not only knew about the affair between Cersei and Jaime, but he also knew about Jon Arryn's death.
"Haha, the Grand Secretary swore loyalty to the king, which is equivalent to the king's retainer. That old man is such a traitor, yet he still talks so righteously." Danny sneered.
White Knight once told her that the person who persuaded the Mad King to open the gates to King's Landing was also Grand Secretary Pycelle. In the end, Tywin entered the city and plundered the Seven Kingdoms' capitals, and even killed Regan's entire family.
In the latest edition of the file, other than the rotten affair between Cersei and Jaime, it also recorded the process of the "Bloody Wedding" and the speculation about the "Purple Wedding".
Well, the process of the Bloody Wedding was roughly reconstructed, and the cause of death of some nobles in the Northern Region was also described in detail. However, the "Purple Wedding" of Joffrey's death was only a guess, and even the City of Knowledge was not sure what exactly happened.
However, the scholar was certain that the murderer was not Tyrion.
The reason was simple. Joffrey was poisoned with "Stranglehold", which was a strong poison that almost killed him on the spot. With Tyrion's intelligence, he would not be so stupid.
Danny also saw her own information in the file. The records before the Red Wasteland were very thin. It was obvious that the City of Knowledge did not care about her before she hatched the dragon.
After that, there were detailed records about her hatching the dragon, and the process of her seizing Astapor. However, she did not know anything about the battle between Yuankai and Meereen.
The night was dark, and fog began to spread from the riverside. The light from the window of the Steward's Pavilion was dim, and the large hall was empty and quiet. Standing by the window, she could even hear the snoring of the gatekeeper, Locas, on the platform.
A black shadow, as light as a cat and as swift as a snake, slithered along the wall to the fifth stone arch window on the left of the main door. His body was as soft as silk, and he slid into the hall in the blink of an eye.
Then, he pulled up his hood as if nothing had happened, and silently but quickly walked towards a wooden door in the southwest …
"Krak krak!" The sound of the lock being unlocked rang in the dark cellar once again.
Unlike last night, the newcomer did not touch the torches on the wall. He walked in the dark like an old horse and came to the round table in the middle of the bookshelf. He took out an oil lamp with a glass cover from the wooden cabinet under the table, lit it skillfully, and came to the front of the bookshelf.
He took out a book called "Targaryen's Dragon-Hatching Chronicles". After reading the preface, he pulled open his robe skillfully and hid the book against his skin …
"Crash —" As he flipped through a maester's notebook, a snowflake-like piece of paper suddenly fell from the gap of a page.
He squatted down curiously and picked up a piece of yellowed sheepskin the size of a fingernail. There was only one word that could be seen clearly — "Forbidden Art".
"Forbidden Art? Could it be that the ancient secret art that was destroyed by the maester … "He muttered to himself. Under the yellow light of the oil lamp, his hands were so fast that only afterimages could be seen.
Soon, he collected 85 pieces of paper and returned to the table. Relying on the eyesight that he had trained for decades as a Faceless, it only took him a quarter of an hour to piece together an A4-sized page.
It was a large piece of paper with hundreds of words written on it: Forbidden Art, Forbidden Art, Forbidden Art, Forbidden Art! It's really a Forbidden Art. It's too terrifying. This Forbidden Art, this Forbidden Art …
If he had read the Celestial Empire's junior high school textbooks, he would have cursed the other party for being Xianglin Sao, who kept repeating the words "Forbidden Art" and "Terrifying Forbidden Art" — no wonder he could see the words "Forbidden Art" when he randomly picked up a piece of paper. It made his heart itch, but he did not know what the Forbidden Art was.
Fortunately, the last few lines of the boy gave some explanation: Two thousand years ago, the most legendary doctor in the City of Knowledge — "Fire Demon" Hades, when he was traveling in Asia, he learned a Forbidden Art from the God of Death. He could cultivate into a demon and reverse life and death, but …
"Damn it, but what? I said a few hundred words of nonsense before, why is there an ellipsis here? "Even with his composure, he could not help but curse anxiously.
It's really a Forbidden Art that belongs to the God of Death!
The Faceless People believed in the God of Death, but for thousands of years, the Faceless People were unable to communicate with the God of Death. They were even worse than the Blood Priests who believed in the "Black Goat".
Well, the Black Goat was the God of Death of the Khols, just like the Stranger was the God of Death of the Andals.
The Faceless People were both an assassin organization and a religious group with a long history. They believed in the God of Death of all races, the Black Goat of Khols, the Stranger of Westeros, the Pale Holy Child of Ursos mercenaries and warriors, the Wild Lion of Barbarians … The Faceless People believed in all these Gods of Death.
They believed that all the Gods of Death were actually thousands of faces of the same God.
In the end, all the Gods of Death ignored the Faceless People who believed in this religion.
.....
After cursing for a while, he continued reading: The final secret is hidden in a clay pot that everyone can see and ignore. The following is the way to open the magic pot: 1. Kiss the pot seven times; 2. Touch the surface of the pot seven times; 3. Place it on a high platform, kowtow seven times, and chant "XXX" seven times (This is Draconic, so it should be said this way …).
If the spirit of the magic pot goes crazy and wants to attack you, you can repeat the third step and chant "XXX" to restrain its movements.
"Magic pot?" He held the oil lamp and looked around, not even letting go of the smallest corner of the bookshelf.
Finally, he stood by the wooden ladder and looked at the gray pot in the corner. His face twisted. "Is this the chamber pot??!!! “
He was unwilling to give up. The second, the third, and the fourth time he searched the book cellar.
In the end, he slumped on the chair and looked at the dark ceiling. He muttered, "The pot that everyone can see and ignore … Isn't this it? But … "
"Forbidden Art, Forbidden Art, the God of Death's Forbidden Art, terrifying Forbidden Art …"
In the middle of a dilemma, he also became Xianglin Sao.
Gradually, he calmed down and said with a determined look, "For the organization, for the ancestors of the Faceless People, I am willing to give it a try! Although there is a high chance that I will find nothing, there is no loss in trying. After all, there is no one here. "
So, he followed the instructions of the secret record and picked up the pot …
"Fortunately, the pot has not been used for a long time, so the smell is not that strong." “
His solemn expression relaxed a little as he puckered his lips and leaned over. "Pop, pop, pop …"
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