Professor Perestan comforted the commander-in-chief, "Actually, you don't have to worry about the lack of scholars. With the Dragon Queen's temper, it would be strange if she let go of the City of Knowledge so easily.
In less than half a year, there will definitely be a large number of professors and scholars exiled to the Great Wall. If you want, you can even build an elementary school in the Dark Castle and I will be the manager, hahaha … "
At the end, the red-nosed old professor laughed proudly.
Jon looked at the red-nosed old professor strangely for a while. His lips moved, but he did not say anything.
"Then … Continue to ask the lords for help. Tell them that the Long Night is coming and to help the Great Wall as soon as possible."
Jon emphasized with a complicated tone, "We need knights. There are too many loaned barbarians. We need honorable and capable knights to manage them."
The old professor shook his head and cursed, "The nobles have no honor. They are all asking about the 50 gold royals. They said that if the Great Wall immediately fulfilled its promise, each night watchman would cost 50 gold royals, and they would send as many night watchmen as they wanted.
Damn it, they are treating the honorable Night Watchers as slave traders. If they were really buying and selling slaves, a slave warrior would not be worth 50 silver deer at most. "
"50 gold royals is the reward given by the Dragon Queen to the Night Watchers after the Long Night. The nobles have no right to take it." Jon frowned.
The old man spread his hands and said helplessly, "I said the same thing. Then they called me a fake Perestan.
Speaking of which, I have to defend the City of Knowledge. The professors and I violated the rights of the guests. We are terrible.
But no matter what, the integrity of the scholars is much higher than that of the nobles.
The reason why we are terrible now is because the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms are ten times worse than us. They even pulled down the lower limit of the scholars. "
Jon glared at the red-nosed old professor and said, "When Sam brings the deviant ghosts to the South, the nobles will change their minds. Just like you said, the City of Hope has a higher bottom line than the knights. "
After leaving the Crow's Nest, Jon saw Melisandre in the courtyard again.
She seemed to have known that he was going to find her and was waiting there.
Jon slowed down and walked over without hesitation, asking, "Can you ensure that the deviant ghosts lose the ability to revive the dead and not melt?"
"Perhaps," the red-robed woman said.
"Maybe?" Jon was not satisfied with this answer.
"I've never met a deviant ghost before, and the little deviant ghost is still in the process of being studied, but you just had to send it away." The red-robed woman's tone was also somewhat resentful.
"Double insurance. If you can't seal the Big Deviant Ghost's magic to resurrect the dead, you can only let Sam kill it and then show the Little Deviant Ghost to the City of Knowledge and the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.
Small Deviant Ghosts don't know magic and are far less shocking than big Deviant Ghosts. They can only be used as backups, "Jon explained.
"I'll leave a seal on them and give Samwell a ruby. If the seal fails and the deviant ghost recovers its magic halfway, the ruby will flash red as a reminder, "Melisandre said.
"Alright." Jon heaved a sigh of relief and turned to walk towards the command tower.
Melisandre walked a few steps closer to Jon and held his arm. Before he could break free, she said, "Jon, as a newbie Shadow Binder, don't reject my friendship."
Even through the woolen sweater and leather jacket, Jon could feel the astonishing heat from her soft body.
She pulled his rough hand up and pressed it against her heart. "Yes, do you feel it? Magic as vast as the sea. "
Jon's hand was trembling.
"My body is completely made up of flames and shadows. I no longer need food, water, or air a long time ago. One day, when I complete the mission Lahlo gave me, I will ascend to his kingdom. Do you understand what this means? "
"Kings who have passed away, unborn children, I want to communicate, and there is no place I can't go. Time drifts, seasons change, I want to travel, and I can reach the end. Jon, do you understand this realm? "
The red-robed woman gently blew into Jon's ear. "I am the God of Shadow Binders!"
Jon pursed his lips and said indifferently, "I'm not a Shadow Binder. I specialize in the fire sorcery that Her Majesty Danny Rize taught me."
"It's a pity that she didn't receive the complete legacy of the Great Sorcerer. Why don't you let me guide you to grasp the secrets of the Holy Fire?" Melisandre smiled.
"I'm not interested in the Holy Fire. As a Night Watcher, the secrets of the Holy Fire are useless to me," Jon said.
"Haha, how can it be useless?" Melisandre smiled. "The Holy Fire can reveal the truth. With the Holy Fire, you can see through rocks and earth, and see the darkest secrets in people's souls.
Jon, I saw you in the Holy Fire. You can't escape. "
"I'm at the Great Wall. I won't escape. No matter what happens in the future, I'm not afraid! You can't scare me. "Jon retracted his right hand and broke free from the red-robed woman's arm.
The red-robed woman smiled. "Lord Snow, you're nervous?"
Jon didn't want to admit this, so he changed the topic. "Why did you come to the Great Wall? Why did you come here from Asha?"
The red-robed woman raised her head, and the gem on her neck shone with red light. She said as if she was singing, "A long time ago, I dreamed of the Great Wall. I know it better than you Night Watchers.
It contains the knowledge and wisdom of our ancestors. It's the door to the world.
What happens here will affect the entire world and decide the direction of the next era.
The Great Wall is where you should come. It's where the Dragon Queen should come. It's also where I should come. "
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Jon ignored her and strode toward the top of the tower.
"You'll understand." Melisandre looked at his back and muttered.
.....
Passing through the Ghost Shadow Forest and the ice plains with sparse ironwood, in the land of eternal winter in the extreme north, there was a tall hill covered with weirwood with red palm leaves.
Weirwood as thick as a person's arm, as thick as a finger, as thick as a bowl, and countless white tree trunks were squeezed together. It was like the burial ground of the gods.
Below the hill.
It was a world.
An underground world that belonged to the Children of the Forest.
Under Sam's guidance, Bran left the Great Wall. He sat on the back of Leng Shou's huge elk and traveled dozens of miles, hundreds of miles a day. He walked north for almost a month.
The sun rose and set, crossing mountains, rivers, and forests. Finally, he arrived at the foot of the hill that looked like the tomb of an old god.
Countless ghouls surrounded the hill, like an army of millions surrounding a city.
When Bran first arrived, the ghouls were buried in snow. He didn't even know how long they had been here.
Leng Shou was right. The cave was covered by magic. The ghouls couldn't enter, and Leng Shou couldn't enter either.
Only living people with warm bodies could enter.
Bran saw many squirrel people. In a daze, he stepped into Old Nan's story.
The Children of the Forest were like children, about ten years old. Their eyes were large and clear, and there were all kinds of colors. They were long and narrow like cats' eyes. They wore cloaks woven from leaves, and their skin was like a doe's, covered in spots.
"So many squirrel people! Dozens, hundreds, "Bran cheered.
"Many? No, we're only left with these people. "The squirrel people had a clear girlish voice, but their tone was very sad.
"Squirrel people are like children," Mera Reed said.
"The ancestors called us children, and the giants called us squirrels. But we're neither squirrels nor children. The Children of the Forest's name means' people who sing praises to the earth 'in the original language. Long before your ancient language was born, we've been singing in our own language for millions of years, "the singer said.
Mera said, "But you're speaking the common language."
"This is for him. He can't understand me when I speak the original language," the singer pointed at Bran and said.
"I was born in the era of the Demon Dragon. I wandered the human world for two hundred years, observing, listening, and learning. I can even speak the Valleglia language!
I've seen the human King Rui. I've seen the Blood Dragon dance wildly and the Demon Dragon wither.
I originally wanted to continue my travels, but my legs were sore. Everything in the human world made me mentally exhausted, so I turned around and went home. "The singer's voice was full of vicissitudes, and his eyes were deep.
"Heavens, two hundred years!?" Mera and Bran cried out in surprise.
The singer smiled and said, "Perhaps, I can tell your story to the guests I meet in the next two hundred years. The story of Bran and the story of the Dragon Queen."
"Who's the Dragon Queen?" Bran asked doubtfully.
"When you become the Three-Eyed Crow, you can see for yourself. Her story has already been engraved on the leaves and the roots of the trees, forever and ever," the singer said with a sigh.
"Do you have a name?" Bran asked.
"Ni Bu Dong." The singer opened his mouth and uttered a strange sound.
"If you use the original language to express it, it's just a symbol," he said.
"What if you use the common language?" Bran continued asking.
"It's very long. There are thousands of words. You can call me … 'Leaf'," the singer said.
The singer held a torch and led the way in front. They crossed a row of fishwood roots that were as thick and long as pythons, crossed a few underground rivers, and crossed a narrow bridge that spanned the two ends of a canyon.
In the end, Bran, Ado, and Li De followed the singer to a cave filled with fishwood roots.
At the center of the cave, fishwood was woven into a throne, and there was a skeleton king on it.
His body was thin and weak, and his black clothes were tattered and decayed. The tree roots wrapped around his body like wooden pythons. One of them went through his pants, into his withered thigh, and protruded out of his shoulder.
Specks of dark red leaves grew on his skull, and countless gray mushrooms occupied his forehead.
There was only a small piece of skin left on his face, and it was tight and hard like white leather. Even this piece of skin was cracking, and brown or yellow bones protruded from it.
One of his eyes was as red as a pool of blood, while a thin white tree root crawled down his cheek from the other eye socket and pierced into his neck.
This was a person who grew together with fishwood.
"The Three-Eyed Crow?" Bran asked uncertainly.
"Yes, the Three-Eyed Crow, Blinden, River Text, the Duke of Blood Crow, and the commander-in-chief of the Night Watchers. I'm all of them!"
The corpse's red eyes glowed. "Bran, you finally came. I observed you for a long time, and I witnessed your birth with my one thousand and one eyes. I saw you take your first step, speak your first word, and enter your first dream. I saw you fall from the tower with my own eyes. "
Bran looked at his leg and said expectantly, "My leg is broken. Can you heal it?"
Blinden replied, "I can't do it."
Tears welled up in Bran's eyes as he wept weakly. "But you've entered my dreams so many times, asking me to come to you, and I've come all the way here … to heal my legs."
"Be strong, child. You didn't come here to heal your leg, but to inherit my position and become the Three-Eyed Crow," Blinden said.
"Inherit your position?"
When the nine-year-old Bran saw Blinden, whose body grew together with the tree roots, and whose head had a mushroom, his body shivered, and he cried even harder.
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